#and when i read first timers comments that they beat it even faster

[nuka-zero]

I'm about to throw a tantrum every time I remember Baldurs Gate 3's "how long to beat" says 30 hours

You are playing it W R O N G

[fratboykate]

Your tags about Yelena and Kate moving in and the 2 spoons just murdered me. Thanks for that Papi 😩 So when can we expect a cfau type of story for them? 😂

Forks! Where did spoons even come from? Haha. Not me having people begging me in the AO3 comments to finish CFAU and I'm here cranking out 1,500 ficlets no one asked for in an hour.

DISCLAIMER before we even do this: I don't read comics. I don't watch Marvel movies/shows. I don't know anything about these two characters beyond what I've seen in these five episodes of Hawkeye so I don't want to hear any "she wouldn't do or say that". I don't care lol. It's 3:20am, I'm up, I just wanted to expand on this one headcanon I talked about earlier. That's it. Don't even with me because I know y'all too well.

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Let's quickly set the scene for where they are as humans/in their relationship in my head at this point. Fast forward six months after that dinner scene in 1x05. Kate is using Bishop Securities to help Yelena track other Widows and deprogram them. It's a Whole Thing now. Yelena is training Kate to be a more skilled fighter/overall well rounded "superhero adjacent" thing (or whatever it is you want to call what Hawkeye does). They're being good gays and about to Uhaul. Kate surprised Yelena with the key to an apartment that has a view of Rockefeller "...so that come Christmas time you can see the tree every day." It got her laid. More than once. So many times. Okay, that's the basic fork headcanon backstory.

Now, they're supposed to be moving into the apartment but before they can go in Yelena stops them at the door and she pulls out a blindfold.

"Last time that came out I had bruised ribs for three weeks."

"I am not teaching you how to actually LISTEN during a fight this time, am I?"

"I don't know....There was also that one time you told me we were going to get our take out and ten minutes later drove the car into the Hudson."

"Escaping a sinking vehicle is a necessary survival skill. My father says you learn faster and better when you are not expecting the lesson. You made it out in four minutes and twenty two seconds. It was not a bad time. For a first timer."

"What's in there? Is there a seven foot man that I'll need to fight with my hands tied behind my back?"

"No."

"Ninja stars that'll come flying full speed at me?"

"No."

"Uh...a pissed off alien trying to retrieve a priceless artifact that I'll need to defend?"

Yelena hangs her head back laughing then gets on her toes to kiss her much too tall girlfriend.

"No angry aliens. Trust me, yes?"

"Always." Kate smiles and steals another kiss.

"Close your eyes then. No blindfold."

"Yeah, let's hold on the blindfold. Still too soon on that one."

"Are they closed?"

"Tight."

Kate can hear Yelena open the door. Yelena holds her hand then guides Kate inside. By her vague memory of the layout, Kate can tell they're heading to the kitchen.

"Okay. Move this way. More this way. A little this way. One step that way." Yelena keeps adjusting Kate trying to place her in just the perfect spot. "Open them."

Kate opens her eyes and on the empty counter there's...two forks.

"Two forks. Because we two people now. Not just one person anymore."

Kate takes a moment to internalize the forks and the immense meaning they hold. She stares at them for a long beat then turns to Yelena, eyes brimming with tears.

"You hate them." Yelena's face falls."I knew I should've asked Laura for recommendations instead of Clin-" Yelena is cut off by Kate's lips on hers.

"I don't hate them. Not even a little."

"Okay? Me and Clint did good job then?"

"The fact that it took two of the world's most dangerous killing machines to pick forks is...impressive but yes, you did an amazing job."

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Hours later, when they're sweaty and tired after unloading the moving truck, they make Mac & Cheese with Sriracha like that first night.

They have no chairs yet because they didn't bother packing anything except for the one pot they needed. It's all the energy they can muster. As soon as it's done cooking, Kate ungracefully slides her body down the cabinets directly next to the stove. That's as far as she can move. Pizza Dog promptly finds his place next to her and stares with his one good eye, begging for a serving. Kate relents.

Yelena might always be in control in most other aspects of their relationship but she's also the Smol to Kate's Tol so she's resigned herself to often being what she learned Americans call "Little Spoon". When Kate rests her back against the cabinets, Yelena shamelessly sits between her girlfriend's legs and presses her back to Kate's chest. You'd think after six months of this, Kate would be used to feeling Yelena's skin against hers but it still makes her stumble and whatever thing she was rambling about at seventy five miles an hour gets derailed for half a second.

"Do I make you nervous, Kate Bishop?" Yelena tilts her head to look up at Kate with a playful grin while she shoves a forkful of macaroni into her mouth.

"Pffft...me? Nervous? By you?...." The fake cocky façade breaks. "Yeah. A lot. All the time, actually. Like, constantly. Angry swarm of wired butterflies right up in here." Kate points to her stomach. They look at a each other for a long moment then burst out laughing. Yelena pulls Kate's chin down and they kiss.

"You really like the forks, yes?"

"They're good forks. Top notch." Kate tells her with a smile.

"Wait till you see spoons. Well, they are same as forks, but spoons. They are in box somewhere. There is knives too. Clint and I got the whole set."

"Wow. You guys did all that by yourselves?"

"I am sensing some sarcasm there." Kate shrugs and smiles. "You are lucky you are sexy or I kill you."

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that one before."

"It is truth. I could. You would not even know what happened. But I would never."

"'Never' is a big word. What if I eat the last fry one day? Or accidentally break one of your guns?"

"Then I just divorce you. But never kill you."

"Oh, so you're planning on marrying me? Is that what I'm hearing? Because, see, in order to divorce someone you sorta have to marry them first."

"Clint might have helped me buy other things."

Yelena shrugs. Kate's eyes go wide.

"What does that mean?!"

Yelena shrugs again.

"It means that Clint is...what you say..."Grumpy"...but Avengers get good deals on expensive things. He is great to take places."

"Baby, you can't just say that and then not..."

Yelena kisses her and jumps to her feet.

"Soooo many boxes left. Look at all the boxes." Yelena goes to work on the overflowing one on the counter. Kate also stands. She flips Yelena over and pins her again the counter.

"You can't say things like that and then do the Spy Deflecting Thing. That's just being a tease."

"I do not think you have ever complained about that before." Yelena tells her as she easily slips out from where Kate held her down and heads for the living room.

Kate follows, reaches for her arm, pulls her towards the wall, and pushes her against it face first. Yelena's cheek is now making contact with the cold paint. It's rough but not forceful, just enough. Kate knows she's pushing all the right buttons.

"Kate Bishop do not start things you cannot finish."

In one swift motion Yelena has not only reversed their positions - Kate now being the one tacked against the wall - but she has also managed to hold one of Kate's hands above her head while her other hand teases right over the edge of the tattered training shorts Kate had thrown on earlier.

"Oh, I can finish."

Kate stares at Yelena defiant. Yelena's hand slides under the elastic waistband.

--

They give the apartment a proper christening that night.

Despite Yelena's desire for an intricate proposal, Kate Bishop can be quite convincing (read: annoying) and Yelena was talked into showing the ring she had purchased that week soon after they woke the next morning.

[heyitssmiller]

Frosted Windowpanes: Part One

The Christmas Fic is here! Featuring Logan the lumberjack, Leo who owns a diner, and Finn who was just trying to have a quiet, uneventful holiday (lol). This was supposed to be a oneshot, but y’all know I’m too long-winded for that, so it looks like we’ll be having at least one more part for this story!

@donttouchmycarrots Thank you so much for proofreading/encouraging/being such a wonderful, wonderful friend. I don’t think I’d still be writing without you and iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou 

@lumosinlove​ Again, thank you for such wonderful characters! And for creating such a wonderful, welcoming fandom! I never thought I’d post my writing where people could read it, but then I met y’all and here we are! You guys are amazing! Happy Holidays, everyone! <3

Part Two is now up!

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It's that time of year When the world falls in love Every song you hear seems to say

- The Christmas Waltz

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Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.

“Took you long enough, sleeping beauty.” His sister, Noelle, teased from the driver’s seat of the beat-up truck that barely started most mornings.

“It’s too early for this.” He grumbled back, sliding into the passenger’s seat as the truck reluctantly spluttered to a start.

“The faster we get done out here, the faster we can go deal with customers.”

“That’s not exactly helping.”

Noelle laughed as she drove back into one of the fields, parking the truck at the far end. “Come on, it’s not that bad. They ask to buy a tree, you help them pick one out, take their money, and strap it to their car. Easy.”

They got out of the truck, grabbed the chainsaw from the back, and headed towards their first tagged tree. Logan grabbed the tree around its trunk to stabilize it while Noelle powered up the chainsaw, putting their conversation on hold. She crouched down to start cutting the base of the tree trunk, creating a notch before starting the back cut. Logan waited until the tree felt unstable before giving the tree a gentle push in the right direction and removing his hands. The tree hit the ground with a thud.

Noelle took that as her cue to continue their conversation. “Don’t pretend to be all grumpy and stoic. I know you like some of our regulars.”

“Some being the key word here.” He replied, grabbing the tree trunk again and beginning to drag it to the truck. Noelle just gave him a look that clearly said I see right through you but didn’t comment as she looked for the next tagged tree.

Logan heaved the Christmas tree into the bed of the truck and shoved it into one corner; he could probably fit one more tree alongside it before he started stacking them. He stood up straight, turning his head to watch the sun rise and peek over the tops of the trees, bringing rays of light and warmth with it.

Leo basked in the warmth coming from the oven as he took out a fresh batch of croissants, a welcome reprieve from the weather outside. He quickly put the next tray of pastries into the oven and transferred the baked croissants onto a plate, where he let them cool just a little before drizzling them with honey. He hummed along to the Christmas music playing on the radio as he worked on getting the diner ready to open in a few hours. He started the gumbo, red beans and rice, and jambalaya, letting them simmer on the stove before whipping up his fried chicken batter and breading so that it was ready whenever he needed it. Next was the cornbread, which was made from scratch and poured into muffin tins to create the perfect individual servings. Coffee was brewed, quiches were placed in the display window, waffle batter was whipped up and sitting in a bowl on the counter.

Leo was arranging croissants into a basket when the back door opened, letting all the cold air in and a small flurry of snow with it.

“Good morning!” Nate called as he came around the corner, shedding his coat and hat. Leo honestly wasn’t sure what he’d do without Nate. Running his own diner was hard – it was even harder when he’d moved to a different country, not knowing anyone there, and kept afloat with barely anything but his optimism and his confidence in his cooking. Nate was the first person he’d hired when business actually picked up, and he’d been there ever since. He had a real knack for cooking and managed to make every person that walked through their doors feel welcomed.

“Headed out to the farm?” Nate asked when he saw the basket of croissants and the large thermos Leo was filling with coffee.

“Yeah.” Leo said, grabbing coffee creamer and sugar and shoving them into his coat pocket after he slipped it on. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nah, I can hold down the fort while you’re gone.”

Leo smiled as he grabbed his hat. “Thanks. There’s croissants in the oven, but they’ll be done as soon as that timer goes off! I’ll be right back, ok?”

Nate gave him a look. “No you won’t.”

“No, I won’t.” Leo agreed with a laugh. “But I’ll be back before morning rush.” He said as he braced himself and opened the door to be greeted by the frigid Canadian winter.

Even after a year and a half, he had a feeling he’d never get used to this weather.

He made a beeline for his car, quickly getting behind the wheel and cranking the heat as high as it would go. He put the car in drive and slowly pulled out onto the road, keeping a firm grip on the wheel and his eyes on the road. He knew he was probably causing a traffic build-up behind him, which made Leo feel a little guilty. He’d driven through hurricanes countless times, but snow? Black ice? He was absolutely terrified of that. So he took his time, eventually turning off the main road and driving until he reached a sign with red lettering and a Christmas tree lot. There were handmade wreaths and garlands, and white Christmas lights strung up over the rows of trees for sale.

Leo put the car in park and grabbed his stuff, breath hitching as he faced the cold winds again. Marius, the head of the Tremblay family, was at the checkout counter, writing something down on a pad of paper. Once he looked up and saw Leo, he smiled broadly. “Hey, Nut!”

“Good morning.” Leo replied, raising the basket and thermos in his hands. “I come bearing gifts. Coffee and croissants.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Marius said as he gave Leo a stern look. “I’m sure you’ve got other things to do.”

Leo shrugged, opening the basket and offering them to the man. “I like doing this. Y’all work hard and have ridiculously long hours. And you work in this weather. I feel like you could use a little warmth.”

“You and your southern manners.” He grabbed a croissant anyways, taking a big bite. “Your favorite’s still out there bringing some trees in.” He said, motioning to one of the groves to the left. Leo could faintly hear the sound of a chainsaw in the distance.

“I don’t have favorites,” Leo protested as he set the thermos and croissants down on the table, even though it was clearly a bald-faced lie. He thought of evergreen eyes and a gorgeous laugh and a smile that left him breathless. He blamed the redness of his cheeks and ears on the cold. “I like all of you equally.”

“Right.” Marius said, dragging out the vowel. He was smiling, though. “He’s lucky to have a friend like you, you know.”

Leo had to force his smile to remain steadfast. Friend. That was all this was ever going to be, no matter how much his heart yearned for something more. He needed to learn to be content with that – it wasn’t fair to Logan otherwise, or to himself for that matter. He could be a good friend and leave it at that. It was still better than not knowing him at all.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” He said, only then remembering the sugar and coffee creamers in his coat pocket. He fished them out and set them on the counter next to the thermos. “I do have to get going, though. I’ve got the breakfast rush to deal with.”

Marius waved him off playfully, grabbing another croissant. “Go on, then. I’ll try to save some for the rest of them.”

Leo laughed at his antics, breath clouding in the air. “I’m holding you to that.”

Marius watched him get in his car and drive off very slowly with a chuckle. Damn southerners. He looked down at the coffee creamers and sugar, knowing Logan was the only one in the family that used them, and started speculating.

He heard the rumbling of the truck as it came in, the back loaded to the brim with trees. Noelle and Logan’s bickering could be heard before the truck’s engine got turned off, which was saying something. Marius grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee. He was going to need it.

“I mean, come on. Back to the Future is clearly the superior 80s movie. It’s definitely better than Top Gun.”

Logan closed his door, staring at his sister with a combination of horror and disbelief. “How dare you. Those aren’t even in the same genre!”

Noelle looked over at Marius right as she was about to start her counterargument and spotted the pastries and coffee. She grinned and abandoned Logan at the back of the truck in order to beat him to the food. One croissant was immediately shoved into her mouth as she grabbed another and then reached for a coffee cup one-handed. Marius snorted and grabbed it from her, filling it with steaming coffee.

She groaned. “Lolo, your friend needs to stop by more often. Fuck, this is good. If I wasn’t in a committed relationship already, I’d ask him to marry me.”

“Please don’t call me that.” Logan said gruffly, but his words were betrayed by a smile. He looked down at the pastries, eyes soft and smile dopy.

Marius knew that look. More importantly, he knew his son. And everything fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

“Maybe Logan should ask, instead.” He teased, although a part of him was completely genuine.

Logan choked on his first bite of croissant.

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“Finn!” June shouted as soon as she flung the door open, throwing herself into his arms. Finn laughed and hugged her back. Two seconds into his visit and he knew this was going to be the best way to spend the week before Christmas. He hadn’t seen June since they graduated college and, even though they kept in touch, it wasn’t the same.

“Four years is way too long.” He said as she let go. “Let’s not go that long without seeing each other again, ok?”

“Deal.” She replied, grabbing his bag for him and leading the way inside. The apartment was warm and cozy and lived in – there were books on the coffee table and a large pile of mail on the counter and a few stray dishes in the sink.

Finn loved it.

Heather, June’s fiancée, smiled in greeting and stuck her hand out to shake. “You must be Finn.”

He had originally thought it might be a little bit awkward, meeting his ex-girlfriend’s fiancée, but Heather seemed kind and welcoming and unperturbed about the whole thing. He shook her hand and returned the smile. “Heather. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh god.” She laughed, shooting June a look. June just winked and leaned over to check whatever food was in the oven.

“All good things.” Finn promised, letting Heather lead him to the guest room. It was as happy and welcoming as the rest of the apartment. As soon as they were out of earshot, he continued, “I’m really happy for you guys. She’s happier than I've ever seen her.”

“So am I.” Heather said wistfully as Finn set his bag down. “Bathroom’s through that door if you need it.”

“Thanks.”

When he rejoined the group in the living room, he noticed something: a distinct lack of Christmas decorations. June used to love decorating her college dorm room for the holidays – she went all out with little things she bought at the Dollar Tree and a miniature Christmas tree from Walmart. They used to get the tree together every year. It was strange that she hadn’t continued the tradition.

“No tree?” He asked June, surprised. She shrugged and scooted over on the couch to make room for all three of them.

“Haven’t had the time. I’ve been so busy at work and Heather’s been traveling for conferences. It’s not the same when you have to decorate by yourself.”

Finn hummed understandingly. He knew the feeling. “Why don’t we go get one now? Do you think some places are still open this late?”

Heather and June looked at each other, seeming to have a telepathic conversation. Finn watched on in amusement as they communicated with raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes and shrugs until they apparently made up their minds.

“Tremblay’s is probably still open. They’ve got the best trees, anyways.” June explained, turning to look at Finn. “But I’ve got to stay here and make sure our dinner doesn’t burn.”

“And I’ve got to stay here and supervise June while she uses the oven.” Heather added. Finn laughed, remembering too many times June had burned herself while using the rickety old oven from the 1970s that still lived on in their dorm building.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Finn teased and ruffled June’s hair. She just rolled her eyes and didn’t even bother trying to smooth it out again. Ruffling hair was one of Finn’s main ways of showing affection – she knew it would just get messed up again. Finn fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his navigation app. “I can go get the tree, if you want. You said the place was called Tremblay’s?”

“Finn, you really don’t have to-”

“No, I want to!” He cut in, standing up from the couch to grab his coat. “I didn’t bring presents for you guys because I’m so bad at gift-giving, so this can be my Christmas present.”

