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espritmuse · 3 years

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Zeke and Reiner birthday collab!! It was supposed to be longer but my sens of organisations is close to zero so I was late as usual @saccharine-darling collab!!!

4K words, smut ahead (but not that much lol)

Warning: reader is low-key cheating, semi public sex maybe angst too idk….

Perhaps the sun, always glorious and a harbinger of delight and bliss, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its obscurity brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

On a bright day when everything seemed dark, questioning your relationship with Reiner, you met him, Zeke Yeager, like a light among the stars, like the moon eclipsing the sun for a mere moment, but maybe long enough to forget about how bright the sun used to shine.

—LUNAR ECLIPSE—

A single tiny piece of sunshine that seemed to escape from the firmament to find refuge, a curtain slightly ajar so that the darkness did not take over the whole room and one side of the bed unmade, the grey cotton sheets crumpled as usual, as they have been every morning for several months now. It was all these little details, in addition to your noisy alarm clock, the passers-by and the cars in the city streets, that brought you out of your long and sweet reverie, the one that allowed you to escape from your daily life, which was morose, to say the least.

You gathered up what courage you had left and got up after stretching your numb limbs from the awkward position you had been in while sleeping. Walking a few steps to reach the window, you opened the shutters and curtains to finally let the sweet sunshine into the sad room, which needed it. Although you had no desire to see him again, your stomach was just rumbling with anticipation of anything that might fill it. So you opened the white wooden door, turned the gold handle, and headed for the main room of your little flat.

"Morning." You greeted with a sigh before opening one of the small doors in the wall shelves to pick up a black patterned mug into which you poured coffee straight from the coffee pot.

"Hm." The short-haired man simply replied without even bothering to look in your direction, as if he didn't care about your presence anymore.

You didn't even care, you'd taught your heart not to feel bruised by every loveless move he made. He just couldn't stand you anymore, he didn't love you like he used to. You don't know what changed, what you could have done to make your sweet and loving boyfriend suddenly change his behaviour.. The idea that he had met someone else had crossed your mind more than once, but you didn't even dare ask him; you were frightened of the answer he might address you. Despite his silence, you never stopped loving him and it hurt you deeply that he could have gone to someone else, another girl, maybe more beautiful, funnier... It's all these questions that have little by little pushed you away from him in your turn.

"Did you sleep well? It was hot last night and I had a little trouble falling asleep.” But you tried to talk to him, no matter what, you always found something to say to try to reconnect with the man you loved.

With the summer, the heat and the sun, he had even more excuses to go out at all hours of the day so you had even less opportunity to see him. At times you can't help but think back to the days when you would jump into his arms as soon as you heard his keys turn in the front door lock, when you would spend the evening in each other's arms whispering sweet nothings. You think back on those moments with great melancholy, you don't even feel like the same man anymore.

“Yeah.” Once again, he didn't look at you; his head was turned towards the television, which was showing a programme even more boring than the questions you were asking him to break the ice. Slumped on the sofa, his left leg stretched out and the other bent; you sat down next to him and put your cup on the living room’s small coffee table.

"We could go out today, don't you think? I miss when we used to go for walks in the city Reiner." You asked, your eyes on him, and thankfully you noticed a small movement in his regard as if in a second he had recalled happy memories, memories where everything still seemed perfect.

"I...I already have stuff planned." He replied after a short moment, his gaze still evasive.

"Oh...Okay." You simply answered, not wanting to annoy him longer, maybe that was the reason; you were too much on his back, you were asking for too much attention...

Silently sipping your coffee, you pondered for a moment, your mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of communicating to yourself, you made your settlement. You were going to go out without him, you didn’t need him for everything. It had been weeks since you had been out with just yourself and you were beginning to miss it; when you officially moved in with him, away from your family, you lost touch with many of your friends so it was high time to meet new people and have some fun for once.

So the day passed, the noon and then the afternoon; you had decided to go out at night to appreciate everything even better, the big lights on the main boulevard, itself filled with people dancing -contrasting with their morose faces of the day-, the bars full of life, the stars overhanging the sky and giving it a bit of light in its solitary gloom...Everything seemed more beautiful once the sun was down. Perhaps the sun, always bright and a harbinger of delight and hapiness, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its night brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

Using your phone, you took down the address of a bar in your town that you had spotted earlier on one of your walks. It was quite big but seemed to be a bit of an upmarket bar, given the prices of the drinks. But you didn't give up, it was your night out, all to yourself and it didn't matter if you ended up broke, you wanted to have fun for once.

So when night fell, you put on your best evening dress, a short black dress, hugging your body to perfection without being too tight, and your pumps of the same colour - a little high and uncomfortable, but that would be a problem for later -. And of course, you took forever to make yourself beautiful in the bathroom, make-up, eyebrows, nails... Who knows, maybe you were going to meet someone, or maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, you wished Reiner would see you like this, that he would fall in love with you again like he did a few years before when he saw you at that campus party. You would have liked him to compliment you, to ask you to stay home, or even to ask you out instead; but none of that; he was already off somewhere while you were primping in the next room.

Turning the key in the lock of the front door, you then went down the stairs quickly - trying not to fall with your impractical high heels - and went to the taxi you had ordered beforehand because, although the bar was not far away, you were still a woman in a short dress at night and you didn't want to put your life in danger. Once in the car, the driver began to drive carefully, exchanging a word or two with you so that the journey would not be too boring.

"So, a girls' night out? It's a beautiful day right now, even at night, you're lucky to see the stars in the city, with the pollution, not everyone gets to see them so often." The man says to you, hands on the wheel, looking straight ahead, preparing to brake at the red light.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm going out to have some fun." You simply replied to the white-haired, long-bearded widow with the same unkempt light colour.

"In my day, me and my friends used to run out of bars, unpaid!" He recalled with a smile as he looked at you through the car window to look at your smiling face, too. "So if you need me to wait for you outside the bar so you can escape, don't hesitate, the police have never caught me...yet."

"It's going to be hard for me to run around with these things on my feet...but I'll make a note, the prices are outrageous." You replied to his somewhat amusing remark.

The car had been driving for several minutes now and you saw the front of the bar, so the driver pulled over and waited for you to give him the money for the fare, which you said after digging into your wallet for a few seconds.

“Take care of yourself miss” He finally said before rolling up the driver's side window and leaving.

You breathed out a deep breath before crossing the street that separated you from the place. It was, like all the other signs of this kind, much more animated at this hour and more beautiful too. Its many lights of all colours and the people who surrounded it, some outside to smoke or drink and others, inside laughing with friends, that you could see between the half-open doors... All this gave an astonishing charm to this place.

Your legs a little shaky with hesitation, you finally entered, putting your hands on one of the glass doors to push it open slightly to give yourself more room to pass. You quickly made your way to the bar at the far right of the large room. To avoid people who had already had too much to drink, you stayed close to the walls, walking quickly along them to wait for the right place. Although your steps went in one direction, your eyes, curious as they are, turned towards the dance floor and the other people present. They seemed so happy, full of life, smiling, dancing... You wondered immediately if, like you, their lives were not a reflection of their current emotions, if, like you, they woke up in the morning, sad with the feeling that their lives are meaningless. They seem so happy at the time, but are they really happy once the sun rises, once the bar lights go out?

You took a seat on one of the leather stools placed at the counter, waiting for a waiter to ask you what you wanted to order. A simple whisky, that's what you took when the waiter came towards you.

Sipping your drink -or rather the second one, as you had swallowed the first one in record time-, you continued to look at the others, indefinitely, when you heard a voice break your precious silence; it was the bar's waiter once again but this, this time he was holding a small plate with two drinks on it.

"Excuse me, here," he placed two more glasses of whiskey in front of you, "The man over there paid for you." He nodded towards another part of the room to your puzzled look. In the distance, there was a group of men who looked like businessmen, from the black suits they were still wearing. You didn't know which man he was talking about, there were several of them; two with blond hair, one who looked very effeminate and the other with glasses and a beard; a dark-skinned man with closely shaved hair and finally a dark-haired man who seemed to be smaller in stature, especially compared to one of the blond men beside him.

You turned back your head to its original position, a little smile on your face, proud that your charm was still working, and what's more, on a man who seemed rather attractive - because, even if you didn't know which man the drink came from, the four of them were rather to your liking -

"Is this seat taken?" A deep yet soft voice suddenly asked, taking you out of your reverie.

You turned towards the noise you had just heard and noticed that a young man, about your age or maybe older, was pointing with his index finger at the chair next to yours. He was one of the guys you just saw some minutes prior, one of the blonde, the one with the beard and the round silver glasses.

“Oh...No. No, it’s not, you can take it,” you answered as naturally as possible, with a smile that had not yet left your lips. The unamed man said before sitting on the chair at your right, he had a cup in his hand, half empty.

“So...What a girl like you is doing here..” he leaned over a little to look at the other vacant seat on your left. “...all by herself?”

"Oh well, I was supposed to come with someone but they dropped me... so I preferred to come alone." you replied honestly, your eyes looking into his.

"He doesn't know what he's missing then." He added with a small smile and a discreet wink.

Although the man was attractive, you weren't used to that anymore; going out to bars, being accosted…Since you were with Reiner, you had developed the habit of always replying negatively to the advances of men. But at the moment everything was racing through your brain, you didn't even know what he was doing tonight and he didn't even bother to ask you where you were going, as if he didn't care anymore.

To have fun. That was the promise you made to yourself, and you decided to keep it.

"Zeke, nice to meet you. "You finally told him after he asked your name and, of course, you asked his in return.

Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was the sense of freedom you hadn't had the pleasure of feeling in months, but for some reason you'd ended up chatting with him for hours. You knew that time was passing, thanks to the waiter's digital watch that lit up every time he lifted his arm to look for a bottle up high, your eyes were directed straight to the sudden glimpse of light in the darkness.

He offered to dance, which you refused, for fear that your heels would give out under your inexperienced movements - or maybe those embarrassing movements were the real reason - and then he offered you something else, something a little daring, maybe even too daring for the short time you'd both been sitting at the bar.

You accepted, without even considering too much, maybe you should have? or maybe the adrenaline and the alcohol in your veins spoke for you. This man had appeared like lightning in the middle of a storm, the moon in the middle of a sky devoid of light. In other words, he was there at the right time.

So there you were, without really knowing how or why, sitting on the edge of one of the sinks in the bar's toilets, your dress somewhat raised so that your skin could come into contact with the cold surface of the piece of furniture, your legs spread -it was almost pathetic- and his hands placed on your half-opened thighs, rough hands, large and painted with several blue veins, contrasting with his rather light skin and which gave in spite of themselves a little colour to his light skin.

"Are you sure no one will come and disturb us here?" You asked, putting your hands on his chest, still dressed, although he had removed his black blazer. Only a white shirt prevented you from coming into direct contact with his skin, the one you wanted so much, now.

"Don't worry...just relax, okay?" He moved closer to you and placed a soft kiss on your neck that made your eyelids close almost instantly.

His lips began to move freely over your face and chest, as if they couldn't decide where to land. His arms were still wrapped around you, moving around your back, catching the fabric of your dress at times, as if to bring you closer to him.

While your eyelids were still closed, your ears were attentive to every little sound in the room, as if they were ready to inform your body of someone's arrival or, as was the case now, to hear the zip of his trousers being quickly undone.

"Are you sure?" You felt his warm breath next to your ears, as if he were telling you a well-kept secret.

"I'm sure." You retorted, ready to submit to one of the cardinal sins. Although, you would have much preferred that he took you home, for comfort, at least.

You felt his long, hot member between your thighs, with a long sigh of your own. He was already hard as a rock, and you wet as the ocean, for a flash of a second you wondered if this was his intention all along and if he had noticed you as soon as you stepped into that bar and then, a little heat growing in your crotch made you forget about this useless questioning.

You tried not to be too blatant, but as his pelvic thrusts got more profound and faster, you couldn't stop a few moans from escaping your lips.

"Fuck...a body like that.." He commented, using two of his fingers to push the fabric of the neckline of your dress and expose one of your breasts to the air.

"Zeke..." You moaned languidly as he continued his back and forth.

"What? You don't agree maybe? Look at you." He questioned, though his question was mostly rhetorical at this point because yes, indeed, you had noticed what a disadvantageous position you were in. "Poor girl... so desperate, I almost feel sorry for you, you know"

Then he stopped for a moment and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down from the sink where your feet did not touch the floor. He turned you, a little violently, and pressed your belly against the surface of the sink, allowing him to have a full view of everything below, which, as you could imagine, he was most interested in.

He kept his burning hands on your hips - you could feel it even through the lmere piece of tissue that separated your skin from his - to help his pelvis move even harder, which released even more little moans from you, trying as hard as you could to muffle them with the palm of your hand, though it was more than futile.

"I'm almost there...Fuck you feel amazing..." he groaned in a hoarse voice, his movements becoming more and more tired but still rough, as if he wanted to get it over with quickly.

With all the alcohol you'd ingested -which you weren't really used to doing anymore- your envy was even bigger than usual but, strangely, your pleasure wasmore distant, as if each movement was taking you further away from the orgasm. But you didn't give up, your lower body was still on fire, as if insatiable, never satiated - although the fingers he placed on your clitoris helped a little with that -

With a final grunt from him and a long moan from you, your mutual pleasure finally came to an end. And suddenly all your senses came back to you; you felt his hips pressed against you, his hands roaming over your half-dressed body, the surface of the washbasin which was no longer really cold thanks to your own warmth, the air conditioning of the toilet which didn't even have a window and finally, the dimmed lights of the room.

He withdrew from you after a few seconds -or maybe a few minutes, you didn't even know anymore-, removed the soiled condom he had put on beforehand and wrapped it in paper before throwing it precautiously in the trash. Returning to you a moment later, he pulled up the black lace lingerie that had been left on one of your calves and pulled your dress back on, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, in stark contrast to his rough actions earlier.

Once out of the toilet, under the innocent gaze of the other customers, he proposed to you, leaning against the wall near the exit, to meet him the next day, at an address he had given you, that of his flat. Should you? You had felt so good a few minutes before, but now that you had regained your senses, everything was confused. Sure he was charismatic, quite funny and cultured but Reiner couldn't leave your consciousness so easily, you had been through so much with him, you couldn't leave him after just one night with another man.

But you accepted. You were not committed to anything, you had only given him your name; you would have the whole day to think quietly, away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and with less alcohol flowing through your veins.

So after a simple kiss on your cheek, he called you a taxi and even opened the door for you, wishing you a good night. The ride was short, you didn't even think about him for a second but only about Morpheus, who seemed to be screaming your name, your comfortable bed was the only thing you craved now.

***

Just a tiny bit of sunlight sticking out of the door, one hand on the handle and the other on your purse, a great gulp of air escaping from your lungs and finally, the guilt that took over your mind suddenly, once the door was open.

What the fuck had you done.

The blond boy with the marked facial features was there, lying on the couch, his body covered by one of your blankets and, in his sleeping hand, his phone still open on the messaging application where you could read your name. You turned on your phone, something you hadn't done all evening.

"Where are you? You're not home." Please come back home I have a surprise for you. "Hey?" "Please tell me that you're okay at least. "I love you." "Sorry"

You were confused, it had been a long time since he had stopped sending you such messages, words that seemed to indicate his attachment to you. So you turned on one of the lamps in the living room to get a better look, because the light from the television wasn't bright enough to illuminate the whole room.

A table covered with a red tablecloth with small decorative patterns, a large candle in the centre, which had once been lit by the dripping wax but was now out and cold, two plates and cutlery, one full and one half eaten, and to top it all off, your old friend the Guilt, who was just whispering maliciously in your ears.

"You're back..."

At the sound of the still sleeping little voice, your eyes suddenly widened and your body felt heavy now, as if your legs were going to give out under your weight. But you turned back to him, not looking at all. He looked tired and was dressed in his pyjamas, a simple white tank top with grey shorts.

