#OCTOBER GET YO FALL ASS HERE

[radicheart]

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October 1st, 2023

Alastor won’t admit it out loud, but he’s nervous. It’s been a long time since he last did a big performance like this – and with how his listener base has been dwindling over the past couple decades, along with the fact that this is not usually the genre of song he performs, he isn’t sure how well it will be received.

Even if it’s not, he is going to have FUN with it – and to him, that almost matters more than his fanbase.

“Ladies and gentleman!” That’s the owner of this establishment making the announcement that heralds his arrival. “We have a SPECIAL GUEST tonight! It is the honor of Club Inferno to introduce to you the man that no doubt led to a lot of you coming tonight! Without any further ado, here’s the Radio Demon himself: ALASTOR!”

The reaction is mixed, from what he can hear through the curtain. There’s a lot of clapping, even some cheering. He hears a few scattered boos; probably people he’s personally offended over the years. He isn’t offended, though. Actually, the fact that they’re still here listening to him despite whatever grudges they might have is amusing to him.

Their asses are already in their seats.  That speaks louder than their protests.

The music starts. It’s soft, but it steadily gets louder as it leads up to him truly beginning his performance. He’s pulling out all the stops for this, and that’s made manifest by how several of his shades seep out of the stage floor to start him off, with their ethereal voices adding to the fog rolling over the floorboards.

♪ Po-wer…and con-trol! ♫

As the shadows stretch and curl at the back end of the stage, Alastor himself rises from the shadows still on the floor, arms currently tucked behind his back as only his glowing red eyes and glinting golden smile are visible in the dark. And as their line closes out, he chuckles in sync with the music – and then, all at once, the rest of his form becomes visible as he takes over: dressed in a bright red suit, making him stand out as the star of the show. The same shade of crimson makes up the jacket with twin tails that reach his knees, vest, bowtie, and pants of his ensemble. The only pieces of his outfit that aren’t red are his shirt (white), the buttons on his vest (gold), and the chain clipped to his lapel and jacket pocket (also gold). The chain is connected to his lapel by a small pair of molded gold antlers, furthering his deer motif. As always, he’s wearing his gold-rimmed, red-lensed glasses, and the six points of his antlers are tipped with small gold caps, as well as connected together with slender gold chains. His shoes, specially tailored for his hooved feet and clicking pleasantly against the stage as he moves across it, are white and red spectators.

He really went all out this time.

Alastor’s velvety smooth voice rings out, louder than that of the shades still hovering behind him. It seems they will be his accompaniment this evening.

♪ Give a little, get a lot; That’s just how you are with lo-o-ove! ♫

The shadows take over from behind:

♪ Give a little, get a lot… ♫

And they continue as Alastor joins back in:

♪ Yeah, you may be good lookin’, But you’re not a piece of art! ♫

The music – hey, where IS it coming from? – kicks up the volume for the chorus, and Alastor sings it solo while snapping his fingers, spinning, and walking towards the crowd in sync with the beat.

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

He stops at the very edge of the stage, his legs spread and tips of his shoes touching the barrier between standing and falling right off into the crowd below, and he opens his arms wide.

♪ Women and men, we are the same… ♫

He clutches his right hand against the left side of his chest.

♪ …but love will always be a game! ♫

That same hand thrusts out over the crowd, fingers splayed, before reeling back in to once again clutch his chest.

♪ We give and take a little more; ♫

Now both hands are reaching out to pull at an invisible rope.

♪ Eternal game of tug and waaaaaar! ♫

His legs come back together so his heels can touch as he props his right hand on his hip and cocks it out. The other arm hangs down by his side until the final word of the first line, where he holds it up to point its index at his temple, and then the second line, where it grips at the same side of his chest before closing into a fist against it to emphasize his point.

♪ Think you’re funny, think you’re sma-art; Think you’re gonna break my he-e-eart! ♫

The shadows chime back in:

♪ Think you’re funny, think you’re smart… Yeah, you may be good lookin’, But you’re not a piece of art! ♫

Alastor summons his microphone staff, twirls it for flair, and taps it down loudly against the stage before the chorus kicks back in. He walks in sync with the rhythm along the very edge of the right hand side of the stage, eventually kneeling down and clutching at his staff with the right hand while the left gestures out, palm down and fingers splayed, over the crowd during the final line. 

(Someone tries to grab his hand. He avoids them by drawing it back and clenching it into another fist, again in perfect tempo.)

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

He zips back to his original position at the front edge and center of the stage, tapping his right foot along to the beat as he looks left and right alternatingly with each line. The third line has him idly inspecting the claw-like nails on his left hand, its fingers curled down into his palm, and the fourth has that hand flipping around to put its palm outwards as he sings it.

♪ Women and men, we are the same, But love will always be a game! A human vulnerability Doesn’t mean that I am we-e-eak! ♫

Alastor spins around in a full circle once before letting himself fall to the right. One of his shades catches him before he can hit the floor, but he’s still closing his eyes and draping his left arm dramatically over his forehead as he carries on singing into his staff.

♪ That I-I am we-eak! I-I am we-eeeeak! That I-I am we-eak! I-I am we-eeeeak, we-eeeeak! ♫

The shade that caught its master quickly positions them so it can take his hands and swing them both ‘round, its voice (along with the other shades) providing accompaniment as he carries on.

♪ (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-e-e-e-e-eak! ♫

Alastor is thrown back up so he can land on his feet and belt out the last couple choruses; first while leaning back and holding his staff close to his grin, then leaning back forward and over, hand still cupping the microphone part of his staff as he taps his left foot to the tempo.

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all!  Women and men, we are the same, But love will always be a game! We give and take a little more; Eternal game of tug and waaaaaar! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

There’s no stage beyond where he’s standing, but that doesn’t stop him from making more stage: creating portals in the floor in a line in front of him so large black tentacles can sprout up and curl downward to act as stepping stones to let Alastor walk out into the crowd. 

Do people fall into those portals? He isn’t sure. He doesn’t care. It’s all in the name of his performance. If anything, it adds to the slowly sharpening grin and brightly glowing eyes as he walks into the darkness and sings out the last line of the song.

♪ I’m gonna maa-aa-aake yo-ou faaaall! We give and take a little moooore! ‘Cause all my life I’ve been con-trolled. You can’t have peace without a waaaar! ♫

As Alastor chuckles in sync and turns back around to return to the stage, staff dismissed and arms folded neatly behind his back, his shades close him out:

♪ Without a waaaar! Without a waaaar! ♫

The music tapers off after a few more notes, and Alastor – along with his shades – vanish in a flash of brilliant green magic after he snaps his fingers.

Overall? He’s proud of that little number.

[xaviergalatis]

Xavier's Rap phrases

XD'

Fuck around give you my last name

Draco fire

You ain't got mineuts in your phone then you inlove with me

No condom

For the money im a savage

I got a play on my phone

watch me get this money nigga

tired of being hungry nigga

I'm out here popping ollie's switch

this the start of it

bitch I'm high as fuck I can't even roll my weed

there

I'm in the hills

I keep a FN57 and a G Tuck

told my bad bitch let the camera man hit for me

I go 200 and I crash out

love to beat that till it creame up

you see us scorin'

V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'

Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger

Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm, drippin'

space ghost coast to coast

ride around with a kill tec

he got shot he ain't get back

I got a whole lot of money coming in

ran off on the plug

Justin Bieber

I need a bitch with a real butt

jugg

I gotta know who you fucked in ths room

codine and a lot of cups

niggas think o can o broke

I can not go broke nigga

Xanny, help the pain, yeah

Please, Xanny, make it go away

know I'm misunderstanding

cuz skin complexion

free my nigga out of that jail

every other night another dollar getting made it

goddamn it

hot sauce

balling

Fast car, NASCAR

bag on fire

you gone fuck around and drowned of this wave

every other night another movie getting made

I spend in the club what you have in the bank

hate

my AP going psycho

had so many bottles gave ugly girl a sip

I'm in the Lambo I'm on my way

my money thick I'll never fold

can't really trust nobody with all this Jewelry on me

take you to the smoke shop we gone get high

got the racks and they all C-Notes

in the rental

all vvses put you in a necklace

diamond district in the chain

certified you know I gang

in the morning or the late

you got that yummy yummy

said she wanna fuck the homie we gone team up

my chain straight from the ocean

niggas think it's sweet

got free wifi they ain't got 3g

I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi

breaking the seal

Jesus piece

the audience

can we get married at the mall?

My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss

pouring up lean

backroom

money falling out the ass I got a lot of cash

I don't

just got up out it they like there he go

really spinny

really drippy

Moscow face

hand deep up in her purse

diamonds hitting

hide it in my sock

I'm her dad

xanny make it go away

I want drugs

college

I'm getting sketched out

shoot out

backroom

do the dash

2am in the A

wanna come to my room

Clancy ( ofwgkta manager )

iraq

hunting em down

backroom

foreign

Afghanistan

hell no nawh

every night

switch lanes

no face no case

club going up on a Tuesday

throw that to the side yeah

press my line

I'm different

wanna go it how I do it

i don't sell Molly no more

stupid lil bitch

lil bitch

put this Greek dick i

water

I didn't do it but fo

smoke

smoke crack

I cannot go broke

Octobers very own

Calabasas

locked in

late night in the studio you can't be wasting all my time

100k for a feat

niggas think it's sweet it's on sight

my new bitch ass fat like that ass on Kim k

I used

I used to

pink and yellow diamonds

my diamonds

diamonds hitting

beat the beat up

think it's sweet it's on sight

crying in a bag

I don't write I ain't got no time

if you is my son

I did it overnight, it couldn't happen any quicker

Always move right so my watch is on the other hand

Pullin' up on exes

old man told me this the way shit had to go

I had my best-friend die

In the middle of the hype

I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard w DC DSS as do s sad d so ass as do DSS s as dddßss sadhat I said

Y'all be cappin' online, on the Instagram

A-a-all we do is just go number one (

pass the Draco hit em with this and that

Yeah, take this X every day just so I can feel more

Diamonds hitting hard on my fucking watch (

Sosa take him down for his pack

Fill up my cup with that Wock and that Tris

I been geeked as fuck and stay right in the party

I'm too high, I can't stop it

I just left the bank, ain't made a deposit

n I got his hoe 17 floors up

island boys in this bitch

we 1700 in this bitch

mask on my face so nobody know

can't post no pictures cuz my case too hot

now she missing me used to fuck her till she sleep

had to cut her off now she just a treesh

cracking penthouse views

could a made some guap today but I was too lazy

I took her to backroom

my new bitch

I live in a house with a pool in the back

cut her off

Bitch, I'm married to this X, i

get high than a pelican

Think I'm addicted to guap

Think I'm addicted to Wock

I pour the Tussionex right

Up in that Limo tint, know it's me

I'm

Fuck up my racks then double 'em

Walk in Chanel, we cash that bitch out

Fuckin' that bitch and I'm fuckin' her friend

I just turned a fifty to a hundred

riding around with the stop'

Ayy, how you wanna get rolled up,

Catch me out in public

Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames

Zay just flew out to LA

Heard that court date comin' up, fuck it, finna run

They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday

limousine tints

bust all over her face an

Uh, that's his hoe, that bitch, she came to fuck

murder suicide

Thirty minutes later, Kobe told me put my mask on

We go rack for rack, it ain't no cap in my rap (

Talkin' 'bout y'all wet? Boy, my bitch got more drip than y'all

If you ain't up a milli', it ain't shit you should be telling me

fell asleep off a four of yeah

I got the data to turn your body into anti-matter

Everybody let's agree that MC's need a tissue

Left the dubs and fifties at the crib, got a knot of Franklins

Green Nike tech, cutter on me, popping out like Zelda

Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

I don't wake up in the mornin' for cereal

Flip the brick, make the whole shit do an aerial

My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss

don't be chasing bitches stack you money up

Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes

gotta sip slow in case I die quic

I'm bout to sip on the suryp till I drowned

imma iconn nigga u just on icloud

imma thank God I'm not in the system

therapy session I'm in the waiting room reading Forbes

can you catch my drip

come my way

I'm catching a case I'm beating the case

I did not get in Canada

But when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake

n I show my face the case you know it's me

all in your girls mouth use her like a toilet

I don't ever get no sleep

[miracutrashcan]

Blood Tainted Chapter 1

When Gabriel stumbles upon a hidden section about the Butterfly Miraculous within the Miraculous Grimoire, he learns of a way to infuse his Akuma with the powers what he believes to be myths and legends. Little does he know that those myths and legends are true, and with such power comes with sacrifice. Those imbued with the power of these magically enhanced Akumas, also suffer from the weaknesses the creatures possess.

With a blatant disregard of the risks that such a power holds, he performs the ritual by sacrificing some of his own blood to feed the Akuma.

His next villain will possess the power of the Vampire, hunger and all.

Little did Gabriel know that not all magic can be fixed with a Miraculous Cure... and that eventually his actions will have serious and permanent consequences. ===================

Ignores the events of S3 finale and beyond except that Master Fu does pass the box onto Ladybug.

AO3 Link || Chapter 1 (HERE) || Chapter 2 (Unwritten) || Chapter 3 (Unwritten)

Despite Halloween not being a major holiday in France, Ladybug noticed a certain trend among the recent villains she and Chat Noir faced off against since the start of October. Inspiration taken from those classic fantasy monsters and things of legend. A werewolf last week, a demon a few days later, and a dragon just a few days ago. A significant deviation from the normal super powered humans that most of Akuma victims fall under. Unfortunately, Ladybug couldn’t tell if this was a blessing or a curse in disguise as she dodged another attack from an innocent civilian. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted today’s Akuma victim to fall prey to Hawk Moth’s corrupted butterflies… what she did know is that mass mind control was one of the Akuma’s powers. “Why did it have to be mind control.” Ladybug grumbled as she jumped out of the way of another civilian.

“Purr-hapse it’s because no one wanted to listen to them?” Chat Noir offered, using his baton to sweep the civilians away from them. He hated fighting against villains who could use mind control, knowing that most times he would fall prey to their powers. He had absolute faith in Ladybug to break him free of the villain’s control or if she was unable to then the Miraculous Cure would fix him right up. Unfortunately, there is no aid for the disgusting feeling that came after being mind controlled. The feeling of being invaded, a loss of control, the guilt of being turned against those who you swore to protect. Chat Noir shook his head, he needed to stay extra focused. He had to pay extra attention to Ladybug, to ensure that she never fell under the Akuma’s influence. If she were to go down… he didn’t want to think about the consequences. “I want to know where he found so many victims at this hour! I thought people were supposed to be eating dinner right now. Like we should be.” He mumbled the last part, knowing that their dinner was currently growing cold back at their shared apartment. “Eight years of this and Hawk Ass still doesn’t respect dinner time.”

“Relax kitty cat, we can stop by our spot after this. I’m sure that Darel will make a feast for us in exchange for a couple of stories. To answer your other question, the Akuma probably started building their army at the grocery store. There are always people there.” Ladybug spun her yo-yo around to create a shield as she glanced around the battlefield. Things were looking bad as more and more civilians appear with each passing moment. It was becoming painfully clear how the Akuma tried to defeat them… swarm them with civilians. “Any clue on how the Akuma gets them under their influence?” She jumped away from another attack, just to find herself stumble into Chat Noir’s back. Ladybug swung her head around looking for any spot to give them any sort of leverage. “Kwamis. We need a plan. There are too many of them and we can’t hurt them.” This was yet another reason why she hated Akumas with mind control. Civilians get dragged into the fight with no magical protection and she knew that she had to hold her strength back to avoid hurting them. Making an already difficult fight that much harder.

“No idea bugaboo. The only idea I have right now is to throw our paws into the air and see where that takes us.” Chat Noir glanced at the feathered wings on his back and the insect wings on her’s. This was one of those rare times where they needed to retreat and get their bearings. The situation was growing worse by the second and they had no idea where the Akumatized villain was, let alone where the Akuma was hiding.

“Got it.” Ladybug nodded her head as she tensed up her shoulder muscles ready to fly away on her partner’s signal. They only had one shot of getting a clean getaway, the surprise of their wings being functional only worked once a fight after all. While she knew that her yo-yo is technically a faster escape on a moment’s notice, it was also vulnerable to getting intercepted by the enemy.

“Leaving so soon? What a shame, especially after my thralls worked so hard to make you feel welcomed.” A new voice spoke up drawing the attention of the two surrounded heroes. The mind-controlled civilians moved to create a pathway for the Akuma to walk towards the two heroes. He was dressed in a black suit, with a blood red trench coat. His fingernails were painted black and sharpened to a point. His canine teeth and ears sharpened to a point, though the most striking change was his eyes. They were pure red, a stark contrast to the otherwise pale face. A smirk was on his face looking at the two heroes. “My name is Vladheart. Now, would you be so kind to come over here and hand over your Miraculous? I’m quite famished and you two smell… delightful.”

“Using defenseless civilians to tire us out is a low-“ Ladybug snapped back, locking eyes with Vladheart. The moment she did, she felt like someone was reaching out to her mind, searching for a way in. Her skin crawled at the feeling and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. With no experience protecting herself against mental attacks, Ladybug had little defense against Vladheart’s powers. She found it harder to concentrate on things that weren’t Vladheart. Her raging thoughts were starting to slow down as the world started to disappear around her. A haze formed over her mind as the only feelings she had was this overwhelming need to serve Vladheart. Sometime during this, she stopped spinning her yo-yo as the weapon fell to the ground with a quiet thunk. Her eyes glazed over as she stood there awaiting her master’s next order.  

“Come over here Ladybug.” Vladheart beckoned her to his side with two fingers, the smirk on his face never wavering. He could feel his powers reaching out to her mind and cementing his control over the spotted heroine. Once he had her Miraculous in hand, getting Chat Noir’s ring should be trivial. After all, everyone knew that Chat Noir would do anything to protect his partner. Which meant that he should be completely defenseless against her attacking him… especially if she was in civilian form. “Hawk Moth wants your Miraculous and I want a snack.”

“Yes Master Vladheart.” Ladybug replied in a monotone voice letting go of her yo-yo string and taking a step towards Vladheart.

“Ladybug??” Chat Noir cried out in surprise as he felt her leave his side, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he needed to snap Ladybug out of whatever spell Vladheart had her under. He knew that he couldn’t cast the Miraculous Cure to dispel the magic controlling everyone’s minds, only she could. His eyes narrowed, getting his partner back to her senses was of utmost importance. Though he was already thinking of a backup plan if he couldn’t snap her out of it. Scarabella was one Voyage away, and while he would hate to ruin her vacation, the future of Paris was at stake. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the pun.  

Shaking his head, he knew that this was not the time to get distracted. He knew from personal experience that the longer he was under an Akuma’s spell, the harder it was for him to break free. Using a combination of his baton and wings to push away the latest round of civilians trying to pin him down. He spun around and ran after Ladybug, as soon as she was within reach he tightly grabbed onto her shoulder, stopping her from walking any closer to Vladheart. He had to use more force than he usually did to keep her from moving, to the point he knew his claws were digging into her shoulder. He felt bad being so aggressive with Ladybug, but this was no time for games, he had to use any trick he remembered to snap her out of this. Placing the baton back on his back, he used his other hand to force Ladybug to turn around and face him.  “Come on LB, you are stronger than him. Snap out of this.” He told her, digging his claws ever so deeper into her shoulders. “I’m sorry if this is hurting you, but I need you to wake up.” His eyes focused on her glazed over ones, mainly to avoid falling under the same spell controlling his partner.

“You are delaying the inevitable Chat Noir. She’s my thrall now, isn’t that right Ladybug? Come over here and give me your Miraculous.” Vladheart licked his lips in anticipation, his fangs fully extended and on display for both heroes to see. “When Hawk Moth offered me the power to show people Vampires are real, I wasn’t expecting to get the full package. Bloodlust is a worthwhile trade if it means I get to show those who mocked me the truth.”

Ladybug knew that she needed to obey her master’s orders without a second thought. Though a firm grip on her shoulder was making it difficult to carry out her master’s latest order. A building pain in her shoulders kept on distracting her from her task to hand over her Miraculous to her Master. Her instincts were yelling at her to get away from the source of pain. Eyes narrowed in irritation as she looked to who was not only stopping her from going to Vladheart’s side but also causing her so much pain. Seeing those neon green eyes lifted a bit of the fog from her mind. She could partially understand what this cute blond-haired cat man was saying. ‘Snap out of this’. The pain grew in her shoulders as it was becoming harder to focus on her master’s command and not on the source of this pain. ‘Wake up.’ The boy said again, his words a welcome distraction from the pain. She blinked a few times trying to understand the meaning behind what he was saying. What the cat boy was saying, the words Chat Noir coming to the forefront of her mind.

Chat Noir was that his name? A wave of pain shot through her head.

Chat Noir, no that definitely is his name. The fog clouding her mind continued to fade away.