Heather hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” She asked, glancing at June again. “We can always go out and get a tree tomorrow.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be back soon, and with a tree!” Finn said as he reached the door, turned to give a cheery salute, and headed out to his car.

After a frankly terrifying drive through narrow back roads and potential ice hazards, Finn followed his app to a little tree farm off of the main road. There weren’t many cars there, thankfully, and it still looked open. The rows of white lights hanging above the trees were all lit and glowing, snow was falling at a slow, sleepy pace. It looked perfect, like something out of a dream.

And that was before Finn saw him.

The man working the front counter.

Finn raked his gaze over the man and swooned. Wavy brown hair, bright eyes, shoulders and arms so broad and built that it seemed like they were about to rip the plaid shirt he was wearing. With a nametag that stated Logan, he seemed like a rugged, Canadian, lumberjack dreamboat. Finn swallowed, making his way to the counter and the absolute vision behind it while he focused on not tripping over his own two feet.

“Hi,” Finn managed, trying not to get lost in evergreen eyes. “I’d like to buy a tree, please.”

“What type of tree would you like?”

Oh, the accent.

Finn was screwed.

“Uh…” Finn trailed off, looking at Logan and struggling to find words. “A Christmas tree?”

“Spruce, pine, or fir?” When Finn’s expression turned more confused, Logan smiled in exasperated, awed delight. Who drove all this way for a tree and had no clue what they were looking for? Most people at least had some idea. But not this one, apparently. Those big, Bambi eyes were lost and absolutely adorable.

“Do you have a size you’re looking for?” Logan asked, receiving a more perplexed look.

This was too funny. “Do you know anything about what kind of tree you want?”

“A pretty one? But not too expensive. Or too tall. Or heavy – I’ve got to get it up a huge flight of stairs.”

Logan couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer. He leaned forwards against the counter and laughed, eyes squeezing shut and shoulders shaking. Finn watched with a smile of his own, taking in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and the contagious nature of his laugh. He felt like this – this right here – was the only thing he wanted to do for the next several hours, especially if he was the reason for the laughter. He thought of that song he could never remember the name of but heard a lot on Tiktok that said, “oh no, I think I’m catching feelings” and never related to a song more in his entire life.

“Ok,” Logan said when he’d finally caught his breath. “Ok, I’m going to pick one out for you, how’s that sound…?”

“Finn.” The redhead supplied with a laugh of his own. “And please. I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“Clearly.” Logan stepped around the counter and led him towards a group of trees. “These are Douglas Firs. They last a long time, smell great, and they don’t take a lot of trimming or maintenance. They’re also pretty cheap since they’re so common.”

Finn looked from the trees to another group of trees a little ways off. “They all look the same.”

“Who’s the expert here?” Logan teased, shooting him a look over his shoulder as he walked from one tree to the next. Finn trailed after him eagerly, watching calloused, muscular hands trail along the needles of the trees.

“We can go look at the Fraser Firs, if you want, but I really think one of these is your best bet.” Logan continued, stopping in front of a mid-sized tree. “How about this one?”

Finn looked at it, then back at Logan. “What do you think? Since I clearly don’t know anything about trees.” That drew another smile from Logan, which made Finn vow to himself to make the brunet smile like that again.

Logan dragged the tree out from the rest of the group and looked it over. “I think it’s a good one. Good shape, healthy. I sure know how to pick ‘em, eh?”

Eh. How adorably Canadian.

“Sounds good. It’s not even for me, so my input doesn’t really matter a whole lot.”

Logan sent him a confused look. “So you went out at nine o’clock at night to get a Christmas tree, and it’s not for you?”

“I don’t even live in this country.”

“What?”

“I’m visiting friends that live here, and they’ve been traveling or too busy to decorate like they normally do, so I decided I’d get the ball rolling and find them a Christmas tree.” Finn shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Not only was he stunning, he was thoughtful to boot.

Logan clearly had a type.

“That’s nice of you.” He removed the tree from its stand and started lugging it to the counter, watching the redhead trail behind him yet again out of the corner of his eye. When he reached his destination, he set the tree down and found Finn staring at him with a look of awe on his face. He bit back a smile. “How long are you staying?”

Finn was silent for a second, as if in a trance, then snapped out of it with a little shake of his head. “Huh?”

That smile he was holding back broke through. “How long are you staying in town?”

“Oh. Just for the week, then I’m off to spend Christmas with my family back home in New York.”

“A New Yorker, huh?” Logan asked as he bagged the tree up, attempting to do the accent and making Finn laugh. “This must be quite the change of pace for you.”

“You have no idea.”

Finn’s stomach growled, making his eyes widen and his cheeks burn in embarrassment. It must’ve been loud enough for Logan to hear because he turned back around to face Finn and quirked an eyebrow. “Hungry?” He asked, then told Finn the price of the tree. Finn handed his card over.

“Yeah. Haven’t had dinner yet.”

“I, uh, I know a place.” Logan said, playing with Finn’s credit card before meeting his eyes and quickly adding, “If you’re interested. I haven’t had dinner either.”

Finn grinned, not even trying to hide his excitement. The only thing he’d wanted when he left June and Heather’s apartment was a tree. Now he had a potential date with this gorgeous, witty guy? Yes please. “Yeah?”

Logan shared his smile, leaning forward against the counter and looking up at him through dark, dark eyelashes. Finn’s heart fluttered. “Yeah. Sounds fun to me.”

“Great.” Finn said, unsure of what else to say and suddenly feeling a little awkward. Was he supposed to wait for him to finish his shift? Were they driving together? Where was this restaurant?

He needed to text June.

Shit. She had been making dinner when he left. But he’d already agreed to dinner with Logan. But it would be so rude to not spend time with his hosts. But he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn’t go on this date.

He pulled out his phone as Logan ran his card through the system to text June.

To June: Sooooo there might be a change of plans. Some hot guy is my acting tour guide for the night and I won’t be making it home for dinner. But I promise I have a tree and I will be back eventually.

It only took June a few seconds to respond.

From June: Damn. You go, Finn.

He laughed under his breath, then pocketed his phone. When he looked up, Logan was looking at him and holding his card out. Finn grabbed it and shoved it into his wallet, which he pocketed. “Ready to go?” Logan asked, grabbing the trunk of the tree and preparing to drag it again. “I can drive, if you want. We’ll strap the tree to the top of your car and then head out.”

“Works for me. Do you need help with that?” Finn motioned to the tree. Not that he minded the view – quite the contrary – but he felt bad not doing anything.

“Want to grab the netting towards the top? We can carry it instead of dragging it.”

Finn grabbed the netting and followed Logan’s lead as they both lifted the tree and started carrying it out to Finn’s car, Finn giving directions as they went. Getting the tree to the top of the rental car was a struggle, but they managed and strapped it down.

They hurried to Logan’s car and shut out the cold as quickly as they could. Logan started the rickety old pickup truck that smelled strongly of Christmas trees and took off down the road at a much faster pace than Finn would ever dare to drive these roads.

“I have a feeling you’re going to love this place.” Logan said as he turned right onto the main road, accelerating a bit more. “Pretty much everyone does. It’s not very Canadian, but you can’t beat the food.”

“What defines a restaurant as Canadian?” Finn mused, looking over at the driver. “Maple syrup? Poutine?”

“Watch it.” There was no heat in Logan’s voice, so Finn didn’t take it to heart. They slowed down and pulled into a parking lot of a diner simply called Leo’s. The outside looked a little rundown, which made Finn a little apprehensive, but the windows were all fogged up from the temperature difference between inside and outside, which was always promising.

Logan turned the car off and shot Finn an excited grin. “Ready?”

Finn couldn’t tell if he was excited for dinner with him or just the food. Hopefully it was both.

The inside of the diner was… eclectic. The walls were a faint yellow, but there were splashes of deep purple, green, and gold in the decorations on the walls. Mardis Gras, Finn realized as he spotted some masks hanging on the wall. The food smelled amazing – warm and spicy and savory. Behind the baked goods on display counter stood a young kid with a cleaning spray and a rag, wiping down the counters. He looked up at the bell that signaled the door opening and instantly recognized Logan. He sent them a smile before turning his head and shouting towards the direction of the kitchen, “Leo!”

There was a loud clang, followed by a muffled curse. “Be there in a jiffy!”

Finn looked to Logan in confusion. “Was that a southern accent? Like American south?”

“Leo.” Was all Logan said, a happy smile on his face.

“You guys can go ahead and sit down,” The kid at the counter said. “I’ll bring some menus.”

“Thanks, Nate.” Logan led the way towards a booth in the front corner of the dining area and sat down facing the door. Finn sat opposite him, accepting a menu with thanks. The menu consisted of southern U.S. staples – biscuits and gravy, grits, red beans and rice, fried chicken, etouffee, jambalaya, po’boys, fried catfish, cornbread, the list went on.

“So is this guy from Louisiana?”

Logan wasn’t even looking at the menu, he was watching every nuance of Finn’s expressions as he took everything in. “New Orleans, born and raised.”

“How the hell did he end up here?”

“He had an uncle who owned this place and left it to Leo when he died. Originally he was just going to fix it up and sell it before going back home, but two months led to a year and he’s still here. Doesn’t seem to be planning on going anywhere else for a while, either.” Logan suddenly perked up, looking at something over Finn’s shoulder. “Here he comes.”

Finn swiveled in his seat and stopped dead in his tracks.

Tall.

They were both greeted by a dimpled smile as Leo approached their table, flour or powdered sugar – Finn wasn’t sure which one – all over his apron and a dusting of it in his fluffy blond hair.

“Hey, Logan. See you’ve brought company!” His accent dragged sweet and slow like molasses, so very out of place this far north. But it was refreshing, like a breath of fresh air or the sun coming out from behind the clouds after a week of rain. As he got closer, Finn realized what he’d thought to be flour in his hair was actually a gray streak. And wow, were his eyes blue.

How was everyone here so attractive?

“Finn, meet Leo. Leo, this is Finn.” Logan said, smile never leaving his face as he looked between the two. “He’s new here.”

Leo arched an eyebrow. “And you brought him here?”

“You do have the best pie in town.”

That got another sunny smile from Leo. “Damn right I do. But dinner first. Can’t go on spoilin’ your dinner with pie.” Those blue eyes turned to Finn, causing his breath to hitch just a little. “What’ll you have, sugar?”

Finn simply wasn’t going to survive this night. Was this a dream? That would explain all the attractive guys – the probabilities of something like this happening in real life were slim to none. He pinched his arm harshly. Not a dream.

What the fuck?

Finn realized he still hadn’t answered and was just staring at the blond. He cleared his throat and quickly averted his gaze to the menu, not really reading anything but grateful for something else to look at besides the two guys in front of him. “Um… what would you recommend?” He finally asked, grateful that he could get his vocal cords to actually work.

Leo hummed, thinking about it. “Personally I really like the muffuletta, if you’re looking for a sandwich. Definitely the gumbo if you’re in the mood for soup. I do make a mean fried catfish, too.”

Finn wasn’t sure what exactly a muffuletta was, but he ordered it. Logan got his usual, whatever that meant. Leo wrote down their orders and gave them one last smile before retreating to the kitchen. They both watched him go, then Finn whipped back around to face Logan.

“Is he real?”

Logan just laughed, leaning back in his seat. Finn panicked for half a second, terrified that what he’d said was the worst possible thought to voice on what was potentially a first date. But Logan didn’t seem to mind. He just looked back at the kitchen with a soft smile Finn hadn’t seen before.

“You know, I ask myself that a lot.” He said quietly, as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. And Finn finally understood.

He was in love with Leo.

The sound of a record scratching filled Finn’s head.

Wait.

That didn’t make any sense… because Finn was ninety-five percent sure that Logan had been flirting with him all night.

Hadn’t he?

They made small talk while they waited for their food, and Logan was pleasantly surprised at how… easy it was. He normally didn’t like small talk and didn’t share personal stories with strangers, but here Finn was, pulling stories out of him that he normally wouldn’t share on a first date.

Was this a date? Logan couldn’t decide if he wanted it to be one or not. One hand, this was definitely the most fun he’d had in weeks. On the other hand, Leo. He sent a glance towards the kitchen window before focusing back on Finn’s story about one of the parties he and June went to back in college. There was lots of alcohol, mattresses, and a roof involved. Finn’s storytelling included a myriad of different expressions, all of which Logan found endearing. The wrinkle of his nose when he talked about drunk frat boy antics, the way he got all soft whenever he talked about June, the laughter lines around his eyes when he told a funny anecdote.

How was it possible to be so cute and yet so hot at the same time?

And how had he met two guys who fit into both of those categories?

Nate brought their food out while Logan was in the middle of a story about the time he’d found a squirrel in one of their trees and got attacked when he tried to relocate the thing when Nate came back with the food. Finn had the muffuletta, which was apparently meat and cheese and some sort of olive spread or something – Finn had no idea, but it looked and smelled amazing. Logan had a bowl of red beans and rice in front of him, but he was waiting to see Finn’s reaction to the food before starting his own.

Finn took a bite of the sandwich, then his eyes widened almost comically. “Oh my god.”

“I know.” Logan said, getting a spoonful of red beans and rice.

“Where has this been all my life?”

“Just wait until you try the pie.”

Finn didn’t speak again, he just ate. The food clearly took precedence over any possible conversations. Logan couldn’t help but agree. Finn ate like a man who hadn’t seen food in a week, finishing the sandwich in record time. He leaned back in his seat when he was done, letting out a happy, content sigh. “Holy shit. Is everything on the menu that good?”

“Pretty much.”

“And he hasn’t been on the Food Network yet?”

Logan grinned. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“We should tell them to get up here and try this food.”

“Y’all, I don’t have time for the Food Network.” Finn jumped a little as Leo reappeared with two slices of pie. “I appreciate it, though. You liked it, huh?”

Finn looked up at him. “I kind of want to come back every day I’m here.” And he meant it. He wouldn’t be coming back just for the food, though.

“Well, I definitely won’t stop you.” Leo said with a dimpled smile. Finn barely held in a dreamy sigh.

Dimples.

“Why don’t you join us?” Finn asked, scooting over to make room for the blond. But Leo just shook his head with a rueful smile.

“I wish I could, but I’ve got twelve pies that need to be made.”

“Twelve?” Finn asked in mild horror. “When do you sleep?”

“The chocolate crème pies are in high demand, especially around the holidays. But it’s fine, I don’t mind it. I’m just glad I've got business.” Leo seemed to be ignoring the sleep question, which was never a good sign.

“You look tired.” Logan noted, face muddled with concern.

Leo laughed softly, but didn’t seem to take offense. “Thanks a lot, darlin’.”

Logan broke eye contact and pushed the residual whipped cream around on his plate. Finn hadn’t even realized he’d started eating, but he quickly followed suit and fuck, was that good.

“I just meant you need to take care of yourself, that’s all.” Logan mumbled into his plate without looking up, almost as if he was afraid to see the cook’s response.

“Says the guy who works even longer hours than I do.” Leo teased, causing Logan to roll his eyes.

“That’s because it’s almost Christmas and I work at a Christmas tree farm. It’s only temporary. We’ll be back to normal by the end of the week.”

“Well, good. You deserve to sleep in for once.” Leo said, taking a step back towards the kitchen. “But I really do have to go. Those pies won’t make themselves.”

“Do you want help?” Finn asked hopefully, He honestly couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night than baking with these two. Being given instructions in a thick southern drawl, helping Logan make pie filling, trading stories (and maybe kisses) while they waited for the pies to be done.

But Leo quickly dashed his dreams. “That’s sweet, honey, but I think I’ll be faster on my own. I’ve got a system that makes it pretty efficient. And I don’t give out my recipes to just anyone, you know.”

Oh, but I’d love to be someone to you.

Logan also looked disappointed. “We should get going, then. Don’t want to keep distracting you.”

“At least you’re a welcome distraction.” Leo said with a wink before he turned and disappeared into the kitchen. He let the door close behind him before backing up to lean against it, tilting his head back to rest against the wood and closing his eyes. The happy façade dropped in an instant.

Because Logan was out there, on a date with a guy. A handsome, kind, funny guy who would have absolutely no trouble sweeping Logan off his feet.

And that guy wasn’t Leo.

.

Finn flopped dramatically onto the couch back at June’s apartment, muffling a scream into a poor, unsuspecting pillow. June looked up from her book with a laugh. “Well hello to you, too.”

“I’m in love.”

“Oh?” Heather asked from her spot cuddled up next to June.

Finn turned his head sideways to open one eye and look at the two of them. “With a lumberjack and a cook.”

“Ah,” June said knowingly as she dog-eared the page she was on and closed the book. “Beware the lumberjacks. They’re known to be irresistible. Alright then, which Tremblay was it?”

Finn cocked his head. “What?”

Heather smiled as June tilted her head back and let her run her fingers through dark brown curls. They were so cute it was almost sickening. “There’s four of them: three sisters and a brother. Which one did you fall for?”

Finn couldn’t have held back the smile that crossed his face even if he tried. “Logan.”

June groaned. “I get it. Holy shit, those eyes.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t know he cooked, though.”

“No, the cook was another guy.” Finn sighed as he twisted to lay on his back and stare wistfully up at the ceiling. “Leo.”

“The southern one with the diner?”

“That’s the one.”

“Damn, O’Hara. You do know-”

“They’re head-over-heels in love with each other? Yeah, I got that.” Finn stretched his legs out to rest on June’s lap. “But I’m also pretty sure that was a date. And that Logan was flirting with me.” He sighed again, covering his eyes with his arm. “I’m doomed.”

“Always so dramatic.” June teased. “Just date both of them.”

Finn froze, his mind going completely blank. “What?”

“Date both of them.” She repeated, unfazed. “Polyamorous relationships are a thing, you know. Who says you can’t date both of them?”