"Oh hi." You replied simply, a little confused by the situation.

He walked towards you, with a shy smile on his face, like a child trying to get close to a wild animal that might run away at any moment.

"I wanted to... "He looked down at your outfit and his gaze shifted for a moment, as if he'd just realised you'd spent the night away from home and, as he knew you didn't really have any friends here, that you'd spent it out there alone. But he didn't say a word and continued, "I wanted to apologise. I've been a shit to you and I know that. I'm so sorry, I know you deserve better, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

You frowned and opened your mouth, letting fresh air enter between your lips. Reiner probably read the confused and shocked expression on your face, so he continued.

"I had so much on my mind right now, you know, I feel so bad. I would do anything for you..I..I don't know...I should have told you about it my love I'm sorry." You saw a tear escape from his right eye, almost reaching his rosy cheek before he wiped it away with his hand, "Maybe we could try again?" with his fragile fingers, he took you by the hand and looked you straight in the eyes. "Please, I love you so much."

You should have been happy. You should have jumped into his arms, told him that all was forgiven, promised him a bright future, put your lips against his. But you were as if frozen, like a criminal before the police, like a slow prey before its fast predator.

So you stood there, forcing a small smile that on the surface said 'all is well' but in reality depicted your unhappiness even more than the tears. He responded to your smile, wrapping his warm arms around you, as you had so dreamed of, as you would have loved this very morning.

You couldn't even think straight. Had he planned all this for you? That's why he didn't want to go out. And you had gone elsewhere, while all he could think about was you, all he could think about was making things right.

Lying. It was the only solution. You wouldn't see Zeke again tomorrow, you would forget him, this evening would be a distant memory, like a dream so realistic that you would almost forget that it had never happened.

Like the moon on an eclipse day, it had hidden the sun, almost making you forget its beauty and warmth, temporarily providing some comfort in the dark night that the luminous orb had caused when it suddenly left.

It was tears that lulled you that night, under the mocking eye of the moon.

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srhlsx · 4 years

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Miya Atsumu x Reader

Fake Dating request from the lovely @oikawannabeyourbabie

⬦Three Months Before⬦

Trudging up the steps to the floor you lived on, you let out a dramatic sigh as your feet dragged and made loud, stomping sounds. You were thankful that your door was right at the top of the steps so all you had to do was fish around in your bag for the keys. Grumbling to yourself, you tiredly let your head fall forward and make a soft thump against your door as you continued to search through your bag.

You didn’t think much about the sound of a door somewhere in your hall opening until a familiar voice quipped up. “Give it a score.”

You smirked at your door before rolling your head to the side and looking at your neighbor. He leaned cooly against the entrance to his own apartment, arms crossed over his toned chest and hair falling in messy waves over his forehead. As you finally found your keys and pulled them out of your purse, you mulled over your answer with a thoughtful expression on your face. “Hmm,” You started, chewing at your lip lightly. “Like a… three?”

“Out of ten?” He laughed, eyes going wide as he nearly fell over in disbelief. “That’s gotta be a new low.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” You laughed. “I almost gave that guy last week a three, he barely scraped by.”

“Fair enough,” Your neighbor also laughed. “Should I grab the wine?”

“I think whisky would be appropriate tonight,” You made a dramatic face as you opened your door and slipped inside your apartment. You heard your neighbor’s laughing oh ho ho before shutting the door behind you, being sure to leave it unlocked so he could join in a few minutes.

After changing into a pair of leggings and an old cutoff college shirt, you made your way back out to your kitchen to find your neighbor already standing at the counter, two glasses in front of him. After locking his phone that he had been scrolling through, he pushed one of the glasses forward towards you with one finger. You noticed he had prepared it the way you liked, a couple of ice cubes floating around in the amber liquid - his own was just neat and it made you gag a little.

“I don’t know how you can drink it warm ‘Tsumu,” After cheersing your glasses together, you crinkled your nose a bit at the first sip you took, then pulling yourself up onto one of the bar stools across the counter from where Atsumu was leaning.

“That’s cause I’ve lost all sense of feelings,” He said with a quirk of his eyebrow, also taking a sip but making no face whatsoever. He set his glass down and leaned forward on both hands, looking at you with a studying gaze. “Tell me all about it.”

You grimaced. Making a few faces as you thought about what to say, you started to speak a few times but cut yourself off as you wanted to really get your point across. “He… I-... ugh…” Atsumu looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh as you gathered yourself together. “He chewed with his mouth open.” You finally let out.

Atsumu’s dark eyebrows disappeared behind the fringe over his forehead, a look of disbelief forming on his face at the excuse you gave. “That’s all it took for you to give the guy a three?” He asked. “Two weeks ago a guy asked, no, told you to pay and you still gave him a five.”

“Okay, okay,” You laid your hands out on the counter palm up as you leaned back a little. “He chewed with his mouth open and… he was wildly racist.”

Atsumu burst out laughing at that, not expecting such a dramatic turn of events. You waited patiently with your lips pursed and eyes wide, also trying not to laugh, as Atsumu calmed down with heaving breaths. “Wow, okay, wasn’t expectin’ that.”

“I know, I wasn’t either. Things were actually going well, then they brought out the appetizer and bam!” You clapped your hands together. “I lied and said I had food poisoning.”

Atsumu took another sip of his drink, a lazy smirk finding its way onto his face as he looked at you. “Why do you keep goin’ on these dates?” He asked, wiping at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand as he reached to pour both of you another few fingers of whisky. “Not one has gone well.”

“I don’t know,” You groaned, slumping forward to rest your chin on the cool granite of your kitchen, huffing out a dramatic sigh as you swirled the ice around in your glass. “I mean, I guess I feel bad just saying no since my mom sets them up and everything.”

“But does she even know how terrible all the guys are?”

“Of course she doesn’t,” You said. “She gets numbers from her friends and then tells them where to meet me and when.”

“So these guys could literally be serial killers,” He chuckled. “Or in tonight’s case, closet racists.”

“As long as there is a chance that I could find love and pop out a few grandbabies for her, I don’t think she’d mind.” You laughed, although a little bitterly. It was getting a little old being constantly set up on these blind dates by your mother, but you knew in your heart she meant well. “She just worries I'm lonely. Besides, she’d be horrified if I was the only cousin without a significant other at my sister’s wedding so I kind of need a date for that.”

⬦ One Week Before ⬦

It was pretty early in the morning but as always, you had left your packing to be done until the last minute so before you were set to leave you were shoving random pieces of clothing into your suitcase without much order. Leaving the next day you would be heading to your sister’s wedding... solo. All the blind dates over the past few months had turned out worse than the previous one, but at least you got a few laughs out of them with your neighbor when you got home.

As you thought back on a few of the funnier moments, you heard a distant thumping sound coming from next door. You didn’t think too much of it, Atsumu wasn’t the celibate type, so it came as no surprise that he might be having a girl over on this weekend morning.

Your eyes widened a bit as the thumping continued, shaking your head with a small laugh. “Good God, ‘Tsumu.”

“You rang?”

You let out a loud scream at the voice that had surprised you from behind. Turning around with a pair of shorts clutched to your chest, your eyes landed on Atsumu’s figure casually leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. “What the-” You gasped. “How did you-”

“The balcony,” He shrugged, hiking a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of your main living space. Leaning forward suspiciously, you narrowed your eyes to peek past him and see that the door to your balcony was indeed open and that was where he came from. “You should keep that thing locked.”

“We’re on the fourth floor, why would I need to do that?” You gave him an extremely confused look, still wrapping your head around the fact that he was in your room and the thumping noises were still echoing from next door. You glanced between him and the wall that separated your homes, lips pursed together and eyes still narrowed.

“Ah,” He laughed, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck. “Mind if I hide here… for a while.”

Your eyebrows lifted in amusement and your lips turned upward in a disbelieving smile. “Miya Atsumu, what have you done?”

“Nothing!” He waved his hands around and took a few steps into your bedroom to dramatically plop himself down across your bed. “I just, y’know… didn’t call her back.”

You smirked knowingly at your neighbor, getting the idea that it was a little bit more than just not calling a girl back but willing to humor him and not ask for more details.

The thumping, you found out, was a girl Atsumu had previously had a rather interesting date with about a week ago pounding on his door. You laughed as you vividly remembered needing to sleep on your couch to get away from the screeching sounds that had come from his apartment that night. You had been getting ready for a run the next morning and saw her leaving the apartment, thinking that she was really pretty, but Atsumu explained to you that under her beautiful exterior was a level of crazy that even he couldn’t handle.

You both held your breath as the pounding next door seemed to stop, looking at Atsumu you shrugged your shoulders and watched as he visibly seemed to relax.

Until the pounding started on your door.

“Shit,” He cursed under his breath.

“Did she see you?” You asked, eyes going wide as you leaned back to look down the hall at your front door.

“There’s no way,” Atsumu groaned, his eyes also going wide in fear as he seemed to shrink into your bed a little further. He turned to you, “Please help me.”

You rolled your eyes and sent him a glare, not really wishing to get tied up in his affairs, but setting down the clothes you had been packing anyways and trudging down the hall towards your door. The pounding was incessant, rattling the door in it’s hinges with how aggressive the girl was being. With a dramatic flourish, you opened the door and looked at the girl standing on your doormat.

“Hello?” Your greeting came out as more of a question. You made a point not to open the door too much, fearing that Atsumu wouldn’t be able to keep himself hidden.

“Oh, hi!” The girl greeted you, a bright smile on her face as if she hadn’t just been trying to break down both your’s and your neighbor’s doors. “We met last week?”

You hummed an affirmative, sending her a sweet smile. You could tell she was trying to get a peek into your apartment, glancing over your shoulder as she tried to be subtle about reaching up on the tips of her toes. You made a point to lean against the doorframe and hug the door closer to your side to limit her version inside your home.

“Um, I was just wondering if you knew where Osamu was?”

You almost choked on your breath at the name. “I’m sorry, who?”

“Osamu? Your neighbor?” She pointed at Atsumu’s door while giving you a puzzled look.

“Right, Osamu.” You said the name a little louder, hoping for Atsumu to hear you back in the bedroom. “Yeah, no, I haven’t seen him.”

“Are you sure?” She asked. “He said he'd call me and it’s been a few days so I was kind of worried.”

“So you showed up here? At his apartment?” You questioned.

“Well yeah,” She said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “What’s he going to do? Tell me to leave?”

“Oof, yikes.” You said, trying really hard to hold back your uncomfortable laugh. Atsumu had been right about the crazy on this one. On a whim, you came up with an excuse. “You know what, he did mention something to me about getting out of town for a week or so?”

The girl’s eyes flashed at the thought that you might know where her estranged fling was. She nodded along as you continued to talk, even going so far as to take out her phone and pull up a new note to type on.

“Yeah, something about needing to get away from something? Or someone? I don’t know, he was kind of tweeking that night.” You shrugged a shoulder and waved a hand in front of you dismissively.

“T-tweeking?” She repeated, pausing on her phone to look at you.

“Mhmm, it’s kind of a problem.” You nodded with a sigh, giving the girl a what-can-ya-do? look. “Anyways, I’m sure he’ll call, he usually shows up after a few days like this. I’ll let him know you stopped by!”

Without another word you shut your door in the confused girl's face, sliding the chain lock in place before turning around to see Atsumu peeking out from around the corner. “You owe me,” You whispered as you passed by him, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“Hardly, you told the girl I was a drug addict.” He whined as he followed you back to your bedroom.

You laughed at his troubled expression. “I can't believe you said your name was Osamu.”

“Oh please, as if you haven’t given a fake name before.”

“I have, definitely,” You nodded. “But not my sibling’s name, and certainly not my twin’s name.”

He groaned and flopped back onto your bed, landing on the clothes you had previously been folding to pack away. “Now I have to disappear for a week, what if she comes back?”

“That’s not my problem, ‘Tsumu.” You told him, tugging at the sweater he was laying on to get him to move.

Atsumu rolled over and gave you a mock glare. “It most definitely is yer fault,” You could tell he was getting a little worked up by the way his accent was coming through more. He sat up in your bed, watching as you ignored his frustration until he seemed to come up with an idea. “Let me come to the wedding.”

“What?” You paused, hands hovering over your suitcase.

“Win-win,” He nodded enthusiastically. “I get away, you get a date.”

“Playboy Atsumu wants to play the role of loving boyfriend?” You laughed. “Nice try.”

“I can do it, may not seem like it but I can be pretty charming.” Atsumu stood up from his spot on the bed, brushing his chest against yours and raising a hand to gently cup your chin between his fingers as if to prove his point. “I’ll be good, promise.”

You laughed, pushing his hand away. “My family is… a little rough around the edges.”

“I can do rough,” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his suggestive gaze.

“Fine,” You huffed, placing your hands on your hips and watching as Atsumu’s eyes lit up with excitement. “But you better get packing, we’re leaving tomorrow.”

⬦

Walking up the path to your parents front door, Atsumu had a duffel bag in one hand while the other carried both his suit and your dress in a nice garment bag over his shoulder. The train ride to the town where your parents lived was a few hours long and you had spent most of it filling Atsumu in on the ins and outs of your family.

“Baba Mimi will probably get a little handsy with you,” You warned as you walked up the last few steps to the front door and knocked a few times. “Especially if she has had a few glasses of wine.”

“So you take after her?” Atsumu smirked down at you, making you blush ever so slightly.

“I have never-” You started to cry out but were interrupted by the opening of the front door and chorus of greetings meeting your ears.

“(Y/n) is here!” Your sister greeted you and Atsumu at the door, calling out to your family over her shoulder and the echoing of a group of cheers responded. After giving you a hug and pulling away, your sister finally turned to see Atsumu standing next to you and her eyes widened. “And she brought a man!”

A crashing sound could be heard from further in the house and suddenly the whirlwind that is the combination of your mother and grandmother came bounding around the corner. Completely ignoring you standing there, they immediately greeted Atsumu by pinching at his cheeks, tugging at his hair, and feeling up the muscles on his arms. You had to laugh at the overwhelmed look on his face as he was ushered away from you and into the house as the two women chattered happily over each other, firing question after question.

You turned and slowly blinked at your sister, shaking your head as she shook her own. “(Y/n), I’m not kidding, they've been drinking since noon.”

You had to laugh, looping your arms together as the two of you walked into the house to join the rest of the family and save Atsumu from the craziness that was sure to happen.

“Anyways, (Y/n),” She said as you two came to the kitchen to see Atsumu surrounded by even more family. “He’s fucking cute, what the hell?”

You laughed a little nervously as your sister nudged you a few times while checking out Atsumu. “Yeah, it just sort of happened.” You shrugged, trying to be as vague as possible.

“Isn’t he your neighbor? I always thought you guys were just friends.” She asked, remembering having met Atsumu once or twice while visiting you. “That’s pretty lucky if you ask me.”

Your sister was a smart cookie and you had to hope with your whole heart she wouldn’t see through the blatant lie you were going to try to pull off for the next week. “Mom, stop.” You called out after seeing her running her fingers drunkenly through Atsumu’s hair, inspecting the undercut and dyed color.

Atsumu smiled and waved off your concern, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you came to stand next to him and push your mother away from harassing him even more. As you busied yourself with introducing Atsumu to the rest of the family that had gathered, you missed the way your sister studied you.

Her fiance sidled up next to her, also eyeing the two of you, but with less suspicion. “I didn’t know (Y/n) was seeing anyone,” He mentioned, nodding his head. “He seems cool.”

“Yeah, I think it’s new.” You sister responded, eyes noticing the way Atsumu looked at you with an amount of adoration that went unnoticed by you. She also saw the way his look brightened at the sound of your laughter, how his hand gripped your shoulder a little tighter when you moved.