Chat Noir, her partner! A stronger wave of pain shot through her head, though she would not falter.

Focusing on his face, Ladybug fought back the last slivers of fog covering her mind as she started to come back to her senses. She shook her head out of reflex, she could already feel a massive migraine forming. “Kitty?” Confusion was evident in her voice as she gently held the side of her head. “What happened?”

“That should be impossible! She should be mine! No one could call me a delusional if I had Paris’ shining heroine under my complete control!” Vladheart screeched in anger. “Bring them both to me my thralls! I will personally ensure to make them both mine!” The horde of mind-controlled civilians doubled their efforts to restrain the heroic duo. “I. Will. Prove. Them. All. Wrong!”

“Good to see you back.” A snicker came from Chat Noir’s lips as he snatched up her yo-yo from the ground. Using his wings he pushed a few civilians away from them and placed Ladybug’s yo-yo into her hands, before picking her up bridal style. “The only person I’m loyal to is milady right here.” He shot a wink at Ladybug, knowing making eye contact with Vladheard was dangerous. He bent his knees before jumping into the air using his wings to fly them away from the Akuma and his thrall below. His focus was to get them to safety and make sure Ladybug was alright.

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He could only keep them airborne for a few minutes and he could feel himself grow tired, he glanced around for a secluded rooftop to land on. Once he found one he slowly lowered them to the rooftop and gently helped Ladybug stand up. “How are you feeling Buginette?” He tucked his wings behind his back to give her more space if she wanted it.

“Ugh. I don’t know how to describe how I’m feeling.” Ladybug mumbled; her fingers wrapped tightly around her yo-yo not looking at him yet. “I feel dirty, like I need ten showers and even then, I’m not sure if I’ll feel clean.” She continued, deciding to focus on the distant skyline rather than her partner’s face. This was one of the first times she’s fallen under an Akuma’s control, so the entire experience was new to her. Well… minus the aching shoulder, which she wasn’t sure where that came from. She didn’t remember landing badly tonight, maybe it happened while she was under Vladheart’s control. “Oh, and my shoulders aching.”

Chat Noir placed his hands on Ladybug’s shoulders and gently squeezed them in an attempt to comfort Ladybug. “I know what you mean, you feel violated. Dirty that someone was able to get inside your head and make you do things you didn’t want to.” He spoke with experience, his gaze focused solely on her; he knows exactly what she is describing. The moments after waking up from whatever twisted world the Akuma villain put him in. Reality comes crashing in with fear and guilt right behind. His mind conjuring the worse possible outcomes to fill the blank in his memories, Ladybug’s reassurance after the fight helped quite his worst fears. “It will pass with time. The only good news is you didn’t get very far, and I haven’t seen anyone recording the fight.” He knew that Ladybug was Paris’ shining star, and if people learned that she fell under the Akuma’s spell… well, he didn’t want to think about how much faith Paris would lose in her. He was already known to be the one prone to getting enslaved by Akumas, so he didn’t care if the news got another clip of him being controlled. He would do anything to make sure Ladybug stayed safe, he had full faith that she would save him after all. “Ah, the shoulders were my doing…. Sorry. I thought that pain might help you wake up from whatever he did to you. Anything else?”

“Confused mainly… I remember telling him off for using such cowardly tactics and then nothing.” Hearing that Chat Noir was the source of her aching shoulders, Ladybug’s lips formed a little o. “Don’t apologize, the pain did help snap me out of it.” Ladybug reassured him, looking up to her partner in concern in her eyes and a reassuring smile on her lips. She knew that getting injured during Akuma fights was part of the superhero package. She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned that she didn’t get very far. “What did I do?” Unease filled her body as she gripped her yo-yo tighter, at least she still had her Miraculous which brought some comfort.

Chat Noir glanced back to where they came from, it seemed like no one was following them. “Not much, you tried to walk over to Vladheart’s side and hand over your Miraculous. Though I stopped you before got too close to him.” He explained, seeing a rooftop entrance they could hide behind and rest. He gestured to her to follow him as he walked to the backside of the entrance and sat down, hidden from the view of others. Ladybug followed right behind him, taking a seat next to him. “You did call Vladheart master though. Seems like we have a vampire situation.”

“Vampires? Great… at least they fit in with the theme of most of the other Akumas we’ve fought this month.” Ladybug groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “Can we go back to fighting Akumas like Mr. Pigeon again? I know how to deal with those kinds of Akuma without having to do outside research.”

“While I purr-sonally wouldn’t mind going back to the easier fights, un-fur-tonately we need to defeat Sir Bites-a-lot first. The last thing we need is for the entirety of Paris to have a snack paw-blom and the blood bank goes empty. It would be claw-ful if we risked our necks like usual just to find everyone wants to take a bite out of them instead.” Chat Noir smiled at her; he could see the tension in her frame hopefully his jokes could get her to loosen up a bit. He scooted closer to her and extended one of his wings, wrapping the golden and red feathers around her shoulder blade. This was one of the times he wished his wings were larger so he could wrap her up in the soft feathers.

A quiet groan came from Ladybug’s lips as she listened to his consistent stream of puns. His puns were so bad, but she couldn’t keep the small smile from coming onto her lips. “Put a stake in it. The vampire puns were sooo bad kitty.” She knew that despite verbally denying her appreciation of his puns. Listening to him joke around and throw puns helped her calm down and keep a level head during tense moments. Feeling his feathers brush against her suit didn’t hurt either.

Hearing Ladybug pun caused Chat Noir to sit up straighter, careful not to hit her with his wing in excitement as his ears and twin tails perking up in response. “Milady you punned!” Pure joy radiated from him as the biggest grin came onto his lips.

Realizing what she did, Ladybug covered her face in embarrassment. “It was an accident!” This was why she never replied to his jokes with puns. She knew that the moment that he learned that she enjoyed his puns that she would hear no end to it. “This doesn’t mean you can double the puns at home kitty!”

Chat Noir’s grin grew in intensity as he watched Ladybug’s reaction, a giggle escaped his lips moments later. “I knew it was only a matter of time be-fur you joined me in the joys of puns!” He gently poked her in the side to try and get her to lower her hands.

The poking worked as Ladybug took her right and playfully swatted the offended claws away from her side. “Chat!” She giggled as she attempted to keep away from his pokes, though her feeble attempts only spurred him to increase the intensity of his attacks. “Chat! Chat! Chat! Stop it!” She now needed both hands to keep his poking fingers away from her vulnerable side. Unfortunately for her, he was faster at poking her side then she was to swat his hands away. Her giggles grew in volume with each successful hit he got in. “Okay, okay, okay! I admit defeat! I did pun now stop it!”

With a smug look on his face relishing his small victory, Chat Noir pulled his hands back. He tilted his head to the side with concern on his face. “Feline better milady?” He knew that the best way to deal with the uncomfortable feelings of being mind-controlled was to spend some time with Ladybug either inside or outside the costume. It was his way to remind himself what normal feels like. It helped him separate his feelings that were the result of the Akuma’s influence and his personal feelings.

Ladybug nodded her head in agreement. She still felt disgusting and in need of several long showers after this fight, though not nearly as intense as when he snapped her out of it. “I am, thanks kitty.” Though that made her wonder, was this the same tactic he used to cope with the feelings of being under an Akuma’s control? She could recall all the times he insisted on a dual ‘patrol’ after those types of attacks before they found out who was behind the masks. Though when they were together for patrols it was less ‘patrolling for danger’ and more ‘playing tag across the rooftops and hanging out like normal teenagers’. “Is this why you always want to do a dual patrol after those types of attacks before the reveal?”

“Yeah… It helped me remember what were my feelings versus what the Akuma made me feel.” Chat Noir explained, looking Ladybug in the eyes a soft smile on his lips. “It meant a lot to me that you were willing to drop whatever civilian plans you had those nights to help me sort out my thoughts.” He placed his hand on the rooftop, recalling the days where it was difficult to contact her if there was no danger.

“We are partners now and forever regardless of the masks and magic. Don’t you ever forget that Chat Noir. Like you told me before, it’s you and me against the world.” Ladybug noticed Chat Noir’s hand on the rooftop, and she placed her own on top of his. Slowly working her fingers to fit in between his. “If you ever need me, I’ll come running at a moment’s notice. Even if I must move heaven and hell to do so.”

Hearing a reminder of how much Ladybug cared for him brought with it a renewed sense of energy. The exhaustion from flying them to this rooftop is now gone. He wrapped his fingers as best as he could around hers. “Always.” Chat Noir nodded his head in agreement, speaking of them against the world… they still had a very dangerous Akuma on the loose. “We need a plan to deal with Vladheart and not fall prey to his mind control. Any ideas?”

There was the million-dollar question, how to take down an Akuma they couldn’t focus on. “It was his eyes, once I looked into them, I was a gonner. Though…” Ladybug trailed off, her eyebrows narrowed in thought. She knew that snapping out of Vladheart’s influence was easier once she recognized Chat Noir was holding onto her. “You made coming back to my senses so much easier. Being able to focus on you, on our bond helped me fight through his control.” She fiddled with the ribbon in her hair, trying to find a way to keep Chat Noir close by her side mid fight.

“So, if we stick close together, we might be able to snap each other out of his control if we mess up and make eye contact?” Chat Noir took his free hand and placed it to his chin in thought. “I could see that working, but the only time we fight back-to-back is whenever we are pinned and on our back feet.” He pointed out a hard frown on his face. “I don’t think that is a good way to start a fight.”

“Right.” Ladybug nodded her head in agreement, he made a good point. Her fighting style was so different from his, so if they needed to stick together one of them would be at a serious disadvantage. She suffered from being too close to the enemy, he suffered from being too far away from the enemy. If only there was a way for them to be close to one another without impacting their ability to fight… She continued to fiddle with her hair ribbons for a few moments trying to find a solution. Her eyes widened as an idea came to the forefront of her mind, this was by far her dumbest plan that didn’t involve a Lucky Charm. However, this was the only plan that she had now. “This might be a stretch and blow up in our faces, but I think I have an idea. Take one of your belts off.” She instructed him, wiggling her hand free of his grasp and using both hands to get the ribbon out of her hair, mindful of his wing still wrapped around her shoulder.

“Alright?” Confusion was evident on Chat Noir’s face as he glanced down to his stomach and started to fiddle with his belt tails. He retracted his wing to give them both more space to fiddle with their costumes. After fighting with Ladybug for eight years, he normally felt like he had a good idea of what Ladybug was planning before she explained it. This time she had him stumped, it was rare but not unheard of that she needed one of his belts as part of her plan. Once he got the first tail off, he placed it on the rooftop and turned his attention to the remaining belt. He fiddled around with the positioning for a few moments before finding a way to have it rest naturally around his waist. “In the mood to see a blast from the past?” He chuckled, picking up the discarded belt and offered it to Ladybug. It felt weird to only have one tail now, but he knew he would get over it in a few minutes. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Well… we’ve worn our current costumes for about a year now kitty. So, everything feels normal, right? Which means we should be more aware of any changes to what we are wearing? Let me see your right hand and spread your fingers apart.” Ladybug explained with a single red and green ribbon in her hand. Chat Noir complied without question offering his right hand to her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his Miraculous. “I can’t speak for you, but I know I’m hyper aware of anything that’s near my ears and to a lesser degree my neck. So… if we wear something that comes from the other’s suit near our Miraculous it might help us stay grounded.” She explained wrapping the ribbon around his finger, tying it in place with a neat little bow right above where his Miraculous sat.

Chat Noir hummed in thought, until Ladybug mentioned it, he never thought about which hand he gave to others. For his friends and those he trusted, he would give them his right hand but to everyone else he would give them his left hand. “I see where you are coming from. I can’t remember the last time I’ve given a stranger my right hand…” He flexed his fingers to ensure that the ribbon stayed in place. “Alright scoot over here LB, let me know if this is too tight.” Ladybug scooted over to Chat Noir with her back turned to him to give him easier access to her head. Despite the rough looking texture, he knew that the belt had the right level of flexibility. Placing the center of the belt around her forehead he ran it behind her ears and tied it at the bottom of her head. He shut his eyes focusing on the image of bobby pins, his fingers wrapped around the section that he wore around his waist. “Fabrication.” He whispered and felt the material shift in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw that he had a small pile of bobby pins in his hand and the useless section of tail was gone. He carefully pinned the belt into Ladybug’s hair ensuring that he didn’t accidentally poke her with his claws. “Okay that should stay.”

Ladybug swung her head around to see how well Chat Noir’s handywork stayed in place. Satisfied that the improvised headband was going nowhere she stood up. “I want to try this from a safe distance away from Vladheart, so we have time to retreat if it doesn’t work. I’m just worried about time. The longer we let him build his army, the harder getting his Akuma will be.”

“I think this is one of those times we have to take a blind leap of faith and trust in our bond as partners.” Chat Noir reassured her, pushing himself up into a standing position and offering his hand out to her.

Taking the offered hand, Ladybug pulled herself up, her eyes falling upon her partner’s face for a moment before she nodded in agreement. “Right. Believe in ourselves and believe in each other.” Her gaze shifted to the Parisian skyline knowing that it was time to take down the vampire once and for all. “Know anything about vampires that might help us out?”

Chat Noir shook his head sadly,“ not much, just what is written in fiction. Never occurred to me to ask your mother about the magical world during our training sessions. Stake through the heart to kill them, can’t be in sunlight, can only feed on blood, and we know our friend can control others through direct eye contact.”

“I can’t blame you kitten; I didn’t think to ask her either. In hindsight I should have after the dragon Akuma showed up. After three back-to-back magical inspired Akumas screams ‘Hawkass is following a pattern’.” She sighed; things were easier when she was under the impression that the only magic in the world was Miraculous. “Do you think that Hawk Moth found out about the Magical Dimension and that’s why he’s focusing on sending Akuma inspired by magical creatures?”

“I don’t know Bug. I don’t want to think about what he would do if he knew about the Magical Dimension. So, I’m going to pretend that this is the result of being October and that means tourists and exchange students have monsters and magic on their minds. Well… until proven otherwise.” He only knew a little bit about the Magical Dimension, mainly from the stories that Sabine told him during training or from the few times Sabine took them over there. Those trips were mainly to gather reagents or to meet people the former Black Cat holder deemed important to his or Ladybug’s future. He wanted to learn more about this other world but knew that he would have to wait until Hawk Moth was defeated. Time moves differently between the two worlds, and it was too risky to be over there while Hawk Moth could strike at moment’s notice.

“Good idea, I’m stealing it.” Ladybug knew that the idea of Hawk Moth knowing of the Magical Dimension was a serious threat. However, that was a problem for future Ladybug. Present Ladybug needed to focus on defeating Vladheart, capturing the Akuma, not hurting any of the enthralled civilians, making sure she didn’t get enthralled again, AND somehow avoid getting bitten. “For Kwamis sake, I need a vacation after this.”  Ladybug grumbled rolling her shoulders and spreading her ladybug wings. “Ready to go kitty?”

“Always.”

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Peter or tom taking care of sick overworked stressed and just generally burned out reader please

sick days and an idiot || (t.h)

Word count: 704

pairing: actor!tom holland x publicist!readr

N/A:  okay it's short, but it's the concept of a blurb, am i right? I hope you will like it. I allowed myself to choose the reader's work and include a funny little situation. - lot of love! xx

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Fall was your favorite season, but it was also the time when you fell ill the fastest. The reason was simple: you were still stubbornly wearing summer clothes when the weather got cooler. And it only took a few days from the start of October for you to catch a cold. You had a sore throat, you had chills and sweats. No doubt you had a little fever, but the reckless one you were hadn't wanted to check. To top it off, the work was not easy. You had had several meetings during the day for several different clients. You have also been negotiating partnership contracts with several brands. But at the end of the afternoon, you felt exhausted, sore, livid. Your boyfriend came home from a late round of golf and you shivered as the wind blew through the front door.

"Darling, I'm home"

You didn't answer, unsure of the sound of your too hoarse voice. Your fragile health has betrayed you since you have coughed a few times. Tom just had to follow your coughing fit. You were wrapped in a fluffy plaid, cozy socks, your nose was red and your eyes were shining.

"Oh, my poor baby" he pained you.

Your boyfriend approached you to kiss your temple, not without protesting that you were sick. He couldn't get sick too, he had a press tour coming up soon.

"Stay away from me, you can’t be sick"

Tom shook his head before heading to the kitchen. He took out your favorite mug and his from the cupboard, setting them on the counter while he filled the electric kettle and took out the tea. You watched him do it with a feeling of fullness. This man was far too perfect. The brunette then leaned into the bottom cabinet to grab the heating pad you usually use during your painful period. He placed it in the microwave with a cup of water, to heat the object safely.

"How was your day, love?" Tom asked.

"Horrible. One of the brands that sponsors my client has a photoshoot scheduled without notifying us first."

"It sucks ..."

"And you'll never guess but ... I also got a call for a social media affair. One of my clients ... I wouldn't say who" you insisted your gaze on Tom, eyes piercing. "…posted on his Instagram story" you paused, giving him time to realize your words. “a picture of him in the designer room of his next BIG movie, where you can clearly see in the background ... 3 different iconic costumes of his character. "

Tom's eyes widened before swallowing hard and judging by tapping his phone. He got confused in excuse.

"We're having a press conference tomorrow. I don't have the strength to write your speech, but I'll do my best to get you out of your mess."

Tom gave you puppy eyes while still apologizing for it. He hastened to take the heating patch out of the microwave. He placed it against your stomach, kissing you on the cheek, then rushed to the counter to steep the tea in your cups and bring them to the coffee table. He settled into the couch, making you wince at having to move but you couldn't blame him since for the next few seconds you were snuggled against him in a heartwarming embrace. He stroked your head and kissed the top of your head.

"You're lucky that I love you, idiot"

"I love you too, darling."

You closed your eyes to appreciate the affection Tom was giving you. You were pretty sure he would be sick tomorrow, you were pretty sure you were going to have to spend the night writing an editorial line to save your silly boyfriend's ass. But for now, you were in the soft warmth of his arms and he was enough for you.

"How about ordering your favorite food and watching a fall movie before you have to go back to work?"

"Sounds good to me."

Tom pecked at your lips and you melted under his kisses. No, dating Tom Holland was no easy task but you were way too much in love with this man ... and he was an absolutely perfect boyfriend.

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Yo! Fic request possibly.

Soap is sent home pretty injured after a mission and his partner takes care of him (in more ways than one if you catch my drift)

Hello anon! I apologize in advance if I bended your request. But If you think of it... the event happened After a Mission and he got Pretty Injured so I'm still on track right?

Anyways enjoy!

⚠️ NSFW tag and it's 1600ish words.

John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

A year had passed

October 11th 2017. 

You gazed outside the hospital you work in, taking a deep breath as the view of construction filled the huge glass window. This was you're longest break for today, it's been ten minutes since someone last paged you and you found it bizarre. But who are you to complain? You're just doing your job, like your boyfriend who's somewhere out there in that building.

You smiled as you remembered him stepping back into the world, after his tragic injury from exactly one year ago. To which you didn't know most of the events that occurred, but you fully remembered how you were there to save his life.

There was some sort of war just by Hotel Lustig, you didn't care much as that day brought in waves of injured persons that the events outside the hospital were too unimportant. But you believed he was one of the persons who got injured by the blast, and it was something only you could fix. 

You took a deep breath, holding your emotions as you remember the first moment you met him. His face was almost lifeless, his pulse was faint but it was there. He had no ID but his uniform told you he was O-Pos.

"We're going to need lots of bags for this man. Hurry and contact the blood bank!" You instructed as you forcefully tore his shirt, which was originally white but now drowned in crimson and reeked of rust. A huge reopened fleshwound from a poorly made stitch, you evaluated. Maybe he didn't have the resources from when he first got operated and now it came back to haunt him. You expertly did your thing as the nurses behind you quickly assisted you, trying to impress you as they aspire to be part of the program. 

It took you almost two hours until the life slowly went back to his face. A face you have been staring at every chance you have. A face you hoped to see smile someday. Then there it was, a stable heartbeat. Nurses cheered around you as well as those watching from above. He lived.

"Doctor L/N!!" Someone called over the walkie talkie. You quickly snapped back to reality and replied with urgency. It's your boyfriend. He broke his arm while on construction.

You pushed the double doors open as soon as you reached the emergency room. You could spot him from afar as his haircut stood out from the crowd, a mohawk that you grew to love.

"John!"  You gasped and rushed to his aid, as the nurse secured the strap of his sling.

"Love! I'm glad to see you here." he grinned, almost looking proud at his injury. He looked like he just got a new tattoo or something. Far from the emotion of being hurt.

"What happened? Does it hurt?" you checked his chart, momentarily looking at him.

"Just a minor fall. That ladder was not as stable as it looked." he chuckled, his other hand held yours and you quickly looked at him in the eye. Lost in his cold blue orbs, your heart thumped as his eyes told you he was fine and how you looked beautiful in that outfit.