Finn moved his arm away from his face to stare at her. “Huh.” He finally said, mind kicking back into gear. That sounded… perfect, actually. Only a few hitches. Did Leo even like him? They’d barely talked to each other. Finn could see Logan being ok with the whole dating two people thing, seeing that he was flirting with both of them, but what would Leo think? And the other hitch. “I’m only for a week, though.”

“Then you’d better act fast, lover boy.”

“I’ve got a question.” Heather piped up.

Finn looked at her and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to ask her question.

“Where’s the tree?”

He could probably see it from their front window if he bothered to stand up, still strapped to his rental car. “Shit.”

[melancholyofeos]

Forever and Ever (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

A/N: This might be triggering for some audience. Reader's discretion is advised.

Forever and Ever (Tsukishima Kei x Suicidal!Fem Reader)

Word Count: 2,652

Tsukishima's Point of View

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Shit! Why is she not answering her phone?! My heart beating fast, I ran towards the parking lot of our building. I knew something was off! Why did I even go to work?!

I walked towards the car, slamming the door open frantically. The moment I sat in the driver's seat, I immediately put the key in the ignition. Not bothering to put my seat belt on, I drove fast out of the parking lot to get home.

I floored the acceleration pedal and drove off into the street. The sky glowing a faint orange color, the sun started to set. The darkness slowly enveloping the sky, my car drove thread through the busy street full of passersby.

I can't help but reminisce all the time Y/N and I have spent together. It might be out of character for me to say this but our past feels like once upon a time.

I sighed. I get that having a part-time job is hard but I didn't know it would be this hectic. Who the hell let all these people in, anyway? The coffee shop is packed today, probably because it's the week before the exam.

"Miss, can I sit here?" I heard a man said on the other side of the room. He was asking the girl who's sitting by the window.

"Oh... Uhm... I'm sorry but I don't want to." She thought long hard. It looks like she doesn't want to but also didn't want to offend the guy. "What a fucking bitch. It's not like I'm asking for anything else." The man raised his voice.

Some people prefer their space, and this guy is just plainly crossing the line. I don't want to do extra work but the sight is bothering me. I went over and approached them.

"Hey, no need to raise your voice. The lady said she doesn't want to, now back off." I said, glaring at the guy. "Is this what the employees in this coffee shop do? Let me talk to the manager."

I rolled my eyes at him and replied. "Is this what shitty customers do? Go ahead and call the manager since you're already talking to him." I smirked at him and crossed my arms.

The crowd inside the coffee shop gave him dirty looks and he looked humiliated. Out of defeat, he walked through the small coffee shop and headed outside.

The girl bowed herself slightly and muttered, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," I replied and went back to my work. After I got the orders of the people in line and delivered them on the back of the cashier and the others got to work.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I looked to my side and saw Daichi-san giving me a thumbs up. "You did great out there." He smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry for saying I was the manager. I just-"

"It's nothing, Tsukishima. I'm impressed. You would make a good manager." He said. Daichi-san is also a part-timer. He's older than me for two years and is graduating this year.

I gave him a firm nod and went to do other tasks like delivering the coffees to the customers' table. The girl who was harassed earlier sat quietly as she reads over her notes.

I can't help but look over her way as I pass through the tables of the coffee shop. Ugh, Kei, what are you doing?

The girl didn't leave, even when my shift's almost over. She's not the usual customers that we have here, the kind that orders one cup of coffee and stays for the whole day. She orders almost every hour, mostly snacks. But she is drinking a lot of coffee.

By the time my shift ended, she stood up and left.

Coincidentally, this happened every day. She would hang around the coffee shop for a whole day on weekends and a few hours on weekdays. Another coincidence is that she always goes home by the time my shift is over.

One day, I came in late and saw her already seated on her usual spot. This might be my imagination but her face lighted up when she saw my face. We made eye contact for a few seconds before she turned away and looked at her notes again.

This baffled me for the whole day. Was she interested in me? Or maybe my mind's just playing games? The whole day, we would lock gaze every time each one of us came into sight.

I'll be lying if I said I didn't feel nervous and my heart didn't beat faster.

By the time my shift ended that weekend, she stood up and fixed her things, and head over to the door. Before she could reach the door handle, I ran to her and caught her by the wrist.

She looked at me with her beautiful eyes. Curiously, she looked at my hand and her face grew hot. Feeling awkward, I let go and bowed.

"W-What is it?" She asked softly. I gazed at her and tried to form words but I was a stuttering mess. Kei, when did you become this way?

"I-I was thinking if maybe... we could hang out sometime?" Damn it! That's too straightforward! I should've been more civil. She might reject me because I asked this stupid question.

She looked at me with her (eye color) orbs and gave me a sweet smile.

"I would like that." And then she left.

And so we did. We hang out the day after. And then the day after, and then the day after. Being around her felt comfortable and somehow, familiar. She feels like home. I've never clicked with someone like this. The last time I found someone who felt right was when I befriended my best friend, Tadashi.

Two years later, I graduated from college. We were together for those two years. I'm older by a year and so, she's still in college. In our first year as a couple, we moved in together. It was rushed, but it felt right.

Now, I'm heading over to our apartment out of alarm because of the message she sent me a few minutes ago.

'I love you so much, Kei. I will always love you, you know that right?'

Her message felt odd. It's not a sweet letter. When I first read it, instead of sweetness, shivers went through my spine. I didn't even ask my boss if I could leave. I just straight up went to the parking lot and drove away.

I might get in trouble for this but I don't care.

Y/N felt odd today. She smiles and gives hugs and kisses just like usual but it doesn't feel right. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

I was having a hard time putting on my necktie when Y/N went over to me and took over.

"You know you were never good at this. Just ask for my help, okay?" She smiles as she fixed the mess I made. "Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"You should try smiling more. If I hadn't introduced you to our friends properly, they would've thought you're a snob." She joked and laughed lightly.

"Really? Do I look like that to you?" I asked her and glared at her.

"There, all done. Hmm... yes?" She said and ran her palms on my clothed chest. "But I can love a snob as long as he's you." She squeezed my cheek.

My face heated up. I didn't want to tell her that her teasing got through me but she knows me too well.

"S-Shut up." I muttered. She laughed loudly and smacked me in the chest. "You're such a Tsundere, Kei." I ignored her little comment.

"You should prepare now. You have classes later, right?" I asked.

"Mhmm. You should worry about yourself more. I can take care of myself." She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. I disregarded it, as I thought that maybe my eyes are just playing with me.

Y/N has always been open to me. She tells me everything, even what she's feeling. I'm the one who doesn't open up. But she figured that out already.

I left and went to work.

I shouldn't have.

I almost got into an accident because of my overspeeding but I managed to get home safely. I ran to the lobby and caught the closing elevator doors. My foot tapped impatiently as I wait for it to get onto my floor.

The moment the doors opened, I dashed out and ran. I ran, my heart beating in my ears. The adrenaline course through my body, as If I'm fighting life and death.

I swiped my card and opened the door frantically.

I was greeted by silence. I ran through the whole apartment and saw her nowhere. She isn't here.

While I was contemplating where Y/N might've been, my phone rang loudly.

It's Tadashi.

"Hello?" I asked.

"K-Kei! Did you get a message from Y/N?! She's-" He asked, panicked.

My blood ran cold. Why does it feel like there's something bad that might happen?

"What happened?! Just spit it out, Tadashi!" I asked again, scared of what he might reply.

"I... I don't know how to say this. Maybe... you should come over to the roof."

W...What's happening?

Before I can even decide to come to the roof, my feet already took over. Tadashi greeted me with tears in his eyes. He hugged me tightly, for some reason I didn't know about.

Eventually, he released me as he let out loud sobs. His eyes drifted on the other side of the roof and tears rolled down my cheek.

My Y/N.

She hanged herself.

She's lying on the ground with a coat supporting her head, probably Tadashi's. Her neck has these marks, and there's a white rope lying beside her head. I broke down, right there in front of Tadashi even though I did not want to.

My knees felt wobbly, and I fell to the ground. Tadashi was quick to assist me, as he leaned down and tried to help me up.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Realizing that I'm over here being a fucking pussy, I ran to her side and hugged her upper body.

"Call the fucking ambulance! What the hell are you doing, standing there?!" I shouted at him. Tears fell in his eyes as he replied.

"I already did. They're already coming this way but when I checked her pulse... she's... cold. There's no sign of life, Kei..."

"No! You're lying! You're such a fucking liar!" I looked down at my Y/N, her face pale. She looks peaceful.

"How... could you be at peace when you just left me? Does this make you happy, Y/N?" I asked. Tadashi put his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.

"Fuck! If I stayed here with you the whole day, then maybe you're still alive! No, because if I did stay here, you would definitely be alive."

"It's not your fault, Kei..." Tadashi comforted. But his words don't get through to me. They sounded stupid.

"Tell me this is just some lame-ass joke, Y/N! You better open your eyes now and tell me this is all a prank!" I shouted. I waited but she wouldn't open her eyes.

The loud sound of the wind howled in my ear. I felt a presence envelop me by the shoulder. I should be cold, but I'm not. It's almost as if... it's comforting me.

"Is that you, Y/N? Why do you have to comfort me now when you should've stayed by my side forever..."

The faint sound of sirens can be heard all the way here in the roof. After a few more minutes, the medics came to check out what happened. One medic took my Y/N away from my embrace and I really wanted to kill them but I had to let go.

If I wanted her to live... I should let go.

She was long gone before she could even reach the hospital. Tadashi was right. It's been a few hours now but it still hasn't sunk in my mind. What's her reason?

What could possibly be the reason that she wanted to die? Did I do anything wrong? Was I the reason?

They say she would stay in the hospital morgue and there's no point with me staying back. So I went home.

As I opened the door, her scent got through me. Her perfume... it's all over the place. Tears started to prickle in my eyes but I went ahead and walked inside the room.

I plopped down in our bed.

Ugh. What a day.

I looked at her side of the bed and realized that there's a letter resting on her bedside table. I hurriedly took it but was gentle enough to not destroy the envelope.

Fuck.

"Dear Kei, I'm sorry I did this. I know this is a shock to you. I know what you're thinking, 'who the hell wouldn't get shocked by this?' and I know that. I left you alone. But please hear me out, if you will. You are the best thing that ever happened in my life. That day when you rescued me in the cafe, I was thinking of killing myself. I was so stressed, I thought I might fail. By that time, dad already left us to live with her mistress. Mom said it was my fault for dad leaving because of my college tuition. It's not good for your parents to work hard for money, only for you to fail, right? But I saw you there. You were working hard, and I thought I should too. You gave me the inspiration to work harder and be the best daughter my parents ever had. Meeting you changed my life, Kei. You are so gentle, so kind. You don't like showing your emotions but I already know what goes through your mind. Again, I know what you might be thinking right now. If you made me so happy, why did I left? No, it's not your fault Kei. I felt so depressed, and I just wanted to end it. Dad tried to come back to our life, and I should be happy. But somehow, that hollow feeling inside of me never changed, even when we were together. But at least I knew how it felt like to fall in love. I figured that you would be better off with someone who isn't like me. And if I break up with you, for this reason, you wouldn't let me go. I just want to rest, Kei. Forever. God knows how much I love seeing you next to me every time I wake up but the stress from college and family gets through to me. I'm so sorry for being this weak, you deserved better. I don't know where I might end up, but I promise you we'll meet each other on the other side. I will make sure of it.

I love you so much, my beautiful Kei. Promise me you'll find another girl that you will cherish the way you cherished me. Be happy, have a wife and a family. I wish you all the best in the world. But I had to go. I put all my letters to our friends in my drawer, can you distribute them? Don't cry, okay? I would always be with you. By the way, I have other recorded messages. Play one every time your birthday comes. Visit me at least every day, okay? I want you to speak for me at the funeral. I want to show everyone how beautiful my boyfriend is.

I'm yours, eternally.

Love, Y/N"

I would never forget you, my Y/N.

I'm also yours... eternally.

Wait for me...

I'll see you on the other side.

[misterewrites]

Intro to Jaime 101 and a Half

Hey everyone! E here hoping you are all good. It's time for a new chapter of Mirror's Edge! Haha been a while huh? I was actually writing a mini arc for welcome to an Underground cuz it felt right you know? Better to get all that put together and squared away. And now that that's done, here we are.

Umm the next thing I write will either be another's Mirror's Edge chapter, the last intro chapter before I get into actual story arcs or maybe some fandom stuff I haven't decided. 

Anyway, I hope you are all safe, sound, keeping your loved ones safe too, wear a mask, wash your hands, vaccinate yourself if you can, push to release the vaccines world wide and be careful. Have an amazing week and see you soon with a new chapter and or story! feel free to leave likes, reblog, comments and recommend this to your friends! I appreciate it, enjoy!!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/80953405

Here’s the story from the beginning if you’re curious what’s it all about

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/75486005

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Summary:  Jaime, adoptive sister of Finnrick and fiancée of Casey, is late to work. The Grimoire, magical library and hub of all knowledges is her workplace and she has thrown herself into it completely for whatever reason. Still with Casey lingering on her mind, she can't help but feel torn between her love of books and the love of her life.

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As Jaime hurried away from Willow’s Rook and Casey, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed in herself. She told herself under no circumstances she would see her fiancée but one glance towards his office and Jaime was knocking on his door without a second thought. A ten minute conversation later and now she was late to work.

She sighed, glancing downward towards the engagement ring snugly wrapped around her finger.

Jaime’s heart raced beyond her control as her fingers tingled with the warmth Casey’s cheek. She could still feel the pulsing of their hearts beating in time with one another, love and longing palpable in that moment.

“Jaime, why do you do this to yourself?” she murmured sadly “You said don’t see him. You said don’t visit him. You said you could handle this whole break and now we’re late.”

Jaime picked up her pace, power walking in hopes somehow that could shave off the seconds she desperately needed to avoid being reprimanded: The Grimoire may have been a library but it had a strict late policy both on books and personal.

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The Grimoire was as elegant as it was ancient: The library was one of the oldest buildings in Newton Haven, constructed when the city was little more than a mile of stacked bricks among swampland. Faded red stone archways and columns did nothing to belittle the power and importance of the Grimoire. Even the mundane folk could feel the magical force that radiated from within, a fantastic world beyond the threshold.

Of course there was a fantastic world hidden inside: The library was one of the major hubs for the magical community and it wasn’t uncommon to see various races searching the many bookshelves for whatever subject tickled their fancy.

The interior was elegant and timeless: The walls and floors were soothing shades of brown with furniture pulled from all eras of human history. Three stories of endless knowledge about countless subjects. Translucent spirits hurried back and forth, humming happily in death as they did in life while they performed their duties to the Grimoire. In the center, amid the hustle and bustle, stood a spiraling staircase that disappeared beyond the ceiling to the Librarian’s office.

There, just past the entrance and to the side, was a security desk with a figure lazily sitting upon it: He was humanoid, muscular and impossibly large, easily seven feet tall. His skin was gray as storm clouds and his eyes shone with an electric blue shade. His hair and beard were frosted white like he dove face first into snow. His uniform consisted of a dark blue buttoned up collared shirt that was one flex from tearing in two and old rugged jeans. His black combat boots were immaculately cleaned as he placed them on the surface of the desk.

He clicked his tongue as he slowly turned the page on the latest romance novel he had been enthralled by.

“Sinclair, you’re late.” He spoke softly but even a whisper couldn’t stop his voice from reverberating throughout the hall.

Passerby’s shot confused glances at one another but no one stopped at Dusty’s declaration

The storm giant sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly “Sinclair, you’re not fooling anyone.”

Silence and more quizzical glances.

Dusty shook his head, disappointed as he snapped his finger.

The air smelled of fresh rain while a source-less thunder boomed overhead. Nearby, a person, previously invisible, flickered into existence. Their previously camouflaged self changed into a rainbow of colorful hues before bursting into a flurry of sea green sparks and revealing a sheepish Jaime, her hands raised in defeat.

“Sinclair.” Dusty’s voice was dry yet amused.

Jaime clasped her hands together as she made her way over to the storm giant’s desk “Dusty! I...”

“Am late.” he finished for her, a gentle chuckle escaping his throat “Remington again?”

“Whaaaaaa?” Jaime’s face scrunched into a false sense of surprise “No, no. Come on. Me and Casey are….well you see…..it’s frankly none of your business.”

Dusty nodded wisely “True. It is none of my business. Go on before I sic the ghosts on you.”

Jaime gave a quick curtsy before running as quickly as she could. Dusty rolled his eyes before returning to his romance novel he was previously captivated with.

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Everyone who worked in the Grimoire had their own personal office tucked away somewhere to ensure privacy for personal studies. Jaime’s office was in the back of the library, hidden behind the alchemy section. It was one of the wider offices, more akin to a school class room. True to her wizard background, it was messy: Piles of folders, books left open and hastily scribbled papers were sprawled about. A fairly sized cauldron sat ontop of her desk, currently not in use. Sticky notes littered randomly across the walls. And like any true wizard, a magical circle was engraved directly into the center of the room for varying purposes.

Despite the appearance of her lair, she was actually one of the more organized of wizards. Even her prodigal brother Finn’s lair wasn’t as well maintained and cataloged as her. Though, to be fair, she did have help most wizards didn’t.

Jaime placed her bag by the door, eyes searching about for her helper.

“Bartholomew! Bartholomew Ringtail, you here?”

A moment past before the sound of rustling papers and scuttling paws could be heard. Jaime reached into her pack and pulled out a bag of popcorn just in time for Bartholomew reach out for the treat.

Bartholomew Ringtail, like his name suggested, was raccoon. Light gray fur, little black mask over his snout and tiny adorable paws. However, unlike most of his kind, wore a small cap upon his head and that made him cuter than the average raccoon.

Well that and the fact he was magical.

While her brother was a master practitioner of powerful protective wizardry, Jaime’s skills lay elsewhere as a conjurer. Her strength came in summoning powerful familiars to further her goals.

Normally a wizard would have to spend time preparing the ritual, collecting the materials related to whatever being they were trying to bring onto this plane. Demons, angels, fey, constructs of strange and alien machinery from beyond human understanding. Anything could be summoned if you had the proper knowledge and power.