She had been suspicious when you called late last night saying you were bringing a date to the wedding last minute. The two of you held no secrets from one another so it was a surprise that after all the horrid dates your mother had sent you on, you were suddenly going to bring a guy that you were apparently serious enough with to her wedding. She envisioned some random guy off the street who could barely make eye contact with anyone. She did not expect your handsome neighbor, who already fit in so well after meeting your family for ten minutes, and looked at you like you were the one to hang the moon.

⬦ The Day Before ⬦

The days you had spent at your parents house getting prepared for the wedding had been nothing short of chaotic. Between dealing with the florist, the caterers, your sister, and your mother you felt like you hadn’t done much breathing. Atsumu was a shining star playing the role of boyfriend, being neighbors and friends for the last year had made it surprisingly easy to fake a relationship in the eyes of your family.

He’d been by your side almost the entire week, except for when he was whisked away by the men in your family. Atsumu immediately made friends with your sister’s fiance, the two of them laughing and joking a lot of the time - usually at the expense of you and your sister.

The night of the rehearsal was no different.

Everyone was milling around your parents backyard after having run through the ceremony. A few fire pits had been lit and everyone stood around talking to one another and having a few drinks. Atsumu stood with a beer bottle casually hanging from his fingers as he talked about the latest news in the sports world with your father and soon to be brother in law. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at him through the kitchen window, watching the way he laughed and smiled, until your sister waved a hand in front of your face to wake you out of the stupor.

“Wake up,” She laughed. You shook your head a little and focused back on the food you were supposed to be plating after brushing off your sister’s teasing.

Another moment passed and you looked back up to see that Atsumu was no longer talking to your dad and was instead in a conversation with one of the bridesmaids. He had a small smile on his face, nodding along politely as he took another sip from the beer in his hands.

Atsumu made a comment that you couldn’t hear, but it must’ve been funny by the way the bridesmaid threw her head back with laughter and playfully placed a hand on Atsumu’s arm. Her body angled towards him flirtatiously as she continued her hold on him, and suddenly it was like you forgot how to blink. You just kept watching the interaction, feeling an odd sensation in the pit of your stomach.

“Chill out killer,” You sister said. You looked down to where you had been cutting up some vegetable to see that the pieces were much, much smaller than they needed to be and your hand was grasping the knife with a white knuckled intensity.

You cleared your throat before speaking, “Sorry.”

When you looked up again, Astumu and the girl were gone and a sudden feeling of dread pooled in your heart. In reality, you had no rightful claim over Atsumu. Sure, he was pretending to be your boyfriend for the week, but the two of you weren’t together in the slightest and if he wanted to go off and flirt with a pretty girl then he was allowed to do that. You didn’t even think of Atsumu in that light - he was a good friend and your neighbor, the person you joked around with and complained about terrible dates to. So why were you experiencing the burning feeling of jealousy start to build in your chest?

“Hey, need any help?” You turned around at the sound of his voice to see Atsumu setting his drink down and coming to stand behind you. He casually rested his hands on your hips and peeked over your shoulder to see what you were putting together. You felt yourself relax, only to come to a startling realization that the reason you had been so tense in the first place was because you thought Atsumu had gone off with another girl. What was wrong with you?

The rest of the night was spent with Atsumu by your side, catching up with other family, and the constant nagging in the back of your head over that brief moment of jealousy that had happened. Even as you were getting ready for bed, brushing through your hair absently, your mind wandered while you stood in the middle of your childhood bedroom.

A knock at your door broke your train of thought and you looked up to see Atsumu opening your door carefully. He smiled as he saw you standing in your pajamas, posters of boy bands and television shows hung up on the walls, thinking that he’d never seen something as cute until that very moment in his life.

“You better get back down to the couch before my dad catches you,” You joked as he shut the door behind him and moved to take a few steps into your room.

“Or what? He likes me too much,” He laughed. He glanced around your room, taking in all the parts that made up who you were when you were growing up.

“He’s not the only one,” You mumbled, moving to sit on your bed.

Atsumu heard you and turned around with a puzzled look. “What was that?” He asked.

You startled a little bit, not thinking you had spoken loud enough for him to hear. “N-nothing,” You said. When he kept looking at you with those brown eyes, you shrugged a shoulder casually to play off your comment. “You just looked kinda friendly with that bridesmaid tonight.”

“Oh ho,” He laughed, eyes lighting up brightly as he fully turned to face you. “What’s this?”

Your eyes widened, realizing you had said too much and couldn’t take it back now. You shook your head, holding out your hands to keep some distance as Atsumu walked up to you. “What are you talking about?”

“Was that jealousy I just heard?” He smirked, now standing at the edge of the bed and looking down at you.

“What would I possibly be jealous about?” You snapped, rolling your eyes at his clear display of cockiness.

Atsumu paused for a moment, studying the way you refused to look at him before he acted. “I don’t know,” He said and reached forward. Propping one knee up on your bed, Atsumu leaned over you and grabbed your chin in his fingers to force you to look at him.

His closeness surprised you and made the breath in your lungs catch slightly. You were clearly flustered as he leaned closer and closer until the two of you had fallen back onto your bed, one of his arms bracing his weight next to your head so he didn’t totally crush you. He smirked, looking at your face for anything that would tell him to stop, before leaning forward to press his lips against yours.

Your muffled squeak quickly turned into the softest moan Atsumu had ever heard as he eased his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. A moment later he was the one to pull away, to your disappointment, tracing a finger along the side of your face. Atsumu smiled down at you, not a smirk but a genuinely soft smile. “You have nothing to worry about,” He whispered.

You stayed sprawled out on your bed as he hoisted himself upright again and left your room, wishing you a soft goodnight before shutting your door behind him. Still a little flustered, you pressed your fingers to you lips, feeling where Atumu’s has been only moments before. If you weren’t confused before, you were certainly lost now.

⬦ The Day Of ⬦

The morning of the wedding you woke up still in a daze and reeling from Atsumu kissing you. You weren’t a prude, you’d kissed and been with guys before, but it was the way in which he had kissed you - with such purpose behind it - that made it hard for you to snap out of your thoughts until you were being pulled in all directions.

You had searched for Atsumu before breakfast, but when you went downstairs to check on him he was nowhere to be found. Puzzled, you stared at his neatly made makeshift bed on the couch with your arms crossed.

“Oh he’s with the rest of the boys getting breakfast!” Your mom appeared behind you, patting your shoulder as she bustled around the kitchen. “They all went out before heading next door to get ready.”

“Huh,” You huffed, turning to try and snag some of your own breakfast since you weren’t sure how much you’d get around to eating later in the day. You had underestimated Atsumu connecting with your family, but if your brother in law had invited him along you guessed that meant he was making a good impression - just like he had told you before kissing you last night.

Hours later after being poked, prodded, twisted, and twirled all over you finally found a moment of peace. Your hair was styled in a semi-messy half ponytail, curls framing your face which had a light amount of makeup on it. As you rummaged around in the refrigerator, you were careful not to mess up anything that was already done for fear of the wrath your sister would bring down on you.

You heard the door to the back yard open, the sound of the setup crew’s voices flowing into the kitchen before being silenced when the door shut again. Righting yourself you peeked over the open door, pausing with a piece of fruit halfway to your mouth when you saw who had entered.

Atsumu stood before you in all his glory, navy suit pants and a nice white shirt tucked in. His top button was undone and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled half way up his forearms. He looked good, and if you had had any less sense you would’ve been a little more obvious in your starring. Instead you shook your head slightly and blinked hard before greeting him. “Hello Mister Popular,” You teased.

His brown eyes widened when he saw it was you greeting him, then quickly his expression went back to the same aloof smugness it always held. He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, smirking at you as he spoke. “Ah, what can I say? Families love me.”

You rolled your eyes at his confidence, moving out of his way as he went to reach into the refrigerator for a few bottles of water. “It’s going to suck to tell everyone when we break up,” You said, surrounding your words with air quotes and smiling softly at him. “They’ll be so sad.”

Atsumu studied you face for a moment before answering, “About that, what-“

“(Y/NNNN)!”

The shrill voice of your sister yelling echoed throughout the house, making your eyes go wide with horror. Atsumu mirrored your gaze as you thrust the rest of your unfinished snack into his hands and bolted off in the direction of the stairs. Atsumu just watched after you, gazing at your retreating form clad in only one of those silky bridesmaids robes he’d seen on social media hundreds of times. Even after you had disappeared from his sight he still stood there, slightly disappointed, chewing at his cheek in a bad habit his brother always told him to stop doing.

“Later,” Atsumu mumbled to himself before grabbing the water bottles and heading back over next door where the groom's party was waiting for him. “I’ll do it later.”

⬦

Atsumu loved weddings. Last year when Suna had gotten married and he got to be a part of the big day he had had so much fun and found himself a sucker for the amount of love being spread all around. Today had been no different.

Your family may have been a little wild at first, but as you walked down the aisle with the best man and the tears started to well in your eyes when your sister followed after, Atsumu felt a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lip. You’d been so focused on not tripping over the horrid yellow fabric of the long dress you wore that you didn’t notice Atsumu in the crowd until your sister passed by him with your father and your eyes caught one another, he was sitting next to your grandma - her hands tightly clasping his arm.

You couldn’t help it. You smiled a bright, toothy grin, your eyes unknowingly lighting up at the sight of him. Atsumu felt his heart catch a little in his chest, the feeling of your grandmother giving his arm a quick squeeze before sitting down brought him out of the daze that was centered purely on your eyes. Had he ever noticed how bright they were before today?

Vows were exchanged, speeches were made, and the dancing had been going on for hours. You had laughed wildly as your dad swung you around the dance floor like you were a little kid again, your hair whipping around along with your dress. Every once in a while you’d catch Atsumu dancing as well, only in his arms was your young cousin who laughed brightly with her flushed cheeks as Atsumu swung her back and forth. It almost broke your heart how cute it was, seeing him so open and at ease with your family.

As an old slower song started through the speakers, your dad smiled over your shoulder when he saw who was trying to cut in on the dance. With a handshake, your dad passed you off to Atsumu who easily slipped one hand into yours and the other around your waist to pull you close.

“You look really beautiful,” Atsumu leaned close and spoke into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist to pull you a little closer.

You had to laugh because you remember him specifically giving you a hard time months ago when your bridesmaid dress arrived, agreeing with you on how ugly it was. “Even in this disgusting thing?”

“Absolutely,” He grinned down at you.

The intensity of his gaze made you blush and you were thankful for the soft glow of the string lights above to prevent it from being too obvious. Scrunching up your nose, you smiled up at Atsumu. “Thank you,” You told him. “For everything. You really made this week a lot easier.”

“I enjoyed it, honestly.” You hadn’t realized that the two of you had stopped swaying back and forth, the music playing through the speakers long forgotten as you could only focus on the brown eyes boring down into you.

You felt Atsumu drag your hand up to rest around his neck, then let go and brought his to tangle in your hair. You pulled you forward, meeting little resistance on your end, and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss not unlike the one you two shared the previous night. You were thankful for the grip he had around your waist as he tilted you back and you felt like your knees were about to give out. The way Atsumu kissed, it was no wonder all those girls went crazy wanting to come back for more.

He started again, “I-”

“Alright ladies! It’s time for the bouquet toss!”

The sudden sound of the DJ’s voice shocked you out of your moment and you broke apart from Atsumu. Looking around, couples started filtering off the dancefloor and it was becoming more and more crowded with the single women in attendance.

Atsumu smiled down at you with a sigh, still holding onto your waist, his lips still so close you could feel them against yours as he spoke. “Meet me by the pond,” He whispered.

Unable to really speak, you simply nodded as you got your footing back and stepped away from him. You pushed through the small crowd of excited girls that had gathered in front of your sister, giving her a short wave to let her know you were not participating and getting a wink from her in response.

You’d gotten distracted by a few overserved relatives as you tried to navigate our way through the tables spread out in your parents backyard. Finally getting through, you slipped out of your shoes and quickened your pace through the small grove of trees that separated your parents property from the pond that lay beyond.

Sitting on a fallen tree trunk in all his cliche glory was Atsumu. When he saw you finally walk up to him, he bent over and grabbed a plastic cup filled with champagne. You thanked him and took a sip, sitting next to him on the rough surface of the tree. He was slightly hunched over, hands turning his own cup around and around as he smiled softly while deep in thought.

“I was thinkin’,” He started, lifting his head up to look out over the pond. The moon’s reflection rippled in the water, shining brightly. “‘Bout the whole dating thing.”

“You’ve been amazing,” You smiled. “Playing the part very-”

“What if we really did it?”

You nearly choked on your drink at his interruption. Your brows furrowed together as you looked at him with an amused and disbelieving smile. “Like, us?” You tried not to sound hopeful because in reality this week you had definitely formed some sort of romantic feelings towards your not-boyfriend, but still… him wanting to actually date? “Atsumu, you don’t do relationships.”

“I would with you,” He said, finally turning to look at you, still slightly slumped over with his elbows resting on his knees. The smile he flashed at you, the way his eyebrows rose on his forehead, all read that he too didn’t fully understand why he felt the way he was feeling - but Atsumu was never one to shy away from his emotions. “I’m sorry if it ruins things, but I like you (Y/n).”

“I like you, too.” You hadn’t even realized you were speaking the words until you saw Atsumu’s relieved expression. He laughed lightly, reaching over to rest a hand on your thigh with a gentle squeeze - the action, while simple and not suggestive in any way, made you break out in a giddy smile.

“It’s settled then,” He nodded, slinging back the rest of his drink with a dramatic flourish, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and tossing the plastic cup over his shoulder. You laughed as he leaned forward and captured your lips with his once again, both hands moving to cup your cheeks in a gentle but forceful grasp.

You’d worry about explaining the details to everyone some other time, if ever. For now, you were going to enjoy yourself, and drink up as much of Atsumu as you could in the glowing moonlight.

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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But? Damian Wayne • Tim Drake

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Plus Size Reader, Tim Drake x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: you go through a lot because of Tim and Damian but in different ways.

Request: do you listen to asmr boyfriend roleplay (on yt)? Some of them would be great as fics.

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, sexual innuendos, language, fluff, a very light mention of violence, light mentions of insecurity, is rain a warning?

A/N: the fact that every fic I’ve written for these characters has the same concept is very funny but I definitely see the appeal and the potential.

Based off these YouTube videos: one two three

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Replaying it didn’t make it easier to digest. After months of plans to move in together and talks about adopting a dog, Tim had broken up with you. He fell for someone else, a person he spoke about often.

She was a coworker of his, a gorgeous woman if anyone asked you. You could never blame him for falling for someone like her, she looked like a model and was a badass agent — it just hurt.

Now you were packing the belongings he kept at your place to send them to him with Alfred. It seemed like he couldn’t only break your heart and walk away, Tim also had to humiliate you. Out of respect, Alfred didn’t ask anything at all, he merely reminded you he was always available for you and wished you a good night.

The TV show playing in front of you wasn’t being processed by your brain. Curled up on the bed, covered with the duvet and a fuzzy blanket, you were desperately trying to conceive some sleep, for your brain to at least calm down so your head would stop throbbing and your eyes twitching.

Startled by tapping on the window, you were forced to swallow the mucus clogging your nose. Coughing, you rolled on the bed to asses who had disturbed you. Upon realizing it was just Robin, you begrudgingly left the bed to open the window.

He entered the room without saying anything, waiting for you to lock the window and close the curtains to take his domino mask off. He always did that, no matter how many times you told him no one would see him.

Damian stared down at the dozens of used Kleenex in the trashcan you kept near the bed. “Why are you upset?”

“I thought you knew...” your voice was strained, throat too tired due to the sobbing.

“I clearly don’t.”

“Tim dumped me for someone else.” Saying it in front of his brother was even worse than you had imagined. “Why are you here if it isn’t because I forgot to pack his brown jacket?”

Damian plopped down on your desk chair, staring directly at you, “patrol was boring and father is with Kyle again.”