"What about your wound? Did it hurt after the fall?" You shook yourself off from his trance and unbuttoned his shirt, checking for signs of reopening.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Not here and not now, Love. Lot's of people are watching." he joked, you sigh at his attitude towards the situation. He was too chill about this.

"So, when will you be off?" he winked as he comfortably sat on he hospital bed, tapping the other side, inviting you to sit down.

"I'm actually off duty now." you reply as you accept his invitation and sunk your ass on the soft matress beside him, pulling the sky blue curtain inward, covering the two of you from the public eyes.

You slowly leaned on his strong shoulders, shoulders that you massaged after his recovery so he could stand up again, shoulders you leaned on when you were having trouble at work. You felt his arm wrap around you, his hands grazed through your coat as he slowly rubs it against your arm.

"Guess I'm driving home." you chuckled and he laughed, looking at you as he held your cheek. 

"Does my insurance cover my fees here?" he asked, breaking the vibe of whatever you were both feeling. 

"I'll check on it later. For now, let's take you home."

"Sounds good to me."

***

You slumped yourself on your side of the bed, leaning to a peacefully sleeping John MacTavish beside you. You stared at the scar on his chest as it rises and falls in sync with his breathing, your night music just before falling asleep. 

You remembered how you carefully stitched his wound, how you poured out your heart to save this person, a person who didn't mean to you the moment you saw him but now means the whole world to you. 

Putting your finger on his scar, you slowly traced its tracks across his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin. He snorted and slowly opened his eyes, smiling at the view.

"Hey you." he whispered, moving your hair behind your ear pulling you over for a kiss. You didn't hesitate but you were cautious, you were careful not to hit his injured arm. But all that focus began to fade away as your lips met his, tongues clashed in an epic battle of passion like two expert fencing athletes on a clash to see who's the best.

You gasped as you broke the kiss, panting and smiling as his blue eyes sparkled against the moonlight outside the window.

"It's been a year since I first saw you, my angel. Don't think that I forgot about that." he murmured. His Scottish accent sounded so well, you can't get enough of it, it's as if each word vibrated across your body.

You slowly lifted your leg and straddled on him, positioning your ass on a spot that's going to make him beg. He grunted softly as you detected the tone of lust from him. He was clearly enjoying the tease, so you raised your eyebrows at him and slowly shook your hips teasingly against him.

"Are we really going this way?" he complained as his hand reached out to your hips, sliding below your shirt and letting his electric touch on your hip send shivers down your spine. His thumbs make its way just below your breasts, the tip of the big finger grazing the lower part of your left breast.

"Which way?" you asked teasingly as you feel his manhood slowly grow. You pull the string that held his sweatpants and ran your hands across his abs, feeling each bump, admiring his feel.

"This way." he smirked as he thrusted his hips upward, making you yelp in surprise. Looks like he's trying to turn back the tables which is something you always loved. Him in charge. The thought made your hairs rise, as you remembered all those times he did it in this apartment ; in the showers, in the kitchen, by the dining table oh and this exact bed.

One thing led into another until you found yourself on all fours, facing the wall as you whimpered in pain as his cock slowly slid on your wet opening. He once told you that he hated dogs, but that didn't stop him from using this position, but this time only one hand was tightly gripping your plump ass.

You let out short gasps as he picks up his pace, the creaking sound of the bed got louder and louder as his thrusts became faster and deeper. You moaned on his every thrust, mentally noting the feel of his whole manhood inside of you. How his tip interacted with your sensitive walls. How his groans and whispers of endearment enter your ear and go straight to your memory banks, a part of the brain you're supposed to know but now reduced to simpler terms because all you could think of right now is how much you love this man and how this sex is a message of both your feelings.

He pulled himself out as you both gasp, he quickly moved himself to your lips not letting you a chance to catch for air. You grabbed his hair and gripped it tight, tilting your head for a better angle. You could feel his tip poking at your entrance as he placed himself between your hips.

"Please John, show me how much you love me." you whispered, lustful intentions wrapped in your tone. You could feel him smirk just before he kisses you once again, his tongue doing marvelous wonders inside your mouth as his cock slowly enters inside you, slamming it hard making the bed creak.

You whimpered in surprise but as soon as he stopped, you gripped his back signaling him to keep doing it. You could feel his cast rest on your breasts as he picks up the pace once again, this time the bed was shaking dangerously, creaking loudly while doing so. You both ignored this as the loud clapping of your skin mixed with your collective grunts, groans and moans rung on your ears while your mind swirled in a pleasure filled moment.

With one final groan, he burst his load inside you, the hot rush of liquids fill your insides making you pant and smile. He looked at you, sweat trickled from his forehead, mouth open gasping for air. He chuckled and leaned back, as your bed suddenly snapped, sending you both a few inches lower.

Complete silence. You both realized what just happened and laughed. That was some wild fucking.

"Bloody hell, we broke the bed!" he muttered seductively while you were laughing almost losing air. 

"That we did." you replied and smiled at him, thanking the threads of destiny that you met this wonderful man on this fateful day, one year ago.

[pain-in-the-asguardian]

Texts

(On A03 here)

15 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Just you wait.  Imma find you yo.

[To: Phones]: Ill bring you back.

[To: Phones]:  You gotta hang in there

16 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  That Reaper did something dammit.  Its like only me an Shiki remember you.

[To: Phones]:  But dont worry once I get ya back well fix this.

[To: Phones]:  Gonna scour Shibuya till I find out whats goin on.

17 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  You better be alive Phones.

[To: Phones]:  Ya know what I mean…

18 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  AARGH

[To: Phones]:  Aint no sign of any Reapers.  They gotta be here.

[To: Phones]:  Ill figure this out

20 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Aint stopped searching.  I know you out there

[To: Phones]:  I can feel it yo.  You can too right?

[To: Phones]:  We still synced I know it.

22 November 2018

[To: Phones]: still looking

[To: Phones]:  Are you even getting these

[To: Phones]:  Aint matter…

[To: Phones]:  Your number ain’t showin as disconnected.  Thats something.

13 November 2018

[To: Phones]: I guess this ain’t a normal Reapers Game.  Youd be back now…

[To: Phones]: Not like any of us expected it to be.

25 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Had a weird dream.

[To: Phones]: Like I was figthin by your side again.  But I aint know where it was.

[To: Phones]: Not Shibuya.

29 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Still nothing.  Aint gonna stop me.

[To: Phones]:  I miss you… (unsent)

1 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Still looking.

5 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Raining.  Skating in the rain kind of sucks.

7 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Had that weird dream again.

[To: Phones]:  I know that means you still out there.

10 December 2018

[To: Phones]: You better be hanging in there.

[To: Phones]:  I aint think it was gonna take this long.

[To: Phones]:  Even if ya got screwed over like our Game… you should be back by now right?

[To: Phones]:  They really pulling some shit.

[To: Phones]:  I can’t stand it yo.

15 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  It actually snowed a bit.  Weird.

[To: Phones]:  Maybe one day Ill learn to snowboard.

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Had to take a family holiday photo ugh.

[To: Phones]:  If the Reapers is looking for more ways to torture people

[To: Phones]:  That’s one of them.

20 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  It’s COLD.  I hope it aint like this where you are.

23 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Dont think Im giving up yo.

[To: Phones]:  Had that dream again.

24 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Rhyme made like 300 Christmas cookies.

25 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Merry Christmas

[To: Phones]: I ate too much

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Dammit where ARE you.

1 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  New year new chances to find you.

5 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  You holdin up?

10 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Still cold.

17 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  Shiki and Eri’s are gonna try selling their stuff

20 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  IM GONNA FIND YOU DAMN IT

[To: Phones]: I can still feel it.  I know you there even if you aint get these.

23 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  You got Partners again?  I hope you ain’t alone…

[To: Phones]:  It’s been so long

[To: Phones]:  But these are still going through…

[To: Phones]: And I can still feel you.  I know thats what this feeling is.

27 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up

[To: Phones]:  I miss you.  (unsent)

[To: Phones]:  You should be here by now (unsent)

1 February 2019

[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri’s stuff is really takin’ off.

12 February 2019

[To: Phones]:  Sorry school and shit getting to me

[To: Phones]: Even if I aint check in Im still here

[To: Phones]: And still looking

20 February 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be kickin Noise and Reaper ass yo.

3 March 2019

[To: Phones]:  Rhyme is really into computers now

[To: Phones]: I ain’t understand shit.

[To: Phones]:  At least she aint talk like Tabooty

17 March 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be ok.

27 March 2019

[To: Phones]: I totally aced a test today!

29 March 2019

[To: Phones]:  That dream…

[To: Phones]:  Where ARE you (unsent)

5 April 2019

[To: Phones]:  Still looking

12 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Thought by now I’d track down at least one Reaper yo.

[To: Phones]: Aint like Pixie Chick blends in

20 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Damn it Phones where the hell are you

[To: Phones]:  Shibuya feels like its moving on

[To: Phones]: Its just wrong yo.

27 April 2019

[To: Phones]:  I know there’s Reapers in the RG

[To: Phones]: I swear I’ll find ‘em and make 'em talk.

5 May 2019

[To: Phones]: Is this hopeless?  (unsent)

[To: Phones]:  Well I guess we know who’s got the higher Noise Erased count now.

20 May 2019

[To: Phones]:  I think I’ve memorized every side street and alleyway in this city.

[To: Phones]: When you back Ill be able to show you around blindfolded.

2 June 2019

[To: Phones]:  HOT.

13 June 2019

[To: Phones]: People really love Mr. Mew

[To: Phones]: Shiki an Eri might be getting an actual shop to sell stuff in.

24 June 2019

[To: Phones]: I want to go to the beach.

[To: Phones]: You ever gone there?

[To: Phones]: Can’t imagine you in trunks.

[To: Phones]: akljf;ds

5 July 2019

[To: Phones]:  How you holdin up

18 July 2019

[To: Phones]: Who decided hot and sticky was a good temperature for anything

29 July 2019

[To: Phones]: I aint giving up you better not either.

1 August 2019

[To: Phones]:  Rhyme is scary good with computers.  She said something about hacking.  Should I be afraid?

17 August 2019

[To: Phones]: Guess who fought a cicada.

22 August 2019

[To: Phones]: The hell is with these dreams.

5 September 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain’t know how many times Ive walked the same streets.

6 September 2019

[To: Phones]: Dont think that last text means I given up. I aint.

20 September 2019

[To: Phones]: This city has changed so much. So many new places.

[To: Phones]: Can’t wait to show you.

1 October 2019

[To: Phones]:  How many Noise you beat by now?

10 October 2019

[To: Phones]: Everyone wants to go to Shibuya Halloween this year.

31 October 2019

[To: Phones]: THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I AIN’T NEVER SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE.

[To: Phones]:  It took 45 minutes to leave the station and get across the Scramble.

[To: Phones]: We were all bullied into wearing Mr. Mew costumes.

[To: Phones]: Rhyme wants me to clarify that only I was bullied.

7 November 2019

[To: Phones]: Really hoped with all those Halloween vibes that maybe something would turn up.

[To: Phones]: All that stuff about ghosts and shit.

[To: Phones]: Still nothing.

20 November 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain’t giving up.

1 December 2019

[To: Phones]: It’s December again…

19 December 2019

[To: Phones]: You really gotta see all these lights

[To: Phones]:  One day.

20 December 2019

[To: Phones]: No escape from Family Holiday Photos.

24 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Too many Christmas cookies.

25 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas kick some Noise ass.

1 January 2020

[To: Phones]: This will be the year.

1 February 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok so maybe it wasn’t the month. But it’s still gonna be the year.

4 March 2020

[To: Phones]: Im sorry I couldnt find you sooner (unsent)

[To: Phones]: This is takin longer than I thought.

17 March 2020

[To: Phones]: You got this.

1 April 2020

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up.

1 May 2020

[To: Phones]: Sorry… school and shit.

[To: Phones]: Dont worry though.  Im still here.

[To: Phones]: I know you are too.

1 June 2020

[To: Phones]:  I hope its cooler wherever you are.

1 July 2020

[To: Phones]: Even CAT hasn’t done anything in months.  I wonder what happened to Mr H.

1 August 2020

[To: Phones]:  Still get those dreams once in a while

[To: Phones]: Do you…

1 September 2020

[To: Phones]: Fall again…

1 October 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok this year we’ll be prepared for Shibuya Halloween.

31 October 2020

[To: Phones]:  Ok ain’t no way to prepare for that.

[To: Phones]: One of these days you gonna suffer with us.

1 November 2020

[To: Phones]:  I will find you.  No matter how long it takes.

1 December 2020

[To: Phones]:  December again…

[To: Phones]: Damn it.

[To: Phones]: Please be alright.

1 January 2021

[To: Phones]: OK THIS YEAR.  I KNOW IT.

[To: Phones]: I wonder what you look like now.

[To: Phones]: Will I recognize you? (unsent)

10 January 2021

[To: Phones]: Fuck.  College is next year…

1 February 2021

[To: Phones]: Gatto Nero is gonna get a shop in 104!  Can you believe it?

1 March 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she working on something.  Iono what that means…

1 April 2021

[To: Phones]: That dream again.  Something feels different yo.

1 May 2021

[To: Phones]: Somethin’s weird.  Aint had a feeling like this in a long time.

[To: Phones]: Hang in there.

1 June 2021

[To: Phones]: Pins are getting popular again. Even Gatto Nero’s getting’ in on it.  You outta see these designs!

1 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she close to a breakthrough.  I aint know on what but she says its gonna help.

27 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Something is definitely goin down yo.  You feel it too?

[To: Phones]: We close, I know it.

[To: Phones]: This time fo sho.

[To: Phones]: You comin home.

[popculturebuffet]

Patreon Membership Drive: Turbo Championship Hyper Fighting Edition!

Hello all you happy people! For those wondering “who the hell is this.” I”m Jake Mattingly. I review animation and comics here on this tumblr 5 times a week, and love doing so. I do so by recapping an episode of an animated show or a volume of a comic piece by piece, how detailed depends on the work and how condensed it needs to be, analyzing the episode and sometimes throwing in some jokes because i’m a silly weirdo and tis my nature. 

 So far i’ve been able to scrape by with the help of my patreon’s kev and emma, with Kev suplimenting that iwth various comissions (I.e. paying me to review a specific episode of a show much like someone would comissoin). But I don’t want to place my entire finacial future in the hands of two people so last month I lauched my patreon membership, trying to get people to join my patreon to releive some of the pressure on them. And not a person signed on during the first month. 

But I realize a large part of that is I simply didn’t advertise propertly, not really explaning what it is I do, what they get, or throwing in any extra incentives for signing up apart from “If so many people pledge to my patreon i’ll do X review” Which is still the main thrust of my campaign but I realized I need MORE than that to give you all proper money for your buck, especailly with Tumblr trying to monteize in the most half assed way possible making people presumibly more wary of spending money on me. 

So for this promo i’m going into what it is I review exactly, how to sign up for my patreon and how any of that works, what you get out of it, and various juicy stretch goals i’m hoping ya’ll can help me reach so

WHAT IS IT YOU DO EXACTLY?

As I mentioned above I review animation and comics, more animation than comics. My meat and potatoes are Disney Duck works, primarily the 2017 reboot and the Don Rosa and Carl Barks comics. For the former i’ve done retrospectives on Lena’s arc, the Della storyline from season 2 and ALL the Season 2 storylines, the last one currently in progress. I intend to review the entire series, the lackluster tie in comics, and the this duckburg life podcast, though the last one has some strings attached we’ll get to under my goals.  I”ve also been reviewing various Carl Barks first apperances and most importantly doing a complete retrospective on Don Rosa’s masterwork the Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck. 

I also review certain shows week to week, almost entirely Disney as aside from the True Colors Debacle they have the most reliable schedule and announce release dates farther in advance than Cartoon Network and Nick which just sorta pop up announce things. I covered all of season 3 of Ducktales and season 2 of amphibia (With season 3 coverage coming in october) and i’m currently reviewing Owl House every week till that hiatus hits. 

Finally i’m currently looking at all the Tom Luictor episodes of star vs the forces of evil tracking both Tom’s character arc and the show’s steady decline straight into the dumps. 

Comics wise i’m more sporadic but in addition to duck comics stuff, I’ve also been doing a retrospective on the Scott Pilgrim franchise: all 6 volumes of the comic, those reviews avaliable now and in two weeks from this post, just in time for  the video game and movie anniversaries to finish things up. I recently started another one for the comic book Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye, I intend to finish one I did for New X-Men, and I have a few in my mind’s eye I want to do soon on John Ostrandre’s Suicide Squad run, Justice League International, and Mega Man that i’m going to do pilots for to see if anyone’s interested. 

Finally recently i’ve started doing quick thoughts, quick reviews on recent stuff from trailers to full on movies I don’t have to cover normally. 

So What Is Your Patreon?

Patreon is a site where creators can get paid for work and can put up exclusive content and what not. You pledge anywhere from a dollar a month, and become one of my patrons and help me do this blog for a living. I genuinely love writing about media, analyzing it and making weird jokes, and this lets me do that as my job and my passion. I simply don’t want to put finacing that on the backs of only two people. 

So What’s In It For Me?

Unlike Tumblr itself I feel my supporters deserve to get the most bang for their buck. As such Patreon Membership starts at JUST ONE DOLLAR. That’s right for a dollar a month, 12 bucks a year so the price of a movie, you get access to my occasoinal exclusive reviews, exclusive poles once I get more than two members so that’s actually sensical to do to vote on reviews, and to pick a theatrical short when i review a bunch of them for character birthdays or holidays or just cause. 

In addition to these though i’ve decided to sweeten the pot. ON SIGN UP ANY PATREON OF ANY TIER GETS ONE FREE REVIEW OF ANY SINGLE EPISODE OF TELEVISION OR ISSUE OF A COMIC BOOK. That’s right for just one buck, you get a review of your choice. Whatever you want. You want to force me to watch something you hate so someone else can bitch about it for you? Go on about an episode yo ulove? shine a light on something obscure? Well i’m your man and for ONE BUCK A MONTH, you can get that. Whatever you want put on my schedule as soon as I have room and your payment’s gone through. 

And if you want me to review stuff on a more regular basis, five bucks a month gets you a review a month, same permaiters as above along with said free review. I will PERSONALLY make sure there’s a space on the schedule every month for your patreon review and review whatever you want no matter how good, bad or stuppid. 

But that’s not ALL. 

STRETCH GOALS:

To explain these better than what I did next time: My stretch goals are goals on my patreon: if I hit a certain number of Patreons I will review (Insert Thing Here) And these are meaty projects too: full season reviews, retrospectives and what have you and something’s unlocked with each person who signs up, adjusted from orignally basing it on price. So your dollar a month not only gets you your own review, but also will get my solemn vow to review a bunch of other thigns, and the more people who sign up the more thigns I’ll add to my plate. Not only that but just for this pledge drive i’m adding a bunch of super neat drive exclusvie stretch goals that will VANISH AT THE END OF AUGUST. dosen’t mean I won’t EVER do these reviews, but it does mean i’ll probably sit on them a bit. 

TLDR: You singing up gets me to guarantee to review some extra stuff. 

SO WHAT ARE THE GOALS. 

I”m glad you asked. Each one is based on a person joining, so 

REGULAR PATREON GOALS THAT AREN’T GOING TO EXPIRE BUT ARE STILL PRETTY NEAT:

One goal for each new patreon so

1 New Patreon: Starting off light but still juicy, I will review the complete season one of Amphibia across two posts. I’ve already rewatched the season recently, so all someone has to do is sign up and i’ll get on it in septmeber in time for season 3! And that’s not the only show as i’ll also review BOTH seasons of the birdtastic show after my own heart Tuca and Bertie! 

2 New Patrons: This one’s a big lighter but you still get some neat things: for my scottaholics in the audience I will review the rest of Brian Lee O’Malley’s works so far: Lost at Sea (his first graphic novel) Seconds (his first post scott work) and Snotgirl (his first ongoing and first work he didn’t draw himself), which follow a girl trying to reclaim her soul/cat, an immature restrauntieur who discovers reality changing muschrooms, and an influencer who might of done a murder. For those who don’t really like Scott Pilgrim i’ll review a buch of paramount plus shows first seasons: Kamp Korral, the rugrats rugboot and iCarly. So if any of that sounds good get on the bus won’t you?

3 New Patrons: My juicest one and one that stands alone: I will review the complete first season of the Owl House across two posts. Every episode, every bit of lumity progressoin, every bit of foreshadowing in hindsight, all for you, all if three people join my patron. So if you want more bisexual magic, step up. 

4 New Patrons: Duck Goals Woo-Ooo! This one unlocks a review from Duck Master Carl Barks EVERY MONTH. Not only that I will be taking suggestoins from my patrons , meaning you can help decide which ones I do! And while tha’ts plenty i’m jucing this one up as getting me this far also nets a review of This Duckburg Like, the interquel podcast that’s given us our last ducktales content for what will likely be an eternity. 