Normally such rituals would take hours if not days to perform: Time to gather magical energies, to search the planes of reality for your being of choice and of course drag it kicking and screaming to you. Also summons were temporary as beings not native to the plane could only be sustained by whatever magic brought them. Much like a timer, the magic would slowly fade and once empty any being summoned are forcibly returned from whence they came.

Jaime was much faster and more persuasive in her summoning spell casting. She could do it in a matter of minutes as opposed to days though it still required a massive amount of magical energy, Unlike other wizards, conjurer summons did not decay over time. Whatever they brought into this world stayed in this world unlike magic could no longer maintain their form, usually from being attacked over and over.

Bartholomew was one such creature. In fact Bartholomew was Jaime’s first summon back when she was a fledgling wizard being trained by her brother. She wasn’t hundred percent where exactly he came from but she was grateful for her longtime companion and friend.

Bartholomew popped open the popcorn bag and hurriedly began to stuff handful of the tasty snack into his waiting maw.

Jaime smiled brightly before glancing about room, quietly complementing which project to continue.

A wizard’s magic was as much studying as it was practice.

Finnrick once described the difference between wizards and other casters as using a phonebook. The others were given a phonebook by some higher power. The numbers were already written down and set. However, they could only use those numbers and each different caster had different numbers for different purposes.

Wizards, on the other hand, no such phonebook. They have work hard, study and call each number to understand what the number did. Aside from being tutored by other wizards or spellbooks or other sources of knowledge, the wizard must discovered and write down the numbers on their own, creating their own phone book. Of course that meant wizards weren’t as limited as the other casters and were free to discover a possible infinite amount of spells.

Jaime took a step forward when a voice called out to her.

“Hey sis!”

Jaime whirled around to find the smiling face of her brother Finnrick, fedora in one hand and a friendly wave in the other.

“FINNY!” Jaime cheered, racing forward and wrapping her brother in a tight hug.

Finnrick laughed before returning the gesture “Hey Jai, how you doing?”

“Good” Jaime broke away “Great even! I was just about to practice my spells. I’m still having trouble.”

“Sis.” Finnrick’s voice became firm “It’s visual as much as it is feeling.”

“I know, I know” Jaime shifted uneasily under his gaze “It’s just I usually just bring in heavy hitters, not be one.”

“Any wizard can stick to their strengths. Great wizards are well versed in all forms magic. Spar?”

Jaime gave a crooked smile “Loser buys lunch.”

“And dinner” he cockily added.

Jaime motioned to the circle but Finnrick was already on it. Clasping his hands, Finnrick murmured something too softly for her to hear then pushed his arms outward. A blue dome formed over the two, encasing them in a makeshift arena.

Jaime took her place opposite of her brother “Ready?”

“Sisters first.”

Jaime closed her eyes. She imagined a flame in the palm of her hand. She imagined the heat from the flame. She imagined how it shifted back and forth with a gentle breeze. She saw it clearly in her mind’s eye and then she willed it into reality

“Inferus!” Jaime shouted, her hands glowing with a sea green glow. The flame burst into existence, just as she created. She pulled her arm back and lobbed it with as much force as towards her brother.

Finnrick didn’t budge an inch while flame sailed his way. He rose his hand calmly and with a mighty swing, backhanded and sent the flame skittering across the floor.

Finnrick didn’t waste any time in his counter attack. His finger tips gleamed with blue magical energy and with a flick forward, unleashing a barrage of icicles.

Jaime outstretched her hand forward, sea green glyph forming in the air. A thin matching barrier appeared in front of her in time to catch the first of the icy attack but as the rest collided, cracks began to widen and spread with each successive blow.

“Don’t fight like me Jaime!” Finnrick scolded, sending another wave of icy daggers.

The barrier hadn’t lasted under the second barrage: The moment an icicle collided with her shield, it broke, scattering and fading out of existence.

Jaime, however, was prepared. She ducked and weaved under the attack, pivoting her heels like a graceful dancer while moving her way out of the line of fire.

Jaime twirled about, gathering the magic in her hands before sending outward. Long streams of flames began to swirl about like tendrils reaching for prey as she spun about.

Finnrick gestured at her with a finger gun and clicked his tongue, bringing down his thumb like a hammer of a gun. Jaime’s eyes widened with surprise as she felt some foreign entity began to shift and make her spell uneven. She tried to maintain it but Finnrick’s surge of magic was too much for her. The magic she held exploded, the flames vanishing as the force of the spell breaking sent her sprawling to the floor.

Finnrick was already on the move, arching his arm backwards before throwing forward a bolt of lightning.

Jaime sprung to her feet, leaning as far back as she could to narrowly avoid attack. The lightning bolt struck the dome but before she could react, it bounced and struck her directly from behind.

Luckily it was a training session and only gave a her a light shove forward. Jaime flapped about wildly before she manged to get her balance steady.

“Game, set and match!” Finnrick beamed with a grin.

Jaime rolled her eyes “Big surprise my genius brother won. The dome’s so small I barely had room to move!”

“Exactly!”

Jaime shot her brother suspicious glare.

Finnrick rose his hands “Hey, never let your opponent dictate the field of battle if you can manage it.”

“Yeah, I should’ve seen that coming” Jaime sighed.

Finnrick made his way over and wrapped his sister in a loving one armed hug “Remember sis, real life has no rules.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jaime nudged Finnrick’s ribs playfully “Whatever you say cheater.”

Finnrick ruffled his sister’s hair playfully “Life lessons are important to share to your siblings. Need help with anything?”

“Oh you better be spending time with me. After that thrashing you gave me, you owe me big.”

Finnrick stood up straight, hand raised in a lax salute.

Jaime responded by poking his stomach.

“Oww, I give I give!” Finnrick chuckled “Why must you resort to violence?”

“Family upbringing I guess.”

The two siblings fell into a peaceful quiet as they began shifting and searching through Jaime’s notes.

“Jaime?”

“Hmm?”

“Question.”

“Answer.”

“Any word on the big move?”

Jaime stopped, her hands hovering over a book.

“No” Jaime murmured weakly “No word yet. They’re still debating I guess.”

“Mhm” Finnrick replied without much else.

Jaime turned to her brother “Finn, I…”

Finnrick rose a hand to stop her “It’s your life. Your choice. If this is what you want, then I will be happy for you.”

“But?” Jaime added in.

Finnrick pursed his lips, running his finger down the spine of a nearby book “I want you to be content as well. I know you…..I mean….you’re still wearing the ring.”

Jaime glance down to her engagement ring. She could still feel Casey’s warmth underneath her fingertips, his heart beating rapidly in time with hers.

“Think about it” Finnrick said with a hint of finality “Life’s too random to live with regrets.”

“So” Jaime cleared her throat, desperate to change the subject “Any news on your angel?”

Silence.

“Finn?”

She found him fidgeting with his fingers, his cheeks blazing a bright red as he averted his gaze.

“Finn! You found her?! And you didn't tell me?!”

Finnrick gave a shy nod, biting his lips nervous.

Jaime lunged at him, wrapping her arms tightly around him in a loving embrace “That’s great bro! When am I meeting her?”

Finnrick turned to her, unsure what she meant “What?”

“When am I meeting her” she repeated.

“Umm….why?”

“To interrogate her of course!”

“Jaime!”

“What? Just cause you like her doesn’t mean I do.”

“Jaime, don’t you dare!”

“Try and stop me!”

Finnrick dove for her but Jaime saw it coming a mile away. She pivoted on her toes, twirling out of the way of Finnrick’s attack. As her brother began to chase her around the office, Jaime quietly enjoyed this moment between siblings.

She was going to miss this when she left Newton Haven behind.

[angryschnauzer]

Lobby Hero

Summary:  When your creepy ex turns up at an event you are attending with your friend you stay for as long as you can, before calling an Uber to escape your ex. Thankfully the Uber driver is happy to play along and save you from the unwanted advances of your ex, being your hero in the hotel lobby.

Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warnings: None apart from a slightly creepy ex, and a bit of smooching. Fluff with Meet-cute.

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I no longer have a masterlist due to having over 150 fiics, instead you can find everything on AO3 with the LINK HERE.

A/N: I changed this to Colin Shea (Chris’s character in What’s Your Number) as it was getting too close to real-person fiction if i left it as Chris. Plus Colin is an utter charmer and ladies man and i can so see him playing along with this situation.

Lobby Hero

Smoothing your dress down you smiled at your reflection in the ladies room mirror. It was the first time you’d been ‘out-out’ in months, your friend having convinced you to be her plus one for a work thing at a swanky hotel, and with an evening of entertainment and free drinks on the cards you were quite pleased with how you’d polished up for the night after hanging around at home after your split from your ex. Your dress that you’d ordered from Wish had turned out to be exactly like the photo, and you couldn’t help but to feel like a princess in it.

Back to your ex; Most people were surprised when the two of you had split up, but they didn’t know how weird your ex had gotten, the snide comments about your weight, how he treated you as ‘the woman at home’ even when you also had a full time career. When the gaslighting had started you’d picked him up on it immediately and had kicked his ass out of your apartment, thankful that the two of you had never moved in together properly and promptly got the locks changed. 

Emerging from the ladies room you saw your friend and waved, but paused when you saw the worried look on her face. She glanced across the room and you followed her gaze, your heart sinking when you saw him; your ex.

Frozen to the spot you didn’t realise your friend had moved until she linked an arm through yours;

“Are you ok with him here?”

“I… I guess… its a big room, maybe he won’t see me”

“If he does i’ll kick his ass for you”

Smiling at her you nodded, but you could feel your hands start to shake with nerves. The announcement that the guests should take their seats for dinner came over the PA system and the two of you made your way to the large ballroom, taking your seats as you fiddled with the beads on your dress. For now your ex was out of sight, and you felt a little of your nerves start to slip away… that was until you felt a hand on your shoulder, fingers dipping under the strap of your dress in a far too familiar way. Shrieking you suddenly stood and span around, eyes wide with fear when you saw your ex behind you, holding out his arms and leaning towards you;

“Honey…”

Suddenly an arm was thrust between you and gave him a hard thump across his chest, your friend stepping between the two of you;

“Buddy… go back to your seat…”

“Get out of my way bitch”

“Hey,  she broke up with you, its over you psycho, fuck off… NOW”

Her voice got loud enough to draw the attention of a number of other guests, a couple of the men standing to see if they needed to come to your aid, but as your ex backed away and disappeared from the room, you let out a sigh of relief.

The rest of the meal went without a hitch, but as drinks were served for the Mayor’s speech you saw your ex standing at the corner of the room, eyes trained directly on you;

“Hey…” you leaned towards your friend as you quietly spoke; “I’m gonna call an Uber, he’s still over there and he’s giving me the creeps”

“No… don’t go, i’ll call security…”

“No, please, i just want to get away from him. And you know he’d just pull some strings and be allowed back in”

Nodding she wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you logged onto the app and requested an Uber, watching the little timer spin around until it came up with a confirmation that your ride was on its way;

Colin will pick you up in a Silver Prius’ and gave you the licence plate. You nervously watched the progress of the driver on the real-time map, and a few minutes later you had an alert to say he’d arrived outside. Glancing over the room you could see your ex was still standing in the corner, still staring at you, and when a message from the driver made your phone vibrate you almost dropped it;

“I’m outside the hotel. Did you need any help with luggage?”

Your fingers paused over the keyboard, before you took a deep breath and started to type;

“No luggage, but could you meet me in the lobby? My psycho Ex is here and i need to leave, and i need him to think i’m leaving with someone i know…”

As the message clicked to ‘read’ and then showed the driver was replying, you looked up and discovered your Ex was heading slowly towards you, weaving between tables. Grabbing your purse you turned towards the door behind you, walking as quickly as you could. Your phone vibrated with a new message;

‘In the Lobby. Red check shirt and ball cap. Next to the big light bubble thing’

You quickly typed a reply;

‘Long Black and pink sparkly dress, coming now. x’

Pulling your dress up so you could take bigger strides, you started to trot on your heels, the sound of dress shoes behind you making you go faster, and as you turned the corner to the Lobby and saw him. 

Now your legs were carrying you faster, your heart skipping a beat as you called out his name, almost melting on the spot as he smiled and held his arms out for you;

“Babe… you look amazing!”

Without even thinking you ran into the arms of this stranger, shaking from fear and adrenaline as he held you to his chest;

“Shhh its ok…” he whispered to you; “Your ex, wouldn’t happen to be a weasly looking short dude in a green suit?”

“Yes, that’s him” you muttered quietly

You saw Colin glance up again before looking straight into your eyes as he spoke;

“You want a pretend friend or a pretend boyfriend”

“B-boyfriend?” you questioned, but your words were cut off by Colin’s lips on yours, and as he started to pull away you found yourself clinging to his shirt and pulling him back again. This time your mouth opened to his, his hand straying to your hip as his tongue danced against yours, holding you flush with his entire body before you finally parted, breathless with kiss bruised lips;

“Sorry… how about we get you home safe and well, huh?” Colin whispered, the two of you turning and started towards the doors, his arm around your shoulder when you suddenly heard your name called from close behind you. You knew it was your ex, but what you weren’t expecting was for Colin to suddenly turn, reaching out and grabbing your ex by the shirt and tie;

“Listen Buddy, she’s with me now, you come anywhere near her again and you will not live long enough to regret it, got it?”

“Y-y-yes Sir”

Letting go of him you both watched as your ex fell on his ass, Colin wrapping his arm around your waist as he steered you towards his ride. Opening the front passenger door for you, he stood like a gentleman as you sat and swung your legs in, carefully scooping the rest of your billowing dress into the car so it didn’t get shut in the door. Soon he was in the drivers seat and pulling away, the two of you sitting in silence as he quietly drove along the Boston streets. 

As you waited at a set of red lights you finally both spoke simultaneously;

“Thank you…”

“I’m so sorry for kissing you…”

Looking surprised you finally let out a laugh;

“Would it be pathetic of me to say the kiss was actually the highlight of my evening?... and really, thank you for playing along, i know i’m a complete stranger, but i really REALLY appreciate it”

“Hey, in that case, it wasn’t a problem… at all. If you don’t mind me asking, your ex… he seemed a bit… stalkerish…”

“We broke up 6 months ago… it took me a year to realise he was an absolute shit. The way he treated me, the way he spoke down to me. I have always been completely happy with who i am and what i look like, but he made me feel like crap, telling me to loose weight, that i should change my hair, act like the good little wife… we weren’t even fucking married!” you info dumped on the poor driver as he slowly made his way towards the address saved on your account. 

“Hey, it sounds like you made the right call then… cos’ just between you and me, you look fucking gorgeous”

Just at that point the onboard computer told him that you’d arrived at your destination, and you opened your purse to fish out your phone;

“I’m giving you a huge tip, you have literally been a life saver tonight….”

Colin gently clasped his hand over yours;

“You don’t need to do that…”

“Really, i insist”

“Well, how about you let me take you out for a drink instead; booze, coffee… whatever you want…”

His face was now just inches from yours, and you bit your lip as your gaze moved from his deep blue eyes down to his soft plump lips;

“I got coffee in my apartment?” you grinned; “What time do you get off?”

With a smirk he grinned at you;

“Babe, i don’t get off until i get you off”

“Oh you are so getting five stars…”

[thegeminisage]

HELLOOO I am LOVING your fic excerpts and I was just wondering if you had any general writing advice? For supernatural specifically or just fic writing in general?

omg THANK YOU <3 i am by no means An Expert, i am intermediate at best, so here’s a medium amount of advice:

for dean’s speech specifically, write a normal sentence and then swap at least one word or phrase out for a winchesterism

outline, outline, outline. not everybody can work this way but knowing what you’re doing next in your story will prevent a good 75% of writer’s block* and then you will write more stuff faster. i like to go one step further and block out my scenes post-outlining, so that my ACTUAL first draft is some weird outline/draft hybrid. cuts down on post-writing editing needed, too

*the trick is, i don’t actually believe in writer’s block. i believe every time you’ve stopped working on a project it can be solved with one of the three parts of the triangle method. (either that you don’t know what happens next, you’re not excited about what happens next, or you don’t have the right time/space/energy to write. the excitement factor is why i talk about what i’m working on and even post excerpts sometimes! it’s actually part of the entire process!)

every plot hole is fixable. ALL OF THEM. no logistics issue is as bad as it seems. it just takes a little problem-solving and a can-do attitude. remember that unless you pulled a cw and wrote death of the author a little TOO well, you are without exception the omnipotent god of your story. your characters are not sentient and your plot is nothing more than a series of moving parts. 

use pomodoro!!! i write in my browser in gdocs so an extension that prevents you from switching to the tumblr tab when u get bored will go a long way. set an actual egg timer if you have to - work 20 minutes, break five minutes, do that over and over. you’ll fly

no zero days. this is rich coming from me who just had two weeks of zero days in a row, but most of the time, when i’m working on a project, i like to open it up every single day. even if all you do is reread a bit of it or write one sentence or EDIT one sentence, it keeps it fresh in your brain. it’s like going home for summer vacation and then it being REEEEALY hard to get back in the grind of school. out of sight, out of mind, so if you really want to finish something, don’t keep it out of either. (extenuating circumstances notwithstanding, obviously - if shit sucks there’s no need to beat yourself up for not opening up your fanfic.)

if you like charts and etc, color-coded organization tables+keeping track of your wordcount can be a nice thing to do some productive procrastination on.

just write as much as humanly possible. i read somewhere once that it takes ten million words to make a master, and i myself have been writing for about 17 years and change and i’m still only at 4 million for my lifetime total, so, you know, you’re never gonna be finished getting better, practice makes perfect, etc

and finally, accept from the get-go that whatever you’re writing probably won’t get the kind of attention you were hoping for. comment culture is a whole big beehive of a debate i don’t feel like swinging a baseball bat at right now, but like for your own sanity you can’t hinge your enjoyment of writing a project on how much attention it gets. my 15.18 fixit that i spent three days on got hundreds of kudos/comments/etc, but @callowyn​ and i wrote on @cambionverse​ (spn next gen fic) for YEARS before it got its first longtime fans, and even now our total audience is, like, 12 people - despite it having shown up in an actual academic textbook a couple of years ago. i personally think a lot more love, time, and attention went into the latter project, and that it’s miles better than any other spn fic i’ll ever write, but the audience is so tiny that it will NEVER never get the same engagement as the deancas stuff. and that’s fine! i’m writing it because i love it, not because it’s popular. it’s always sad not to get as much attention as you wanted, but if it’s so sad that it makes you not want to write anymore, you have a problem. either you don’t actually like writing or you’re putting all your emotional eggs in the wrong basket. so don’t do that!