Nodding, you went back to your spot on the bed, making yourself comfortable with a pillow on your lap.

“Are you tired?”

You were, but you didn’t want to be alone. “Not at all,” you lied so he wouldn’t dare leave. “Do you want to watch that movie you recommended to me last month?”

“Sure.”

Browsing through different streaming services until you found the film, you saw Damian take parts of his suit off in order to be more comfortable. Surprising you, he sat down on the bed, just beside you, once you had found the title.

You had to admit that paying attention was easier with him around, probably because you didn’t want to annoy him. The film did its job, you finally got distracted — you also fell asleep.

It became a routine, every night he would tap on your window and make you company. Some nights you would stay up until sunrise when you had to go to work, others he would be so tired he’d crash out on your couch, and a few nights you fully rested because his presence made you feel calmer.

Damian and you had never been too close, he and Tim had a complicated relationship and you didn’t want to have problems with your now ex-boyfriend. Now you hoped you had, he wasn’t what you had thought — Damian was nicer than every member of the family made him out to be, funnier, smarter, kinder. You genuinely enjoyed being around him.

He was extremely patient with you. He’d recommend you things to entertain yourself, let you vent when you needed, and without having to do it, would often make sure you had been eating properly because he had observed that between how much you had cried the days after the breakup, your job, and your lack of sleep you were low on energy. Damian had even spent an entire week helping you redecorate the apartment to cheer your spirit.

Being close to Damian meant spending time at the park with Titus, a shit ton of it, and trying new food every weekend, and visiting art galleries which had never been your thing. Being close to Damian also meant worrying because with all of his skills and abilities he was the most stubborn man you had ever met who often fought blindly just to end up in the Batcave's medical wing with a worried Alfred calling you to let you know your friend was hurt but alive.

Most importantly, being close to him meant feeling free to be yourself. You were sure no one would believe you, but it had never been truer.

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Elevators had you tired, ironically. The only reason you hadn’t taken the stairs was that you were carrying a portfolio full of documents, a book bag, your purse, and a coat — everything was wet, just like you. Taking an umbrella would’ve saved you many nuisances, or not walking home from work, but you were too distracted in the morning to remember and now you were paying for it thanks to the rain that came with the nearing seasonal change.

You liked the rain, its sound was soothing, the smell made you aware of your own existence as it awakened your senses, you felt cleansed by it. A lovely thing to experience overall, just not after a long day of work.

Stepping out the second the elevator doors slid open, you took the keys out of your coat with your right hand. You let the straps of your purse slide down to your forearm as you flexed your arm while introducing the key in the lock, when it turned, you sighed out of relief and pushed the door open to finally get inside.

The lights were already on, sizzling echoed around the small apartment and a familiar smell of stir-fried vegetables hit your nose. You hung your coat, letting it drip as much water it naturally could before even daring to put it into the dryer.

Walking further into the apartment, you found Damian in the kitchen. He was wearing the comfiest clothes you had seen him on, sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt with only a pair of white socks.

“What are you doing in here with this weather?” you asked, taking a look at what he was cooking.

“I was bored.”

He always said the same, you always told him you didn’t believe him but he ignored it every single time. Patting his back, you announced you would get changed.

“Don’t take too long, dinner will get cold!”

As much as you were fine with Damian being there( and his cuisine,) you had to wonder why couldn’t he tell you his reasonings for his presence at your place. One thing was him visiting when you were there and another him practically breaking into your apartment — you were open to give him a copy of the keys, to be honest, but you would really appreciate it if he asked.

Dinner was delicious, shared over talk about your day. Damian was avoiding speaking about his day, about his entire week actually — in the past month and a half he hadn’t done anything close to that.

Sat on the couch in order to continue bingeing the show the two of you had started last week, you considered asking him what was going on with him. It partially scared you, the last time a member of that family had acted like that toward you they broke your heart.

Taking a deep breath, you threw your head backward to rest it against the edge of the sofa. Damian watched you, frowning. “Are you okay?”

You answered in a hum. “You?”

“Peachy.”

You moved around the couch, opening your eyes to stare at him. He stared back, the frown slowly disappearing from his face as seconds passed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you inquired in a timid voice.

“Father is planning on retiring.”

“Oh... are you taking over?”

“Yes.”

You couldn’t picture anyone but him doing it. Dick had been miserable as Batman, Jason wasn’t interested in being like Bruce after everything that had happened, and Cass was finally finding a balance in her life.

“You don’t sound happy about it.”

“I am.”

“But?”

He shook his head, “but nothing. It was a long day.”

For your mental wellbeing, you didn’t press on it. He was clearly hiding something from you but he had the right to do so. It made you feel bad but whatever.

The lights flickered, prompting you to groan. The storm was getting worse, the sky was rumbling with thunder and the lighting striking the city and flashing into the living room through the thin white drapes was as mesmerizing as terrifying.

You mumbled, “can you stay?”

“Yes.”

Damian walked behind you, holding the flashlight from his cellphone to light the path toward your bedroom. You undid the bed quickly so he wouldn’t have to hold the device up for so long, you were sure it wasn’t an inconvenience to him but you still didn’t want to bother him.

He sat down on the bed, just next to you, “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, then I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You can sleep next to me if you want.” You felt your face burn up the second the words left your mouth yet you meant them. Oh, you did.

You heard shuffling. Assuming he was taking his sweatshirt off to get into bed, you moved away from the middle of the mattress toward the farthest side from him.

Getting under the duvet, Damian laid on his back. His cologne mixed with his usual smell of vanilla and almonds filled your nostrils as he dropped his head onto the pillow with his arms crossed against his front.

“Dami?” you whispered. He hummed in acknowledgment. “Can you get closer? I’m cold.”

With no hesitation, he turned over in order to lay on his side. Throwing his arm around you from behind, “Is that better?”

You relaxed with your back against his chest, letting a content sigh out. Damian inhaled deeply, taking a whiff off you. He did it again then, finding the smell of your lotion soothing. As he relaxed too, his arm curled around you more comfortably with his hand laying on your plump belly. You placed your hand on top of his, a little nervous yet excited. Being held was a nice feeling, one you had forgotten.

He lifted his fingers, brushing yours. You intertwined your fingers between his, playing with them. He huffed a light breath, caressing the sides of your fingers as you played with his.

Turning around, you got lost into the ethereal way the light from the lamppost entering through the window illuminated Damian’s side profile. He opened his mouth to probably say something but you abruptly shut him up. You did know what overcame you, it was something that had been simmering in you for the past month — the need of being near him, the butterflies that swarmed inside you when he laughed, the peace he brought you. He surprised you by kissing back.

“Shit,” you exclaimed, realizing you had actually done it. “I’m sorry, I—“

“It’s okay,” he interrupted to assure you. He placed his hand on your lower back, leaning in again. “Can we do it again?”

You kissed him again, feeling him tighten his arm around you in order to pull you closer. He deepened the kiss too, prying your mouth open as you held his face in order to ground yourself mentally. Damian laid you on your back, pushing you into the mattress as he straddled you — his lips didn’t leave yours, not even as both of you whimpered while his hands trailed up and down your thighs and yours mapped his back. Full-on making out with your best friend wasn’t how you pictured your shitty day ending, but you weren’t about to complain.

Damian couldn’t keep his lips off your face, enjoying the softness of your cheeks under his mouth and seeing the natural twitches of your nose which made him realize you were actually awake. He hoped he hadn’t awakened you up.

“I thought you were asleep.” The depth of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. “Were you pretending?”

You hummed, “it was hard with all those kisses.”

“I wasn’t kissing you,” he said teasingly, using his index and middle fingers to lift your head in order to continue kissing your face. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did. You?”

He answered, “yes. The best in months.” It felt good knowing you weren’t the only one.

Damian hugged you close with both arms, exhaling happily, “you’re very warm.”

Hiding your face in his chest, you hugged back. You didn’t know what it meant, or the meaning behind the gesture of still cuddling in bed with the guy you had started developing feelings for mere weeks after breaking up with his brother. But it didn’t matter, you were comfortable in his arms and happy with seemingly having cracked his shell.

You had to ask, however. “Did I overstep last night?”

“No, I told you it was okay.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He pulled away enough to fully face you. You attempted to ignore him, shifting under his gaze. Damian licked his lips, “did I make you think otherwise?”

You shook your head, the sound the friction of the side of your face made against the pillow too loud for your liking. “I just... I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Is this ruining our friendship?”

You stuttered, “I— I think so?” You weren’t sure.

“I want to ruin it,” he stated, eyes fixed on yours, “more than anything.”

Your eyes dropped to his mouth as he said it, his full lips tempting you again. You were scared of the lack of guilt you were feeling, but you happily gave in. “Let’s ruin it, then.”

Smiling brightly, he dipped his face in order to kiss you. You were certain you would never get over his soft lips, the warmth of his breath, the firmness of his touch, his intoxicating scent, his silky voice... God, he truly had you smitten.

Nuzzling against your shoulder, he intertwined his legs with yours. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”

You giggled. “Then don’t.”

Damian decided he could do that, just cuddle his favorite person in the world until something came up, maybe.

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

You had been typing on your computer, as music harmonized your den-office when the doorbell rang. Looking at the time to try and guess who could be visiting you on a Tuesday noon, you pushed yourself back, away from the desk, in order to stand up.

Dot, the Labrador you had adopted no long ago wiggled her tail from her spot near the couch as you crossed the living room. She loved laying there, she had a good view of the door and could jump on you the second you got home.

You regretted opening the door the second you faced your visitor. Tim Drake smiled timidly at you, “hi, (Y/N).”

“I— uh, hello?” You tilted your head, confused as to what he was doing there, who had given him the address and why had he thought he would be welcome.

“Can I come in?”

You lifted your index finger. “Just a second.”

Opening the guest-closet, you took a pair of slippers out and padded back toward the door. Tim looked down at the slippers you were offering to him, then at his shoes — as he did, he realized you weren’t wearing any footwear.

He complied, taking his shoes off and sliding his feet into the slippers. When he asked where to put the pair of footwear he had just taken off, you pointed to a mat next to the door, just under the key holders. You closed the front door as he dropped his shoes.

“Wow,” he exclaimed, eyes taking in as much of the space around him as possible, “your taste has changed! How long has it been?”

“A little over a year and a half.”

“We really need to catch up!”

You motioned for him to sit down on the couch. Dot curiously stared at him when he did so while you asked, “do you want anything to drink?”

“Coffee would be fine,” he answered just to have more time to examine the living room. It was extremely luxurious, with a vaulted ceiling and oversized windows.

Curious about the overall design of the penthouse, and how good your job had to be for you to be able to pay for such living arrangements, he followed you toward the kitchen where you were preparing his coffee. It was as full of luxury as the living room, with stainless steel appliances, granite counter-tops and a breakfast bar the size of your previous apartment’s entire kitchen.

“How have you been?” He asked, sliding his palm against the marbled breakfast bar.

“I’ve been great.” You gave him a tight smile, placing the sugar bowl onto the bar.

“I’m glad. How’s your family?”

“They’re great, thank you.” Out of courtesy, you asked, “how have you been?”

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “well, after I abruptly broke up with you, from which I’m very sorry because I was a dick, my girlfriend broke up with me too...”

“I’m sorry.” You genuinely felt for him, being dumped out of the blue wasn’t something you wished upon anyone. Pouring coffee into a mug, you handed it to him.

“It’s okay,” he smiled openly, nodding as a thank you for the coffee and dropping a couple of spoonfuls of sugar into the beverage, “I’m over it. I moved to Europe when Bruce said he needed someone to supervise the branch of the company there, the drama wasn’t good for my spirit.”

“Why are you back? It’s not like Gotham has changed.”

“My best friend is getting married.”

You hummed, finding estrange that you hadn’t been invited to the wedding.

“You have a new boy or anything?”

You stuttered, dropping a teabag into a cup, “perhaps.”

“Come on, (N/N), tell me! I won’t get mad.” He deviated his gaze. “I’m over you and everything.”

You confessed then, pouring hot water on top of the herbs, “I am dating Damian.”

“Which Damian?”

You waited for your ex-boyfriend to swallow the sip of coffee he had just taken and took the opportunity to have a sip of tea to calm your nerves. “Wayne,” you explained.

“You’re dating my little brother?!” He whisper-shouted. You simply nodded. “For how long?”

“Eleven months.”

“So what? You ran into his arms as soon as I broke up with you?!”

You didn’t appreciate the tone he was using or what he was insinuating. Definitely not when he had cheated on you without for once thinking of sparing your feelings.

“Damian was there for me when no one else had the time, it just happened.”

“I thought you were going to stay away from my family,” he reproached you.

In all honesty, you had thought the same thing. As much as Alfred had told you to call him if you needed anything when he went to pick up the belongings Tim kept at your place, you hadn’t planned on doing it — but that same night, when Damian arrived, tired after a long patrol, and playing dumb by saying he had just dropped by because he was bored you decided you didn’t have to, you didn’t want to. Eventually, you evolved, as many things had after that night, not for Damian nor because of him but next to him, with his patience and support.

“I can’t believe you,” he shook his head.

“I thought you were over me.”

“I’m not jealous! But you deserve better than him — you’re so pretty and nice and he’s selfish and mean and depends on Bruce for everything.”

That didn’t sound like Damian at all. “Maybe you don’t know your brother.”

“You’re telling me he’s changed? Because I don’t believe it.”

You couldn’t be a testimony of Damian’s change when you had never seen the version Tim described, but you could definitely say Damian was everything you had always wanted in a partner and more — he was what you needed, what you loved.

“You still can do way, waaaaaay better than him,” Tim interpreted your silence as a confirmation of Damian’s change.

“Like who, Timothy?”

“Like me!” he exploded, clenching his eyes shut for a couple seconds to control his breathing. “I’ll go straight to the point: I miss you. I came back to get you back, there’s no wedding. I was too stupid to see what I had when I had it, I know, but I’ve changed,” he assured, “I have a new philosophy, I’m surrounded by better people. I’m not blind anymore.”

“Neither I am.”

He ignored your comment and went on, “let’s just start again. In another country, a new house. We’ll adopt as many puppies as you want!” Tim took an envelope out, “I have two plane tickets here for tomorrow. One is yours.”

The front door unlocked loudly, prompting both you and Dot to crane your necks in order to stare at it. Damian pushed it open, shoes in hand and blazer draping over his forearm.

You saw him focus on the pair of shoes on the mat for mere seconds before Dot happily wiggled her tail at him as she approached him. Damian threw his blazer to the nearest couch, quickly undoing his tie which followed suit, before hunching down to pet the little dog.

Out of habit, you left the kitchen to walk toward him and greet him. He stood back up, naturally towering over you and kissing you softly, “hello, beloved.”

You giddily smiled, forgetting you weren’t alone, “hi, handsome. I missed you.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, you inhaled his scent. God, you had truly missed him. Sleeping without him wasn’t the same, nor having to rely on music or the tv for the place to not feel alone. Two days of not hearing his voice not waking up tangled up with him were too much sometimes.

Damian put his hands on your waist, sighing at finally being able to touch your soft body again. “I missed you more.” He leaned downward, placing his lips on yours again.

“(Y/N),” Tim pleaded from behind you, making you jump.

Damian parted from you, looking past your shoulder and directly at his brother. “Drake. What are you doing in here?”

You stepped to the side, opting for opening the terrace’s door so Dot could have some fun outside. In the background, as you leant against the doorway and watched the little dog sniff the terrace, you heard Tim say Alfred had given him the address. Oh, sweet Alfred, always trying to keep the family together.

Turning around, you saw them both sit down in front of each other in the living room. Trying to keep them from fighting, you walked back into the room and sat down next to your boyfriend.

Tim immediately told you, “please don’t throw it all to waste for him.”