5 New Patrons: Gravity Falls Retrospective! I”m not only talking both season of Alex Hirsch’s era defining masterpice, but also the side materials I have acess to: the shorts, Journal #3, and the lost legends tie in comic. I”d throw legend of the gnome gemulets in there two if I had a working 2ds or 3ds bu tas it stands this is what I got. 

6 New Patrons: Avatarverse Retrospective. No not James Cameron the Bravest Pioneer’s movie he wants to turn into a franchise despite NO ONE wanting this please stop James, we’re begging you. Of course i’m talking about Avatar the Last Airbender, the epic franchise that’s blowing up in size. This will include all three books of Avatar: The Last Airbender, All Four Books of the Legend of Korra, and all the juicy side stuff I can cover: the sequel comics for both series, the kioshi novels and the eye gougingly bad M Night Shamlyn Movie. Yes I really will   myself to that. I have not till now i’m happy that way but I will sufer for you. Speaking of suffering:

7 New Patrons: It’s a crapstravaganza!  If i’ve made it this far I clearly have enough fan support that I can fly into the eye of the crapstorm so i’m going to review some of the worst things I can think of:  * Chuck Austen’s X-Men the run that dared to ask the tough questions your coke addleed uncle you don’t let see your kids would like “What if Angel could cure AIDS with his blood and had sex with a minor while her parents watched?” “What if a rouge relgious sect tried to make Nightcrawler pope and then desingrate people with commuiion wafers in a scheme that makes no sense?” and “What if an x-man made a plant horny?”  * America: The comic that has the infamous and oft used by me line to compare it to other bad lines “What in the holy menstration are you doing here”. And it’s still not the most bonkers thing int his somehow 12 ISSUE SERIES tha twastes one of marvels best creations.  * The Prince: Aka that series HBO what farted out onto the service with no intention of renewal after realizing “Holy shit we greenlit this what is wrong with us” which is basically family guy but with the royal family. I’d say it was a somehow worse family guy but Famiily Guy once had an episode that was about 22 minutes of transphobic punchlines so as long as there isn’t an episode of that your good.  * Mordecai is a Bastard Man: Aka that arc of Regular Show that took a ship I really liked, Mordecai and CJ, and then destoryed it with cheating, attempted murder and saxophone.  *Star Vs Final Arc: Aka a look at how a once great show descended into a mess with unfinished plot lines, wasted characters and a finale so terrible it’s only topped by “Kids this is the story of how I really want you to say it’s okay to bang aunt robin” 8 New Patrons: Infinity Train, all four books and any finale movie if it happens. (Please let it happen) All aboard! 9 New Patrons: Two juicy disney retrospectives! The Incredibles (both movies and both comics series) and Darkwing Duck (Both the Boom! and Joe Books runs) Let’s get incredibly dangerous! 10 New Patrons: My highest tier for now and i’ts anothe rdouble feature and two big projects. If you get me this far, you’ve earned em: A She Ra and the Pricesses of Power Retrospective and a Bojack Horseman retrospective. The two greatest things Netflix has made back to back for life. 

And THAT’S NOT ALL... as I said I have some special stretch goals JUST FOR THIS PLEDGE DRIVE. 

SPECIAL DRIVE SPECIFIC GOALS BABY!:

These are a simple five extra projects for hitting the goals within the rest of the drive FROM AUGUST 1ST TO AUGUST 31ST. I will not add these to the regular goals for a full year if you do not reach them, so one buck helps you unlock projects that otherwise might not happen for YEARS. Like the other goals their measured by patrons but ONLY for this month sooooo

1 New Patron: Quack Pack series review! the most hated Disney Afternoon show in one big two part review. God help me. 2 New Patrons: Rise of the TMNT Retrospective: Both seasons, a movie and regular coverage on the offchance a third season hopefully gets greenlit.  3 New Patrons: Peanuts and Garfield Specials retrospective!: Retrospectives for the technicolor years long world of Peanuts specials and the shorte rlived but still neat garfield specails. All the specials plus all the animated movies for both!  4 New Patrons: Craig of the Creek-AThon: Rewatching season one and watching BOTH seasons i’ve missed since then with full reviews as well as reviews of each bomb of episodes as their released on teh app from here on out!  5 New Patrons: Steven Universe Retrospective! All 5 seasons, The Movie, Future, the comics, graphic novels and games. EVERY. THING. 

So if ANY of this sounds enticing 

STOP BY MY PATREON RIGHT HERE IN THIS LINK, SIGN UP TODAY, HELP ME GET PAID DOING WHAT I LOVE AND GET REVIEWS FOR EVERYBODY. YOU WON’T REGRET IT AND YOU’LL BE MAKING MY LIFE BETTER. 

And even if you can’t support it feedback on the goals, reblogs to get the word out and general words of encouragment are appricated so join me as I try to get at least one extra dollar a month in the span of this month. PITTER PATTER, let’s get at er!

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

The Most Beautiful Place on Earth

Master List

Warnings: Brief fighting and alludes to sex and past violence. Swearing(but you should know that about my stories)

~~

“God I can’t believe how fucking clingy you’re being.” His shouted words bounced off the walls of your shared house, enveloping the both of you in anger.

“Clingy?” You shout back, “All I wanted was one more night with you.” 

“We fucking live together, at the end of the night, I’m always back here.”

“Tonight was different. At least when you go on tour, I can see you, I can come visit or call you. This is you leaving for a long time, with no way to contact me.” You couldn’t continue shouting, this argument had been happening since you got back from dinner with the boys almost twenty minutes ago.

“I don’t need to always contact you! I’m not going to die doing my service, and I always come back. After every tour, every long day, I’m always coming home, with or without texting you all the time.” 

“And what if one day you don't!” You finally erupt, you didn’t shout, instead spoke as evenly as possible, trying to hold back tears as the real reason you were upset finally came out. “What about when you do get hurt? Do you ever think about what it feels like to be the person that loves you? Every time I hear you got too drunk, or forget to eat or have some girl grind on you for a dance, do you have any idea how much it hurts?”

“So that's what this is about? What, you’re jealous of my backup dancers?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jiyong? Were you listening to anything else I said?” You sigh. 

“What do you want from me?” He demands, throwing his arms in the air, and that's when it happened:

You flinched. 

You hadn’t meant to, but when his arms came up, your body responded on its own accord, jolting and shrinking. His eyes went wide, and he stepped forward slightly as your hands began to shake. 

“Baby.” He began, voice softening. 

���I’m sorry.” You almost squeaked, stepping away from him in embarrassment. “I should go. Good luck with your enlistment.” You sped from the room, not bothering to grab your keys, only leaving the house with the clothes on your back. 

Jiyong hated himself at that moment, for not understanding you, for yelling, for hurting you without even realizing it. What kind of boyfriend was he? Calling you was a bust, you had shut your phone off, and not even Daesung, who was your second favorite of the group, could get a hold of you. The following morning, as he was driven to his checkpoint, his heart broke further knowing you weren’t there, and that you might not be there when he was finally free to leave. 

Months he spent wallowing in his guilt, not knowing that you had been doing the same. The day he left, you returned to the house, and spent the day lying on the couch in one of his sweaters, crying. You hated yourself too, for the way you had reacted, for yelling, for not just telling him the truth before. How could he forgive you for that?

Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months, but you remained stagnant. Your life was a cycle of sleep, work, eat, repeat until July came around, and the one and only Choi Seunghyun showed up at your door with a bottle of wine, some sushi, and an entire cake. He didn’t give you a chance to speak, instead swooped down with a kiss on each cheek before sauntering to your dining room. 

“Seunghyun? Oppa, what are you doing here?” You finally managed to get out, closing the door and following him. 

“Well, I was discharged today, and I missed you and wanted to know if you were okay.” He turns back around, waving the bottle. “Are your glasses in the same place?”

“Um, yeah. You know you could have called me right?” The older man shrugs, offering another grin. 

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise date.” You can’t help the surprise that takes over your face. Date?

“Seunghyun Oppa, look-” You begin, watching him raiding your kitchen for what he needs. 

“Wow, this is so much cleaner than my house.” He interrupts. 

“Listen, what I was going to say-”

“Should we use chopsticks or just eat with our hands?” He turns back to you with a childish grin. You sigh in annoyance. 

“Seunghyun Oppa-” 

“Ah! I found forks, that’ll work!”

“Oi!” Your shout finally makes him stop rummaging and look at you. “Are you done interrupting me?” He doesn’t answer, just raises an eyebrow. “I think you’re fantastic, you’re an amazing friend, but you never do this kind of thing. The only people who took me out on surprise dates other than Ji were Hyorin and Daesung.” He opens his mouth to say something, but you hold up a hand to stop him. “And if this is some attempt and flirting, I have to decline.” “How come?” He pouts, plopping into one of the bar stools lining your breakfast bar. “Because one, you’re Jiyong’s best friend, and even if we were broken up, I still wouldn’t do that to him. Two, I-” You hesitate, suddenly feeling small. “I love Ji, and I probably always will.” 

“Good to hear.” You’re immediately confused. 

“What?”

“I’ll be honest, part of me did miss you, you are my best friend’s girlfriend after all, and an honorary member of the group, but I’m mostly here because of what happened before he enlisted.” Guilt swept over you, sinking your shoulders. 

“He told you?” He nods, patting the stool next to him. He doesn’t speak for a few minutes, instead simply plates some sushi for you both. You can’t bring yourself to say anything either, not wanting to interrupt whatever it was he was preparing to say. “I didn’t get to speak to him much, but he told me you argued, and he scared you. He said you ran off, and no one could get ahold of you.” You nod along, poking your sushi with the tip of your finger. “He also said, he regretted every bit of it, that he understood where you were coming from, that he never wanted to scare you, and that he wished you had gotten the chance to talk before he left.” He sips his wine, glancing down at your hunched figure. “What’s your side?”

“It’s pretty much the same. We were arguing and I don’t even know why I flinched. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t want him thinking I didn’t trust him, so I ran. I felt so stupid and I couldn’t face him. I’ve wanted to contact him but I don’t know how, or if he even wants me to.” 

“Do you want to know what I think?” You nod, finally looking up at the man. “I think you’re both fucking idiots.” You don’t know how to respond, instead you can only blink down at your food. “He’s an idiot for not listening and being a general pain in the ass, and you’re an idiot for not talking to him and running away. Mostly, however, you two are idiots cause you don’t really trust each other as much as you should.” 

“I trust him!” You try to defend. 

“Then why were you upset about him dancing with other girls?” 

“Because one of these days he’s gonna find someone better!” You cave, “Because he’s fucking G Dragon, and any girl who likes boys is gonna think the world of him, he could have anyone and he settled for me.” 

“He didn’t settle. He loves you, and you need to trust that he does and that he would never hurt you on purpose.” He lets out a small chuckle. “You should have heard the way he talked about you when you agreed to go on a date, he spent hours telling me all about you. How pretty you were, how smart, and all about your incredible fashion. He was terrified you were gonna think the worst of him and only agreed so he’d leave you alone.” You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you when he tells you this. 

“Really? I was so nervous about saying yes, I almost blacked out every time he talked to me.” Laughter from both of you echoes around the empty house for a moment, leaving a smile on your face. 

“Can I give you some advice?” 

“Something tells me you will even if I say no.” He shrugs, staring into his wine. 

“I think you should be there when he gets out. I think the two of you should leave the city for a little while, just the two of you, and work things out.”

“I think you’re right.” You realize, nodding. 

“I know I’m right, now eat your sushi, I want cake.” 

~~

The wait until October seems too short, but it takes you longer than you’d like to admit to get everything ready for your mini vacation. Five days in Bora Bora, that way if things did go south, you could easily distract yourselves with sunny beaches and overpriced alcohol. You had yet to pack, not wanting to force Ji into this mini-vacation, and also so that you could pack together like you used to. Instead, you had spent the entire day before he was set to come home cleaning the entire house and double-checking your plans with his manager. 

All the preparation you had done didn’t stop your hands from shaking as you pulled up to the address you had been given. You were dressed up a little, a Burberry coat over a Chanel sweater, with a few Cartier diamond pieces of jewelry, all of which he had bought you over the three years you had been together. Somehow, despite the effort you had put into your look, he looked so much better with his bare face and military uniform, then again, he had always seemed to look better than you. He was waving to the crowd by the time you finally convinced yourself to get out of the car, and the moment you did, several people noticed you. Fans immediately turned to take photos, a few guards offered you smiles, and his manager waved, catching his attention. The next few seconds passed in slow motion. 

First, he turned following his manager’s gaze, and the confusion on his face instantly morphed into one of glee. The bouquet in his hands was slapped against his manager’s chest as he sprinted towards you. By the time he had reached you tears had already begun falling down your cheeks, and you had your arms open to catch him on instinct. Once his arms were wrapped around you, all the pain and regret you had been carrying these past months vanished. Jiyong didn’t hate you, he was here, and he was just as happy to see you as you were him. His cheeks were damp as he pushed his face into the crook of your neck, and your own were no better. 

“Are you crying?” You murmur, barely loud enough for you both to hear. 

“I missed you so much. I’m so sorry-”

“Not here, babe, let’s go home and talk, okay?” He nods, pulling away slightly to wipe his eyes. He places a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth before turning to the crowd. 

“Thank you for coming to see me today! Please go home safely.” He smiles, waving excitedly before moving around the car to climb in the passenger seat. 

“Thank you for greeting him so warmly, please stay safe and warm, and continue supporting Big Bang! Fighting!” You call out, waving, “We’ll be leaving first, so get home safely please.” You give the crowd one more wave before getting into the car and driving off, offering his manager a small salute as you pass him. Jiyong’s hand entwined with yours the instant you began driving away. 

“I didn’t expect you to be here today.” He confesses after a moment. 

“To be honest, I didn’t know if I was going to come myself. Seunghyun Oppa came by the house just after his discharge and gave me some advice.” 

“What did he say?”

“He said we don’t trust each other enough. That it's why we were fighting, and why I-” You hesitate, the guilt creeping back into your bones.  

“Why you flinched.”

“Yeah.” The car is silent for a moment as you both try to figure out what to say. “I’m sorry, Ji. I don’t know why I flinched. I’ve never thought, even for a moment that you’d hurt me physically.” 

“Just emotionally?”

“Yeah.” Somehow, it feels good to say just that one word, though it may hurt him, it needed to be said. “Seunghyun Oppa said we should get away for a while, to work on us.” 

“That sounds nice. Where do you want to go?”

“I may have already planned something.” You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your lips at your own words. “Look in the glove box, the red envelope.” 

“Bora bora?” He’s grinning when you glance over at him, “These are for tomorrow.”

“Yes, they are.” 

~~

That night feels like both the start and end to something, but you’re not even sure what. Maybe it's the end of whatever you were before, maybe it was just the end of too many lonely nights, but either way, as you lay tangled in your sheets together, pressed together, you know this was the start of an all-new chapter in your lives. 

“So, Bora Bora, why there?” He mumbles, fingers tracing patterns into the skin of your bare back. 

“Our first date we talked about places we always wanted to visit, and you said Bora Bora.” 

“I did, didn’t I.” He chuckles, “Of course you remember that.” 

“You don’t remember what I said?” You huff playfully.

“Of course I do.” He defends himself, “I just can’t take you there.”

“Then what did I say?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him properly. 

“The most beautiful place on Earth.”

“And why can’t we go?” You pout. He grins, leaning up to press his lips to yours. 

“Because the most beautiful place is anywhere I can see you.”

[a-musing-mixologist]

(On A03 here)

15 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Just you wait.  Imma find you yo.

[To: Phones]: Ill bring you back.

[To: Phones]:  You gotta hang in there

16 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  That Reaper did something dammit.  Its like only me an Shiki remember you.

[To: Phones]:  But dont worry once I get ya back well fix this.

[To: Phones]:  Gonna scour Shibuya till I find out whats goin on.

17 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  You better be alive Phones.

[To: Phones]:  Ya know what I mean...

18 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  AARGH

[To: Phones]:  Aint no sign of any Reapers.  They gotta be here.

[To: Phones]:  Ill figure this out

20 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Aint stopped searching.  I know you out there

[To: Phones]:  I can feel it yo.  You can too right?

[To: Phones]:  We still synced I know it.

22 November 2018

[To: Phones]: still looking

[To: Phones]:  Are you even getting these

[To: Phones]:  Aint matter...

[To: Phones]:  Your number ain't showin as disconnected.  Thats something.

13 November 2018

[To: Phones]: I guess this ain't a normal Reapers Game.  Youd be back now...

[To: Phones]: Not like any of us expected it to be.

25 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Had a weird dream.

[To: Phones]: Like I was figthin by your side again.  But I aint know where it was.

[To: Phones]: Not Shibuya.

29 November 2018

[To: Phones]:  Still nothing.  Aint gonna stop me.

[To: Phones]:  I miss you... (unsent)

1 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Still looking.

5 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Raining.  Skating in the rain kind of sucks.

7 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Had that weird dream again.

[To: Phones]:  I know that means you still out there.

10 December 2018

[To: Phones]: You better be hanging in there.

[To: Phones]:  I aint think it was gonna take this long.

[To: Phones]:  Even if ya got screwed over like our Game... you should be back by now right?

[To: Phones]:  They really pulling some shit.

[To: Phones]:  I can't stand it yo.

15 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  It actually snowed a bit.  Weird.

[To: Phones]:  Maybe one day Ill learn to snowboard.

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Had to take a family holiday photo ugh.

[To: Phones]:  If the Reapers is looking for more ways to torture people

[To: Phones]:  That's one of them.

20 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  It's COLD.  I hope it aint like this where you are.

23 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Dont think Im giving up yo.

[To: Phones]:  Had that dream again.

24 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Rhyme made like 300 Christmas cookies.

25 December 2018

[To: Phones]:  Merry Christmas

[To: Phones]: I ate too much

17 December 2018

[To: Phones]: Dammit where ARE you.

1 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  New year new chances to find you.

5 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  You holdin up?

10 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Still cold.

17 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  Shiki and Eri's are gonna try selling their stuff

20 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  IM GONNA FIND YOU DAMN IT

[To: Phones]: I can still feel it.  I know you there even if you aint get these.

23 January 2019

[To: Phones]:  You got Partners again?  I hope you ain't alone...

[To: Phones]:  It's been so long

[To: Phones]:  But these are still going through...

[To: Phones]: And I can still feel you.  I know thats what this feeling is.

27 January 2019

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up

[To: Phones]:  I miss you.  (unsent)

[To: Phones]:  You should be here by now (unsent)

1 February 2019

[To: Phones]: Shiki and Eri's stuff is really takin' off.

12 February 2019

[To: Phones]:  Sorry school and shit getting to me

[To: Phones]: Even if I aint check in Im still here

[To: Phones]: And still looking

20 February 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be kickin Noise and Reaper ass yo.

3 March 2019

[To: Phones]:  Rhyme is really into computers now

[To: Phones]: I ain't understand shit.

[To: Phones]:  At least she aint talk like Tabooty

17 March 2019

[To: Phones]: You better be ok.

27 March 2019

[To: Phones]: I totally aced a test today!

29 March 2019

[To: Phones]:  That dream...

[To: Phones]:  Where ARE you (unsent)

5 April 2019

[To: Phones]:  Still looking

12 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Thought by now I'd track down at least one Reaper yo.

[To: Phones]: Aint like Pixie Chick blends in

20 April 2019

[To: Phones]: Damn it Phones where the hell are you

[To: Phones]:  Shibuya feels like its moving on

[To: Phones]: Its just wrong yo.

27 April 2019

[To: Phones]:  I know there's Reapers in the RG

[To: Phones]: I swear I'll find 'em and make 'em talk.

5 May 2019

[To: Phones]: Is this hopeless?  (unsent)

[To: Phones]:  Well I guess we know who's got the higher Noise Erased count now.

20 May 2019

[To: Phones]:  I think I've memorized every side street and alleyway in this city.

[To: Phones]: When you back Ill be able to show you around blindfolded.

2 June 2019

[To: Phones]:  HOT.

13 June 2019

[To: Phones]: People really love Mr. Mew

[To: Phones]: Shiki an Eri might be getting an actual shop to sell stuff in.

24 June 2019

[To: Phones]: I want to go to the beach.

[To: Phones]: You ever gone there?

[To: Phones]: Can't imagine you in trunks.

[To: Phones]: akljf;ds

5 July 2019

[To: Phones]:  How you holdin up

18 July 2019

[To: Phones]: Who decided hot and sticky was a good temperature for anything

29 July 2019

[To: Phones]: I aint giving up you better not either.

1 August 2019

[To: Phones]:  Rhyme is scary good with computers.  She said something about hacking.  Should I be afraid?