[fic advice masterpost]

[guessmonsta]

Dares at Science Olympiad (Tsukishima Kei)

Y’all I really said geek and felt it 

Tsukishima didn’t like the girl with the “I Love Australopithecus Afarensis” shirt on. It was a good pun, sure, and he respected that. What he did not respect was, by wearing the shirt, this girl was practically telling everybody else waiting outside of the event, “I’m better than you are.” 

This was his second year competing in the fossils tournament in the local Science Olympiad. Karasuno never went really far, especially since the whole team was made up of six people- him, Yamaguchi, and Yachi making up half of it’s entity. Tsukishima thought it was fun though, it was something to do besides volleyball and  sitting in his bedroom staring at his ceiling while listening to music. It sure as hell gave him extracurricular points on his college applications, too. 

But that girl in the Australopithecus Afarensis shirt, what was her deal? She talked to her partner, a girl in an oversized maroon windbreaker, with such confidence and ease. No nerves, no wariness. Her grip on her reference binder was light. She made no motion other than her face muscles curling up into a smile. He didn’t know why, but she irked him. With a little more examining he concluded she as from Shiratorizawa, and that explained it. Shiratorizawa was always the highest ranking school in the competition. If their team didn’t win first, it went to Seijou, but the former was always a close second. Karasuno was lucky to even make fourth- Tsukishima got third in fossils last year and that in itself was a victory for Karasuno. Not that anybody paid attention to it, anyway. 

It was only a matter of time before the proctors opened the room to the event. Tsukishima grabbed his paper, a pencil, and sat down in front of the station with a model fossil of tiktaalik roseae, he knew it without even having to open up his reference binder. The girl with the pun of her shirt sat on the station to his right. Calymene blumenbachii, he noted, but the girl didn’t seem to have a clue. 

When the proctor sounded the buzzer to start the timer for the current station, Tsukishima didn’t waste any time in writing down his answer, but the girl took a moment to flip through her references to jot down the name. She must've spelled it wrong at first, because her partner giggled, and she hurriedly erased her error. The moment Tsukishima glanced over at her, she glanced over at him back. She smiled a mischievous smile, then set her pencil down. 

“Where do you go?” She hissed whispered. You weren’t technically allowed to talk during competitions, unless it was to your partner, and Tsukishima wasn’t about to break that rule and damage his score. 

“Hey! Blondie!” She said again. He looked over at here again and cocked an eyebrow, and she only grinned. He had a feeling her and Hintata would hit it off splendidly

“Karasuno.” He muttered in reply. 

“Karasuno! Really! We’re from Shiratorizawa” She laughed just a little too loud, and her partner elbowed her to quiet down. “Man, normally I would make a joke about how small your team is, but you totally kicked our ass at regional finals last year, so I can say anything about that.” 

Interesting. A science nerd and kept up with school sports. Maybe she wasn’t all that different after all, the girl with the pun on her t-shirt- Lucy.

“Wanna bet I’ll do the same right here, right now?” He smirked. This must’ve caught her off guard, cause her smile shrunk. 

“How much you wanna bet?” 

“I’ll decide after I beat you.” 

Making bets with strange girls from different schools was not very characteristic of Tsukishima. He wasn’t used to talking to people from different schools at all, really, besides the friends he was conditionally forced to make due to volleyball. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to bet her, he didn’t really care much at all. He was just playing into her silly little provocation game. Shiratorizawa students seemed to love to do that. 

The next station was called, and Tsukishima quickly wrote down his answer. The station the Lucy was at was a no-brainer for her. It seemed they were at par. At the next station, Tsukishima opened his references. 

The next several stations went like so, checking references and knowing the answers off the top of their heads. Lucy seemed to be doing most of the work for her partner, while her partner started writing down the answers. 

“How do you think you’re doing, Blondie?” Lucy whispered. 

“Better than you, Lucy” He teased. For a moment his eyes locked with hers. She cocked an eyebrow, and grinned. For a moment he felt his heart skip a beat, but as soon as it passed, a wave of regret washed over him. Oh, it was always the annoying ones.  

“Lucy, hm?” She smirked. “A man with culture, I see.” 

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that pun.”

“Does this look like astrophysics to you?” She smiled, picking up the model fossil on her station. She immediately set it down when she noticed the proctor swoop around behind her station. She didn’t say anything else to him until they reached the last station. 

Tsukishima didn’t know this fossil, nor could he find it anywhere in his references. He figured it was easier just to give up on it, just write down anything, really. 

“It’s Llallawavis.” Peeped a voice from next to him. Are you kidding? She was giving him the answers?

“Are you… giving me the answer?”

“Yes! It’s spelled L-L-A-L-L-A-W-A-V-I-S.” 

“I wasn’t aware this was a spelling bee.” 

“It is now. Just put it down.” So he did. 

It was interesting for her to hand him a point like that. Interesting for sure. Interesting for a girl wearing an “I Love Australopithecus Afarensis” shirt trying to make it seem like she was better than everyone else. He couldn’t help but hold back a small smile towards her. She noticed it, and grinned. Lucy was very smiley for a girl stuck in a room full of fossils and rocks. He was starting to wonder if she noticed him from volleyball. Maybe she watched the match last year and thought he was cute from the stands. It was very possible, she had made reference to the game already, and it wouldn’t be unlikely noting that after the game Suga got three Shiratorizawa girls numbers, and even one from a guy, too. 

The bell rang to dismiss the event. The proctor began to walk around and collect papers, and as she took Lucy’s, she looked right over at him. 

“Ever think of a bet?” 

“I’ll tell you at the ceremony.” 

Lucy and Tsukishima then parted ways at the door. He was hoping he’d actually see her at the ceremony. 

The ceremony was a long, treacherous reading of events that Karasuno didn’t have the manpower to participate in. Yachi won third place for the chemistry lab, and almost tripped over herself walking up to the stage to get the award. He hoped the bigger schools didn’t notice it, they’d do anything to attack small schools. 

But then came fossils, yes, fossils. The moment he had been secretly anticipating all night. Did he keep a straight face? Absolutely. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the sheer mass of the Shiratorizawa team, all decked out in maroon windbreakers waiting for their results. They had been cheering all night, running up stage to collect their awards. They were just anticipating another. 

“Fifth place. Ohgi Minami High.” The announcer said, almost monotonous. The school cheered as their representative walked up on stage. 

“Fourth place. Johzenji High” 

“Third place. Aoba Johsai High.” 

“Second place…” Tsukishima felt his heart start to beat faster. There was no way Karasuno had outranked Aoba, he was already done for. “Shiratorizawa Academy.” 

Out of the corner of his eye. Lucy shot up. She didn’t say anything, but he noticed her stare at him from across the room. He looked over at her, and smiled. There was no way he had placed first, not as a Karasuno student. 

“First place. Karasuno High.”

Or maybe he did. 

That was definitely a first. The shyer kids on the Karasuno team wouldn’t cheer, but Yamaguchi let out a loud, “WOO!” in response. Karasuno never won first, he was starting to think the proctor tampered with something just to pull the odds in his favor. 

Or maybe he just knew what he was doing, who knows. 

As he started to walk towards the stage, so did Lucy. She met him halfway, and, without warning, slapped him on the back. 

“Think of a bet yet, Blondie?” 

“Maybe.” He smirked, looking down on her as he walked up the stage and claimed his award, waiting for her at the bottom steps after she claimed hers. 

“What is it? Publicly denounce Shiratorizawa?” 

“Nah. I was thinking. Since you seem to love to talk so much, why don’t you go on a date with me?” 

“Huh?” He noticed her face grow pink, and so did his. Well, that was definitely bold of him. And it was definitely not the plan he had in mind. 

“You heard me.” 

“I don’t even know your name!” 

“Tsukishima Kei.” 

“Oh I-I’m __ __.” She smiled. Her confident demeanor was, for sure, crushed by his comment. “You’re really cool.” 

“So glad you think so, __. Yunno, I think Lucy suits you a lot better.” 

“You wanna stick with Blondie?”

“__ it is.”

[chippokenabokura]

World Trigger Ch191 ‘Yuba Squad 4′ Translation

First of all, as always, thank you to everyone who sent me nice messages!! You’re all so kind and I’m honestly a bit amazed you guys are still here so thank you <333

Secondly, I finished this translation a lot faster than the past few times, sadly because it’s just one chapter again this time (but no word of hiatuses yet so best of wishes to Ashihara’s health), but hopefully this means I’ll have time to post the volume extras before the next release.

Panel 1

Sakurako: Now, one by one, the pieces are falling

Sakurako: And the progress of battle has undergone immense developments!

Panel 2

Sakurako: Ikoma squad is now wiped out!

Sakurako: It has become a conflict between 3 teams!

Panel 3

Sakurako: For Tamakoma Second, who needs ‘3 more points’ Sakurako: It is painful for them as the number of people decrease while they remain unable to earn points!

Panel 4

Sakurako: On that point as well Sakurako: Can it be said that Sakurako: Agent Obishima’s decision here will have an effect in the future?

Ouji: Mhm, that’s right

Panel 1

Ouji: Both Kai-kun and Obi-nyan

Ouji: Had probably predicted where Tamakoma, who wants points Ouji: Would be butting in

Panel 2

Ouji: With Tamakoma deliberately showing himself there

*wind howling*

*rustle*

Ouji: And aiming to try and earn 2 points through his own power

Panel 3

Ouji: And Kai-kun’s aim of trying to mess things up and create a chance for himself

Ouji: Since he’s injured

Panel 4

Ouji: Obi-nyan did a good job calmly evading them and earning a point

Ouji: Is what I thought

Panel 5

Sakurako: I see…!

Konami: Ngghh…

Panel 1

Sakurako: In that case, for Agent Kuga

Sakurako: Would it have been better Sakurako: For him to use Bagworm and enter the scene with a covert attack?

Panel 2

Kurauchi: That would be difficult to judge

Panel 3

Kurauchi: This season, Agent Kuga Kurauchi: Have shown multiple times a surprise attack with Bagworm

Kurauchi: So the level of vigilance of the other teams should be fairly high

Panel 4

Kurauchi: Even if he takes 1 person down with a surprise attack

Kurauchi: I think there would have been a risk of him taking damage from a counterattack

Panel 5

Kurauchi: The result this time is that Agent Obishima took a point Kurauchi: But, with Agent Tonooka down, it doesn’t change the fact that Yuba squad has it tough

Panel 1

Kurauchi: How they conduct themselves from here is very important

Panel 3

Inukai: With Tono-kun down, Tamakoma’s running free right now

Inukai: Is it okay not to go to Obishima-chan?

Panel 4

Yuba: That guy’s doing her job properly

Panel 1

Yuba: I can’t be sitting on the fence here

Yuba: Riiight!?

Panel 2

Inukai: Your face is scary, Yuba-san

Panel 3

*bang bang bang bang*

Panel 4

*impact impact impact*

Panel 5

Yuba: !

Panel 1

Fujimaru: Right side!

Panel 2

*whoosh*

Panel 3

*turn*

Panel 4

*impact*

Panel 1

*bam bam*

*impact impact*

Panel 2

Inukai: Thank you, Tsuji-chan, you saved me

*rustle*

Tsuji: Thank you for waiting

Panel 3

Sakurako: Agent Tsuji joins up here! Sakurako: Has Agent Inukai’s full-on running born fruit!?

Panel 4

Konami: We don’t know yet

Konami: Because Yuba-chan is the ‘Attacker Killer’

Panel 5

Sakurako: By ‘Attacker Killer’ you mean…?

Panel 1

Ouji: In the first place, Yuba-san’s style Ouji: Is so that he can have the advantage against Attackers who have Senkuu

Panel 2

Ouji: This was devised

Ouji: By referencing Suwa-san’s double Shotgun

Panel 3

Konami: The range of effectiveness of Yuba-chan’s revolvers

Konami: Should be a bit more than 22m

Panel 4

Konami: This is just beyond

Senkuu Kogetsu Range

Konami: What an Attacker can reach ‘stepping into a Senkuu Kogetsu’

Panel 1

Konami: If he can maintain that distance between them

Konami: Yuba-chan can beat the Attackers up one-sidedly

Panel 2

Konami: By the way Konami: Born from opposing Yuba-san’s style was

Konami: ‘Ikoma Senkuu’

Sakurako: What…! Such history behind the technique…!

Panel 3

Izumi: It’s true that Tsuji-chan Izumi: Can’t unleash his firepower when Yuba-san’s the opponent…

Panel 4

Izumi: But if the 2 of them devote themselves to defence and buy enough time…

Panel 5

*wind howling*

Panel 1

*bang*

Panel 2

*roar*

Panel 1

*wind howling*

Izumi: The ace will finally arrive

Panel 2

*impact*

Panel 1

Fujimaru: Ninomiya squad fucking assembled! Fujimaru: Can you return!? Yukari!

*rustle*

Obishima: I’ll try!

Panel 2

Obishima: I’ve achieved my goal having taken Minamisawa-sempai down Obishima: I’ll pull him along like this

Obishima: And pit Kuga-sempai against Ninomiya squad…!

Panel 3

*twist*

Panel 4

*step*

*whirl*

Obishima: !!

Panel 1

Obishima: Mikumo-sempai’s Spider…!

Obishima: I was too preoccupied with Kuga-sempai…!

Panel 2

Sakurako: Oh my! In the fight on the eastern side, Agent Obishima Sakurako: Is caught in Agent Mikumo’s Spider!

Kurauchi: He read where Yuba squad would meet up and set it in that location

Panel 3

*turn*

Sakurako: Now, In the Spider Zone, Agent Kuga’s

Panel 4

Sakurako: Wire High Speed Manoeuvre unfolds!  

*impact impact impact impact*

Panel 2

*zip*

Yuuma: !

Panel 3

*impact impact impact impact impact*

Panel 4

Sakurako: Oh!?

Sakurako: Agent Obishima counterattacks with Omnidirectional Shooting!

Panel 5

Ouji: A countermeasure that aims for a draw even if she can’t follow his movements with her eyes

Panel 1

Ouji: On Kuugar’s side, he can guard against it if he widens his Shield

Ouji: But perhaps she intends to break it open with Kogetsu if that happens?

Panel 2

Ouji: Considering that Ninomiya squad have an entire 3 people remaining

Ouji: Kuugar probably doesn’t want to take damage here either Ouji: So it might have gotten a bit difficult to attack

Panel 3

*machine whirr*

Panel 4

*whiz*

Panel 5

Obishima: Scorpion Throw!

Panel 1

*dash*

Panel 2

*turn*

Panel 3

*wind howling*

Obishima: !!

Panel 4

*ping*

Panel 1

Yuuma: Grasshopper

*machine whirr*

Panel 2

*rustle*

Panel 4

*bang bang bang bang bang bang*

*light*

Panel 1

Obishima: …!!

Obishima: Scorpion Pinball…!?

Panel 2

*impact*

Panel 3

*wind howling*

*whirl*

Panel 4

*bang*

Panel 1        

*crack*

Yuuma: You’ll become strong, Obishima-chan

Panel 2

Yuuma: I guarantee it

Panel 3

*bam*

Sakurako: Agent Obishima bails out! Sakurako: With this Tamakoma Second needs 2 more points!

Panel 4

*wind howling*

Sakurako: Yuba squad is left with 1 person!

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1. Sakurako calls Osamu 'Mikumo Taiin' which is why I translated it as Agent Mikumo but it's probably a typo since otherwise it's always been 'Mikumo Taichou' which I translate as Captain

2. As always, thank you Ashihara for giving female characters these chances that usually go to male ones. To have Obishima be the lesser rival to the protag that has him promising she'll get stronger, he will guarantee it...this is what I love about World Trigger's female characters

3. In conclusion, I think chances are better than ever that Chika will have a pivotal role in this match, especially against Ninomiya since I think this chapter has built up Yuba getting something in against Nino but ultimately losing to him which will make it easier and more likely for Chika to also get something in against Nino since he won’t be at full power.

-

And since it was just one chapter this time, I also translated the Ouji Nickname guide that came with it:

Ouji Kazuaki’s Nickname Collection Spring ‘20

Captain Ouji Kazuaki of Ouji squad, serving as commentator for ROUND 8 as it sparks with fierce fighting. His strong style of throwing in nicknames he made himself without hesitation into the commentary, something that is required to be easily understandable, is just like him but also deadly for first-timers. I have made a summary, I hope it can be of assistance.

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Tamakoma 2nd

Mikumo Osamu = Ossam

Kuga Yuuma = Kuugar

Amatori Chika = Amatoriciana

Hus = Huston

 +

Ikoma Squad

Ikoma Tatsuhito = Iko-san*

Mizukami Satoshi = Mizukaming

Oki Kouji = Okky

Minamisawa Kai = Kai-kun

 +

Ninomiya Squad

Ninomiya Masataka = Ninomiya-san*

Inukai Sumiharu = Sumi-kun

Tsuji Shinnosuke = Tsuji-chan

 +

Yuba Squad

Yuba Takuma = Yuba-san*

Obishima Yukari = Obi-nyan

Tonooka Kazuto = Tono-kun

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*As expected, with those older, you can see his prudence in not cutting loose too much

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And Many Others! A spirit that burns for naming!!

Though there exists many nicknames created by Captain Ouji, it seems he did not give them much thought in their creation. Among them there are those, like ‘Pokari’, that have permeated widely throughout Border. In addition, it appears that the one that has spread the least is ‘Jakuson’.