Both Damian and you frowned. He put his hand on your thigh, like he had done the first time he had taken you to a business dinner as his date, like he had grown used to do under any table. It was your favorite gesture, he wasn’t a big fan of PDA but he still made sure to always be touching you — the fact that he loved your thighs when you had always been insecure due to their size was a nice addition.

“I’m over you, Tim. Damian is my boyfriend, and with who I want to be.”

“He’ll never love you like I do, he can’t.” Tim’s tone was the harshest you had heard from him.

He was right, though. Damian would never love you like Tim did, that was the whole point. You didn’t want what Tim had to offer, the kind of love he could give — you were past that, you had been for a long time now and it felt amazing.

Tired and spent, Damian hugged you extremely tightly while cuddling that night, almost to the point where you struggled to breathe. Wiggling in his arms in order to turn around and face him, you wrapped your arms around him as best as you could.

“What’s wrong, Dami?”

“Nothing.”

You dropped yourself onto your back, struggling to bring him in but ultimately succeeding. Damian sighed, shifting to be more comfortable as he laid his head on your bare chest.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. Damian inhaled your scent, sighing in content — he was in his safe place. “I sometimes forget not everyone sees me the way you do.”

You supposed he was referring to Tim’s assumptions about him. “Does it bother you?”

“Only when they use it to try putting you against me.”

“You know they would never succeed, right?” You needed him to be aware of that.

“I do.”

“But?”

He moved to hover over you, fitting his legs between yours as he propped himself up with his elbows. “But it’s different when your ex does it. And no, I’m not jealous, I do trust you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. You understood what he meant, perfectly so. Damian had been there to pick up the pieces, he had helped you glue them together and even taught you to tweak them so the final piece would look better — with that, beautiful things had bloomed, but in between many tears had been shed on your behalf and many confessions had been made regarding your feelings in general; sprinkle in how hard it had been to process the fact that you had fallen for each other and you could understand where he was coming from. There was a piece of Damian in you, and there was a piece of you in him; at every level.

“It’s not relevant anymore, love,” you reminded him.

Damian caught your lips in a tender kiss, humming. “I just wish he wasn’t back.”

“He’ll be gone by tomorrow. And if he isn’t, I don’t care.” You started playing with his hair, unconsciously running your fingers up and down through his locks. “But I don’t want you to have a bad relationship with your brother because of me.”

“We’ve spoken about that.”

Damian had never been able to get along with Tim, his relationship with Dick was great and he had even built one with Jason, Cass was his favorite, and he had gotten to meet with Helena a few times. However, his resentment toward Tim heightened when you two started frequenting each other — he seemed to now despise him.

You tilted your head to pepper kisses over his jaw. “You’ll manage, Damian. You ignored him for years.”

Your boyfriend sighed dramatically, letting his weight gradually fall on top of you. Placing his hand on your cheek, he smirked before burying his face in your neck. “Besides,” Damian mumbled, “he’s not the one keeping you up tonight.”

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psychosistr · 3 years

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Meet Me Halfway- Chapter 4

Summary: With his only friend gone after his defeat at the hands of the city's protector, Bushroot takes a walk through town to clear his head. On his walk, though, a certain lawn-ornament catches his eye.

Notes: I probably found certain parts of this chapter funnier than others will, but I couldn't resist writing them, anyway x3

-First Chapter-

The heatwave finally started to break a few days after Liquidator’s defeat. With nothing better to do and in desperate need of fresh air that didn’t feel stale or suffocating, Bushroot spent the evening walking aimlessly through town.

Bushroot had gone back to the greenhouse every day since the “hard water crisis” (the term the media was using to describe the event wasn’t very imaginative), often staying until at least midnight in the hopes that Liquidator would show up just like before and they could go back to their afternoon routine of tending to the plants and talking about everything and nothing at all. Yet, every day, he left with the same disappointment of not seeing his friend.

It was strange, really: He’d spent so many years feeling lonely and unwanted. It was part of his everyday life- get up alone, go to work and have some minor social interactions that never really went anywhere, tend to his plants alone, then go home and spend the rest of his evening alone before getting up to do it all again in the morning. Then, out of the blue, a random supervillain breaks into his life and after only knowing him for two weeks Bushroot has trouble coping with the prospect of never seeing him again?

Maybe he really should see a shrink like his family always told him- there had to be something wrong with him to get that attached so quickly to someone so violent, so cruel, so conniving, so…

So charming…

So polite…

So eager to actually listen to him for a change…

Oh, who was he kidding? Even with his supervillainy ways, Liquidator was still one of the only people in Bushroot’s life who actually gave him some decent compassion and respect. Of course he’d miss the guy- he was one of Bushroot’s only friends since……actually, he was Bushroot’s ONLY friend since college, maybe even since high school now that he really thought about it. Gosh, he was so lonely…

With a heavy sigh, Bushroot kicked a pebble on the sidewalk and watched it roll across the street. He’d taken this walk to get some fresh air and try to get his mind off of how lonely he was, but all it did was serve to make him feel even more lonely and miserable than before. It didn’t help that he thought about his friend so often that literally everything was reminding him of the canine. That sprinkler spraying water over the lawn, those zinnias that were blooming like the ones in his greenhouse that he helped him water, that weird looking fountain statue shaped like Liquidator, that tree that-

Wait, WHAT?!

Bushroot had to do a double take to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Across the street, in the yard the pebble had landed in, was a lawn sprinkler system with a distinctive centerpiece- a concrete statue that looked EXACTLY like the liquid villain.

Everything about it was correct from the face to his usual body-proportions when he wasn’t connected to a larger mass of water. Not to mention there was the odd position the statue was in- angled as it was, it just looked like an art piece, but, if he imagined it being more level with the ground, it looked like the concrete had dried while the figure was walking. Its face even had a look of surprise on it!

It was too accurate to be just a statue.

“Liqui..?” The duck asked in a quiet whisper as he stared at the statue. Just as he was about to go across the street to examine it more closely, the front door of the house that the front yard belonged to opened and he quickly ducked down into some bushes to hide. “!!”

“Come on, dad!” A red-haired duckling yelled as she ran out into the yard with a duffel bag on her shoulder and a hockey stick in her hand. “We’re gonna be late for the new-players party!”

“Not if SOMEBODY stops eating brownies for five minutes and gets out here!” An older duck who looked to be about the same age as Bushroot said while walking out of the house as well and helping the girl load her stuff into the car parked in their driveway, pausing only briefly to turn off the water in his sprinkler system. “Launchpad, let’s GO!!” He yelled back towards the house.

“Comin’, DW!” A slightly younger and much larger duck shouted while running out of the house. He shoved a brownie into his mouth while quickly closing the door behind him, soon getting into the driver’s seat of the car and starting it up. “Don’t worry, Gos- we’ll be there in no-time flat!”

“We’d better!” The duckling said while grinning wickedly. “No newbies are allowed on MY team until they’ve survived their first Gosalyn Mallard surprise practice drill!”

“Can you at least wait until AFTER they get their gear on this time? I’d like to get to the first game of the season WITHOUT getting yelled at by some kid’s angry PTA-mom in the hospital..” The oldest duck said with a shake of his head and an eye roll that spoke of many hospital trips and apology letters.

Once the small group was buckled in, the car drove off down the street at a speed that was honestly frightening to watch.

Bushroot looked at the house after the car was out of sight- there were no lights on, so everyone who lived there was probably already gone…

It was getting late, so everyone else in the neighborhood was already gone or just sitting down to dinner, meaning there was no one else around…

He could probably-

No, no, that would be wrong! It would be stealing!

……

Wait, would it really be stealing since it was a living person? Wouldn’t that make it more like kidnapping? Also, was it really kidnapping if you were taking someone from a place they most likely didn’t actually WANT to be and freeing them? Wasn’t that more like RESCUING??

Okay, maybe THAT part wasn’t so bad, but, even still, it’s not like he had a way to carry a solid concrete statue all the way back to his apartment-

And then the flat-bed tow-truck pulled up in front of one of the houses next to the property that Bushroot was hiding on. The driver got out, so distracted with trying to open his lunchbox and get out some donuts that he didn’t even notice he’d dropped the keys on the sidewalk on his way into the house.

……

So, this was really happening, huh?

……

The universe just conveniently gave him everything he needed to grab the statue and get out of there?

……………

Well, who was he to argue with the universe?

Acting quickly, Bushroot exited his leafy camouflage and grabbed the keys. It took some time to adjust the driver’s seat, get the truck pulled around to the other side of the road, and figure out how to work the levers enough to lower the flat-bed close enough to the ground that he wouldn’t have to lift the statue to get it on the truck.

Once he had the truck’s bed low enough, he grabbed the chains connected to the winch and tied them off around Liquidator’s stone body- hoping that he wouldn’t accidentally break anything vital. (Then again, he WAS made of water, so he should be fine, right?)

Bushroot hesitated for a moment with his hand on the winch’s lever.

Once he did this, there’d be no going back: He’d have to steal the truck to get Liquidator back to his apartment. If he got caught, he’d be charged with grand-theft auto at best and aiding a known criminal at worst. In either scenario, he’d be serving some major jail time.

Could he really go through with this..?

“……” He almost took his hand off of the lever, but, when he looked back over to Liquidator’s face frozen in a look of surprise and shock, he felt something stab him in the heart. “Don’t worry, Liqui- I’ll get you out of here.” Bushroot said quietly to himself more than to the statue before activating the winch.

It made a lot of noise as it pulled on the statue and began to separate it from its base and the pipes that had been run up into it. It lasted for a few agonizingly long moments until, with a final loud “clang”, the statue was freed from its moorings and pulled up onto the bed of the truck.

The noise, unfortunately, caused many of the neighbors to finally notice what was going on and start gathering at the windows and doors to see what was happening- including the actual owner of the truck who was NOT too happy to see his vehicle being used by someone else.

Bushroot practically dove into the driver’s seat, scrambling to get the door closed and locked behind him before speeding off down the street. He kept his head down as low as possible until he was far away from the neighborhood and certain that no one had followed him.

As he drove to his apartment, Bushroot swallowed down the guilt he felt over stealing the truck and damaging someone else’s property (though it HAD been a person who was essentially being held against his will), and focused on forming a plan to separate Liquidator from his concrete prison. He’d figure everything out eventually once his heart stopped pounding so loudly that he couldn’t hear himself think.

Strangely enough, the beating of his heart didn’t feel like it was entirely from panic. He briefly wondered if he should be worried about that…

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes: One plot-hole I don't see addressed that often is how Darkwing just left Liquidator's statue ON HIS LAWN. Logically, someone should've recognized it or Liquidator would have an idea of where Darkwing lived/who he was connected to since he was kept there for so long. Oh well, guess it's the sort of thing that helps fic writers out later xD

#darkwing duck #dwd #bushroot #liquidator #liquiroot #meet me halfway

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2p-stuff-because-i-miss-them · 4 years

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could you do maybe .. 2p italy boyfriend headcanons pls?? thank you !! i love the blog so far

Yay tysm~ bf headcanons for the boi coming right up, my last bf canons were too long so I hope this ones shorter.

Our favorite short glass of red wine, Luciano Vargas-

This boi really did think he was going to be the one to sweep you off your feet and take you away to a paradise.

Turns out it was you who did that

Well okay it was both-

You two probably met during the spring in park

Sounds nice but it was about to be stormy as all hell and Luciano was so visibly pissed about something it was kind of funny.

It was funnier when the sat down ignoring the weather signs and took his jacket off

It was less funny when the rain started and he curled up in a ball to start sobbing quietly, something must have happened

He couldn’t really see you, but he could sense and hear you breathing, as for you his glowing magenta eyes were burned into the back of your brain, and you thought he was really pretty lets be honest he is prettiest boi-

Maybe that's why you gave him your umbrella as to help him get a little dry, or maybe make him feel a tad bit better

Bottom line you two talked, you made him feel a bit better and you didn’t make a big deal about it, which he admired.

You went from closer than normal acquaintances to friends over the span of 7 months, then best friends after a year, it only took another month for hm to start catching feelings and getting more romantic but then it took three months before he finally kissed you under the rain to make it official.

He was all suave abt it and stuff lolo

Btw kisses with Luciano are clicks tounge top TIER

He does it all the time when he’s with you in public and private.

He likes cuddling with you everywhere too but he wont because he has an image to maintain around people ig

But damn you’ll just be sitting down chilling and he’s staring (almost glaring-) at you then he leaves and comes back behind you just to place you on his lap.

^“Luci this is a Wendy’s-”

Even if you're much bigger and/or taller than him he always wants to be the one holding you. Which is sweet but sometimes he falls down and doesn’t let go-

^“Hey Luci can you help me get down from this (slightly tall platform)?”

Ah yes bella I’ll just carry you off

“Luci no I mean can I just hold your hand until I get down as to keep balance-”

No no its fInE-

“Luci no NO WAIT PUT ME DOWN I'M TOO THICC FOR YOUR SHI-”

And then you come crashing down but at least you fell on Luciano-

As macho as this man is, he’ll lose it if you call him pretty and do light make up on him really.

He likes taking pictures of you and setting them as his wallpaper with filters and stuff, if you do the same to him he’ll die-

Luci probably already knows most if not all of your big and small insecurities abt your body and personality and he’ll praise those aspects about you every day, sometimes on purpose but usually just because he genuinely loves all of his s/o.

Now keeping this in mind he’ll also be “playfully” mean but you can’t really tell because he has the same resting bitch face the entire time he’s being playful and serious.

And you also can’t tell because he’ll be high-key threatening about it and then say “I’m joking” after you’ve panicked

He spends a lot of money on you because he’s kind of materialistic but he also tries to do the small things for you when he has time, so he can show you how much he cares outside of just spoiling you with no love in return

When Luciano is talking with you he’s very distracting, because he’s usually stroking your arm or face or messing with your hair. He does this out of habit because he thinks it’s a comforting way to say that he’s listening and/or go on but sometimes you’ll lose focus when he’s so close and making direct eye contact-

He knows he's handsome and he'll use it to get his way in arguments or conversations

^Luci no I don't want to watch that movie again please-"

*Luciano bats gorgeous eyelashes once*

"...I'll be ready in 10"

Luciano also uses italian to his advantage like this as well. He speaks so SMOOTHLY you cannot help it.

He loves to see you all flustered and cute, and that's his primary goal in all of his romantic gestures

He likes to watch romance movies often and honestly, loves movie nights in general, and would love it if you would watch sappy love stories with him.

He also likes to dance with you at night all alone in the dark. He’ll slow dance forever as long as it's with you in his arms (how romantic doki doki)

Luciano is usually always with Lutz and Kuro so you are too, and honestly-

It’s kind of terrifying because Lutz is low-key a giant man child so he’s always getting into accidents that will give you heart attacks before you remember he’s immortal-

And Kuro just sort of appears everywhere behind you, in front of you always watching silently which is unnerving

But you guys get closer during game nights every month so it's okay

Speaking of people you’re always around, Flavio is like always there no matter what, spoiling you almost as much as Luciano.

This boi loves an s/o’s honesty and genuine love so as long as he keeps getting that he’ll love you forever.

lol this def not even a lil shorter but I’ve deleted too much from it already soooooooooo

#2p hetalia #2p #2p!#2p!hetalia #2p italy #2p!Italy #2p headcanons #2p axis

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natakuchan · 3 years

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Alt!Story, Part III

Just woke up. Feel like sh-t. Means it time for some ranting!

Small Sans welcomes his dad, finding himself soon with a baby brother in his hands. Okay, that was not expected! Neither to heard its his brother and no, said Gaster, having a clo- brother doesn't mean mommy is coming back. To be honest, she's gone for good, now.

Gaster somehow regrets his lack of explanation about Chara but soon moves on. Sans, on the other hands, just understands that his mother was right there all the time, but she just did not wanted anything about him. And now that the other's here, she's gone for good?