17 August 2019

[To: Phones]: Guess who fought a cicada.

22 August 2019

[To: Phones]: The hell is with these dreams.

5 September 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain't know how many times Ive walked the same streets.

6 September 2019

[To: Phones]: Dont think that last text means I given up. I aint.

20 September 2019

[To: Phones]: This city has changed so much. So many new places.

[To: Phones]: Can't wait to show you.

1 October 2019

[To: Phones]:  How many Noise you beat by now?

10 October 2019

[To: Phones]: Everyone wants to go to Shibuya Halloween this year.

31 October 2019

[To: Phones]: THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I AIN'T NEVER SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE.

[To: Phones]:  It took 45 minutes to leave the station and get across the Scramble.

[To: Phones]: We were all bullied into wearing Mr. Mew costumes.

[To: Phones]: Rhyme wants me to clarify that only I was bullied.

7 November 2019

[To: Phones]: Really hoped with all those Halloween vibes that maybe something would turn up.

[To: Phones]: All that stuff about ghosts and shit.

[To: Phones]: Still nothing.

20 November 2019

[To: Phones]: I ain't giving up.

1 December 2019

[To: Phones]: It's December again...

19 December 2019

[To: Phones]: You really gotta see all these lights

[To: Phones]:  One day.

20 December 2019

[To: Phones]: No escape from Family Holiday Photos.

24 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Too many Christmas cookies.

25 December 2019

[To: Phones]: Merry Christmas kick some Noise ass.

1 January 2020

[To: Phones]: This will be the year.

1 February 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok so maybe it wasn't the month. But it's still gonna be the year.

4 March 2020

[To: Phones]: Im sorry I couldnt find you sooner (unsent)

[To: Phones]: This is takin longer than I thought.

17 March 2020

[To: Phones]: You got this.

1 April 2020

[To: Phones]: Aint giving up.

1 May 2020

[To: Phones]: Sorry... school and shit.

[To: Phones]: Dont worry though.  Im still here.

[To: Phones]: I know you are too.

1 June 2020

[To: Phones]:  I hope its cooler wherever you are.

1 July 2020

[To: Phones]: Even CAT hasn't done anything in months.  I wonder what happened to Mr H.

1 August 2020

[To: Phones]:  Still get those dreams once in a while

[To: Phones]: Do you...

1 September 2020

[To: Phones]: Fall again...

1 October 2020

[To: Phones]: Ok this year we'll be prepared for Shibuya Halloween.

31 October 2020

[To: Phones]:  Ok ain't no way to prepare for that.

[To: Phones]: One of these days you gonna suffer with us.

1 November 2020

[To: Phones]:  I will find you.  No matter how long it takes.

1 December 2020

[To: Phones]:  December again...

[To: Phones]: Damn it.

[To: Phones]: Please be alright.

1 January 2021

[To: Phones]: OK THIS YEAR.  I KNOW IT.

[To: Phones]: I wonder what you look like now.

[To: Phones]: Will I recognize you? (unsent)

10 January 2021

[To: Phones]: Fuck.  College is next year...

1 February 2021

[To: Phones]: Gatto Nero is gonna get a shop in 104!  Can you believe it?

1 March 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she working on something.  Iono what that means...

1 April 2021

[To: Phones]: That dream again.  Something feels different yo.

1 May 2021

[To: Phones]: Somethin's weird.  Aint had a feeling like this in a long time.

[To: Phones]: Hang in there.

1 June 2021

[To: Phones]: Pins are getting popular again. Even Gatto Nero's getting' in on it.  You outta see these designs!

1 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Rhyme says she close to a breakthrough.  I aint know on what but she says its gonna help.

27 July 2021

[To: Phones]: Something is definitely goin down yo.  You feel it too?

[To: Phones]: We close, I know it.

[To: Phones]: This time fo sho.

[To: Phones]: You comin home.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Ep33 S4 pt 1: Deus Ex US Military

Been a little distracted but was reminded--yo--I gotta finish S4 of Yugioh this year. I think I can do it. There’s like...what...two episodes left? Three? Like I don’t want to tempt 2020, but like...I think I can finish this thing.

That and a bunch of my Photoshop files corrupted, I don’t know why, I’m very scared for my hard drive, and I need to do a big ol defrag and hope that’s enough. Really hoping this is my bad and not my computer’s bad. I’m pretty hard on this computer when I paint digitally.

and I was immediately gifted by the anime gods because yo, it’s my favorite storyboarder! They're back to carry me through my election burn out, every episode they touch has so much style and no matter how freakin weird or confusing the plot is, this storyboarder/animation team doesn’t seem to care. They will this kids show about cards with this attention to detail. They just have a lot of enthusiasm and that’s a thing about anime that I really like to see. No matter how weird it is, you gotta go 150% without any shame. Love it. Love to see em back.

First off, that earthquake from last episode?

Just a little bigger of an earthquake than I originally thought, coincidentally, this is when Roland shows up, only to realize that he’s like...10 minutes to late.

Well, maybe a little longer than 10 minutes when you consider that Mai freakin died and Yugi almost died, and Joey is absolutely dead and being carried across Tristan’s back.

Anyway, Roland just walked into a whole lot and is just trying to process his life. Roland is all of us in October/November of 2020.

If Roland only knew how many times Seto and Mokuba have totally biffed it when he wasn’t looking.

Like for reals...how is Roland still alive? Like...I don’t think the guy has ever died. Not even once. Maybe that’s Roland’s superpower as the secret FourthKaiba, by just being the only one to stay very far away from the constant BS strewn at this family.

Roland is just...too inept to die. He’s always too far away, he comes after the big bad has already murdered a few people, he’s just...too bad at his job to ever be a target. Live long, Roland. The Kaiba who was the smartest of all by actually being the dumbest.

Also, look at him parking far enough away on the actual helicopter landing pad. He is the only ‘Kaiba’ that follows the law. This could also be the other reason for his secret to longevity.

(read more under the cut)

Faced with a stairwell between their freedom and this weird earthquake chasm that just opened on the top story of this building, Yami decides it’s his job to carry...................

...................Raphael.

(Never forget that we know the exactly weight of Yugi Muto.)

And like Yami is weirdly strong because of magic powers but like...maybe Yami should take Joey and then Tristan should pick up Raphael? I’d say Tea could also pick up Raphael, but I feel like she just wouldn’t want to.

TBQH maybe the reason that Yami is carrying Raphael is because literally no one else feels like it? Like no one likes this guy?

Just kinda feels like Yami is holding onto Raphael out of a sunk-cost fallacy. He’s already done so much work to this guy, can’t lose him now. Gotta save Raphael to make up for killing Gurimo, Weevil, and Yugi. Can’t fail a fourth time.

Anyway, you know what else this storyboarder is good at?

How did they even get reference for drawing this? They didn’t, right? They’re just so good at art that they were like “I can draw ANY person in ANY outfit straight up the crotch, I dare you.”

Seto decides to...not help out, much like virtually all of Yami’s other friends, who also just kinda...yelled and cried at this situation instead of...helping.

Which is fine, because the stairwell gave out and then Raphael decided to uhhhh throw this directly at me.

Just one more yeet for the road. Youknow this guy has yeeted the Pharaoh not once but twice in one season, and both times he just chucked him like he was made out of foam core. (Also, please admire the millennium puzzle in this shot going out at like a 90 degree angle. Just...A+, this storyboarder is hilarious)

At first, I really thought Yami was dabbing his way over that ledge.

In a moody shot with his hair and his jacket swaying in the breeze, almost designed for you to lift and stick into your Youtube AMVs, Seto looked onward and seemed...kind of bored because no one’s throwing any cards. And like who can blame him, he has been on the top of so many ledges and so many buildings that he’s seen Yami make this same speech of “DON’T DO THIS DAMN LEDGE THING I SWEAR TO GODS” like...so many times.

He just immediately accepts Yugi died and is like “Well I guess that makes me king of games.”

And Raphael, after like several minutes of begging Yami to just let him die, decides to let go of that ledge on his own, because this is Yugioh, and you gotta fit in that suicide within the first 10 minutes of the episode. Which, PS, is not the weirdest thing that happened this episode.

And because Roland is freakin late to everything, he showed he could have done this the entire time. Honestly I think Roland just didn’t want to deal with Raphael. We can blame this on Roland, right?

PS we never see this building again in this episode.

I don’t know........why they bothered showing this. If anything it makes the next plot twist more weird because it’s like...what was the point of the random ass earthquake and the random ass concept art building if we, in fact, aren’t coming back here???

I mean I guess it’s a nice shot for your Artstation portfolio, good on you, Yugioh background artist.

Unfortunately this chip contains Seto Kaiba’s greatest weakness. (SanDisk card? Jump drive? Which PS--if they had jump drives this whole time, why was Seto using floppies earlier in the season? Like what happened there?)

And then, with the hatch of their helicopter just wide open, no one in a seat belt, and walking away from the destruction of one of the largest buildings in San Fransisco, finally the cops showed up. Real cops this time, not possessed cops. Also, it’s the Marines.

Am I going to get my Monty Python ending? I mean...if cops can recognize these kids in this universe...I might get my Monty Python ending. :) :) :)

For some reason, back on the mean streets of San Fransisco with no people left alive in it, Rebecca just kinda started losing her mind. Maybe this was to make up for the 2 seasons I had to watch Duke Devlin flirt with a 12 yo? That now we have to suffer Duke saddled with this small crazy person?

This small crazy person who is painted as this intolerable person next to Duke Devlin, but is also a love interest for the main character? Like Yugi’s into some weird ass angry girls.

PS the orcs were no longer needed for the plot so they have turned into streams of light in order to join with the Leviathan mass. So now Rebecca and Duke Devlin will just have literally nothing to do for the rest of the season. I guess they can go to Ghiradelli square...someone’s gotta eat that ice cream before it melts.

Also this happened.

In case you were like “Wow Rach, you didn’t update the Death Count, how dare you”--it’s because I uh...completely forgot that the Oricalchos crew is immune to fall damage. Raphael’s just fine now. He fell down 50 stories...and then 50 stories fell on him...but don’t think about it.

Meanwhile, on the back of some aircraft carrier, far into international waters, the kids get recruited into the military of a foreign country and it’s just as weird as you think it is.

Hey guys.

So, Bandit Keith was weirdly in Hell this season for no reason, right? What if he died offscreen because, earlier in the season, the US military threw him at Dartz because they couldn’t get a hold of Yugi or Kaiba? What about that headcanon? What if that’s why his angry ghost wanted revenge?

Anyway, they join the ranks of Shadow T. Hedgehog, which makes sense because...these guys look like human OC’s of Shadow the hedgehog already.

Sorry I just had a moment because Shadow uses guns a lot despite not needing them at all so “people won’t get uncomfortable with how powerful he is” while in Yugioh they can’t even...show a gun. That really is...you ever think about how weird that is? That Shadow the Hedgehog, a strange remix of a 90′s sega mascot, has a million giant guns but Kaiba’s actual gun (which, apparently he does have in the Japanese version of this show) got edited out completely?

Sometimes it just dawns on me and I have a moment.

Now the US Military just hand delivering them to Dartz is so wild because their reason for the USA not doing anything on their own with their fleets and fleets of ships is:

Have you MET the US? I live here, and if we were like given the choice to shoot the ocean...or just die...we’d be like “wait...for reals? So no one gets hurt, we just shoot guns at the water? You mean we finally found our true calling? For REALS? I just shoot this water bucket!??? FOR REALS????” and it would become a national holiday. All pop songs would be devoted to it. Our ancestors would make movies about it.

I mean, our dumbass president considered nuking a hurricane in 2019...in case you forgot because damn, it’s been a STUPID 4 YEARS. (And you better have voted already because for reals do not make me go through 4 more years of this. I do not think this blog would survive it...or the hurricanes that will keep getting nuked.)

Also....the show actually threw the word “proof” out there. Seriously show? You OK?

I figured the mind control situation would be a better reason not to arrest Dartz other than “Dartz is just so good at covering up his tracks” when the TRACKS have a broken down Caltrain on one side of them, and the other side of the tracks have the rest of that same Caltrain at the bottom of a river.

Seto is not amused but he never is. He will take this Nobel Peace Prize and step up to the microphone at the UN and be like “I WANTED IT TO BE A CARDS PRIZE.”

PS--we HAVE a map already, right? Raphael died to give us this map--and then didn’t die, but it’s not like anyone else here knows that. So like...why did we need the US Military to show up at all? Why is this scene important? Other than to look cool, I guess? Like...

...why is the US military here we already have a Deus Ex Machina delivered by Raphael? At least that one was deserved--the whole point of that duel was to get this MAP.

A map that we are never going to use.

...There’s a good chance that two writers wrote this episode in two different buildings and just...glued the two halves together. Animation is wild. Weird ‘Cinema sins’ things like this happen...all the time. This one though, this one is kind of funny because it’s a ton of wasted effort on the very best storyboarder.

Anyway I broke this up into two segments because I’m tired, and also, while a lot of people like long posts, the smaller posts are kinda easier to read. More will be upcoming in like...I dunno it really depends on a lot of things right, now, I’ve been having a time, but at least Yugioh is always there to enjoy. Maybe I’ll need so much distraction you’ll get an update tomorrow? Good things can happen, and it’s not like I get to do anything else for Halloween.

Happy Halloween Y’all! Lets make the most of it!

(here’s a link to read these in chrono order)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[crewhonk]

Only Happy Accidents (one)

Summary: Steve Rogers can, in fact, be seduced by a good drink and better sex-puns

Warnings: Porn leading to plot, sex under the influence, lack of sexual protection (wrap your wang before you bang. Yo’ life aint fan fiction), marking kink

Songs: “I’m Just A Girl”- No Doubt / “Woman”- Wolfmother / “My Neck” July Talk (anything by July talk) / “Wait By The River”- Lord Huron

Masterlist

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October 31st / 1 Year After the Battle of Thanos / 0 Months

It was supposed to be a calm Halloween night in the bar across the Street from Bucky Barnes’ apartment in Manhattan. It was supposed to be a night where Steve Rogers (previously Captain America) could dress up as a firefighter with his brothers and dance the night away, a flask of Thors’ mead in his pocket. It was supposed to be a night where Steve Rogers would go home at ten, be in bed by eleven and be asleep by midnight. 

It wasn’t supposed to be a night where he would meet a sexy pirate at the bar. It wasn’t supposed to be a night where she would introduce herself as YN and they would do shots together and laugh as if they had been best friends since birth. It wasn’t supposed to be a night where he took her hand and dragged her to the dance floor (much to his best friends’ amusement) and pulled her to his chest. It wasn’t supposed to be a night where this woman would press herself into him as if it’s where she belonged and pulled his head down to hers, lips moulding as the bass thumped in their hearts. It wasn’t supposed to be a night where she would bite his lip and whisper;

“Let’s get out of here.”

It wasn’t supposed to be a night that he would listen to her— pulling his jacket from his chair at their table, calling to Sam and Bucky and Natasha to ‘not wait up!’ before jogging out of the bar to the cool October air, where she would be waiting. 

But, here he was, arm wrapped around this strangers shoulder and letting her lead him to her home. The way home had been longer than usual— he couldn’t help himself but take her face and wrap his lips around hers, pressing her to the brick walls as she fisted his shirt, making small noises he only wanted to be louder. 

“Come on, fireman. Let’s get you home and—“

“Don’t say it.”

“You can show me your hose.” She smiled open-mouthed as she waited for him to react to her joke. He did, laughing and pinching her thigh, making her squeal and jump. 

“You behave, Mister or else—“ She tried to threaten, backing away from him and pointing her finger at him. He stalked forward as if she were prey and pressed her against the wall once more, towering over her and making a thrill shoot up her body. His smile was genuinely amused at her, but the way he made her feel small like nobody had before made her thighs press together. 

“Or else what.” He hummed, hands planted on either side of her face and resting on his haunches, ducking down so their noses brushed. 

“You won’t get my treasure.” She whispered, eyes glinting as he growled playfully and kissed her again, pulling her to him and flexing his hips against her stomach, letting her know just how much her puns were doing it for him. She moaned breathily, tugging the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling away from him. 

“Let’s get home, yeah?”

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They crashed through her front door loudly and almost immediately sent the little bowl on the entry-way table skittering in a million pieces across the floor. His lips, still connected hungrily to hers never left as he bent over, wrapping his arms around her ass and lifted her, making her squeal into his mouth and pull him even closer. The booze in their systems made their movements clumsy and slow and laughter bubbled easily in their throats. 

“I have shoes on it’s okay— you don’t have to lift me.” She gasped, throwing her head back as his mouth trailed over her jaw and neck, biting and marking and making her shiver under his palms. 

“I want to.” He murmured, walking further into the apartment, not quite knowing where he was going but liking the way he could make her writhe. 

“I’m probably heavy—“ He hushed her with a hard kiss. 

“You’re not. I promise.”

“But—“ she protested and he palmed her ass, fingertips barely brushing her core and making her words die in her throat. 

“You’re beautiful. You’re funny. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna have my way with you, yeah?” He growled and she shivered in his arms, pressing her breasts to his chest and digging her fingers into his scalp, making him groan quietly. She could only nod, kissing him once more. 

“Which way to the bedroom, pretty thing?” He murmured. 

“Down the hall. Last door on the right? Left?” She guessed, words slow and slurred. He nodded, walking down the hall and opening a door and throwing her across the room to land on the plush bed. He wasted no time in toeing off his shoes and pulling his suspenders down before tearing his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere in the darkened room. 

He turned on a lamp, letting warm golden light flood the room and moaning at the sight of this beautiful stranger propped up on her elbows and eyeing him as if he were her last meal. He moved across the room quickly, crawling on top of her and grinding into her, making her gasp hungrily against him. 

“Fuck, Steve.” YN moaned, hands trailing over his biceps and squeezing. He flexed for her and she giggled against him, her tongue darting out and tracing his bottom lip. He sucked her tongue into his mouth easily and he quickly established his dominance, not that she was putting up too much of a fight. 

His hands coasted up the sides of her waist slowly, and she arched her back into him. He unbuttoned the last three buttons that were holding her pirate shirt together and pulled back, moaning at the sight of her pretty white bra. 

“Holy cow,” He whispered, hands hesitantly reaching out and touching the bra. At the sight of her throwing her head back on the comforter his confidence grew, and he squeezed, pushing her tits together and rolling his hips against hers. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” He whispered, more so to himself than her, but she giggled and shifted under him. 

“You are too,” She blushed and scooted back on the bed, letting the fabric fall over her shoulders and unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the bed. He moaned at the sight of her, and pulled her back to him, sucking a nipple between his teeth and squeezing her waist when she gasped shakily. 

“You’re mouth is fucking magic, Rogers.” She breathed and he smirked, kissing and nipping down her stomach and licking the waistband of her leggings. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” 

He sat back on his heels, unzipping her thigh-high heels and throwing them to the floor, kissing her ankles while making eye contact with her. He made quick work with the other one and tore the leggings down her legs, wasting no time in throwing her knees over his shoulders and nosing her sex. 

“Wait, Steve.” She spoke up through heavy breaths and he pulled away immediately. 

“Did I do something—“

“No, you’re— fuck you’re perfect, but I just wanted to say I’m not— I’m not this kind of girl… usually. I don’t do this a lot.” She corrected herself and he sent her a small smile, settling down on his elbows and kissing the swell of her pussy. She moaned and threw her head back. 

“Me neither.” He replied and pulled her underwear to the side, soaking in the glittering wetness of her sex. He wasted no time in diving in, tongue licking a fat stripe up her cunt and swirling around her clit, sucking and making her thighs shake around his head. 

“Really? You’re really—fuck— you’re really good at this.” She ran her fingers through his growing hair and tugged him closer, earning her a sharp slap to the thigh and making her jolt. 

“Behave, YN.” He said, authority in his voice. It boomed around the otherwise quiet room and YN seemed to melt into the sheets. 

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned and he hummed as he shoved two fingers into her, searching quickly for the spot that made her lose her mind and pressing hard into it when he found it. It didn’t take long for her to come. Her thighs closed around his head (he kept lapping at her, there was no way he didn’t want to taste all of her) and her back arched higher than ever. She choked out a moan, seemingly unable to breathe in or let out breath as she shook in his hands. 

She eventually relaxed, and he continued eating her out, licking everything up until she became a puddle in the sheets and she was pushing his head away as he sucked her clit again hungrily. 

“Steve, holy shit. Stop.” She gasped, already shaking again. He hummed, kissing the inside of her thigh and crawling slowly up her body, leaving wet kisses over her body and making her shiver. He hovered over her and waited for her to open her eyes before smiling widely. Her eyes immediately fell to his slick-coated lips and chin and she groaned, flipping them over and planting her mouth on his, tongue dancing with his as she unzipped his heavy, tight pants. 