Katori Youko (Katori Squad) = Katorine

Wakamura Rokurou (Katori Squad) = Jakuson

Teruya Fumika (Kakizaki Squad) = Teruteru

Hokari Atsushi (Arafune Squad) = Pokari

-

I can't believe I didn't realise until now that Pokari is an Ouji Nickname. It's so obvious in hindsight

[littlewerewolfsmutoven-blog]

The Great Grindr Incident

Explicit | 2,347 words | Accidentally sexting | archive of our own

Summary: It's late at night & Stiles wants to find somebody on Grindr to jerk off with. Unbeknownst to him, Stiles accidentally finds himself sexting with Derek.

The Grindr community in Beacon Hills was one of the most dismally disappointing things that Stiles had ever had the misfortune of involving himself with. It was practically dead air for the majority of the time, with an occasional appearance from an out-of-town hottie. But even that was a rarity.

And yet, despite the inability to actually receive any pleasure from being on Grindr, Stiles consistently decided against actually deleting the app. It wasn’t really much…but it was something. And considering the fact that he was apparently plagued with being perpetually single, Grindr was something to fall back on during lonely nights of horny boredom.

Stiles tossed around underneath the heat of his blankets, tirelessly attempting to grab some sleep. But despite the fact that Stiles had just spent the last several hours cramming for a psychology exam, his hard cock definitely didn’t appear to understand that bed-time meant bed-time….regardless, Stiles knew that he wasn’t going to catch any “Z’s” until he blew a load or two.

Porn was the go-to kind of deal, but the bright orange Grindr logo caught Stiles’ attention when he unlocked his phone. Sure, the locals were boring as hell…they were all cases of ‘been there, done that’. But trading pictures and jerking off with some random dude on Grindr was so much quicker than searching for a good porno to beat off to —there was no buffering, not fast-forwarding, it was right to the point.

Stiles opened the app and casually thumbed through at his phone’s screen to scroll through the grid of horny randoms. As expected, everything looked to be exactly the way Stiles had left it several months ago. Same old, same old. But just as Stiles was about to ditch the hookup apps and seek out some good porn, his attention snagged on a new profile under the username: ‘Fangbanger35′.

Not surprisingly, the hot newbie followed the unspoken rule of Grindr—advertise with anything except your face. Assets sell faster….and Stiles was pretty much sold. The stranger’s profile picture wasn’t a face-pic, although it did share a glimpse of a sharp and stubble-covered jawline. Not to mention a tanned broad chest, buff biceps, and ripped abs—framed seductively with black, leather suspender straps.

Fangbanger35 was the whole package….and oddly familiar.

There was something inherently familiar about the Grindr newbie that Stiles couldn’t really put his finger on. The jawline was particularly catching. He could have swore that he had seen this person around somewhere in Beacon Hills? A fellow undergrad at Beacon Hills University, perhaps? A professor? Maybe a stranger from the supermarket? Or somebody else that Stiles had crossed paths with?

Stiles chewed on his bottom lip and read through the stranger’s stats. So…he was 6 feet tall, 205 pounds of pure muscle by the looks of his profile pic, and a top. Good…good. Stiles almost drooled, scrolling downward to check out the written information section of the profile whilst hoping that Mr. Fangbanger35 wasn’t some sort of arrogant asshole dude who thought way too highly of himself.

But all the profile description read was: “I bite.”

The aching hardness under Stiles’ covers was an unmistakable indicator that it was time to actually make a move or just retire to some lame pornos. So Stiles opened up the messages and typed out something quick, yet notable. Direct, yet not too overbearing. Enticing, yet not extremely gross and potentially off-putting….it was the best that Stiles could do….

Plaiddandy: “Hi, wanna trade pics and jerk off together?”

Stiles cringed, tossing his phone onto his covers and scraping his hands down his face in embarrassed agony. What. The fuck. Was that? That wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t interesting. It definitely wasn’t enticing. For fucks sake. Mr. Fangbanger35 over there was probably some sort of sex god, as far as his looks were concerned. He could probably get it anywhere, anytime. Why would he concern himself with responding to such a lame introductory preposition?

To Stiles’ surprise, his phone chimed with a response from the newbie stud. Stiles was somewhat scared to see what outlandishly rude comment was tossed back in his face. He picked up his phone with one hand and held his other hand across his face —only allowing himself to peer at the phone’s screen through the allotted space between his spread fingers.

Fangbanger35: “You don’t have a face pic.”

Stiles squinted in confusion, sitting up in his bed—readying himself to shoot back a response.

Plaiddandy: “You don’t have one posted either.”

Like, sure…Stiles didn’t have a face-pic posted on his profile. It wasn’t like he was ashamed or anything. He wasn’t. And he definitely wasn’t in the closet. But Beacon Hills was a hub for inescapable creepiness — in more ways than one. So back when Stiles had downloaded Grindr for the first time, he had elected to just hide his face until he could establish some sort of bearings with whoever he decided to sext with in the late hours of horniness.

Fangbanger35: “That’s fine. It’ll be more fun if we keep up the anonymity.”

Fangbanger35: “I’ll start. You follow.”

It didn’t take long before the first picture was delivered. Stiles eagerly opened up the picture to see what kind of sexting standard had been set, just to get an overall feel for the pacing of the late-night game. But apparently, Mister Fangbanger liked to start things off slow and relatively safe, compared to the other kinds of guys to be found on Grindr. It was practically prudish.

The first picture was just the beefcake stranger sitting in what looked to be a desk chair, in a reasonably lit room, with his face out of frame —of course. The only thing that Stiles could see was the way that the man’s large hand was pulling up the hem of a black v-neck shirt, high enough to teasingly display the chiseled abs underneath.

Stiles stared in awe for a moment. He had originally intended for the whole Grindr deal to be lewd and dirty and blatantly rushed….but there was something so inherently enticing and arousing about his new sexting partner that Stiles was down to take things slow, even though his body was practically starving for quick and cheap stimulation.

To return the favor, Stiles straightened up his posture and snapped a picture —mimicking the same position that was presented in the picture that was delivered to him. And whilst Stiles didn’t have the same kind of “muscle magazine abs” or big tough, beefy pectorals….he had what he had…and what he had was more than enough to drive people crazy with lust.

Stiles upped the ante by showing more than just his abs and treasure trail. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, snapping a picture of his bare chest with his free hand stretched obscenely across one of his pecs, fingers pinching just slightly at one of his pink nipples. With the flash on, his fair skin shined bright amidst the darkness of his bedroom that appeared to surround his body.

Plaiddandy: “I’m sensitive here.”

Plaiddandy: “I’ve considered getting one of them pierced to up the sensitivity.”

Fangbanger35: “You shouldn’t.”

Fangbanger35: “They look hot the way they are right now.”

Fangbanger35: “I like what I see.”

Fangbanger35: “Can you tell?”

The next picture Stiles received was one of his sext-buddy’s crotch, with an unmistakable bulge pressed down sideways and completely erect under the stretchy fabric of grey sweatpants. The sight alone was enough to knock the wind out of Stiles’ body, leaving him desperate to catch his breath and recollect himself in time to respond in a responsible manner.

Plaiddandy: “Holy shit, bro.”

Plaiddandy: “Do you have to wear sweatpants 24/7? Cause I don’t see how you can manage fitting that into normal things like jeans and shit.”

Fangbanger35: “I manage.”

Stiles hurriedly shucked off his blankets and hooked the elastic waistband of his plaid boxers underneath his balls, letting his flushed cock spear up towards the ceiling of his bedroom. He snapped a handful of pictures with his phone, making sure he varied up the angle with each click, making sure to highlight the beaded drops of pre-cum at his cockhead and the strong girth of his shaft, before sending forth the plethora of pictures.

Plaiddandy: “This is all because of you, dude.”

Plaiddandy: “I could bust right now. I fucking swear.”

Fangbanger35: “Ha.”

Fangbanger35: “I like the eagerness.”

Fangbanger35: “Don’t cum yet, tho.”

Fangbanger responded with a few dick picks of his own, with the caption “It’s only fair you get to see me”. And Stiles was lost….actually gone. Completely fried….full-on short circuit…blue screen of death. Fangbanger was a god, or some kind of hot sex demon. Either way, it didn’t really matter, because Stiles was fucking sure of it.

The dick pics were beautiful and vivid enough to elicit an involuntarily submissive response from Stiles. His mouth dropped open almost immediately upon seeing the pictures. The hot newbie Grindr stud was hung like a stallion. It had to be at least ten inches, possibly even bigger, but Stiles didn’t even know how to actually comprehend a living, breathing human being packing that kind of jaw-shattering damage.

At least…not in real life…maybe in porn.

Plaiddandy: “Fuck.”

Fangbanger35: “I bet you have a nice ass.”

Fangbanger35: “Wanna show it off for me?”

Stiles shuffled around atop his bed, stripping off his boxers. He brainstormed for a moment to figure out how he wanted to showcase his other assets, before deciding on a few choice positions that were sure to spin his sext-recipient’s head around and around in lustful bliss.

In one shot, he propped his camera up against the headboard of his bed and set it on a timer, before spinning around and angling the plumpness of his ass towards the lens. In another shot, he stood up for it—letting the camera capture a full body picture that he cleverly cropped to hide his face. And for the third picture, he kept it full body, but made a show of bending forward completely so that the picture ended up being a full display of his round ass, toned legs, and flexible nature.

Plaiddandy: “I think these might work for you.”

Fangbanger35: “I think you’d be able to take a few inches into that tight ass of yours.”

Fangbanger35: “You’d have work cut out for you.”

Plaiddandy: “I’m pretty receptive.”

Plaiddandy: “I play nice with strangers.”

The sexting continued for another large portion of time —stretching well past forty-five minutes. It was filled to the brim with plenty of dirty talk and tons more picture swapping. Nothing halted and nothing slowed, the Grindr session just grew dirtier and dirtier—so much so that Stiles could actually feel his poor phone overheating into the palm of his hand.

But eventually…too much was too much. Stiles really, really needed to cum. He had been patient and he had held himself back, edging himself near the point of no return, only to pull himself back on account of how reluctant he was to be the first one to cum. It had become somewhat of a challenge regarding endurance and brainpower…and unfortunately for Stiles, he was no match for his sext-partner.

Stiles messily scrambled to set up his phone on video-recording mode just as he started to flood the lean ridges of his abs with pearly white heat. He started the video just in time to catch the biggest spurt of cum, which flew past his camera and splattered stickily against his upturned nose and upper lip. As he continued to stroke himself rapidly with one hand and record his orgasm with his other, Stiles breathed heavily and tirelessly—lapping up the residual cum that began to drool into his mouth.

Once he finished, he rest back against his pillows and allowed himself to catch a solid breath, before sending the video forward into Fangbanger35′s direction. And then he waited for a couple minutes, growing increasingly worried as the minutes passed that his lewd partner wouldn’t return the favor….but then a video clip got sent his way and Stiles opened it up with quick desperation.

The video was unbelievably hot —powerful enough to shoot a shit ton of reinvigorated interest into Stiles’ already spent cock. He watched with bated breath and wide eyes as the camera beamed down from above where Fangbanger fucked his massive length into the firm grip of his own sloppy hand. Stiles watched and helplessly moaned out as he watched Fangbanger’s hips stop thrusting and his cock throb out pump after pump after pump of thick cum, that all splattered down messily onto what seemed to be a cement floor.

But just as Stiles expected the video to cut off, it didn’t. It continued for a few more seconds —picking up Fangbanger’s heavy breathing as he came down from his orgasmic high, which was hot in its own right. But then the camera jolted around in a blur, rising up to focus on Fangbanger35′s face….and…..

No fucking way. No fucking way in hell. This wasn’t real. No way…..no way.

Stiles was mortified to see Derek Hale’s face pop up into the camera’s focus —all flushed and sweaty. He watched and listened to Derek’s exhausted voice croak out breathless swears and satisfied chuckles. He watched Derek smile….like, legitimately smile —a tilted grin, all tired and worn out and totally sexed out of his mind.

Things clicked into place. The familiar jaw-line? It was Derek’s. The pumped up muscles? Those were Derek’s. The username; ‘Fangbanger35′? Of - fucking - course. Derek was a thirty-five year old werewolf. Of course….of course. How did Stiles not see that? How did he not know? How did he allow this to happen? How was he supposed to face Derek again during pack meetings?

“That was….fucking amazing.” Derek breathed, bringing Stiles’ attention back to the video clip. “My name’s Derek, by the way….what’s yours?”

[plotbunnyshipper]

Visitation - part of the draft of the next chapter (3A if you will)

I know I’m not getting the full thing out tonight with the Arrow premiere, so with only a glance over it it (aka very likely there are some typos or things that need a few lines to get from A to B clearly) here is the draft of the first six of the last seventeen pages of this thing.

Explicity, not kid friendly, all that.

Ao3 link for the stuff that I’ve actually checked over.

She shakes her head, not ending the kiss as I try to swipe a fresh tear away, instead breaking the words across small movements of her mouth. “No. It’s…Don’t waste…more time…with that.” Fingers are dragging my hand down the thing she’s wearing, a long shirt or short dress, pushing it under the hem…a startled noise escapes me as the fabric of her leggings parts and my fingers meet slick heat. Mouth freed the words are fast, “You’re not forgiven! I’m pissed at you, but I’m not stupid enough to give up these few minutes.”

I can feel the surprise showing on my face as I lean backwards, her hand stays on mine, keeping it in place, “What- what are-?” Does she have any idea how dangerous this is? How much resistance I’m having to force up to try and keep her safe? How much I just want to forget everything and hold her and never let her go again? This is…it’s fighting dirty with me in a way only she can.

“It’s called easy access.” Simply leaning closer has Felicity rubbing rubs herself against my palm, and all I can think to do to try and distract myself is to stare into her eyes, “I may be furious with you but I’m not stupid and nor in a patient mood. Do you know how hard it is to get yourself off when you're sharing a room in a crowded safe house?” I just give her the faintest of nods, I can see just when the realization dims the heat in her eyes, replacing it with sorrow and frustration. Her hand drops mine, back stiffening as she steels herself then lifts a knee to rest on either side of my legs, “I was trying in the shower, just to get a moment to myself, just one, to pretend…but instead…“ Her forehead bumps my shoulder as she straddles my lap, “Apparently one of the guards...at least she knocked before forcing the door, but I was being as quiet as I could and still that safehouse was…Not much privacy.”

Before she finishes the sentence my mind fills in details. A small shower, steaming hot, biting her hand the way she’d suck and bite at my thumb when I’d join her on rushed mornings, her fingers rubbing and tapping until her breathing turned to gasps and rough groaning…The startled jerk and screech at an unexpected knock on the shower door. The one time William had needed the nail clippers and knocked asking if I knew where they were. Of course they congregated into our bathroom, all three sets had ended up in the small cup by her sink, but the noise and question had made her shove me away so fast, so hard, I knocked over every one of the bottles of soaps, shampoos, and conditioners as she covered her chest and core as if expecting him to come charging in, forgetting the door was locked. She hadn’t been able to look at either of us for days, waiting to shower until the apartment was absolutely empty. The memory makes me fight the urge to smile.

A short lull in talking passes, surely no more than a few seconds before I notice she’s giving me a pointed look…maybe more than a few seconds. Once Felicity’s sure she has my attention she continues. “As I was saying, we spent about 6 hours in one place, then a day in the next before we had to move to a different one, but ‘company’ was waiting, so we tried one more option that was the shower one. When that went bad William and I split off to the ass end of nowhere so Dragon’s people couldn’t find us in yet another ARGUS locale. They haven’t found us since, but that meant losing the support, now it’s the two of us in a one bedroom apartment, I let him have the bedroom and I get even less privacy.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shifts back, glaring with a hard smack at my shoulder, as she stands again to pace, leaving me to stare down at my hand then back up at her, “Shut up, I don’t-“

I have half a blink, the time between when her hand starts to move again, and when her fingers poke that same spot she just hit, to notice a blur of red racing down the hall, pass through the bars, grab both of us by the arm for a long instant before Barry continues his circuit of wall to bars to hallway in his race back out.

“-want your sorries!” Her free hand pushes at the phone, annoyance obvious by the look on her face and the forced steadiness of her motions while clearing and restarting the timer for another four minutes. I get another glance to see the cumulative total approaching fifteen minutes as the seconds on the new one tick off. Another few presses and the soft sounds of music makes me tense and glance at the frozen guard twenty feet outside the cell again. A deep breath and false ease, “So I have a handy dandy playlist to…help set the mood and help remember to…pace ourselves considering how enthusiastic we, um, can be. With the speed we just need to be a little careful so one or both of us don’t get hurt-“

Barry’s comment from earlier, on going faster than a car right now, demands attention. “Then we sh-“

“Shut it husband!” She waits a breath to make sure I do then continues, perching herself to sit just above my knees, shifting higher when noticing the flinch I try to hide, “I heard this one at work last week. Had to go and buy the CD then rip it, like a savage, so I wouldn’t waste my limited bandwidth access. If it’s not your thing I can skip up one or two, but I do have it set with the beat increasing as we run short on time so shuffling is a no-go.”

I close my eyes, and with a focus on the sound of the music, smell of her perfume, and feel of her in my grasp I can almost imagine I’m somewhere other than here. Her lips press to mine and my mental arguments stumble to a halt.

As Felicity kisses me, pushing so I’m sprawled on my back, the music stops. Her hand grabs at the bed, “Sorry…sorry, forgot I can’t just drop it.” As soon as she touches the phone again the music resumes. A second of fumbling and it clips onto a strap around her thigh.

More kisses press and pull at my lips as I try to remember why that this is not a good idea and try to keep them light. “Felicity, you know I-“

She keeps talking like she didn’t even notice the interruption, “So wound up… No toys… can't order online because lack…of internet and credit cards …town is too small for …everyone is up in everyone else’s business…busybodies more interested in blessing me out …than in letting us live our fake lives…scant few minutes and my fingers aren't scratching the itch...I need my husband so I called in favors ...”