Needless to say, even if Sans tried, leaving an infant with a child is not the best idea. If Papyrus survives (lucky him) he soon becomes a kid with a lot of anger issues and behavior related problems. One person save the day, though. It's Grillby's son, Happiness. The motherless kid is of the same age as Papyrus and they soon become besties. Papyrus has a little social experience inside the house, each time Happiness comes to play. And that's actually nice, cause everytime Sans did tried to get out lf the house, it led to him getting bullied, harrassed or beaten by the other kids he wanted to join in. Looks like being an evil mass' murderer son isn't the best help to make friends.

But something went sour. Happiness is taken away by the soldiers, since he's an obvious hybrid, and ends up killed during one of Gaster's experiment. The soul then goes haunting Toriel's ruins and he will end up as this AU's MTT in some years.

Grillby isn't really pleased by that. It would be an understatement to say he is destroyed. It's actually a lot to lose: Chara, his wife, his kid... Blaming Gaster for Chara's death was one thing but right here, the hatred becomes a little more intense. Good things Nocturne senses that and with a good negociation, the scientist traitor is sold and the village's bartender becomes the official supplier of Décembre's drug in Snowdin.

There's a little funeral and stuff for Gaster, who had been thrown off in the CORE while he was trying to fix it. This by a pissed off Nocturne. The CORE doesn't work a lot anymore, thanks to that so here goes the economical crisis. Grillby's bar grows and grows, plunging the population into dependency. He soon offers distractions, host services, private rooms and all, to go with the drug and the alcool. The air becomes oh so bad, Décembre's curtesy since the fog has engulfed the whole village, concentrating around the bar. Whenever you enter Snowdin, you feel light-headed, nauseous and have your head spinning. There's no way you can walk right. It's actually better for everyone to be able to afford an air purifier inside their houses or else the side-effects will follow them home.

Soon after killing off Gaster, Nocturne went to find the skeleton's researches where he has supposedly found how to kill the dark one. He rampages the house, finds there were twin artefacts, the Heart Lockets, that used together were enough to corrupt or purify someone. Yet the Heart Lockets weren't there. But the young Papyrus was. Terrorised and hidden under the couch. When Nocturne and his mens left, the youngling was still hidden but started crying.

Good thing the Heart Sanses were passing by. There was definitely some rukus in Alt!Story and they weren't going to let Nocturne do as he wants. Rêverie-now-called-Songe, who we haven't seen in a long time (Songe: "Hi folks! Missed me? ^^"), heard the cryings and went comforting the kiddo. For now on, he will have Papyrus on his protection and come frequently to take care of the abandoned kid, raising him to be a hero that would fight against Nocturne.

Shit has hitten the fan for Sans when his father died. Needed an air purifier for his weak brother not to fall down. Grillby was okay giving them food, but he did not pity at all the two orphans. So there was still electricity, running water, heating to pay off. Sans had to find something to do with his hands.

Good thing Grillby was hiring, then. From his 15 to (whatever the majority is where you live)years, the boi went from waiter to bartender. Once having made his baby steps in that world, an opportunity opened. It was to work as an host. At that time, and now that the bar received visitors from all around the Multiverse, this was a well-paid job. Enough to keep his brother safe. Enough to afford everything they'd need. There was no possibility to refuse.

Lacking so much early socialization and moreover being an introvert had not prepared Sans to be a host. As it was supposed to be his first evening of distracting and low-key flirting with clients, Sheep looked livid. Grillby made the remark the skeleton looked like a Sheep going to the slaughter and the nickname stayed.

Working as an host sucked. As a waiter? Nobody cared. Behind the bar? Safety from the distance. But people being able to pay to have a face to face with a mass murderer's son? Like, getting revenge and having to torture the little sh-t for the misery his father has done? Yeah, everyone started asking for the skeleton and entertaining the clients somewhat became unpleasant. Of course, there were good people too. But twice a week, there was a creep. The skeleton started hating on the ambiance candles when burn marks spreaded accross his arms.

His colleagues weren't of any support either. Being promoted as an host wasn't earned at all by the skeleton and he was really bad at it. Favoritism when two third of the population lived in extrem misery isn't the best thing that can happen to you. It was tense. With a few outbursts.

A few years later, we have someone leaving a note at his brother's door and going straight to Waterfall's cascade. Could be an idea to end it all.

Now, here's the trick. Nocturne happened to pass by and, seeing how depressed and ready Gaster's son was, he teased him a little. All that chaos surrounding him was really a feast for Genocide. But it would have been funnier if said skeleton talked back. Instead, he just sadly admitted all the insults then thanked Nocturne for being there. Dying alone sucked.

Nocturne didn't expected to be thanked and now he was really bored. So instead, he just told that he related and they ended up talking. Just. Having a friendly chat and stuff. Sheep finally changed his mind and all things were good in the bestest of worlds.

Well. Nope.

Songe had noticed and read the note. He had gone looking for his protegee's brother. And he had found him at the top of the waterfall, with Nocturne. Sure, sure, that dark evil lord was ready to push the poor skeleton into the emptiness. Couldn't be anything more to a villain (lawful good at his best, isn't that cute-). So Songe managed to attack Nocturne to protect Sheep. Sheep tried to defend the only person that had been nice to him ever. He slips. Falls.

Crap.

Nocturne catches his hand at the very end so no deadly skeleton fall tonight. Now could be a good idea to remind you, dumb characters, that blue magic is a thing. Sheep's being quite at loss with his magic abilities, though. He's weak for a Sans and isn't trained at all at that time.

After this epic fail, Songe just flee. Leaving another thing for Sheep to understand: The Goddess Pacifist's presence weaken Genocide. Having Songe nearby thus making Nocturne less corrupted. Not something a dark evil lord would want to be known so good thing he hasn't noticed that Sheep has noticed.

Anyway. From now on, and since that'll be wasting time to have rescued a skelly for nothing, Nocturne starts making Sheep work for him. The depressed one still works at the bar and as an host. But now, if he hears something interesting from someone, Nocturne would like to hear it as well. It's like a spy or something plus the evil lord is going to ensure the skelly stays safe. If the client becomes too much of a freak- poof- magic-! Dust in an alley. Wait. That's not magic, that murder!

Yay for everything getting better and Sheep and Papyrus being slowly turned against each other 👏👏

#Alt!Story

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amphii-writes · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys as songs on my spotify playlists P. 4, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani

Warning: Songs could talk about sex, drugs, and violence. Reader discretion is advised.

ALSO: A small rant is at the end, i recommend you read it.

Akinori Konoha: Beef FloMix by Flo Milli

Due to Konoha-san’s very competitive personality, I chose a song that fits that perfectly. The song itself has BDE (big dick energy) and honestly, it slaps. I don’t exactly LOVE Konoha because I don’t 100% understand him! And with that, I tried my hardest to fit him!

Keiji Akaashi: Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Anyways, what I would do for this soft dude to just hug me and pat my head and tell me I’m okay. Akaashi for sure tries his best not to stand out too much, often being Bokuto’s “wingman” and hyping him up. So, you can imagine how he actually feels. He’s a great player but then again, the ace is the player who scores the most amount of points.

Kotaro Bokuto: Dancing Queen by ABBA

Okay, you might be wondering: “Amphs, why did you chose this song of every other song?” And that’s a wonderful question, and my answer to that is this; Bokuto for sure is a party animal and likes cute upbeat songs, and whats funnier than imagine Bokuto sliding around his house (hardwood floors) in socks, boxers, and a dress shirt dancing to Dancing Queen. Adorable, 10/10.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton

Wow, it’s low-key embarrassing to admit that I have Dolly Parton on my playlist but in my defense, everyone knows 9 to 5. I know its very fannon to see ushijima as a guy who’s very into farming even though hes not, and i agree its kinda annoying. But, you can’t tell me this man doesn’t give you “I-listen-to-willy’s-roadhouse-constantly-vibes” I love Ushi so much but,,, he reminds me of my grandpa.

Kenjiro Shirabu: Harness Your Hopes B-Side by Pavement

Shirabu is a very passive aggressive man, and this song is also passive aggressive- well just aggressive works tbh. The song itself sounds almost sarcastic with how bored and annoyed the singer sounds, mocking whoever’s listening: Thus, the Shirabu vibes it gives off.

Tsutomu Goshiki: Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

This isn’t a sexuality head cannon for Goshiki-san, this is me saying he’s a soft bastard. Like I can imagine him listening to this song and imagine cuddling with someone in a beach house that has a fire-place in the winter, cuddling with them while both wearing the same over-sized sweater, his lover in the front of the sweater and him in the back. perfect cuddling session tbh.

Satori Tendou: SugarCrash! by ElyOtto

Wow, this song sounds so sweet and energetic but the lyrics are hella sad. The song talks about being one of the people who often brings people up but feeling alone and useless, just like Tendou-san did when he was younger. Tendou was bullied for his looks like Yamaguchi, but instead of fighting back he caved in and became what his bullies called him: a monster. But this time it was different, he embraced his difference and became one hell of a blocker.

Eita Semi: Killer Queen by Queen

Semi-san gets bitches, look at him: he probably has a fan club. The song is a classic, the entire arrangement of the song is art and Semi, our favorite musician boy probably critiques songs on the radio like the bastard he is (me too, tho. band has changed me into a different person when evaluating songs). Semi-san also gives me the “I-like-old-rock-esc-songs” and me too, me too.

Anyways, small rant but fannon haikyuu characters physically hurt me. like the immense sexualization of gay men pisses me off so much, like nothings wrong with being gay! But when you enforce harmful stereotypes it does exactly that: HARMS PEOPLE! Don’t get me started on how people take shy or “traditionally feminine” men (literally anyone with any sort of “feminine” trait) from haikyuu and just scream “oH lOoK hE’S a bOtToM!11!!1!” the more i see that shit the more I wanna punch cishets in the fucking stomach: especially fujioshis(?) ((i dunno if that’s how you spell it but then again they dont deserve me to even spell their name right)) gay people can’t live peacefully without this shit happening, and it happens to other minorities. Oh and if i see one more Holy Asahi I’m going to snap from sheer force of will.

i’m sorry, i just had to get that off my chest. it’s been bothering me for awhile and it doesn’t sit right with me.

#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #fukurodani #shiratorizawa

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nellied-reviews · 4 years

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Little Revolución Re-listen

Hey again! It's episode two of my epic Wolf 359 re-listen, which means:

Little Revolución

In which Eiffel hoards toothpaste, Hilbert and Minkowski get gas-happy and Command are, reading between the lines, the Actual Worst.

We open up with Mussorgsky's Night on the Bare Mountain, which I will always mentally link to my primary school, because for some reason they played it before morning assemblies a lot? (Which, in hindsight, was kind of weird.) Personal connections aside, though, it's just the right music to set the tone for this episode: big, bombastic and stupidly overdramatic.

What follows is a comedy-heavy episode, with slightly more fleshed-out versions of the non-Eiffel characters, which is nice to hear. Hera is sarcastic, Hilbert is suitably menacing, and Minkowski also sounds more like herself - and they all do things that actually advance the plot this time round! Yay!

That said, the star of the show, is still, without a doubt, Eiffel, who somehow manages to be even more ridiculous than last episode? This time round, we start in media res, after Eiffel has stolen the last remaining tube of toothpaste and is holding it hostage.

And okay. That in itself is a really funny idea. Of all the things to mutiny over, I love that it's something as mundane and low-key as toothpaste. It's just enough of a creature comfort to give the conflict stakes, but also... it's toothpaste, man. And it's one single tube of toothpaste!

But I think most of comedy in this episode comes specifically from the fact that it's Eiffel holding the toothpaste hostage. Which means we basically get to spend the whole episode watching him dig himself deeper. There's a sense of futility to his mutiny from pretty much the moment he mutes Minkowski at the beginning, and from that point on, the it’s just a question of "how ridiculous will this get, before Eiffel breaks?"

The answer? Pretty darn ridiculous, and it is 100% Eiffel's own fault. I mean, at every step in this episode he just escalates things. From bringing up hostages in the first place to his whole announcement, complete with dramatic music that I assume (?) he must have added to the message himself just to make it sound cooler, to barricading himself in the comms room, literally everything he does here is totally nuts.

It's enough to trigger Eiffel Protocol M - and I really, really want to know what all the other protocols are, and why they were invented - which means that when the log comes back, we have a shivering, miserable Eiffel, slowly being driven mad by random loud noises. Which, again, I love. Putting characters in some sort of extreme physical discomfort feels like one of Wolf 359's go-to beats, both for comedy (case in point, this episode) and for drama (hello, Pan-Pan, and Mayday, come to think of it), and it's fun to see it used for the very first time here.

It's also at this point that we get an insight into what Minkowski and Hilbert are planning, and honestly, I really wish this episode featured more of them working together, because the glimpse we get is so good! Hilbert just straight up gassing Eiffel! Minkowski asking if there could, possibly, be some pain! "Minimal risk of brain damage"!

The show, at this point, is still pretty firmly committed to the log format, though, and will be until... actually, I'm not sure when we stop just getting Eiffel's recordings. Is it as late as Season 2?

Either way, it means we do miss out on Minkowski and Hilbert having to work together, which is kind of a pity, although the episode works find without it. And in a way, it's almost funnier, because we're just as confused as Eiffel is, especially when the gas doesn't knock him out and gives him weird hallucinations instead. I mean, what is up with that? Did it just not work? Is is some weird psychological warfare tactic on the part of Hilbert and Minkowski?

In any case, it pushes Eiffel right to his breaking point, just in time for Hera to distract him while Hilbert dissolves the door hinges. Eiffel folds pretty rapidly after that, and ends the episode in the supply cl- sorry, in the brig. He honestly seems pretty resigned to his fate, as well. So at least he knows when he's beat.

And to be honest, I actually feel sorry for Eiffel here. The whole episode, after all, shows how space can slowly chip away at your sanity, messing with you in small, irritating ways until, inevitably, you snap - even before Minkowski and Hilbert go to work on you. Eiffel's overreaction to running out of toothpaste is funny, sure. But behind it lie months and months where, little by little, he's been deprived of all his creature comforts. It's small stuff, but I can totally see why it would, cumulatively, start to drive you nuts, until any little thing - even toothpaste - might just push you over the edge.

Even worse, Command had to have called this. There is no way they "accidentally" failed to pack enough toothpaste - because it's not like the Hephaestus is anywhere near the end of its mission. So Command must have known that this would happen, and either they didn't care, or they actively wanted it to happen, as part of some kind of twisted, gaslight-y psychological experiment, not unlike the Empty Man, later on in the season.

Either way, it means that by the end of the episode, we're left with a sense of the negative psychological effects of daily life in space, and, potentially, our first hint at how awful Command is. Not bad, for an episode that is, still, a comedy episode about Eiffel hoarding toothpaste.

Because it is still, at the end of the day, a comedy. Sure, there's some dark bits if you read between the lines. But it's also just straightforwardly lightweight and funny, and after listening to the end of the series, do you know what? That's actually kind of refreshing. We don’t get many straight-up comedy episodes after season one, so revisiting this one was pretty great!

Miscellaneous thoughts:

"Nothing is premeditated here! The very suggestion that I would meditate anything... I mean, it’s laughable." Hah!

Well their new brig is going to come in v e r y handy, v e r y soon

Aww, Eiffel asking if anything is wrong with the star. Just you wait, Doug...

Also I 100% fell for Hera’s misdirect the first time I listened to this and I don’t know it that’s because Hera’s good or because I’m gullible

“When in doubt, whip it out. "It” being hydrochloric acid.”