“Need you inside me, now.” She grunted and pushed his pants and underwear over his ass, not even looking at the ginormous size of him before lining him up and sinking down slowly on him. She threw her head back as he bottomed out, sitting there and trying to catch her breath at the sting of him stretching her so deliciously.

“You okay, Baby Doll?” He strained, thumbing circles into her hips and waiting for her to look at him. When she did, her pupils were blown out wide, and she looked wholly wrecked. 

“Yeah,” She squeaked, settling her palms on his chest and rolling her hips experimentally. They both sucked in a breath and it took everything in him to not take her hips and slam himself into her. He forgot how sweet a tight cunt around him could be. He never wanted to forget again. 

“It’s been a while.” She gasped, rolling her hips again. Her breath caught when her clit trailed over this pelvis and he grunted when she clenched him so tightly. 

“Fuck baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight. ’S like you were made for me.” He moaned as he guided her hips slowly against his. He opened his eyes and took her in— a beautiful woman rocking herself on his cock, and his mouth went dry. 

“Fuck, Steve. You’re fucking huge.” She grunted as she picked herself up and lowered down on him quicker, pleasure shooting up her spine as she did so. 

“Move, baby. If you don’t ‘m gonna blow.” He whispered and she nodded, starting a rhythm that made him see stars. His hands gripped her hips, and he was sure they would make bruises, but the thought sent a thrill through him and he held her tighter, making her shudder. The marks he had sucked into her neck were already darkened. She was marking him, too— claw marks over his pecs proving that told him she liked the way he would roll his hips up into her. 

Their pace soon grew frenzied, desperate for their own release and using each other to get there, sounds embarrassing if they hadn’t been so damn hot. 

“‘M gonna come, Steve.” She cried out, and he rammed into her harder, thumb circling her clit and making her shout. 

“Come for me, baby. Make a fuckin’ mess. Wanna feel you around me.” He begged and she bent over, pressing her lips to his and crying out as she came hard. Her cunt tightened around him so tight he thought he would pop. He thrust rapidly into her a few more times and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. The copper of her blood filled his mouth and she moaned, the sensation triggering a second, smaller orgasm. He felt his balls give a great twitch and he shot his load deep into her, hot seed painting her walls and making her jolt. It seemed for a moment in time that the only word he would he would ever remember would be her name. 

They both came down from their highs slowly. He had pulled her to lean against him as he sat against the headboard, cock softening in her. He mouthed at the bite mark on her shoulder, murmurs of apologies on his lips as she buried her nose in his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. 

“That was— wonderful, Steve.” She whispered and she kissed him softly. The motion was a sharp contrast to their teeth and tongue kisses only minutes before. 

“It was.” He agreed, and rolled her over against her pillows softly, kissing her nose and making her giggle before pulling out slowly and making her body twitch at the feeling of him moving against her oversensitive core“Where’s the bathroom?” He asked and she murmured that it was only down the hall. 

He wet a washcloth and cleaned himself up, returning to YN’s sleepy form and cleaning her up as best he could in the low light of the room. He pulled the covers around her neck and she buried herself into the pillows and he smiled softly and turned to get dressed again when a hand caught his wrist. 

“Where you goin’?” She mumbled, and his heart swelled. 

“I just figured—“ He said. She pulled his arm and he set one knee on the bed. 

“You think I wouldn’t thank you with breakfast in the morning? Get back here, I need snuggles.” She mumbled and he smiled sheepishly. 

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude—“

“I’m inviting you. And you deserve something good for fucking destroying my cervix like that. I’m thinking waffles and whipped cream.” She commented, pulling the blankets back. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her naked body and nodded, running a hand through his hair. He figured he should have sent a text to one of his friends, but it had been so long since he did something like this that he was sure they wouldn’t mind him being MIA for too long. 

“I can do waffles.” He replied and held back a cooing noise as she pulled him close to her and curl into his side, legs wrapping around him and head buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Good.”

Steve Rogers hadn’t slept that well since Wakanda. 

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Steve woke the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, with a pounding headache and an inability to find his shirt. 

He sat up and pulled himself to the edge of the bed, rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. He groaned at the light streaming through the partially opened curtains and pulled on his boxers, padding out of the room and down the hall to find a woman who stole his breath sitting on the counter and feeding herself berries as she scrolled through her phone. 

Looking at her now, she looked young. Her long hair tumbled messily over her back and shoulders and looked as if it had been through a wind tunnel. Her lips were red and swollen and the deep purple marks on her neck and collar bones were exposed by the stretched collar of his navy blue shirt. 

Found it. 

“Morning, pretty girl.” He greeted and she jumped, squinting at him through hangover-goggles and smiling nervously. 

“Hey, Handsome.” She hummed, eyes trailing over his chest and preening at the sight of the marks she had left on him the night before. He walked over to her and pushed her knees apart, settling between her thighs and kissing her. 

“Hope that was okay.” He breathed, pulling away. She hummed absently and chased his lips with her own for another quick kiss. 

“It was. Everything was better than okay, actually.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands fell on their usual place of her hips and squeezed, making her wince. He knew it was the bruises, and his eyes dropped to the angry red print his teeth had left the night before. 

“I’m sorry for bein’ so rough with you,” He apologized and she blushed and giggled, kissing him again and winking. 

“Trust me, I’m most certainly not.” He groaned at her words and she smiled. She pushed him away from her and slid off of the counter, walking over to a machine and pulling a homemade waffle from it, adding it to a plate she had taken out of the microwave. She stirred the bowl of batter he hadn’t noticed before and poured it over the skillet, making it hiss and pop and just as she closed it, he pressed himself against her back, kissing her neck and making her moan quietly. 

“You’re beautiful, YN.” He whispered against his bite-mark and he felt the goosebumps rise on her arms. 

“And you’re horny, apparently.” She mumbled back, shifting her hips against his half-hard length. He let his hands lift the hem of his shirt she was wearing and was overjoyed to discover that she was not, in fact, wearing underwear. His fingers drifted over her pussy and he greedily dipped two fingers into her, thumbing her clit and making her clutch the counter. 

“Sitting on the counter with no panties?” He mumbled. “Naughty, naughty. What are we gonna do with you, huh?” He wondered playfully and she whimpered under his touch. When she didn’t respond, he pulled his hand from her and spun her around, reaching behind her and tearing the waffle maker plug from the outlet. 

“I’m sure you can think of something, Mr. America.” She teased, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him closer. He grunted when she dipped her fingers under the band of his boxers and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. 

“I can think of some things, myself.” She continued, pumping him twice. “Some of those ideas include the fresh whipped cream in the fridge.” She kissed his left collar bone. “Some of them include me on my knees.” She kissed his right collar bone. “Some of them include you on yours.” She kissed his throat. “Most of them include all three.” She smiled, kissing his stunned lips. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you, Doll?” He whispered brokenly and she grinned. 

“Probably, yes.”

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Steve was sat on the tile of the kitchen floor, rubbing YN’s back as she was curled in his lap. There was an empty bowl beside them, and both YN and Steve were satisfied in more ways than one. 

“YN?” He asked and she hummed in response, urging him to go on as she leaned on his shoulder, eyes closed. 

“I’d really like to see you again, sometime.” She lifted herself from his neck and raised an eyebrow mischievously. 

“Oh yeah?”

“For a date, actually. I— I like you. A lot, obviously, but I think would be really great to actually get to know you.” He said, nervously and she smiled softly. 

“You know how to work a phone?” She asked and giggled when he pretended to be offended. 

“I do, thank you very much.” He replied, pinching her hip. “I’m 106, I know my way around the block.”

“Good. Because I would like to see you, too. Very much.” She smiled and he leaned forward and kissed her softly. Somehow, the butterflies that lay dormant in her stomach for so long woke most when he did this. When his lips were soft and when his hands ran over her back and he pressed his forehead against hers, eyes still closed as he revelled in the feeling of kissing someone like her. 

“Good.”

“Good.”

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November 12th / 2 weeks later

Bucky Barnes had never seen Steve this happy in a while. Granted, he had missed 80 years of his best friends life, but from what Sam told him about Steve, he hadn’t been happy in a while, anyways. But this Steve was one that everyone was keen to keep around, despite the fact that nobody knew quite why he was like this. 

“It’s the girl, I tell you,” Natasha mumbled, flipping through his mission report and penning any spelling mistakes or grammar issues. Sam was truly great as a Captain, but the man was a stickler for proper English. 

“Which one?” He asked, coming out of the bathroom and crawling on the bed, flopping down on her lap and humming happily when her fingers found his hair. “Sharon?”

“Sexy pirate from Halloween.” She replied, underlining an entire sentence and making Bucky make a noise in the back of his throat. “And no, Sharon hasn’t been in the picture for three years or so.”

“I’m sure I didn’t get a whole sentence wrong. And, her? Really? She’s no Sharon. Or Peggy.” He commented absently, and Natasha smacked his forehead. 

“Don’t be an asshole, asshole. You saw the way she had him wrapped around his finger that night.” She warned. 

“No, I’m not— I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant she’s a civilian. She might not understand how our life works.” Bucky commented and she hummed. 

“Yeah, I guess— but the most Steve does is train new recruits and train with us. He doesn’t do missions anymore, and the most he’s out of town is when he goes down to DC to talk with the president.” 

Bucky chuckled and took the mission report from her hands, putting it on his stomach. “You mean yell at the president?”

“Same thing. And he deserves it, the presidents is a манда.” She muttered, looking down at him and tracing gentle fingertips over his face. He tugged at the blonde tips of her hair and she leaned over, kissing him softly. 

“Language, Natalia.” He chided and she rolled her eyes. 

“As if you don’t have the filthiest mouth in all eleven languages you know, Barnes.” She joked. 

“Hey, I only speak eight. Latin is a dead language, I can only write in Mandarin and ‘Dog’ doesn’t count.” He picked up the file from his stomach and read her corrections as she replied. 

“I don’t know. You and that dog in the park were having a pretty serious conversation.”

“I was a serious conversation. She had a bad day, and I was telling her that it was going to be okay. What do you mean ‘And then the asshole Captain Pigeon threw me off a god damned roof’ isn’t a professional statement?” He asked, pouting up at her.

“It would hurt Sam’s feelings.”

“Sam hurt my feelings when he threw me off the building!”

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November 31st / One month later

Steve’s good mood had disappeared almost completely. He trained his recruits harder, he spent more time at the compound gym, working out his apparent frustration, and he was especially ruthless in the sparring ring. He had been neglecting his beard which had turned into a healthy scruff, and his hair now flipped out over his ears in a way Tony would have made fun of if he were still around. 

“Come on, Man,” Sam breathed, winded from the way Steve slammed him on the ground with his full strength. 

“What?” Steve panted above him, unwrapping his knuckles and throwing the wrap into his gym bag. 

“What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been so happy since Halloween and now you’re all dark and twisty and taking it out on everyone. I’m your therapist, too you know— I know you best.” Sam replied, flinging his arms out by his side and staying on the floor. He patted the mat next to him and Steve hesitated before sitting down with him. 

“What’s goin’ on, man?”

Steve picked at his nails and shook his head. Looking up at Sam when he nudged his knee. 

“There’s this girl. The one I met at the bar? On Halloween? We uh— we did things when I was at her place and we exchanged numbers, right?” Steve rambled quickly, finding himself soon unable to stop. “And we haven’t been able to hang out a lot because she had a lot of tours to do at MOMA and I’ve been in DC a lot because well, you know. And I haven’t been able to see her since and now she hasn’t replied to me for a week and a half. I’m scared I messed things up.” He finished in one breath and Sam blinked rapidly, trying his best to digest all the information he was just given. 

“And you’re upset because you like her?”

“And I haven’t seen her since and now she’s MIA. What if something happened to her and her friends don’t know I exist and I’ll never know. Oh my God, what if the mob captured her.” Steve rambled, working himself up. Before he could be grown into a full panic attack, Sam sat up and gripped his knees hard. 

“Man, listen to me. I’m sure she’s safe.” 

“But what if she’s not?” Sam chewed his lip for a second before taking in a breath. 

“What if you got some flowers and showed up at her door? Chicks dig that kind of stuff.”

“Is that creepy? She ghosted me and now I show up at her door out of the blue? What if she tells me I suck and closes the door on my face?” Steve worried and Sam stood, pulling Steve up with him and grabbing both their bags. 

“At least you would have an answer and would be moping around for a reason. Go see a barber first though, you look like a delinquent.”

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November 31st

Steve was standing in front of the apartment 803 with a bouquet of lilies in his hand and very sweaty palms. 

“This is dumb. This so dumb.” He cursed, turning away for the third time and walking down the hallway. He jammed his free thumb onto the ‘down’ button on the elevator. When it ‘dinged’ open, Steve was about to step in when he heard her. She was laughing in her room—loudly. He could almost see her smile and feel her hands on him and Steve turned around and walked quickly to her door, knocking without thinking and waiting. 

When the door opened, it was YN. She looked tired but happy as she told someone to be quiet behind her. She looked up at Steve with a smile that melted quickly into fear and to the flowers in his hand and her expression melted to horror. She looked up at him and gaped like a fish for a few seconds before grabbing the door and slamming it shut in his face. 

What?

Steve knocked against the door again. 

“YN? Can we talk?” He sounded nervous and he cursed himself. When there was no response his shifted his weight from foot to foot and knocked again. “YN. Please, open the door.”

There was a period of silence before someone on the other side fo the door sighed and twisted the doorknob. YN appeared, expression nervous and eyes glossy. 

“YN? Are you okay?” Steve asked, almost immediately concerned. He wanted so badly to comfort her physically— to step close and wrap his arms around her. 

“Steve, I— I think you should come in. We should talk.”

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Summertime Magic XI

A/N: Your favorite artisticesthicreads’ series is back. This a the first chapter of the last five which means things may... I’ll just let y’all wait for that. *eveil laugh*

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Warning: Smut, cussing, fat slurs and angst with fluff of course.

Song Recommendation: Love Songs by Kaash Paige

Word Count: 3279

“Yes, I want you, daddy”, Y/N said as N’Jadaka had her back to the wall, face between his hands. “Why you so damn pretty, huh”, he asked smiling at her tenderly. She blushed as she shrugged and he told her in her ear “Ima have to thank ya folks later but for now”. He picked her up and threw her on to his shoulder. He made his way to his bedroom as her bottom felt the breeze of the air and he said “I’m tearing this ass up.”

~

  N’Jadaka sat on the couch of his home with his eyes to the screen but his mind was only focused on Y/N. It was now October and the weather had cooled down but their relationship was anything but that. He was very thankful for her and couldn’t ask for anything more. She had been busy with her shop, hiring a whole staff for her up and coming grand opening. She also been sleeping over his place to spend more time with him, cooking, watching movies or having mind blowing, orgasmic sex.

          He heard keys jiggling on the other side of the door but then they dropped to the floor. He stood fixing his sweats and tube socks before walking over and opening the door to see Y/N in business casual clothes with her hair in a high Afro puff. Her eyes looked directly at his nude chest but she was staring into abyss. “Princess, are you okay”, he asked with a brow raised and soon her head found place in his chest. “Why are people such idiots”, she asked him, making him chuckle. “They not like us, baby girl. Wanna cuddle and talk about it?” She nodded against his chest as he took her in his arms and closed the door behind them. As they lied on the couch, she kicked her heels off and lied her head on his shoulder, feeling his hands on her back. “So, I had twelve people to interviewed today right? Do you know that a few tryna hassle me?”

“Hassle who?”

“Me, Daka.”

“Not my baby, they ain’t.”

“Yeah, they did. Three of them was late, two thought that they was fucking RiHanna and Beyonce and another was sound like a fuckin’ hood rat. The shenanigans of it all.” N’Jadaka held her closer and asked “want me to kill ‘em? I won’t get caught.” Y/N laughed and said “no, baby. It’s fine. They didn’t get the job no ways. I hired a nail technician, a barber, two make-up artists and a receptionist.”

“Well, that’s good, baby girl. Getting shit done”, N’Jadaka said as he released her hair from the high puff to relieve some tension. Y/N felt her problems melt away as he massaged her scalp slowly. She took a deep breath and smiled as he placed a kiss to her temple and leaned his head against hers, smelling her hair. “Daka, why are you so good to me”, she asked with eyes closed. He looked at her and shrugged before saying “because you my baby. I just wanna make sure you good at all times.” She closed her eyes and saw his hand in hers as she smiled. She looked up to him and said “thank you, baby. I really appreciate you and all you do.” N’Jadaka shook her hair out and kissed her forehead all over slowly. When he was done, he looked to her face to see she was looking up at him. They sat there looking at each other’s eyes, quiet covered them like a warm blanket in the winter cold. N’Jadaka realized that Y/N could be the woman he made his wife, made another princess of Wakanda but he couldn’t mention the royalty just yet; it was just too early.

 “Hey, princess. Let’s go out the crew tonight. It’s Friday night and they beggin’ us to go out and what not”, he asked waiting for an answer. She nodded with a smile but they just sat there looking at their eyes until Daka took her hand and led her to the bathroom; running the water and stripping her clothes off before helping her in. She stood there holding her hand out as she said “aren’t you gonna come in with me? We can kill more time if we shower together”, with a smile. He chuckled as he stripped out his clothes slowly making her pout. He eventually too her hand and closed the door behind them. They stood there looking at one another as the bathed one another with loofahs with The Body Shop Wild Argan Oil body gel. They watched as the suds fell down to their feet and looked at one another eyes as the loofahs fell.

N’Jadaka kissed all over her sweet skin while she rubbed on his wet skin. He kissed down to her breast, cupping the right in his hand letting his tongue massaged the pebbled nipple. She bi on her lip with a smirk as she felt his other hand gripping her butt cheek and smacking it, making her yelp. His tongue alone can make her come down her thick legs when he sucked her breasts every time. He slowly turned her back to the wet, cold wall that made her spine shiver. He kissed down the valley of her breast to the plush stomach he loved so much and reached the newly waxed mound that covered the beautiful pink walls that he was addicted to like a rare drug.

He placed her left leg onto his shoulder as he said “hold onto my hair, baby girl.” She did so, he began to please her. His thick lips suctioned cupped her hard clit and tongue made each letter of the alphabet. She held onto his hair firmly as she leaned back moaning his name softly. “Daddy, I’m so close. Please, please don’t stop.” Daka began to only do faster a bit making her reach her climax faster than usual. She moaned loudly as she came down his throat. He kissed up her body and lifted both of her thighs to wrap around his waist. “It’s okay, princess. I got you, baby, and never forget that okay?” She nodded as he entered her making her lip place itself between her teeth.

~ 

An hour later, N’Jadaka stood in the living room waiting for his beautiful woman to finish. He wore a black turtle neck tucked into a pair of gray tapered slacks and designer dress shoes. His hair was tossed to the braided to the back thanks to his lady and his hands covered in rings. He turned to her as he heard her heels. He saw her curly fro out in its glory falling down to her shoulders. Her body was covered with a long sleeve satin wrap dress and her feet had on a pair of black strappy heels. She wore minimal make up with wing liner that can cut someone and Fenty gloss on her lips. He smiled as he waltzed over to the door and held it open for her. Before she walked out, he stopped her and looked at her eyes. He caressed the chain he gave her around her neck and took her hand into his imagining the ring he would give her one day; he kissed her hand as they head to the car, locking the door behind them.

They soon arrived to the club called Smoove and noticed their group at the tbooths against the wall. Y/N walked over to Leslie and Monte to hug them as N’Jadaka hugged Sheila and dapped up his brothers; they all sat. “Y/N, D, we are so glad y’all finally came out tonight. Starting to think y’all ain’t like us no mo”, Sheila sipping her drink. Y/N shook her and told her “of course not. I just been busy with my shop trying to get a new team and what not. And babe been busy at the center.” N’Jadaka wrapped his arm around his lady’s shoulder as he fixed his matching chain. He felt that someone was glaring him down but left it alone.

 Across the way, sat of course Rodney sipped from his glass of whiskey with a woman to his right. His eyes were at the group up ahead and not paying the woman any attention. The woman snapped her fingers as Megan The Stallion played. He looked to the light tone woman and said “what up?” The woman tossed her dark hair and said “Rod, I thought we was supposed to be vibing but you ain’t paying attention.” Rodney took a deep breath and said “my bad, baby. Just saw some muthafucka I don’t like very much. You got my attention now”, he smirked his gap tooth smile at her and she played with collar.

Back to the group, N’Jadaka sipped from his second drink and Y/N was talking to Leslie who sat on her right now. Monte looked over his friend’s man and sized him up. This way the first time meeting and after Y/N got her heart broken, he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. Monte stood and said “yo, N’Jadaka. Come wit me to the bar. We needa have a talk… alone.” This caught the groups attention and N’Jadaka slowly looked up with a nod. “Monte, don’t fu-“, Y/N said but was caught off when she felt Daka’s lips on her hand. “I’ll be good, baby. I’m a big boy.” He winked at her and walked with Monte with a drink in his hand. “Lemme get a whiskey, dry”, Monte said as he sat beside N’Jadaka. “So, ‘Daka’. You been with my sister for a few now. Now, I don’t know what kind of nigga you are but just now I carry a glock on me at all times.”