“Slow, slow down…” We can’t. I can’t. She can’t stay, I can’t let down my guard, can’t let myself relax. Making my face somber as I avoid the next kiss, “I’m not letting…I’m not letting you get caught in here for a few minutes of-!”

“Not letting me get caught? You think my planning didn’t take every variable into account? You’re not letting me do anything.” 

Dragging in a breath, then another, it takes too long to try and think of rational ideas why I should ignore what I want and send her away, back to the relative safety of ‘not here.’ “If something goes wrong and these…these criminals-“ I’m one of them, “sees you…If the guards see you- If I have to hear what they say about you every day for-“ That argument won’t work, honesty hasn’t always been easy but it’s worked more often than not. I put my hands on her shoulders. “Baby, what did you think was going to happen when you got here?”

She bites her lip as her focus goes to a spot on the wall and she rapidly starts listing exactly that off, like she’s reading straight from a bulleted page, “Well the gold star, everything goes right, plan A was that I’d pop in, the call would connect and you’d talk to William for a few, before he reverted from excited son back to the moody teen he’s been, of course, then you’d get down to business with our anniversary quickie. Maybe two quickies…depending on how quick the first quickie was and how long you needed between, we still could go two sets of two songs or one round of three songs, or if really ambitious and you are, well, able, three super fast one song sets, but I knew that was unlikely and you’ve already wasted enough time that I doubt you’ll just shut up and get to it in time for that. But anyways, after that, we’d gorge on a few poscoital treats, then you’d tell our fast friend which corrupt guards or sociopaths need some intervention. While he was busy with that you’d kiss me enough to last through the next time I can manage a visit, then I’d be whisked off to anonymity and short bursts of covert digital do-gooding again.”

It takes a few seconds to realize her list reached its end and try to absorb the flood of words, “…That’s…that’s detailed.”

“To be fair there is some influence from the audio books I have for my commute...the selection at the take a book leave a book is all self-help from a decade ago or trashy romances…I knew you’d be reluctant for a quickie, but I didn’t think you’d flat out demand I’d leave.”

A faint glow from outside lights her features as she nudges me back, “I have very limited alone time between getting William taken care of, and the hours I have to pull…Heck yeah it’s detailed, we’re getting explicit up in here.” She is nearly glaring at me, makeup covering dark circles under her eyes, jaw and posture tight with stress, and I can feel the chewed down nails as they dig into my wrist, but she is as fiercely beautiful as always.

“Felicity…“

Half a second and she’s moving across the cell, towards the sink, the need to move and do something when frustrated such a familiar mannerism from her. She’s spent more time pacing in here than anything else, and I know it’s going to guilt me. So faintly in the shadowed mirror, more from the reduction of white, I can see her eyes narrow, fists squeezing tight and crossing over her chest. “I can deal with holidays, with birthdays, with helping William make it through…the hard days,” she shakes her head, obviously trying to get rid of an unwelcome thought, “but I’ll be damned if I have the chance, and the means, and still chose to spend our first anniversary enti-“ Her voice cracks as the words sink in and I can’t see the angry tears forming, just the motions as she roughly smudges them away from her eyes. “I am so pissed at you some days! I don’t want to be today! Not on-”

I can’t…Can’t just…I don’t even realize I’m moving, just recognize the feel of her in my arms. “I thought I still had a week or so until…I’ve been in solitary a few times, can’t always keep track of the days in there, but I thought…I’m sorry.”

She tenses, “Fine. Whatever. Be sorry.”

Another glance out the door shows the same paused instant, repeating my concerns again. “Honey, call me what you want, it’s not that I don’t want you, but I’m not exposing you to them. If something went wrong, if things speed up, if you were caught here-“

“I planned!” She twists around to look me in the eyes, a hand moving to my face, “I had weeks, I figured it out. There are only three people in this building who will have any idea we were ever here, you, me, him. We’re good.” The last word ends in her going to her toes.

Felicity kisses me or I kiss her, it’s not really clear who is in control of it. Air is an afterthought, our lips not parting as we gasp breaths through noses that keep battering against each other. Lost in the feel of it I let her ease me back onto the bed again with small pushes. I pull her ponytail free, letting strands of blonde and pink fall around her shoulders. Never one to be passive, her hand tugs at my waistband, inching it down enough to get her fingers wrapped around my cock. If I wasn’t half hard already, my body is ready to go now, especially when the appreciative little noise she makes makes my hips buck harder into her grip.

“Baby…” I moan, then the thought flashes to mind, remembering how the IUD had to come out after she was shot, and shortly after our wedding she switched from the pill to our using condoms because the formulation had changed and was giving her headaches, if she hasn’t gone back to anything since then- I hiss out “God…wait…Need a condom.”

She just kisses me harder, shaking her head.

My hand wraps around her wrist, stopping the coaxing strokes, “We haven’t…” God damn! She can’t move her hand but she sure as fuck can squeeze. I have to clear my throat to rasp out, “We haven’t talked about-“

The view of my cell snaps me out of the moment, and earlier concerns plus this new one destroy my arousal in seconds. Felicity looks down, then releases me with a frown, her words rushing out, nearly tripping over themselves in frustration, “I called in all my favors, All My Favors, to get this visit. I broke so many laws, and I’m not wasting this chance.” She pushes at my chest, managing to hit that same spot again like there’s a magnetic draw, and I see a mix of emotions flit across her face. “You didn’t talk about your plan to lock yourself away for the rest of your life. We could have negotiated. We could have…If there is a so-called ‘happy accident’ then so be it.”

I adjust my pants to cover myself again, “I’m sure if anyone could arrange a conjugal visit you could, and we’ll have privacy, and time, and-“

“Don’t act stupid, I know you’re not! The Federal BOP doesn’t allow ‘family-reunion’ visits, which I’m sure you knew, and if not you’re too observant to not notice the lack of getting laid by everyone else! Even if they did change the laws, I couldn’t be on a scheduled itinerary, Richard Dragon would track the car before I made it into the state.” Shaking her head she goads me “Come on Oliver, make love to me, we’re married, if there’s a baby then there’s a baby, but celebrate our anniversary by at least letting me get lucky.” She has to know that however much time we have it’s not enough to love her the way I want to. “I will take umbrage if you are a grandfather before we give him a sibling. At least more than one the tabloids aren’t making up.”

“What?”

“They’ve started to trail off since you’ve been in here long enough that the false claims by others are invalid, but a few still have ‘sightings’ of me, old pictures mocked onto someone with an infant every few weeks.”

Unease twisting tight and cold in my stomach, “Felicity, I can’t do it.”

One fast move and she’s sitting at the edge of the bed, shuffling through her purse. “If this is you having a little trouble performing under the pressure I brought a little helper.” The distinctive pill she pulls out is like a slap in the face.

“You brought something for E.D.? Why would you-?”

She rolls her eyes, “Anyone can have a bad day, it’s the same reason I brought this-” reaching her hand back in Felicity fishes out a little sample sized packet of lube, she waves it in my direction, “-for me. Performance anxiety can hit anyone, and…” Tipping out her purse, snacks ranging from a small clear container of fruit, candy, energy bars, four bottles of sports drinks, to handfuls of little shot sized liquor bottles, plus a pack of clean-up wipes, an atomizer, a stun gun, a single dose injector of some sort, a handful of photos, two tightly folded pieces of paper, and another phone all tumble across the blanket, but not a single condom is in the mix, “I brought a lot of things for before, and after. I told you, I’ve been planning this out since I found out it was possible.” She swipes one of the mini bottles, twisting it open and downing it while pointing to one type she knows I drink. Her hand shakes the tiniest amount as I reluctantly take the plastic, nearly ice cold, and down it, but I don’t miss anything she does right now.

I glance down at the stun gun, then the slightly wobbling empty bottle between her fingers, “Are you…scared?” Of me?

The look I get makes it clear she knows exactly what I didn’t say. “Of course not! You know how nervous I get when putting my plans into action,” she caps and shoves the plastic into her now empty purse, then flexes her fingers, hand wavering slightly, “this adrenaline has nothing to do with you.” Under her breath she scathes a poorly mimicked ‘Are you scared?’ Snorting out an exasperated noise before she continues muttering, apparently not caring that I can obviously hear her, “Like I’ve ever been afraid to be alone with you. Acting like you’ve lost yours mind. Hit once too many times in the head in here.”

Talking over her I go back to my earlier argument, “If you get pregnant what would…You won’t be in hiding forever, what would your investors think? It’s not like you’d have a year and a half long pregnancy. What if they start wondering if you’ve broken in here, or if you’re a meta-“

“I already told you I’m not part of the company anymore! And stop thinking criminal and supernatural, start thinking normal, scientific. If it happens I’ll just claim IVF. Easy.”

Running my hand over my head, I try to explain what I know that she knows I regret about William, “I’d miss out on it. The entire pregnancy, birth, all the firsts-“

“Baby, I’m not pregnant yet, it probably won’t happen, not the right time in my cycle for it. But if it does, we’ll figure things out, now open up.” She holds up the pill.

Pushing her hand away I shake my head, “I don’t need that”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” She stands again and moves closer until I have to capture the sides of her face in my hands, lightly bumping my forehead against hers.

“Felicity-“

Her hands are not so cautious, “Oliver?”

I take a full step back, the length of my reach stealing away most of our contact, holding her still, “Felicity-“

“Oliver.” She keeps trying to get closer, ducking down, but my hands move with her, slipping down to her shoulders in order to keep our bodies separated.

“Felicity we- I can’t do this.”

“Yes we can! Why are you so-“ She goes white, gasping so quietly I almost don’t hear her even at this distance, “Oh my god.” She backs off of me, “Baby…Baby did they….Did…did someone hurt you?” It takes a second for the implication to register. Even as I quickly shake my head she travels a different path of that rabbit trail, “Or if you think you aren’t…safe- I- I mean…you’ve been fighting, and the blood-Their blood- You don’t have your armor to-“

“No! That’s not- No, I’m…No one has-” This is decidedly not helping what she had in mind, just like the worry painted over her features.

Here and gone again, Barry speeds through the gap between us, topping up her boost then mine in a lightning fast grab and sprint before disappearing.

I am only so strong, and each time I’ve pushed her away for her own good over the years flares to mind. God damn it. Starting to count down from 240 in my head I close the gap, quickly kissing her lips until they part with a small noise. Sitting on the edge of the bed, carrying her with me I try to feather my fingers over her as her body moves with mine, clinging for contact as. Slipping down as her legs spread for me, I gently rub dedicated and well learned patterns over the small bump of nerves with my thumb. Her moan is more heady than my memory insisted it was as I slowly ease one slick finger into her, and the beautiful feel of her hips bucking into my motions makes my voice rough as I ask, “This what you wanted?”

“No.” The frustration is clear as her voice rises. “I want you to act like you fucking want me. It’s been over half of our first year of this marriage and you’re acting like this is a chore! I d-“

My motion is fast but gentle, pressing just so to draw out a gasp as her eyes flutter, “This is not a chore. I want you more than you know, but unlike you I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight and you’re acting like a soldier home from-“

Her body writhes as her focus is torn between lust and temper as she argues even as she rocks to encourage me to keep going, “Don’t you dare! I am not the unreasonable one right now! I need this, need you. I don’t want to make up for lost time, because there is no making up for it.” Kissing whisper soft from her collarbone up to her ear I use sensuality to try and distract her anger. “And now you’ve gone and wasted what? Half of the few minutes we have tonight? You are my home, and if I have to go back and fight to bring some sort of…if I have to-!”

Her words stop mid sentence as she goes still, panting hard, short nails digging into my shoulders and I match her stillness even though I can feel how close she is by the trembling of her legs and the way her body clenches and pulls at my finger.

Would feel like heaven. But… “Felicity, let me…like this.” She shakes her head once, sucking in a breath and holding it. When she lets it go a few seconds later her body starts to relax, easing back from her near climax.

Another breath and her fingers shift, grabbing instead of digging in to my shirt, trying to tug it, “Off!” I raise an eyebrow. When she’s taken charge rather than asked in the past I always gave in, and it’s hard not to do so now. “I need to feel your heartbeat, skin to skin…” One fast motion and she’s untied the straps at her shoulders. Another and she’s dragging the thing that I’m still not sure is a dress or is a shirt down, leaving her bared to where it pools at her waist. “Tit for tat and everything.”

My wife may not be the most overly endowed but what she does have is perfection, and there is no way she wouldn’t have known it to be absolutely cheating to not wear anything under those clothes. My mind goes blank, and I lick my suddenly dry lips. Any and all arguments disappear from the thoughts and parts of my body demanding action.

“Oh no you don’t. Your hair was one thing, this beard you’re rocking...I’d rather keep the road rash down there to a minimum and keep our time maximized.” Slipping her hand up under my shirt she feels the scar from where Dragon stabbed me, then my face, then settling over my heart. “I need you.”

My shirt is off in the next second. She may not want to waste time with my mouth between her legs, but she can’t just leave herself exposed like that and not expect me to…My wife grins and I stare up into her eyes as I slip the finger she was riding over her nipple before my mouth stretches wide, covering as much of her breast as I can, slowly sucking and pulling back until just a little more than the tight peak encompassed in my lips, pebbling hard against my tongue. Her hips wriggle and move to settle over my lap, searching for better contact. I push mine up to give it to her and the breathy moaned plea is better than any song she could think to play. Repeating the action earns another. My voice is too soft to be a snarl around her skin, licking over the area I just released, “You’re thinking of when it was shorter. You liked it trimmed close, but not when it got too long. I remember the extensive comments you made when I ‘wasted time’ buried between your legs. You haven’t felt it when it’s long like this, it’s softer than that in-between.”

Felicity squirms, pressing harder against me. “You’re just saying that because you think I’ll-“

I know exactly what the hair feels like on my palm and the sensitive skin on the inside of my elbow, so I don’t waste words and take her hand. Pulling it to my face I rub my cheeks and chin against her skin, nuzzling, then following with a kiss, a lick, and small pulling sucks of the skin between her fingers.

Her voice is a whisper, “Don’t tease…”

Letting my tongue drag between her fingers as I suck them softly until they pop free, I keep my voice at what I hope is tempting, “Come on baby, make us both happy, and take a seat.” I lick my lips again and she shivers.

It earns me a glare when I slowly do it again, pulling her hips up as I scoot further until she’s kneeling above my head, “Don’t get comfortable, you only get a taste. One.” Closing my eyes, using my thumbs to pull the gap in her leggings further apart, I only take the time to press a kiss over the intimate skin it exposes. “Just to prove if you’re telling the-“ Letting my lips part hers, staring up the line of her body to see her eyes go dazed as I lick to taste her, letting out a moan into her skin. Her hips shift, and I find a way to keep my thumbs tugging to expose her as the rest of my hands splay across her thighs, pulling her harder onto my face. Taking more than just one taste, I’m not content with the careful perch she tries to use to keep her weight from resting on me. I lap and suckle the slick flesh as she distractedly complains about not wanting to hurt me.

I pull back just enough to let my voice travel up, “Remember how good it was that one time you almost smothered me?” Like I’d ever forget wrapping my arm around her thigh so the wild bucking wouldn’t move her out of reach as I suckled hard over as much sensitive and swollen skin as would fit in my mouth. The hand I had stroking myself squeezing tighter, faster, at her blissful cry. Felicity was so loud my ears rang as she rolled from one orgasm right into a second until her movements were absolutely uncontrolled, smooshing my nose in her grinding while my mouth was pressed tight into her skin, I was seeing stars before I realized I couldn’t breathe. Then she shuddered once more and squeezed my face between her thighs as I managed to draw a third climax from her. I came to with her worried face calling my name and apologizing, my face coated with her pleasure and my chest and belly coated with mine. I can’t remember what I said, something obnoxious I’m sure by the way she smacked my shoulder, but it broke the tension and earned a lot more oral for both of us over the next couple weeks.

Her eyes are focused down where my mouth is on her, I can see the blush spread, darkening the pale skin down her throat, but she doesn’t protest, rocking into it as I push my tongue into her heat. Oh god damn. How could I forget just how good this is? I nuzzle into the small area of exposed flesh, sucking enough pressure over the mouthful of skin to make her buck as the taste of her coats my tongue.

A few seconds, not nearly enough, is all she gives me before using a trick I taught her to shove my forehead back and keep me pressed to the mattress as her body leaves my face and slides down to once again settle over my hips despite my protests. If not for my remaining clothes she would be properly riding me and my cock aches with the need for attention. “Hush.” Her free hand presses hard over my heart.

My body has no such reservations and neither does she. Hitching up the loose skirt of her top she barely glances down as fingers sneak between us to reaching pull my cock out from the uniform, stroking the bead of slickness forming at the tip down the length and-! My entire body goes rigid as my wife shows no hint of restraint or hesitation guiding me into her as she seats herself onto me. All rational thought disappears, my mind blanks at the hard sheathing, leaving me gasping, “Fuck!”

“Oh-!” She rasps. Her body is still tight from lack of warm up but so, so, wet. Hidden muscles clenching such amazing pressure around me like she’ll hold me inside forever. My hands keep her body from moving as I fight to stay still. “Oliver…”

I will not lose control of myself. I will not. Have to let her adjust. I can’t look at her, it’d be too much- God damn she feels-! Her hands slide over mine, coaxing me to lace my fingers with hers. Face out of reach, I tense my stomach to lean up and capture the nipple I haven’t focused on with my mouth. Lightly grazing my teeth and a hard suckling draws out a moan from her that has my body aching to move. A small sharp noise escapes after a wickedly sinful roll of her hips and she hisses “Less biting!” I force my jaw to unlock, a hand in her hair pulling her down into kissing reach again.

Simple wriggling on her part is exquisite torture for me and necessary distractions are few. When my eyes glance over towards the door, checking again, she makes a frustrated growl. “If you’re gonna be that distracted-!“ She shifts her hips, trying to roll us but only manages to wedge her upper half between my shoulder and the wall. When I don’t immediately move she nudges impatiently at my arm, “Get on with it, protect my ‘modesty’ already.”