#wolf 359 #wolf359 #w359 #wolf 359 relisten #little revolución #nellied reviews #shorter this time #because comedy episode #but hey #also #I want to listen to Night on the Bare Mountain now #just blast it really loud

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synoviid · 5 years

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opinions on dirkuu + dirkhal + dirkjake go

okay this is about to be HELLA LONG

dirkjake: tired, I low-key understand the appeal but Jake as a character ain't for me so. dirkjake is just. a cycle of eugh. I like them as friends and I actually love delving into Jake's character bc he's a lot deeper than people give him credit for (and a hell of a lot funnier too) but like. eh, it's okay, it's mainly angsty and I'm getting tired of it but I can see exactly why people advocate for it.

dirkhal: this is some weird sort of selfcest/incest thing sorry I'm not gonna fucking touch it bc Hal only works as the antagonist to Dirk's story and they care abt each other but no. they're not the same person obviously but dirk is. his creator as well as a bunch of weird connotations so hell no I'm all set

dirkcal (I think that's the opposite ship) ONLY good if it's dirkcaljake to parallel janecalliroxy and even then it's bland and its more of caliborn screaming slurs at Dirk. humanstuck caliborn would be white and still call Dirk the nword. it lacks the appeal of janecalliroxy but it's funny bc all three of them are clowns.

now. NOW. I am going to talk about the best Dirk ship. dirkjohn. now, I know. I know it's a rarepair. they don't interact much in canon, but take a moment to open your eyes and think critically about these two. Dirk is tired. that's it, he's tired and gay and he can't date anyone else bc they fucking kicked the bucket or are just. no. john however. this fake weeb who looks too much like Jake but will not hesitate to call out his bullshit. Dirk and John post-sburb are both depressed as hell and dealing with major trauma (everyone is but John's hits hardest having never dealt) so john takes this opportunity to take care of dirk and get to know his best friends beloved bro. john loves helping people, he loves being useful, Dirk is isolating. john gets to take care of dirk because taking care of someone else is so much easier than dealing with your own issues. ship time, they get close and Bam it's time to question heterosexuality. anyways this post basically turned into me ranting about how dirkjohn is the only good ship but it's true so anyways.

#chatter #dirkjohn #need to find this later #anyways stan dirkjohn

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botan-shirabuki · 4 years

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Soi and Mitsuhide SFW/NSFW headcanons 😭💖

I would get hit by a bus for these two. They don't have to be in danger or anything, just in general.

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-They're generally very well liked by the people in town, so when word got out that they were together, most people were so happy for them. Soi's favorite grocer even gave her a congratulatory discount the day they found out. Soi gets embarrassed by all the attention, but Mitsuhide takes it in stride. After all, when you've got It...you've Got It.

-Soi is a total geek-ass dweeb nerd about food. Like, yeah duh, she's a chef but it goes deeper than that. She reads so much about food and how recipes work that she can list trivia off the top of her head. Whenever her and Mitsuhide eat together, she'll usually begin each meal with some Fun Facts™ about what they're eating. Mitsuhide is so wholly enamoured with everything she tells him so he just sits and listens intently. If he asks her a really good question she goes !!!!! And she starts to go off on a tangent. He has to remind her that they're about to eat sometimes so the food doesn't go cold.

-Mitsuhide kept his love for cats from her for quite a while. "I wanted you to have sex with me." When she found out, she started feeding stray cats along with him. Her cat voice is nowhere near the level of his, but she tries her best. She actually used to be low-key scared of cats after she saw one maul a rabbit when she was younger, but seeing a herd of them around Mitsuhide being cute and fuzzy and meowing helped her get over that.

-Once they get to Sakamoto, they got the opportunity to foster a mother cat who had an injured leg and her kittens back to good health. It was a really hectic time in the castle because the kittens ended up being pretty energetic and many of their retainers ended up chasing them all around. But everyone in the castle grew so attatched to them so some of their retainers and maids ended up taking the kittens home themselves once they were old enough. Soi and Mitsuhide kept the mother and one of the kittens themselves until [DATA EXPUNGED]

-Speaking of the cats, Soi gets to hear all of his corny jokes that they do. Sometimes he'll feed the cats alone so he can practice getting the punchline right before he tries them on her. The thing is, Soi finds the way that he tells the joke funnier than the joke itself. If he finds a joke particularly funny and no one else is around, he'll be chuckling to himself and then he'll stop. And then he'll think about it and start laughing again. And then he'll get her attention; so she turns around, trying to act like she hasn't heard him snickering to himself, and asks him what is it. He proceeds to tell her a joke that she's heard before (maybe even delivered better) but the way he's clearly trying so hard not to crack up and ruin it makes her double over every time. Mitsuhide assumes he killed that shit and they both laugh together. Everyone wins!

-he loves playing with her hair. It's so soft and is such a pretty color when it catches the sunlight. He often runs his fingers through it and will tuck it behind her ears and set it back in its place when it gets messed up by the wind or Inuchiyo. Sometimes if they're sitting outside together he'll start braiding it, though it usually unravels. He can only imagine what it was like when it was long.

-They end each day by talking to each other about how their days went over tea and snacks. It's such a nice stress relief for the two of them and a guaranteed way for them to spend time with each other no matter how eventful their days are.

-Soi has the STRONGEST legs from how good she's gotten at jumping to conclusions. She doesn't mean to, but Mitsuhide means so much to her that her mind tends to go all over the place when he leaves any questions unanswered. Mitsuhide has no problem answering them when she confronts him though. He thinks she's cute when she realizes she was being overdramatic.

-It's a whole part-time job keeping Soi out of danger, whether it's holding her up when she trips on something, or keeping her from throwing a gourd full of deer piss at some scoundrels while they're visiting the capital. Soi gets very embarrassed and frustrated by him always needing to save her or stop her bc she doesn't want him to think of her as less than, or as a child he needs to babysit. Of course, Mitsuhide doesn't mind. Though he often looks exasperated or stressed out by these situations, he admires how impulsive she is. He doesn't want to see her hurt, of course, but that look of self-righteous determination she gets before she does something without thinking is one of his favorites.

-Soi is a very Sensitive Soul, but she tends to hold in her emotions. They've had to really work on communicating properly so that they don't get hung up on minor misunderstandings. Especially after Mitsuhide absolutely slam dunked on Soi's feelings for him. And when she was down, he proceeded to stomp on them, steam roll them, panini press them, tap dance and then finally crip walk on them. She's still not over that so they're working through it. Mitsuhide takes extra care not to hurt her anymore than that, because nothing ruined him like the look on her face at that teahouse 😔

NSFW

-They're both the most stressed people you'll ever meet (Mitsuhide from work and Soi from raw, unfiltered neurosis) and they've become each other's favorite form of stress relief. Those aforementioned nightly visits often escalate very quickly.

-Growing up, Soi never had an actual idea of what sex was. She knew it was something that couples did and that it was a section of the bookstore she wasn't allowed in. So at first, she was very hesitant to do anything too crazy with him even though they were a couple so in theory it was okay, but she didn't know what it would lead to or what the end goal was, if not a baby. But then Mitsuhide made her cum for the first time and she was like "OH THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING OUT ON!!!!!" And she's been a bust down ever since.

-They both dedicate themselves to being the perfect lover. Soi has finally steeled herself to go into the forbidden section of the bookstore and pick up relevant editions of The Lover's Guide. She's that girl who practices facial expressions and flattering positions in the mirror. Mitsuhide also reads All The Books. He's learned not to take advice from Nobunaga, Katsuie, or Hideyoshi because none of their tips are really His Style™. He also often finds himself thinking about how he can use his training to better his performance.

-They both masturbate (also, Mitsuhide taught her how to touch herself) during long bouts where they don't get to see each other. When they finally get to see each other again they're both really bashful, but Soi will end up blurting out that she thought about him while she did and then she'll kick herself for letting that slip out because she doesn't want to come across as desperate. But after a moment, he'll be like "Oh good, I thought of you too!"

-They're very sexually intense people. The sheer level of smoulder between them is INSANE. It's like when they're intimate, it's as if there aren't enough things they can do to show how much they love each other. It isn't enough to just fuck her through the floor. It isn't enough to leave her covered in hickeys and bruises. Soi likes to feel like he's trying to murder her with his dick. She also tends to cry when it's that good, but it's never from sadness. Mitsuhide has learned to just keep fucking her through it until she's nice and sated again 😌

-While Soi does like it rough, she doesn't want him to say anything degrading or mean. Mitsuhide will tell her she's beautiful after he slaps her. Or he'll tell her how good of a job she's doing while he fucks her face. Positive reinforcement is key :) Also, he never leaves any orifices sore because he's learned the RIGHT way to do all this. And he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her in a way that was truly unpleasant.

-Mitsuhide never speaks a single word about what they do to anyone in the castle. He would never put her on blast like that bc it's corny. However, Soi does have Oichi and a few maids that she's close with that she confides in. She intended to keep it secret too, but of course she went and accidentally implied that she likes auto-erotic asphyxiation so the cat was out of the bag. As far as she's concerned, her business is safe with them, though.

-Ever since she has become Aware, Soi has become a royal tease. Nothing too dramatic, she just knows what looks to give him and how to move while she serves Lord Nobunaga's dessert to make his resolve and self control go *Roman Holiday noises*. He gets her back every time without fail.

-They aren't exhibitionists, but they do often end up fucking in risky public/semi-public places (i.e., that dungeon, on the veranda, in an alley at night, on a balcony, in an empty room in the middle of the day......if you fuck on the shores of Lake Biwa and nobody is around, did it really happen?)

-Mitsuhide is a switch, and they've toyed with the idea of changing things up, but Soi would want nothing more than to give him the equal amount of pleasure that he gives her, and she doesn't trust her physical ability to do so. She's also not that good with rope and dildos are intimidating. They've decided that it's best to let her lead the way and tell him exactly what she wants (which btw, took her SO LONG to be able to do bc she's got so many hang ups lol). It's really helped her figure out what she really wants and likes. And although she usually just ends up requesting that he manhandles her anyway, it's reassuring to both of them that she chose for it to be that way.

#my writing #slbp mitsuhide #MC: Soi #headcanons #long post

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laylainalaska · 5 years

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Good Omens TV

So I watched the Good Omens TV adaptation, and my reaction was decidedly mixed. Parts of it worked for me, and parts really didn’t. If you loved every minute of it, there may be squee harshing under the readmore, but I really did love parts of it! So YMMV.

FWIW, I haven’t read the book in a really long time, and had actually forgotten a lot of the specifics of the book plot, which was a good way to watch the miniseries! So a lot of the plot was effectively new to me, while I also remembered it as it went along from the book, and that was really fun. I actually thought some of the scenes were new for the movie and then rediscovered that they actually were in the book, it’s just that I never paid much attention to anything going on with Newt and Anathema and most of what happened with the kids. Oops. >_> (I actually found the kids’ scenes a lot more engaging in the movie than in the book. The child actors were really fun.)

I guess I’ll just get what I didn’t like out of the way first -- the way the entire series was filmed and acted in such an OTT, stage-acting kind of way was really, really not my thing. This is entirely down to personal taste because it’s not like I can say it’s out of keeping with the book, but I think the version of the book in my head had a lot more ... gravitas? solemnity? It’s hard to say -- whatever that quality is, this adaptation didn’t have nearly enough of it, and I found parts of it so cringey that I had to look away (e.g. the possession scene with Madame Tracy). And I think this largely comes down to the book being more dramatic and less silly in my head, which I was never going to get from an adaptation, so that’s fair enough.

But even leaving aside what it did to the gravitas of the show/book, the humor, I felt, was also undermined by the extreme hamminess of the acting, as well as by the adaptation’s need to explain the jokes or hold up a big sign saying THIS IS FUNNY. It would’ve been more genuinely funny if it had been underplayed a bit. Some of the jokes still land really well, usually the ones that are delivered in deadpan or not actually explained. The book is so funny in large part because the humor is so downplayed.

But the over-explaining ... it’s things like, for example, the scene with Agnes’s skirts blowing up everyone was darkly funny all on its own; it didn’t need an immediate explanation in the narration that there was dynamite in her skirts. It worked great in the books because you couldn’t see it, but the explanation becomes redundant and just feels like we’re getting the joke explained. Or the bit with the unicorns running around in the background in the Noah’s Ark scene, which is a lot funnier when you just notice them on your own and it’s this low-key silly thing happening behind the characters, but gets a lot less funny once the characters notice them and start pointing out the unicorns running away. It wasn’t just one or two instances; a lot of the humor in the movie was like that. I was rereading bits of the book last night and noticing all over again that I really prefer the book’s style of deadpan, underplayed humor.

And since I’m being salty anyway, I gotta say, I am going to be forever salty, or at least baffled, that my very favorite scene from the book isn’t in the movie -- baffled, in large part, because it’s an important scene and a very cinematic scene, and they just ... didn’t do it? It’s the bit during the climax when Crowley and Aziraphale are just like “fuck it” and spread their wings and prepare to throw themselves at the Powers That Be of heaven and hell even though they’re certainly gonna die. I mean, it was kind of in there, but they took that doomed-last-stand image that I loved and instead had a scene with the two of them coaxing Adam into changing things. The wing-spreading scene and the sword flaming up were just so dramatic in the book, and maybe it was more dramatic in my head than it could ever have been in the movie, and I guess the entire “willing to die for their cause” aspect is already implied by everything Aziraphale and Crowley have done up to that point, but damn it, I wanted that.

Okay, so you’re probably wondering now what I actually liked about it, but the answer is, quite a lot! I appreciate that it was such a close and faithful adaptation of the book; sure, they left out a few things, and some of the ways they imagined it into life were not at all how I’ve imagined it all these years, but that’s not the fault of the adaptation. I still feel like Sheen and Tennant’s Aziraphale and Crowley are not quite my Aziraphale and Crowley, but I was way more sold on them than I expected to be, and in particular, Tennant’s Crowley, while not precisely book Crowley (rereading the book last night reminded me how much more low-key he typically is), is a really delightful Crowley. I still think I might prefer the book’s more buttoned-down Crowley, but I ended up appreciating them both a lot in different ways, and particularly loved how much emotion and conflictedness TV!Crowley has with his relationship with Hell and falling and Aziraphale and generally being a decent person doing demon things. I think a lot of what’s there subtextually in book!Crowley is right out in the open in TV!Crowley, which goes along with the TV version being a lot less subtle in general, but this is one of the places where it really worked for me.

And just in general, getting so much more with Aziraphale and Crowley, so many new scenes actually written by their (co)creator was absolutely delightful. It really felt like getting, if not a whole new novel, then at least a new novella or a series of short stories about them, focused on them and their relationship in the best possible way. I think knowing the adaptation was written by Gaiman made a lot of difference here, because things like Crowley calling Aziraphale his best friend, and his utter distress and misery when he thinks Aziraphale is dead (and it’s not even dead dead, just gone and on the opposite side), is an extra gut-punch because of knowing that this isn’t just someone running off with it in filmed fanfic; this feels like the actual characters doing it, part of the bookverse creator’s view of their relationship, and that does matter to me. “You killed my best friend” - I just never would have thought we’d ever get that much emotion between them, and it kills me in the best way.

The new stuff at the end was also extra delightful because of that same “this could potentially be book canon and not just TV canon” feeling, and because it was new, so I didn’t know where it was going, and then the trickster-ish swap was so good.

I also remember reading beforehand that Sheen had said he tried to play Aziraphale being in love with Crowley, and I, er, wasn’t expecting it to be so obvious. The fact that he absolutely loves and adores Crowley is vividly clear in every scene they’re in, even if his words are saying something entirely different.

I mean, I had my problems with the adaptation and they were significant ones, but the entire thing was basically a big ginormous love letter to Aziraphale and Crowley and the fact that, whatever form that love might take, they absolutely love the hell (and heaven) out of each other. That aspect was not only not downplayed in the adaptation, it was absolutely its core and its heart. And whatever problems I had with how it was done, at the end of the day I got my live-action Aziraphale and Crowley Show that I’ve wanted for 20 years, and it made me feel really good and rekindled my affection for them in the best way.

#good omens

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charityhopevalentines · 5 years

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A Long Overdue Review of “My Fair Lady”

-i saw her just a little after Laura had had a cold and I was BEYOND THRILLED when I saw she was going on that night!