N’Jadaka chuckled and said “my lady was right. We are alike.” Monte was about to speak again until he heard “I know she has been hurt, brotha. But that ain’t my intention with her. She is a very sweet and thoughtful woman. I never had that before, bruh. She opened my eyes to a whole new life. She a real one and I wouldn’t want or need anyone else but her. Y/N is something special. To be honest with you, bruh. I can see me spending the rest of my life to with her.” Monte searched his face as he sipped his drink and said nothing but raised his glass to him to clink his. Y/N and Leslie watched across the way and smiled. “Sis, come with me to the bathroom”, Leslie asked and Sheila joined the pair. Y/N kissed N’Jadaka’s cheek and whispered “we will be in the bathroom”.

“Wash ya hands”, Daka said making her laugh but Y/N didn’t notice the stare she was getting from the woman with Rodney. Rodney watched her walk past him and the woman noticed N’Jadaka at the bar; she stood and fixed her red dress, heading to the bathroom. The woman saw Sheila who talked to another woman as she walked in and towards the mirror. Sheila and Leslie were laughing at Y/N who sat on the counter; Leslie on the toilet. “Well, Y/N Love, you may be Mrs. Udaka-Stevens sooner than you think.” The woman rolled her eyes as she applied her lipstick and fluffed out her hair. Leslie walked out and began to wash her hands as she spoke. “I know one thing, I better be a god momma too.” Y/N spoke now: “what makes y’all think we will be getting married and having a family, hm?”

“Love, JD is always talking about you. He never talked about his raggedy, ghetto ass ex before you came along. Only about how she was always on that bullshit”, Sheila said and as she said that she looked up to the mirror to see a woman she couldn’t stand. Y/N took notice and turned to the woman who looked at the group. “I see he had downgraded”; this put Lez in killer mode. “Who the fuck are you”, Leslie asked as she folded her arms. Sheila stood beside Leslie and said “don’t mind this bitch. She a just community pussy ass bitch that JD’s ass dropped.” The woman only snickered and said “awe, that was so funny I forgot to laugh.”

“Ashley, what the hell do you want”, Sheila asked and noticed how she looked at Y/N. Ashley walked towards Y/N but the girls blocked her way. “Touch her and I break ya fucking neck”, Leslie said with a snarl. Ashley looked her up and down and only laughed wiping away a fake tear. “Looks to me he done downgraded to a bitch who smother anyone she riding. That’s iff her fat, sloppy ass don’t break they dick first.” Sheila felt her blood raise but Y/N places her hand on their shoulders. She walked passed the girls and Y/N looked her up and down as Ashley looked up at her. “Bitch, look like she would eat me instead”, said Ashley as she walked out. Leslie launched at the door but Sheila pulled her back. “Don’t trip, we’ll get her outside.”

 At the bar, N’Jadaka drunk his fourth drink laughing with Monte about Bast knows what and saw the girls passed by. He tried to grab Y/N’s but when she turned to him, he saw the most vicious look. He asked Sheila as he still looked at Y/N “sis, who fucking with my girl?” Sheila shook her head and said “the name we do not speak of.” This made him look to her with a raised brow and talk between his teeth. “Where she at”, he asked and Sheila told him “don’t know.” N’Jadaka still looked at his girl as he pulled her in to his chest. “What did she fucking say to you”, he asked. Y/N told him and he felt his gripping tightening on her arm. He looked at Sheila and said “tell the group we out.” He held his lady close as they walked out with the group behind but didn’t know they attracted another pair of feet. As they hit outside, all they heard was “AYE, VIRGIN” from a male voice. N’Jadaka turned to see Rodney with Ashley holding his hand and his men behind him.

  N’Jadaka held Y/N’s hand tighter and nodded to Sheila to take her away to the side with her purse in hand. Leslie backed away towards the girls looking dead at Ashley As the men stood off. N’Jadaka held his arms out and said “you talking a lot a shit for a nigga who look like a broke ass Taye Diggs, nigga”, his brothers and Monte laughed. Rodney clapped his hands and said “you just Kevin Hart ass nigga huh? You look big as fuck but after what Ashley done told me, you ain’t packing bruh”. He held his pinky up like Dr. Evil and earned laughs from his group. Tre stood beside JD said “how she know what small or not? Rumor has it that her throat bigger than a fuckin’ black hole.” JD nodded as they all chuckled and Marcus added “pussy looser than ATL strippers g-string”; they all laughed. The girls all did as Rodney’s vein popped up in his forehead. “Man, you think just you got some fat bitch pussy, you think you hot shit”, the laughs stopped immediately. Daka stepped closer to him and said “the fuck you just said?”

“You heard him, nigga. Think you got with some sloppy bitch, you think you the king of shit. I’m amazed you still walking after handling all of that”, Ashley pointed at Y/N up and down. JD watched his girl sit down on the bench as the girls comforted her; this made his blood boil. “Ashley, ya crackhead ass betta be glad I don’t hit females” Yo ass just mad I didn’t wanna fuck and dumped ya old dog ass, You just mad that I’m with a real woman instead of yo child ass”; Y/N pinned her hair up and grabbed her purse opening it. N’Jadaka stepped closer to Rodney but felt Ashley push him back until he heard “GET THAT BITCH!” Y/N gave Ashely a good hit to her chin making spit fly out her mouth; this surprised N’Jadaka as he saw Ashley get up wobbly. Y/N stood above her in Nikes and her hair up, pulling Ashley up by her hair. “He can’t hit a bitch but I can”, Y/N said as she dodged Ashley’s punch.

  Rodney was about to pull Y/N off as she sat on her chest delivering punches but N’Jadaka pushed him back and delivering punches and dodges as well. Before ya know it, everyone in each group was fighting; even Leslie and Sheila was knocking men out. Monte tackled one of the men who hassled Daka at the liquor store like he was still on the college football team. Ashley was up now and trying to punches in but Y/N was too swift. What did she expect from a woman who was the oldest and only girl in her family? N’Jadaka was punching Rodney’s head into the ground making blood gush from his mouth and to his rings. The sound of police sirens and ambulance caught Y/N’s attention. She ran to get her purse and held her baby’s shoulder. “Baby, we gotta go.”

  They were finally home, freshly showered and in their usual clothes for sleeping in; him in sweats and her in one of his shirts. He sat the bed as she stood between his wide legs, catering to his scrapped up hands. “Hold still, baby boy. You did a lot of damage tonight”, she said with a small smirk. N’Jadaka shook his head looking at the ground and said “I’m sorry, baby girl. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Y/N wrapped his right hand after the left and held them as she made him wrap his arms around her waist. She massaged his scalp and sighed. “Trust me, I didn’t want you to me like that neither but that’s what happens when niggas act out.” She kissed his head and said “thank you for standing up for me.” He looked up to her and said “don’t mention it. You’re my princess. It’s my job.” She looked down at his face and saw the slit in his lip and brow covered with band aids. “How are you still so fucking good looking”, she asked and he laughed into her chest. He looked up at her to see the cut in the middle of her forehead that would easily heal. “I can ask you the same beautiful. No one calls my queen a sloppy bitch unless that wanna get fucked up on sight.” Y/N looked into his face and said “you think I’m a queen? Even after all of that?”

“Of course, baby. Especially after that. You basically fought for me and you still looked beautiful doing that shit. You’re a queen for sure, always have. Always will be”, N’Jadaka kissed her perfectly bandaged knuckles and lied his head into her chest again. “And you will always be my king, baby boy.” She straddled his lap kissing his forehead and was startled by him pulling them down to the bed so she lied on the bed and he was on top. “I love you, my queen.”

“I love you, my king.”

  They began to kiss and get intimate as their chains sat in a dish together, sunken in cleaner to get rid of all the blood the drew together as a team, in the distance.

~

*𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

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[bnha-almost-a-hero]

hate sex with dabi

part of my ‘kinktober’ series, but it’s only half the days and I decided to start at the end of October.

Our second chapter, featuring Dabi and you as a tsundere. B—Baka!

warnings & shizz: slightly non-con for the first half and, obviously, there’s smut below the cut. i can’t look at Dabi the same now so thank you.

there’s our favourite crispy mofo.

prompt — ‘hate sex’ (except it’s not towards the end)

character — dabi / touya todoroki (reeeeeeeeeeeeee)

“I fucking hate you,” Dabi spat, undoing his pants. You sat there, glaring up at him with angered eyes, your lips curling back into a snarl.

Ever since you had joined the League of Villains (shortly after the majority of the League had joined, but before the attack on the U.A. training camp), you and Dabi had butt heads. At first, it started with minor disagreements (such as you disagreeing with the mockingly saccharine nicknames he gave you, namely ‘princess’) to full-blown arguments based on your petulance and his blasé attitude towards everything. It got so bad that the League had pretty much all unanimously and silently agreed to keep you both out of the same room as each other (judging by the way Toga would usher you out of the room when he swaggered in).

But now you two were face-to-face, or rather, face-to-crotch.

The rest of the League were off on some reconnaissance mission, well, except for Shigaraki and Kurogiri, but they were upstairs in Shigaraki’s room after Shigaraki had freaked out on Dabi and Kurogiri had to excuse both himself and the young leader to calm down. So, here you were, trying to enjoy yourself (as much as you could with that burnt, Jack Skellington-looking motherfucker staring at you from the other side of the room) as you watched pregnant dwarf porn when he’d walked over to you, dragged you to the floor and uttered those four words:

‘I fucking hate you’.

You’d heard it before, many times, in fact. Your slightly bitchy attitude didn’t really mesh well with most people which was one of the many reasons you were outcasted by society and what led you to end up here. The fact that he said it wasn’t really what bothered you, it was the fact he was unzipping his pants. 

You shot him a quizzical, if annoyed look before moving to get up.

“Sit the fuck down,” He commanded, harshly, and you found yourself planting your ass back onto the floor by the sheer power that exuded from his voice. He finished unzipping his pants, then slid them down along with his boxers. 

You almost expected his dick to be scarred, but was pleasantly surprised with the condition it was in. Clean, pristine and fucking huge. Considering he was semi-flaccid as of now, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint his size, but, what you did know, was that he was definitely a shower. Two adjacent barbell piercings shone in the dim light of the bar-turned-hideout and you squirmed backwards then crawled forwards again, almost intrigued as Dabi took his cock by one hand and jerked it to full hardness.

A sliver of drool slid down the side of your mouth, which you quickly wiped away before he saw. I am not turned on, I am not turned on, I am—

“Now, suck it,” He demanded, one hand on his erect prick and the other coiled in your hair to stabilize your movements. “And pay attention to the piercing, that’s where the money is.”

You glared up at him, “Eat a—slurk!” You gagged as he forced you down onto his dick, pushing you past your feeble gag reflex and down into your throat proper. A throb echoed through your body, followed by a dull buzz that shot straight down to your cunt, like an electric shock that jolted you awake. “Glack—! Glack—!” 

“I’m sorry, you tryna say something? Can’t really hear you over all that cock-sucking your doin’.” Dabi mocked, brushing a hand through his spiky hair. So indifferent about everything, as if he weren’t getting his cock sucked. Granted, you weren’t doing a very good job and, for the most part, were just holding his cock in your throat, but, still, you expected some degree of moaning. He yanked your hair harshly and you grimaced, eyes flickering up to look at him. “You’re worse than I thought. Move your tongue around or somethin’. I thought someone who’s so good at yappin’ her mouth would be good at using it.”

“Gkrrkk fakkk yo—akkk—!” You manage to get out, frowning as you meant to say ‘go fuck yourself’. 

Realizing verbal insults wouldn’t work, not only because you surprisingly couldn’t speak with an eight-inch cock clogging your throat, but also because of his indifferent attitude, you slide your hand up to his surprisingly muscled thighs (homie must have been doing squats) and pinched as hard as you could. 

He doesn’t even flinch…

He only snickers and grabs you by the hair tighter until your scalp burns. He pushes you down onto his cock, then pulls you up again. You gag, your throat burning as he uses you as a repressed gamer would use a sex toy. Tears well in your eyes as you stare up at his blurry image. At the sight of him, your core burns and you hate yourself for feeling the way you do, but—.

But you need relief…

Your hand sneaks down your pants, quickly tugging at the buttons and the zip until it slides down to reveal your underwear. With a vicious, needy savagery, you tug your last barrier of resistance down—grasping for your aching pussy. You figure if he gets his relief by fucking your throat, you can, at least, touch yourself. 

Your index enters your spasming, hot cunt and a shameful ‘squelch’ fills the room as you realize just how wet you are. Luckily, Dabi doesn’t realize over the chorus of ‘gakkk’, ‘gakkk’, ‘gakkk’s you make as you’re forced down onto his cock, or else he would’ve come up with some witty remark to mock you. Finding one finger isn’t enough, you quickly add your middle finger to the mix and use your thumb to massage your engorged clit in small, circular motions.

You moan against his cock and are about to reach a hand up to play with your chest when Dabi pulls at your hair again, signalling you to look at him.

“Oh, so you have the energy to touch yourself, but you can’t give me a decent blowjob?” He asks, but you can tell from his tone that he isn’t truly angry. You’ve never really seen him express any emotion other than ‘I can’t give a fuck; I’m just trolling everyone’ or ‘I kinda enjoy this’. “Now tell me how that’s fair.”

You only murmur against his thick cock and he chuckles.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” He asks, his hand actually falling away from your hair.

He’s giving you autonomy, a choice, a decision. You rub your thighs together, your nipples hardening as you think. You’re still on the fence as to what you think of him altogether. Sure, you two get into arguments constantly and you were certain you hated him, but you kinda were happy to be around him. You enjoyed his laid-back attitude, you enjoyed how he called you ‘princess’, you—

You—

Fuck! You thought. Why the fuck did you miss him when you were ushered away from each other? Why would you secretly peer into the room when he was in there? Why, when you looked at him, did you feel so content? Like you could stare into those captivating, electric eyes of his whilst the world crumbled around you too.

Could it be love?

You didn’t answer that, instead, you slipped his cock out of your throat, coughing slightly as you did so.

“L—Listen!” You addressed him, despite knowing that he was already listening. You cleared your throat, hoping it would diminish your stuttering. It didn’t. “T—This is only a friends with benefits sorta thing. I—I d—don’t want you thinking this is l—love, okay?”

Dabi shrugged, “Fine by me.”

And your heart dropped at that. You didn’t know why, it just did. Why did you want him to care? Why did you want him to insist you two had a romantic relationship? Why couldn’t you just express your emotions clearly? Why was this so—so difficult?

Why—?

Why—?

Why—?

Still, you had to remain strong and unbothered. Just like he did. You straightened yourself up, took your fingers away from your cunt—even as it spasmed in protest—and looked up at him.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, embarrassed by the silence. “Give me your dick.”

“It’s right there,” He said, motioning to the cock that was right in front of you, but not bothering to move.

You looked to the floor in embarrassment. Of course, I’m so stupid.

You tentatively grasped for the dick, shuddering with excitement as you brought your face closer to it. The smell, of spit and salty pre-cum, made you lightheaded as you licked your lips. I’m ready.

You opened your lips and leaned forward, swallowing the head in its entirety before his tip hit the back of your throat and your gag reflex kicked in. You choked on his dick, but found salvation as you started to move your head backwards and forwards—bobbing your head slowly. You remembered what he said earlier about his piercings and traced your tongue along a particularly thick vein on the underside of his dick until you found two adjacent metal barbells.

You swirled your tongue around the piercings, finding relief as he groaned in pleasure. You smirked knowingly before your hands crept down to find their own pleasure. Once again, you pushed your index and middle finger into your hot cunt, moaning against his cock before pressing your thumb against your swollen clit, rubbing your nub as your other hand reached up to tweak a neglected nipple.

“Fuck, that’s better, princess,” He places his hand into your hair, but, this time, instead of pulling or tugging, he simply caressed. “Such an obedient lil’ slut, aren’t you?”

Determined now, you continue your assault on his piercings, but force your head down further and further until you’re certain you’ve reached the halfway mark. Then, taking your hand off of your nipples, you trail it down to his swollen balls. You cup one inquisitively to which he gives a drawn-out followed by patting your head urgently.

Careful not to fuck up and cause Dabi immense pain, you softly squeeze his nut, rolling it under your fingers until the gesture becomes natural to you. You stare up at him and he smirks down at you, obviously pleasured judging by the way he’s biting his lip. You multitask, bobbing your head up and down as you gently squeeze his balls and play with yourself.

Your head feels like its lying on clouds, there’s no thought, no work, no nothing and you feel…

Euphoric.

And so does he.

“Be prepared, slut,” He tells you, running a hand through your hair. “I’m gonna cum soon, okay?”

You nod your head before going back to your cock-sucking endeavours, desperate to reap your well-deserved reward. Your movements hold a new vigour now you have something to work towards, you finally know what it means to be—

To be—

Happy.

Yes, that’s the word.

And, as he throws his head back and gives one final moan before cumming down your throat, you’re certain he’s happy too...

[holidaywishes]

i think i might love you

   Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: can you do something with t segs about him being best friends with a small shy nerdy, not your typical blonde hair bombshell type girl and him realizing he’s in love with her💗          

  Warning: fluff, maybe some swearing

  masterlist

  “Why are you so awful at this?!” you yelled to Tyler while the two of you played NHL 19, “isn’t this like your thing?”

  “No, actually, it’s not!” he laughed, “they’re very different things. I’m not on the ice!”

  “Whatever, you still suck”

  “Maybe I’m just letting you win...”

  “Yeah right!” you scoffed as you scored another goal before celebrating, “HA! BOOM! I win. I always win! What do I get this time?”

  “Who said you get anything?” he said as he got up to walk into the kitchen

  “We made a bet, sourpuss,” you followed Tyler into the kitchen, “so...?”

  “I’ll pay for your dinner” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically

  “Wow, what a treat” you teased and pushed him out of the way so you could grab a glass from his cabinet.

  “You’re damn right it’s a treat” he returned

  “How about something a little more... out of the ordinary...” Tyler gave you a confused glare and you waited in silence for him to say something, “it’s not like you’ve never paid for my dinner before. If all I get for beating your ass is a lousy dinner than I’m gonna have to stop wasting my time around here”

  “What is it you want then?” he asked curiously

  “Hmm.. well there’s a world of possibilities Seguin,” you mused, “how about... helicopter tour? concert in Vegas? introduce me to Captain America?”

  “I met Chris Evans once, we’re not exactly buddy buddy...”

  “Call in a favour”

  “Sorry can’t do that”

  “Okay.. well.. I don’t know.. OH WAIT! Take me to a Pens game!”

  “A Pens game? why?”

  “Uhm to watch them win... duh”

  “Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for me? and my team?”

  “Yeah sure.. only when you’re playing. But I grew up watching Pittsburgh,” you pouted and whined in your best baby voice, “please, Ty...”

  “Ugh fine,” he groaned, “grab the schedule”

  “YES!” you yelled, running to your bag to grab the pocket season schedule your Mom got you in October, “okay so there’s one this weekend it looks like... and it’s perfect because you’re not playing!”

  “You know I still have practice though...” he laughed and you smiled

  “Not this day you don’t!”

  “Fine. I guess I’ll see you in Pittsburgh”

  “See you in Pittsburgh!” you hopped past him back toward the couch, a big grin still plastered on your face. You pushed your oversized, butterfly shaped glasses up the bridge of your nose before grabbing the controller and continuing the play as Tyler sat down next yo you; you could feel his gaze on you, so you chirped him, “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

  “You’re really using that gem?”

  “You’re really gonna sit there and pretend like you’re not staring at me?”

  “I wasn’t staring...”

  “Mhm..” you hummed before pausing the game, “what?”

  “What do you mean?” he said, dumbfounded, “I wasn’t staring... I just.. I don’t get it...”

  “Oh god.. what does that mean?”

  “Why did you go to school in New York?” he said, gesturing to your Columbia sweatshirt, “I mean why couldn’t you just stay in Toronto...?”

  “Uhm, maybe because I got a scholarship to one of the top ranked Universities in the world, you ass,” you teased, “and it’s New York City. I wasn’t going to pass that up”

  “But I never saw you”

  “That has nothing to do with Columbia. That has to do with you and Boston and then Dallas. Don’t blame it on me...”

  “I’m not blaming,” he defended, “I’m just saying. Before Boston, we did everything together and then we just kinda... didn’t”

  “We still got together Ty...” you brought your legs up onto the couch, “look, I’m here now. We’re hanging out... we’re going to a hockey game on Saturday. We’re still friends, do you not think we’re friends anymore?”

  “What? no of course not! Don’t panic,” he tried, “I just kinda miss you sometimes...”

  “Awww!” you cooed, pushing his shoulder teasingly, “I miss you too, Tyler.” You leaned in to give him a tight hug because it seemed like he needed it, but you needed it just as much as he did; you pulled him a little closer and caught the scent on his hair, breathing it in before you pulled away slowly. Your eyes caught his for just a second and you tried to hide the way your breathing increased by moving back on the couch -- further away from Tyler, when you heard him call for the dogs.

  “Marsh, Cash, Gerry,” he whistled, “where are you guys?” With that the three labs came rushing to the couch, jumping up instantly and licking your faces frantically.

  “My god, you’d think they hadn’t seen us in weeks...” you laughed and tried to move your face away from the dogs. Catching Tyler staring at you one last time before you cleared you throat and focused your eyes back on the brightly lit screen.

Tyler’s P.O.V

  Why did she seem so new to you? You had known her for so long and she had always just been... (Y/N)... So why was she suddenly making you nervous? You watched her as the dogs licked her face before she trained her eyes on the screen. She caught your eyes once but whipped back to the T.V. and didn’t look at you for the majority of the night until she finally got up to go to bed.

  “So you’re gonna sleep on the couch yeah?” she smiled at you and you felt a small wave of heat flood your cheeks

  “What? why would I do that?”

  “Because I’m taking your bed. It’s the comfiest in the house so...”

  “Ahh no,” you laughed, “who said you could take my bed?”

  “Me!” she giggled as you stood up, noticing her prepare to run to your room

  “I don’t think so” you approached her slowly, eyes narrowing

  “Tyler...”

  “(Y/N)...” she stood in front of you, playing with the hem of her Columbia sweatshirt, watching how you moved to decide what her next step would be. When you lunged forward to grab her, she dodged your hand and let out a squeal; something you normally would find annoying but for some reason, you thought it was adorable. You smiled and continued to chase her through your house, letting her run ahead of you to let her think she had the upper hand before you made two large strides and wrapped your arm around her stomach and carried her through the hallway.

  “See, your problem is that you get too cocky” you laughed

  “TYLER!” she yelled, squirming under your grip, her glasses falling to the floor, “let me go!” You didn’t listen, instead you carried her to the guest room and threw her onto the mattress abruptly, staring at her briefly before walking out of the room. When you came back she had a confused look on her face which you attributed to the fact that she probably couldn’t see, so you walked over to the bed and slid her glasses on her face

  “I think you dropped these...” you said lowly as her brilliant (Y/E/C) eyes hypnotized you as they danced between yours

  “You mean you knocked them off me” she finally said before sitting up to adjust her position.

  “Well I should let you get some sleep...” you muttered before she could speak, leaving her mouth to gape as you walked away

  “Okay...” she whispered, confusion clearly present in her voice. You started to walk to your bedroom, shaking your head to clear out whatever had just happened but it was still there; you leaned up against the wall and took a second to look back at everything but all you saw was her. All you heard was her. All you smelled was her. Now, all you wanted was her.

  What the hell was that? You thought to yourself. It couldn’t have just been you that noticed the weirdness. This wasn’t unusual for you and Ty, to play wrestle like this but there was something different tonight. Some kind of tension that had never been there before and it freaked you out; you couldn’t help think that something was wrong. Sitting against the pillows for 20 minutes contemplating what it all meant only made it worse, so you decided to confront him about it.

  “Tyler...?” you whispered to him after opening his door but he didn’t answer, “Ty, you awake?” When he still didn’t answer, you sighed and closed the door before heading back to the guest room. When you woke up the next morning, you prepared yourself for just as awkward of a situation as last night but you were thankful when everything seemed to be back to normal

  “Morning sleepy head!” Tyler greeted as you came into the kitchen

  “Morning dork” you teased, before lifting your arms above your head in a big stretch

  “So, I thought we’d go meet Chubbs for lunch” he said as you sat down at the kitchen table

  “Sounds good to me..” you said, still half-asleep, “hey, can we talk about last night?”

  “Hmm? What about last night?” he asked, his back to you

  “Ty, can you just come here,” you said, “sit down and talk to me...” He turned around and slowly walked toward you, sitting down in front of you.

  “What’s up?”

  “What happened last night? Why were you acting so strange?”

  “I wasn’t acting strange...” he shrugged, “I don’t know what you mean. We were doing what we always do...”

  “Yeah but something was... different,” you tried, “wasn’t it?”

  “I don’t think so...” You could tell that he wasn’t going to address it, whatever it was, so you ended the conversation and went on with the morning; running a few errands before you and Tyler left to meet Jamie for lunch. It felt like it had been ages since you had seen Jamie and you were excited to hear what was going on with him and whether or not he’d fallen in love yet. But the ride to the restaurant took much longer than you anticipated, and it was almost completely silent, making you irritated by the time you got there. You looked over at Tyler a few times, waiting for him to say or do something but he just stared out the windshield at the road in silence.

  “Okay,” you finally said to break the silence, “what the fuck is going on?!”

  “What?” he questioned

  “Tyler, why are you not talking to me? Or teasing me? Or singing to dumb rap songs on the radio to drive me insane? Why are we just sitting in uncomfortable silence?”

  “I didn’t know it was an uncomfortable silence...”

  “Tyler!!”

  “What? It’s not like you said anything either!”

  “Fair but still. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing...”

  “You’re lying to me!!” you yelled, a small laugh on the statement

  “No I’m not. Nothing is wrong. I promise. Look we’re here...”

  “This isn’t over, Seguin,” you said pointing your finger at him before getting out of the car, following him with your eyes as he walked in front of the car to meet you at the sidewalk, “not by a long shot...”

Tyler’s P.O.V.

  “Hey Jamie!!” (Y/N) greeted when she saw him, wrapping her arms around his waist to give him a tight squeeze

  “There she is! The short little one I like so much!” he teased, hugging her close

  “Hey bud” you greeted him with a nod and a quick high five, noticing (Y/N) roll her eyes

  “Ty...” Jamie joked in a serious tone, “alright so what’s going on with you (Y/N)?”

  “Nothing really.. school’s good. Work’s... a lot. I’ve got this week to do absolutely nothing which is why I’m here...” (Y/N) said, her laugh ringing through the air, finding its way into your ear like a song you wanted to play on repeat

  “Sounds like you came here at the perfect time” Jamie smiled at her

  “She’s also forcing me to go to a Pens game this weekend...” you added, raising your eyebrows

  “We’re playing the Pens like next week...” Jamie asked confused

  “Ah yes, but you’re not this weekend. In fact you’re not playing at all...” (Y/N) answered

  “It’s one game, I figured I’d let her have it,” you joked, “better to let her win than argue about something like this...” You and Jamie laughed while (Y/N) scrunched her nose at the two of you. The rest of lunch went by about the way that you figured it would, nothing out of the ordinary, until (Y/N) left the table and Jamie started asking questions

  “What’s going on here?” he started

  “We’re having lunch, Chubbs...” you joked

  “I mean with you and (Y/N). I see the way you’re looking at her. The way you blush whenever she laughs, the way you scoot closer to her forcing your arms to touch. I saw you watch her get up... and walk away...”

  “Stop it”

  “Seggy come on, tell me”

  “Nothing is happening. Nothing is going on. She’s still (Y/N), we’re still friends. Best Friends,” you emphasized, “but --”

  “But...” Jamie said with a big grin on his face, leaving you to roll your eyes at him

  “But maybe there’s something there. At least on my end. She doesn’t feel that way...”

  “Why don’t you ask her?”

  “So I can embarrass myself? Or get rejected and lose my friendship? No thanks”

  “Oh please,” he huffed, “you’re not gonna get rejected. If I know anything, it’s that that girl has been in love with you for as long as you’ve known each other but you’ve been too busy with the Blondes of Dallas to pay attention”

  “She’s not in love with me...” you whispered, defeated, “and she’s blonde too”

  “She’s not Texas Blonde. She’s Girl-Next-Door Blonde,” he started and you gave him a confused look before he could continue, “her hair is like spun gold. The Texas Blondes are bottled and bleached. And yes, she is in love with you, if you’d taken a second to pay attention...”

  “Chubbs... be serious okay. Maybe you’re like projecting or whatever. Maybe you’re in love with her and that’s why you’re talking about her hair that’s ‘spun like gold’” you teased just as (Y/N) came back to the table and you tried to switch the conversation, “I think I’m right... and you’re very very wrong”

  “Oooh what’s Tyler wrong about?” (Y/N) chimed in, making Jamie laugh

  “HEY! I said I was right and he was wrong”

  “Yes, which means that he’s probably right and you’re definitely wrong”

  “She was obviously listening to our conversation because she knows” Jamie said knowingly, tilting his glass to her

  “She’s wrong. You’re wrong” you said to the both of them

  “I’m bored,” (Y/N) said abruptly, “let’s go find something to do. Head to Main Street or Bishop...? Or go see a movie. I can’t sit at this table all day, Ty, I need to do... something. Jamie?”

  “I can’t, sorry kid,” he replied and she tilted her head at him, “I gotta go meet Katie...”

  “Fine. Tell her I say hi...” she said, standing up to give Jamie a hug goodbye

  “Will do” he said, wrapping her in a tight hug and nodding to you; trying to get you to admit your feelings and you rolled your eyes

  “Okay, into the car we go” you joked

  “What? No let’s just walk. Where are you planning to take me?” she laughed

  “I thought we were going to Bishop?”

  “Yeah, which isn’t far. We can just walk,” she glanced up at you, “or are you getting lazy?”

  “Fine, we’ll walk,” you agreed, scowling at her once before saying goodbye to Jamie, “later Chubbs”

  “Tell her” he whispered to you when (Y/N) was out of earshot and you shot him a glare. When you turned the corner, you saw her waiting for you and you saw what Jamie was talking about. The sun hit (Y/N) in such a way that her hair looked like a halo around her, making her glow as her long strands fell across her shoulder. Her porcelain skin shimmering in the light and the smile that she gave you when she finally saw you only seemed to make everything brighter.

  “Took you long enough” she teased, bringing you back to her

  “Nah nah nah, you ran out of the restaurant, I wasn’t slow”

  “Whatever, slowpoke, let’s go...” She turned to walk away, the fabric of her skirt effortlessly dancing in the wind and you ran toward her, draping your arm over her shoulder when you reached her, “well look who just got a sudden burst of energy!” She giggled, looking up at you and your knees went weak, making you take your arm away from her.

  “So, what are we doing?” you cleared your throat and looked ahead, “playing some kind of game?”

  “What?” she said, still looking up at you, confusion covering her features

  “You know, like normal,” you replied, “are we pretending to be injured to see who will help us? Pretending that we’re being chased by the cops to freak some people out? Pretending to be a couple, desperately in love, on their way to a chapel on the other side of the city?“ You laughed awkwardly at your last words, looking down at her and seeing her eyes grow wide before she looked ahead of her

  “Uhm,” she hesitated, “I don’t know.. what do you think?”

  “We haven’t done the couple thing in a while...” you said, putting your hands in your pockets as you continued to walk

  “That’s true but it’s always a little more entertaining to run from the cops”

  “Yeah but it’s not really believable...”

  “Neither is us being a couple,” she said under her breath and you stopped walking, “Ty?”

  “Why isn’t it believable?”

  “What?”

  “Us being a couple. Why isn’t it believable?”

  “Because it’s not...” she moved toward you, “I’m not really your type and people notice that”

  “How do they know what my type is?!”

  “Why are you getting so upset? It’s just a game,” she said defensively, “and a game only we know we’re playing...”

  “It doesn’t have to be a game...” you whispered, rubbing your neck sheepishly as you tried to avoid her gaze; knowing that her eyes would ruin any anger bumbling inside of you

  “What does that mean?” she said gently, lifting her hand to rest it on your forearm and you finally looked at her; heartbeat in your ears, breathing uncontrolled and everything in you telling you just to kiss her

  “Do you want it to mean something?” was all you said, forcing her to step back and no words escaped her lips, the two of you standing across from each other in silence.

  You had no idea what to do now. He had been back and forth between normal and odd since last night and now this. Do you want it to mean something? No. Maybe. Why would it even mean something? You weren’t the girl he wanted, you were just something available and your friendship with him was more important than what his lips would feel like against yours. You stood in front of him, eyes trained on his, and waited for him to say something, to clear up his question, but he never did, so you turned on your heels and darted up the pathway.

  “(Y/N)... Wait!” he called after you and you tried to escape him, your cheeks still flustered while your mind raced, “Stop!” You turned sharply, making him run into you

  “OW..” the two of you said at the same time as you rubbed your head

  “What are you doing?” you asked, raising your voice unintentionally

  “You’re the one who stopped!”

  “Not that,” you sighed, “why are you messing with my head?”

  “Messing with your head? I’m not..”

  “You are! What am I supposed to say to ‘do you want it to mean something?’ what am I supposed to think is happening when you’re fine one second and the next you won’t look at me?”

  “I don’t know!”

  “Then why can’t you just act like you?!”

  “(Y/N)...”

  “What Tyler?”

  “Maybe I want us to be more than friends...”

  “No you don’t...” You looked at him as a million thoughts ran through your head. You met Tyler when you were five years old and were immediately charmed by him. The way he smiled, the way his eyes were like honey in the sunlight, the way he could make you laugh at absolutely everything. As you got older, you realized your feelings were more romantic than his probably were and, by the time you were 13, you were hopelessly in love with him. While he worked to become the Hockey Superstar that the world knew, you worked toward Columbia University because you knew that the only way to escape your feelings was to get away from him for a bit. It didn’t matter though. You were still there for his first NHL game in Boston surrounded by his family. Your heart still fluttered every time he smiled -- at you or anyone else. But he was always with someone. Some girl who looked nothing like you, but exactly like the rest, and you realized that you’d never be the girl he wanted. He’d never see you the way you wanted him to. So, you tried to let him go but he never let you go too far. When you realized you had been standing in front of him without saying a word for too long, you tried to mutter something to express how you were feeling, “I don’t...”

  “You don’t want us to be more than friends?” he repeated

  “I never said that...”

  “What do you want then?”

  “I want us to be friends... like we always have,” you answered, “I don’t want to ruin that or lose it Tyler. I’m not this Blonde Bombshell type that’s all over Dallas. Sooner or later, you’d realize that and move on; friendships don’t survive that, T”

  “That wouldn’t happen...”

  “You don’t know that”

  “No, actually I do,” he said suddenly, leaving you standing there speechless for a while, waiting for him to continue, “I know what would happen. I know how our relationship would be. I would wake up to the smell of your coconut conditioner and watch as you slowly opened your eyes, looking up at me and smiling that smile that makes me melt. We’d walk through Uptown Dallas and Downtown Dallas and we’d become everyone’s favourite couple because even the smallest kisses between us would show everyone how we feel for each other. I would protect you from ever being in pain, you’d comfort me when I needed it after a loss. I can picture us, holding hands and walking through this park, mocking each other like we always do. I can see us in Paris or Greece or Vegas, sharing kisses at all your favourite spots. I can see you walking the stage when you graduate Columbia with me hollering for you from the stands. I can see you doing the same during the playoffs. I can see all of this. Our friendship wouldn’t change, it would be the same...”

  “Tyler, that’s...” you tried to think of the words that would save your heart, “that sounds so amazing. But it doesn’t sound like us. We’re not a couple. We’ve never been a couple. We’re jus--”

  “I think I’m in love with you” he blurted out, interrupting you and making the people around you stare.

  “You’re what?”

  “I think I might love you, that I might be in love with you...”

  “No..”

  “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t wait until the next moment I get to see you again. Your voice is permanently ingrained in my mind and your smile is the best part of my day. I don’t know who I’d be without you and I don’t want to find out because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Your eyes danced between his as your mouth gaped open; you had no words. This was all you had wanted for so long but it felt like a dream and you were having a hard time believing it, “can you say something?”

  “I.. I’ve been in love with you from the second I met you...” you noticed a smile creep on his face, but your eyebrows had unfurrowed, “I don’t want to get hurt, Tyler.” He stepped close to you, almost completely closing the gap between the two of you as onlookers stayed to see how it would end

  “The last thing I want to do is hurt you” he said, sweeping his thumb across your cheek

  “You promise?”

  “I’ll bet the season on it,” he smiled, continuing to close the gap and you smiled back up at him, “there it is. The best part of my day.” He smiled and pulled you up to capture your lips in a kiss you’d never forget as the crowd of people around you began to applaud and cheer, leaving you to blush at the sudden realization that you were kissing in public.

  “Maybe we should do this somewhere else” you whispered

  “Maybe you’re right” he agreed, swinging his arm over your shoulder and kissing the top of your head as the two of you went on your way.

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movie/ show couple costume

-choose your birthday month to get a movie/ show inspired costume!-

January- Jim and Pam (The Office)

February- Mr. and Mrs. Smith (Mr. and Mrs. Smith)

March- Peter and Mary Jane (Spider-Man)

April- Danny and Sandy (Grease)

May- Mr. and Mrs. Incredible (The Incredibles)

June- Jack and Rose (Titanic)

July- The Joker and Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)

August- Mario and Princess Peach (Super Mario Bros.)

September- Ken and Barbie (Barbie)

October- Vincent and Mia (Pulp Fiction)

November- Tony and Pepper (Marvel)

December- Han Solo and Princess Leia (Star Wars)

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You could see the full moon rising from the large window in Ruel's living room, as you sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend to come to join everyone in the kitchen. Tonight you guys were going to throw your own little party for yourselves and the rest of the Van Dijks. Ruel had just gotten back from his tour in Asia and all he wanted to do was spend time with his girl and the rest of his family. On every Halloween, the Van Dijks always have a costume competition, and you really wanted to win this year. This was your second time spending Halloween with them and last year you and Ruel took second place as Fred and Daphene. But this year was going to be different. You had come up with the marvelous idea for your costumes and you were for sure you guys were going to win. It was now just up to Ruel to actually finish getting dressed and come out.

You finally hear his door open from down the hall and his head pop around the corner. A panicked look was spread across his face as he beckons you to come here. You stand up in confusion and walk over to him.

"Hey! What's up, bubs?" You ask as you reach him before he intertwined your hands and pulls you into his room. He shut the door behind you guys and turns to face you.

"I need help zipping up the back. I can't reach it," he whines, pushing his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You laugh at his sad attempt to make you give in to his desperate need for help.

"Your long ass arms can't reach all the way back there, huh?" You tease him with a laugh before, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around so his back was facing you.

"Laugh all you want but we all know that you love themmm!" He says cheekily, before snaking his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body before falling back onto his bed.

"Yo Ruel! Y/N! Stop doing the dirty and come out here! It's time for the costume competition," you hear Coco shout from the kitchen.

As you guys walked out into the kitchen, your cheeks flamed up at everyone standing there staring at you guys with cheeky smiles.

"Aw, don't you guys look adorable in your costumes! Let me get a picture really quick!" Kate smiles grabbing her camera. Ruel reaches down and tugs you towards him, putting his arms around you once again, and pulling you against his body as you both flash a big smile towards to camera.

"Cute, cute! But I think Y/N should get a picture with the two best Van Dijks!" Sylvie butts in, as her and Coco push Ruel out of the way before pulling you in close for a 'group hug type' picture. You can hear Ruel huff from the side, giving his sisters a glare. Kate finishes up taking the pictures before putting her camera down and asking everyone to get in line for the costume competition. She was always the judge, and everyone else would be competing.

Coco was up first. She was dressed up as Cher from Clueless, wearing the yellow and black plaid, with the knee-high white socks and white heels. She was smacking the gum in her mouth and ending her turn with the line, "Ugh! As if!!"

Next was Ralph. He was dressed up as Mr. Clean, rocking the tight white teeshirt with white jeans to match, and stick on white eyebrows. He was holding a bucket of water and reached down to grab the sponge before doing the iconic 'cleaning move' Mr. Clean always does. Of course, to match with him, Kate was dressed up as a female version of Mr. Clean, minus the bald head.

After him was Sylvie. She was dressed up as a stalk of corn and that was it. Before walking off she says with a straight face, "I am a stalk of corn. I chose this because it was corny. Thank you."

Everyone laughs at her corny joke before it was finally you and Ruel's turn. You guys go up dressed as (your costume), and everyone loves it. You guys got lots of laughs and smiles as you spun around in your costumes.

After Kate had gone and consulted the choices, Wilbur going along to help her just in case, she finally returned with the results.

"After much thought was put into the costumes and who would win, I finally came up with the winner as.... Y/N and Ruel!"

What?! You guys had actually won this year! You were so excited! You laughed as Ruel hugged you so tight and he spun you guys around.

The rest of the night was spent with smiles and movies with popcorn and candy. Although the rest of them didn't win, they were still happy and thought you guys deserved it. Cause, not to be cocky or anything, you guys did have the best costumes there.

This was officially the best Halloween you have ever had!

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