-can i just say how much i ADORED hearing an actual overture at the beginning of a show?! like an actual overture made up of several songs from the show? bring overtures back!

-laura is really brilliant and breathes new life into eliza. she humanizes the character and makes her more than the of a caricature guttersnipe she is supposed to be even from the beginning. Everything Eliza does is with the thoughtful intention of becoming a lady and honestly her acting is just superb.it is honest. It possesses an intelligence and gravity I’ve never seen before in the character.

-you could really see the desire for more in her eyes especially during “Wouldnt it be loverly” which was basically choreographed like the movie

-her cockney accent was okay. I mean I didnt really expect it to be perfect and it surprisingly didnt bother me that much (being the Julie Andrews purist that I am). I thought her high class accent was better though, however in her dramatic final scene it did come and go a little with the heightened emotion but honestly it really didn’t hinder her performance for me.

-Her “aaaooowwws” were more low key but probably more realistic and not as caricaturish.

-you really felt Eliza’s exhaustion and frustration with everything Higgins was doing(but it a very realistic way), which made him look like a far worse character than he has been portrayed as in the past, and rightly so I would say because it exposes him.

-HER VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I mean wowww. I’ve heard her sing many times from Gypsy and Women on the Verge but she was never really required to sing the way she does in this and it sounded very operatic with lots of vibrato and it was magical. I don't know why I was so delightfully surprised, I knew she had a great voice before but it felt like yesss this is the show you needed to show off your instrument. “I Could’ve Danced All Night” was absolutely a dream and I will never forget it.

-the rotating set was super cool(only used for higgin’s house: library(two stories with couch, spiral metal staircase, desk, wooded banister, chair obs books, hallway with wood staircase, bathroom with shower for that one scene, and a small outside area which wasnt used) it was beautifullll omggg. also as it was turning laura would do quickchanges and I was so impressed with how she did what looked like were really complicated changes in a very short amount of time

- Harry Hadden-Paton, who played Higgins was really great and I feel like he has gotten even better from the first time I saw him in August. He grew into the role and was much funnier and energized than before (maybe because of Laura?) He did a great Rex Harrison-esque voice and sang the songs very well but it made me a little sad because for an actor who can actually sing it must be a rather limiting role and Harrison’s shadow is cast in such a way that he feels the need to imitate him because I guess thats what they think we expect but I feel like the audience would’ve been fine with just an average higher class english accent but I enjoyed it.

- the man who played her father was good but I didnt find him super likeable and I think he’s supposed the kind of character who isnt really the best morally but is so charismatic you have to like him?? but it was ok

-during the ball scene there was a grand staircase at stage left which made for super lovely entrances as you can imagine. the orchestra was onstage during the ball and it was soooo cool to see them actually playing the music as people danced to it. I dont know why it struck me as so special because we all know shows have orchestras but they became characters in the show for a while “musicians” playing “musicians” and I thought it was special. like we don’t think about it often but we take the fact that there is a live orchestra for granted yet we never really see them. also the scene was so beautiful! there were gorgeous chandeliers and it was very stylized yet simple. all of the dancing and waltzing was so romantic and it was just beautiful honestly. also laura looked stunning but i think they could’ve picked an even better color for her because it was off-white and i wasnt absolutely in love with it.

-SHE IS SO FREAKING HILARIOUS *which we already knew* but just the little things she did were so fing hysterical. The scene where she's talking to Higgin’s mother and other high class people at the races was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. When she was saying “how do you do” to everyone she copied their vocal pattern for how they said it, which was different every time and when she got to Freddy he didn't say it so she mouthed “how do you do” and then looked panicky at Higgins like “wtf do i do?” The scene with the fire and saying “hah” to make the flame jump was so funny because once she got it she was like “hah, hah-hah, hah-hah-hah-hah-hah. hah-hah-hah-hah-hah..etc” and was moving back and forth with each hah in her chair and I died. There were a lot of other little things that were super funny too.

-i feel like the move your bloomin arse line isnt even funny anymore because everyone knows its coming-but is it supposed to be funny?

-get me to the church on time was one of the most energized and fun parts of the show i mean it was really ALIVE and it made you want to get up and dance. It really had the feel of a lot of drunk friends together having a big party at a london pub and there was a lot of dancing and DRAG! there were men dressed as showgirls and one as a bride and a woman in a tuxedo and it was obviously for comedic effect but yass! It was one of the highlights of the show!

-Laura’s “Show Me” didnt really work as well as I thought it would. I saw the understudy Freddy so maybe that’s why but I feel like moments they tried to make comedic really didn’t sit as well with the audience as they would’ve liked. I think it needed more rage? and i wasnt really feeling the release of frustration?? which is ironic because she was so good at conveying it before?? but maybe she was saving it for the last big scene (she wore a pink outfit which looked sooo beautiful on her though omg it was like baby pink-i loved that color on her)

-on the street where you live was classic and beautiful and just as romantic as we all imagine it to be and the background of a pinkish/purple sky really added to the mood.

-their dynamic(her and higgins) was very equal and they were clearly on the same plane the entire time because of the similarity in their ages(which made their relationship in the end a lot better I think and not creepy like in the past imo) as well as Laura’s interpretation of the character which showed she was just as emotionally and mentally intelligent, except she really didn’t come into her own and realize this until the scene at the end which was soooo satisfyinggg.

-HER ACTING IN THE SCENE WHERE SHE REALIZES SHE DOESNT NEED HIGGINS WAS SUPERB. it had the same strength and power of the dressing room scene at the end of gypsy and i was blown away.

-i really liked the feminist ending where after he says “where the devil are my slippers” she runs into the audience and up the stairs out of the theatre (its an amphitheater) like she has finally found love but doesn’t depend on that and has finally found herself and that is the most important thing. (also she run up the side closest to me and i freaked out realizing she got that close i was like AHHH!)

-I LOVED THE SHOW! It was better than the first time I saw it! It totally lived up to the original production while not being an exact copy and I am so glad I got a second chance to see it! Brava Laura! Im so glad I got to see her in her dream role!

#Laura Benanti #broadway #my fair lady #lerner and loewe #theatre #musical theatre #classic #musicals #review

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np-c · 6 years

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Fanon as canon

(sry for bad writing, that’s gonna be some gramatic wrong shit but i NEED to say this -aahhh this is hard, sorry)

That’s not a message to antis (fuck them) but massage to pro-shippers. In our fandom we have some weird shit that we all agreed is canon? Its all because bakudeku started as enemies..? rivals? definetly not friends? Because Bakugo told Deku to go to kill himself.

That was a first episode; we didn’t know a shit except we need to protect Izuku at all costs bc he’s so adorable and just need protection. But then there is started some weird west shit where people completly ignoring what’s going on on the screen cuz no one noticed Izuku’s reaction on these words.

Well, you see, I came in fandom after wonderful villain!deku au’s and now i think its the dumbest thing fandom ever made so i was low-key shipping bakudeku. And one of the reasons why i started to watch this show was ‘cuz I wanted to see how really abusive this ship is. I wanted a proof. For my favorite kind fo AU and for my probably OTP.

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But then I finally saw that scene, goddamn I laughed so fucking hard OMG. Pls rewatch it, PLEASE REWATCH IT WITH YOUR OPENED EYES.

Was it just me or Izuku’s first reaction was a desire to say “well fuck you too”???

Was he upset? Obviously, his notebook was thrown into window. But what else? He was angry. He wasn’t scared before Katsuki glared at him. He wasn’t crying (his usual reaction at everything). After that, he just said that Katchan was stupid to say that.

That was the moment when villain!deku died to me. But so did a big part of bakudeku fandom cuz they are so good people who can’t do anything wrong so when they do, they need to apologise и этот момент во всех фанфиках написан как по методичке And so need Bakugo BECAUSE HE BULLIED MIDORIYA FOR TEN YEARS or something like that apparently (funny thing but i figured that russian just doesn’t have an equal translation; well we have a lot of childish nouns and a lot of verbs so we can translate ‘he was bullied’ but we can’t translate ‘that guy is bully’ without it sounded stupid and childish THE FUNNIER THING: the closiest that i heard used is ‘provoker’ :D i just found that very hillarious dontmindme)

Well, the question is: was Midoriya really get bullied? I saw enough animes to think it was not the case. Or it was nothing really serious and just words. And look me in the eyes and tell me that this guy gave fuck about what people told him. Especially in middle school. He was one with his dreams against the world, even against his own mother (and i need to write another post why i hate Inko Midoriya and probably why I’ll never be accepted in your world of saints). He was quirkless and people laughed at his dreams. His mother didn’t believe in him. But Katsuki? He just wanted get rid of him.

Big bad Katsuki, right? Because you never ever in your lives met people who you thought was weird, who made you feel weird. That could be your friends sometimes or your friend’s friend or just that one classmate - you have never been in such a situation, right? I’m not saying his actions are fine - nah, he was an asshole kid, but i can understand why. Actually, if you read manga, it was said literally: Katsuki doesn’t see a problem in a bit of violence. He was raised that way, he’s angry kid, with not so family-friendly quirk (probably). But he knows when to step back, he follows rules, he’s a good student and he wouldn’t let his ‘friends’ smoke nearby bc he doesn’t want to get into trouble. His dreams (plans) are too big, he works so hard for them to happen. He might be an asshole but he’s responsible asshole за то и любим

So, some stupid kid who thinks he’s better then Katsuki (btw go rewatch their first fight but without this ‘we need to protect Deku’ bullshit in your mind and listen to their dialog - it’s a gold of comedy misunderstandings honestly) that kid thinks that he’s, being a loser (he WAS loser, smart ofc but still yeah it’s not good call him that but ffs), quirkless, can achive something for what Katsuki worked so hard. Most of you would’ve hate this kid too, don’t lie to yourselves.

But would he risk his dreams to hurt him?

Yeah, there’re moments from times when they were what? four? that frame where ‘he became bad after he got his quirk’? i honestly think it was a plothole but just imho :D Asshole violent little brat but i really would’ve love to know the whole story bc wtf. It’s probably my problem after being here too long so i automatically looking for bad things and it’s not like kids never fight. I don’t believe it was something drastically and IT IS the most drastic thing that i found in their history.

And after all... intresting point: Deku still thinks that Katsuki is amazing (even when he’s an asshole) and don’t you fucking dare call him a masochist ‘cuz he’s not. He would fight him.

He wanted to fight him when Katchan said that stupid thing (that you all so love to overthink). He fought him when they were little. He fought him in villain vs heroes lesson without that much of a second thought. Yeah, he’s nervous around him at first bc Katsuki is loud and literally explosive and yeah, from that all you can think he’s scared of him, but is he? Izuku is nervous kid in general. He always was just a nobody for his classmates and it’s not like he was naturally talanted at anything (quite opposite) and his only parental figure is Inko (she’s wonderful woman, okay? but not the greatest mother and also nervous wreck). It was his first days in UA, Class 1-A was just introduced, we didn’t know anybody, and it’s some new test already - ofc he would be nervious.

So, anyway, if Katsuki didn’t abuse him physically, he obviously did that emotionally bc... we need a scape goat and we already hate Bakugo and he told Izuku to kill himself so that’s enough. Or bc he’s the only guy from Izuku’s chilhood who’s name we know, so we can blame him - he’s important to story, right? probably bc every story need an almost-villain so we can hate him altogether. Or maybe bc it was not Bakugo, but a whole atmosphere: his classmates, teachers, his ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ mother. First of all, probably genes.

Second of all, ask yourself a question: can one stupid Izuku’s words Bakugo Katsuki break Midoriya Izuku? To the point where we call that’s a trauma, where Katsuki’s usual harsh vocabulary becomes a crime, where we write suicidal fanfics and they don’t sound stupid?

Except they does because Izuku isn’t suicidal, not even fucking close. He doesn’t have a trauma. He is just a nervous kid and - actually - he isn’t fucking weak (strong in spirit or smth like that). Funny thing: when i first watch their exam right before summer camp arc, when they started talking that great speak about impassable wall, I actually thought that can be said about Izuku :D He’s not easy to break and he easily ignores people’s opinions when he needs. He’s self-destractive, not suicidal. Different things, guys. I’m pretty sure even if he did thought about that ‘way out’, he never made this an option. Yeah, you actually can seriosly consider this as your ‘way out’ and then think that nope, not for you.

So, after all this FUCKING TEXT WALL OMYGOD, let’s get back to the point that I didn’t even stated in first place.

Why Katsuki need to apologise?

I’m sure at some point Katsuki hated Deku (bc Deku looked down at him whatever it was or wasn’t thruth - for Katsuki it was) and at some point Deku couldn’t leave him alone. He called him names (name ‘Deku’ was made before Deku happened to be quirkless, some people forget about that), but so did everyone and don’t make Katsuki the most evil one - unlike most, he had reasons and he’s an angry kid and Izuku was a bad guy in Katsuki’s story who wanted to destroy him while hiding behind his innocence smile - what a fucking story with a plot-twist it could’ve been, if it was Katsuki’s POV-

Katsuki didn’t ruin Izuku’s life, not even close. You can say, he ruined his childhood, but I would risk to say that was mutual (Greetings, Inferiority Complex!). Really, can I start to say that Izuku need to apologise to Katsuki bc he didn’t even try to understant his friend?

So, Bakugo is a bully bc we never saw an angry teenager and bc Izuku is innocent and it’s just them two in the world and Izuku is the only one who was hurt no, really, no jokes here, I think Katsuki is a lot more emotionally damaged then Izuku ever was and because we have a really dumb headcanons that we forgot were just our thought ебаное сло��о, вечно забываю как пишется and interpretations.

So we agreed that Katsuki beat Izuku bc he was quirkless and helpless (seems like EXACTLY THE REASON WHY HE WOULD DO THIS R I G H T) and called him names (definitely not bc he felt threatened by someone who’s supposed to be just a nobody).

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Okay, that sounds bad so I rephrase it:

Why Katsuki should apologise to someone who he saw as a threat when he for so much reasons shouldn’t?

Not so simple anymore, hah?

Can sound dumb but ambivalent feelings is a thing. And that’s the only reason I can find to explain why Katsuki was the only one of the whole class who didn’t laughed when they’ve been told Deku’s trying get into UA. Because shitty nerd had a chance? Because shitty nerd thought that he stand the same ground as Bakugo and it wasn’t funny anymore? Because stop looking down at me?

Bakugo Katsuki is the best fucking character I’ve ever met. He’s so real. So complex.

And when you picture him as a bully or just a bad guy or abusive, you’re killing him as a character. I don’t like saying that 16y.o. are just kids, but he is AND he’s trying his best. He doesn’t understand all things and he has never met a proper rivals before and he’s definitely not a social person (and nope, you can’t change a character so deal with it and learn to see through this). And let him learn.

He may or may not look back one day and see what a little piece of shit he was, but I don’t think he would say something. He’s a man of action after all.

And I definitely think that would be unnecessary and would look forced bc Izuku doesn’t need this. Izuku isn’t a victim, and when you picture him as one, you’re killing him as a character.

(it should’ve been ended right after ‘OMG TEXT WALL’ but here we fucking are; does someone read this?

i really hope this shit is readable; if not, it’s not about my shitty english that much, but my writing, ehh)

You have headcanons - good. You figured them in a way to fill a gap in the story - great. But for the love of characters, don’t fucking pretend them to be a canon.

But really, is it just me or does first chapter look weird? It’s fctually just funny how so many people seems stuck in FIRST CHAPTER when we are close to second hundred. I’m not saying ‘heeeey character development’. I’m asking: is first chapter a really good reason to make assumptions?

#bakudeku #bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #my shitty inglish #SEVEN HOURS OF MY LIFE TO THIS SHIT wooooow #its not even readable is it #i'm d o n e #just my disorganised thoughts tho

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