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[agent-spidey]

To be young

Title: To be young

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard. 

Word count: 2,145

Songs: Midnight City by M83, Uh huh by Julia Michaels

A/N: This is my first Imagine ever so I’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and if i messed up the point of view a little bit, I’m practicing and heres my first go at it! I hope you guys enjoy it! Also its not a concrete idea yet but i might make more parts to this 

  “Hey, MJ does Peter ever talk about me?” you ask staring across the lunch room at the boy you’ve had a crush on ever since you laid eyes on him in the 3rd grade. You hear Michelle sigh and close her book “Y/N just go over there and talk to him.” your eyes widen at your best friend for suggesting such a thing. “I can’t just go over there and talk to him without cause, plus..” you sigh sinking further into your seat at the lunch table “he likes Liz, remember?” Just before Michelle can get a word in about your lack of confidence towards guys, the bell rings signaling the end of lunch and beginning of the five minuet passing period to the next class.

You quickly gather your things heading out of the lunchroom and to your next class, gym.

“Hey, Y/N wait up!” you hear the familiar voice of Liz speak as everyone makes their way out of the locker rooms and into the main gym. You falter in your walk just a little hearing Liz say your name, you haven’t ever really been friends or even acquaintances with her since knowing that Peter has a crush on the girl. “Yes?” you smile as she slows her pace next to you “I’m having a party tomorrow night at my place, do you wanna come?” your mind goes blank for a minuet, Liz is asking me to her party? what? “I already asked Michelle if she could come and she said you were free so i thought i’d ask.” Liz practically read your mind, so Michelle is to blame, she’s gonna pay. “Yea, sure I’ll come, it sounds fun.” She smiles before she runs off ahead of you. “Hey Flash,” You hear her shout before she vanishes into the crowd of teenagers.

“Alright, well i think he’s a war criminal now but these are state required so lets get to work .” The gym teacher spoke after the video of Captain America ended waving his hand for everyone to get down from the bleachers and take their places on the mats.

You finally spot Michelle in the crowd of teenagers and grabbed ahold of her arm before she could lay on a mat. “Hey could we be partners?” You ask letting go of your bestie laying on the mat, “Mind if we take this mat next to you guys?” A voice that made your heartstrings tingle spoke, you quickly turn your head to see Peter laying down and getting ready to go his first sit-up. “No-not at all.” you blush and turn on your other side to come face to face with a book “Michelle” You groan louder than intended, “We’re suppose to be doing sit-ups.” You grab the book tilting it away from her face, Michelle sighs and turns on her back pushing her book up and down from her face “There happy, I’m exercising now.” She mumbled making you laugh slightly.

“Hey what about Spider-Man?” You sit up and whip your head around to the bleachers where a certain group of popular girls were sitting, “What about him Liz? You got a crush?” a friend of hers teased, “Well I mean yes he’s pretty hot but he’s also a hero you can’t leave him out.” You could see a slight pink shade her cheeks after she spoke.

“Hey, uh Peter knows Spider-Man!” Ned practically yelled from the mat next to you, what? how does Peter know Spider-Man? I mean maybe he got saved by him? But what? You were pulled from your thoughts when Peter spoke, “Well Uh  we-wel yes i do, because of the Stark internship i have but i’m not suppose to talk about it.” Peter spoke through gritted teeth when he ended his sentence. “Wait Penis Parker knows Spider-Man? And has a Stark internship? Wow this is too good, what other lies ya got?” Flash finally joined the conversation. You sighed and turned your attention back to laying down and staring at the ceiling till the end of the period.

“Well if you know him so well why don’t you invite him to Liz’s party tomorrow night?” Flash asked sarcasm clear in his voice, “Wait-wait Liz is having a party?” You perked up again at the sound of Peter’s slightly hurt voice. “Yeah, tomorrow night, my parents are out of town, you and Ned are more than welcome to come and you don’t gotta bring Spider-Man.” You could practically hear the smile in Peters voice when he replied “No-No yeah I’d love to come.” You rolled your eyes and tried to drown out the rest of the conversation.

“Okay, see ya tomorrow.” Liz spoke before the bell rang, finally. You make your way back to the locker room and change out of the gym uniform and into your regular clothes.

Well tomorrow night should be interesting, I wonder if Peter really knows Spider-Man you smile at the thought, that’d be fucking awesome.

Michelle and you took the bus together after school planning on having a sleepover and carpooling to Liz’s party the next day. “I can’t believe you already said i would go without asking me.” you lightly punch Michelle on the arm while getting ready for bed. “Hey what better things do you have going on tomorrow, staring at peter though the peep hole of your apartment again?” Michelle teased, you gasped and placed your hand on your heart pretending to be hurt by the comment. “Michelle that is an important activity and I cannot miss it.” You dramatically said and plopped down onto your bed for the night, the couch. Michelle and you always sleep on her couch for sleepovers, its big enough and comfy as hell.

“Oh whatever Y/N.” she groaned taking her place on the couch and turning on the tv. Within minuets your eyes start to get heavy, you finally give into the sleep tugging at you and fall asleep.

“Thanks for the ride!” you shout at Michelle’s dad before Michelle slams the car door shut. MJ and you start towards the front door already hearing the loud music coming from inside. “Michelle are you sure about this?” You ask grabbing her arm forcing her to stop and look at you “Look Y/N, when are you ever gonna do something like this ever again. Plus, its all apart of the high school experience.” She shrugged making her way to the front door and inside with you trailing behind her.

You were immediately greeted by Liz and shown the way to the kitchen “incase you need something to drink” Liz told you leaving you and focused her attention back onto the party. “Ok so now I Just wait for something to happen?” you spoke to yourself as you grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with water from the fridge. You made your way out of the kitchen and to the couch in the living room, where did MJ go? I’m like the only other person besides Liz she knows here so where - your thoughts were interrupted when your eyes met with the chocolatey eyes of the boy you’ve been waiting for all night.

You smile towards Peter earning a grin back from him before his attention was sent somewhere else, probably Flash shouting “wheres your friend Spider-man? I don’t see him..” You rolled your eyes and made your way over to the duo standing in the middle of the hallway, “Hey hey guys,” you nervously spoke “Finally made it.” you smiled over at Ned, his attention on the rest of the party and not you. “Yeah we got-” Peter got interrupted by a shout from the family room “If you wanna play a game come to the family room now!” you felt a hand wrap around your arm before you could protest you were in the family room seated next to Liz, Peter diagonally across from you with ned next to him and Michelle on your other side.

“Alright,” you heard Liz speak next to you “what game should we play.” a couple of hands flew up in the air and some people shouted suggestions. “How about Seven Minuets In Heaven?!” one voice shouted louder than the others, you looked over at Liz to see she was already ginning with a bottle being handed to her. “Seven Minuets In Heaven it is.” She quickly snapped her head over at you “Y/N, you spin first.” she shoved the bottle into your hand.

“No-no I’m really fine-” you didnt get to finish when you felt a sharp pain in your side from Michelle, your head spun to her side giving her a “what the hell!” look and receiving a shrug in response. You sucked in a breath, all apart of the high school experience right? you tried to reason with yourself. You put the bottle on its side on the ground and spun it, your heat begins beating faster and faster as it comes to a slow down. The bottle finally comes to a stop and your eyes rake up to where it landed, Peter Parker.

You gulped waiting for his reaction as people around him whopped for him but he just sat there eyes wide. “come one you too!” Liz sounded so gleeful and lightly shoved my shoulder for me to get up. Peter must’ve took that as a hint as well and stood up “Wher-uh What closet should we go to?” Peter asked clearing his voice. “the one right at the top of the stairs, we’ll make sure no one goes in.” Liz smiled at Peter and you while you made your way up the stairs. Oh god, what am i going to do, what if he doesn’t want to do anything with me? what if he kisses me and I’m not a good kisser or my breathe stinks- you were ripped out of your thoughts as the closet door was closed and Peter and you were left in the dark.

“uh we-we don’t have to do anything.” you whispered barely audible as you watched Peter set a timer on his phone for seven minuets. “Wh-why don’t we ask each other questions?” Peter asked making a blush creep onto your face, thank god this closet is dark and peters phone light is horrible. “sure-e” you nervously stutter, “you first.” you poke his chest earning a small laugh from him. “Okay, is it true that you have a 4.0 grade average?” You couldn’t help the laugh that  escaped your lips, “What?” Peter asked you could hear the confusion in his voice, “thats the question you wanna ask?” you placed your hand on Peters arm, what am I doing? I’m movign way too fast, “Is that bad?” Peter moved closer to you making you back up into the wall of the closet, your smile fading and a deeper bush replacing it. “uh-no no, I’d just rather not answer it.” You spoke truthfully, “alright,” you could see the smile form on peters face as he inched closer to you.

“your turn.” he whispered making your breath hitch in your throat, he’s so close, if i just move forward slightly i’d finally have my first kiss and with the guy of my dreams, you thought. “you got a question yet?” Peters smile started fading looking into your eyes, “uh- yes, did you really make your own computer?” your eyes scanned peters, he’s so close you can see his beautiful brown ombre iris’s, dark brown to a slightly lighter brown. Your breath hitched in your throat again as Peter flashed his eyes down to your lips for a split second. You start to lean into him, closer and closer to his face when your lips just barely graze each other and then Peters phone goes off.

He jumped back slightly from the sudden noise and looked down at his phone, “Has it already been seven minuets?” You laugh slightly feeling embarrassed for getting so intimate with Peter. “No..” he paused looking up from his phone and into your eyes “But i gotta, I’m really sorry Y/N, I gotta go.” He shook his head slightly before opening the closet and leaving you behind. you stood there shocked, not able to move. Peter and I almost kissed was all you could think as a deep blush crept back onto your face.

You exited the closet and went to see if you could find him at the party anywhere. you got a few weird looks after asking some people if they saw him anywhere but no one could help, not even Ned knew where Peter went.

“Well it’s too bad, we didn’t even get to see his ‘friend’ Spider-Man.” Flash spoke sarcastically to you, you just turned around to go look for MJ and tell her about what had happened, how you almost kissed your life long crush and how he almost kissed you back.

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(hey y’all, here’s chapter 1 of the new fic i’m writing. Collins x Reader, obvi, and HEAVILY inspired from my first imagine here! thanks for reading! it’s like, 1:40 am so if errors are here i’ll revise later lol)

genre: dunkirk

collins x reader

word count: 1873

Where you’re from, you grew up learning stories of the great countries and empires that rose and fell centuries before you. You learned about the ravaging wars fought – over ideologies that seem so foreign to your time. You learned about the beginnings of technology, and how centuries ago, people were amazed to be able to carry the equivalent of a computer in their pocket.

Where you’re from, time travel was possible – though it was only used by the government and with extreme caution. The dangers of traveling to the past were drilled into your brain when you got promoted to your position. Your job – one people in the days of old would have only dreamed of – was to use this technology when your country needed it. And, a document that got destroyed right after the second World War was something it needed. You’re never told why you’re getting something; you aren’t cleared for that level of information.

The politics of your time are complicated – as they are in any time – but you know the countries that exist now are far different from the ones in 1945. Weeks went into your research, which consisted of playing old videos of accents, familiarizing yourself with slang, and knowing what type of clothes to wear to not stick out from a normal crowd. When it came time for the departure date, you were confident in how much you prepared for this mission.

South of Glasgow, September 25th, 1945.

The blue lettering projected from the module in your right arm as you set it in. With a nod to your supervisor – an older woman with gray hair cut in a bob style – you pushed the circular, green button to the right of the display. Instantly, a timer took the place of the date you entered and began counting down from 5 seconds, with a light beeping to accompany it.

4. You took in a deep breath.

3. You relaxed your muscles. Being tense during travel was never a good idea.

2. You exhaled.

1. You closed your eyes.

A flash. Your feet left the hard, tiled ground of the office and landed on spongy grass. You never knew what it looked like to travel, for you feared going blind at the sight of it. Plus, the whole trip was over within a few seconds, and you never had time to pop open an eyelid mid-travel.

You inhaled deeply, your lungs enjoying the crisp, biting air. It was a welcome change from the stifling, warm heat from your office. You opened your eyes.

You landed in an open field with grass greener than you’d ever seen before. From your position, you could just make out old-fashioned buildings in the distance, but around you there was nothing but grass. You were hoping for that; it’s always required that you land where nobody can see you. You pulled down the long sleeve of your sweater to cover the module on your arm. Thankfully, the chilly weather outside meant nobody would question your clothing choices.

You took in another deep breath, psyching yourself up for the task at hand, before taking a step and walking towards the buildings in the distance.

It was dark by the time you’d retrieved what you came for; and the night air proved to be harsher than the comfortable, afternoon winds. You were reviewing the folder, safely in your hands, your feet taking you back to the fields you’d landed in.

You met him as you walked down that deserted street. He was walking at a snail’s pace compared to yours – out on his nightly stroll - you’d come to learn - that he always went on, looking up to the skies to remember a dear friend that never made it home. Normally, your instincts would have picked up the approaching stranger before he got too close, but success had dulled them. The folder was sent flying out of your grasp when your bowed head collided into his lean chest, though you managed to keep from landing on your backside. Not much could be said for the one you ran into, however.

A heavy Scottish voice called from below you as you picked up the folder from the sidewalk. “Sorry – didn’ see ye there.”

“Don’t worry about it – I wasn’t paying attention myself,” you replied, your eyes glued to the contents in your hands to inspect any possible damage and not once glancing to the stranger. Your accent was different than your normal one – you’d studied British accents from this period to be able to blend in – and thus had to fake the way your voice sounded. You’d realized that British was easier to fake than a Scottish one, and consequently had come up with a backstory in case it was needed.

“I should’ve bin paying attention, as well,” the man started in a tone that held a bit of playfulness to it, and you let yourself peek over to see who exactly it was you had collided into. Bright, breathtaking blue eyes pierced into your own, causing your breath to pause in your chest for a moment. You both were so entranced that you didn’t even notice the silence lingering between the two of you, which the stranger broke with a stifled cough. Your cheeks warmed up as you realized how long you had been staring. “uh, sae, uh… wid ye let me treat ye to a drink for th' trouble I’ve caused?”

It should have been an automatic no from you. You knew just how dangerous it was to mingle with anybody from the past – a strict rule placed by your organization for good reason – and that anything you do could have adverse effects for the future. On the other hand, a drink to relieve the tension from the mission you just successfully completed sounded very tempting. You deserved it, after all, you had the future of the world on your shoulders. Plus, you were a tad caught up in the idea of a random, handsome stranger taking interest in you enough to offer a drink – and it’d be an amazing story for the water cooler. One drink couldn’t hurt, right?

He led the way to a pub nearby and held the door open for you. All the while there, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the stranger. He kept smiling, always finding something to comment on as you two walked and even making you laugh a few times.

Your muscles relaxed as you entered the warm room and escaped from the chilly night outside. He led you to a table and ordered you both some pints. Once you both had taken a few sips of the liquid courage, opening up was an effortless task.

Jack Collins. He fought in the RAF. He flew to Dunkirk, but crashed in the sea and was thankfully rescued by some civilians. You remembered the story faintly from an old history lesson – the incredible story of home coming for soldiers trapped on a beach. Your heartbeat quickened as you realized you sat across from a war hero – a handsome one, at that – that bought you a drink.

“So, Y/N,” Collins started after he swallowed a sip of the golden liquid. “Now that ye know a' aboot me, I figure I shuid git to learn aboot you.”

You answered the question easily with the fake story you’d worked up, though you couldn’t deny how something stirred within you as you lied to the nice gentleman. “My family is from Carlisle. We had a bakery there, before the war. I helped my mom keep the business going while my dad and brother went to fight. They made it back alive, thankfully.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Collins grinned and held up his glass. You did the same, clinking yours against the rim of his and bringing the glass to your lips as you took a sip.

“And I’ve been staying with some mates around Glasgow for the time being, just traveling,” you finished after gulping down the sip of beer. Collins nodded at your story, accepting it without any bit of hesitation.

After a few more drinks, the responsible side of you snapped out of the fantasy and realized it was time to go back home. Your stomach fell when you relayed this information to Collins who – oblivious to the literal meaning of your statement – asked to accompany you back home. The two of you had already put on your coats and were leaving the pub, your face instantly getting hit with a gust of frigid air.

“I’ll let you walk me halfway, deal?” You compromised, a spike of panic hitting you as you hoped he wouldn’t be too gentlemanly.

“Fine, bit onlie if ye promise to catch up wi` me again,” His tone held a note of desperation – one that struck you even worse than the panic did. There was hope in his bright eyes – one that you didn’t want to crush.

“Of course,” you replied easily, though your insides turned cold at the idea of him eagerly waiting for you, only for you to never show up. He asked you to meet him at the same pub the next night, to which you agreed with no qualms.

You two began the walk down the direction you were walking toward. You didn’t exactly know when halfway was, so you let Collins fill the air with jokes and bad puns that made you laugh more than you would have if you were sober. After a while of walking, the two of you brushing up against each other intentionally, you stopped in your tracks and faced him.

“Before ye go –” he hastily added as you turned to leave. “I'm needin', uh, collateral. So, I know you’re serious aboot showing up. Otherwise, I’ll embarrass mysell by bein' stood up.”

A playful smirk stretched your lips. “Collateral? What did you have in mind, then?”

He stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Your breathing hitched once more as you stared into his blue eyes, which kept glancing from your eyes to your lips. “This,” he whispered in a deep voice as his lips pressed against yours. Your heart beat faster in your chest, making your blood rush to your cheeks. Suddenly, you couldn’t feel the cold from the night – only Collins and his warmth in front of you. One of his hands pressed against the small of your back to pull you closer in the embrace. You could have melted from the kiss, but the annoyingly responsible side of you nagged to pull away after a few moments of bliss. He seemed a bit shocked at the pull away, but the grin on your face wiped away any doubts he may have been thinking of.

No words needed to be exchanged after that private moment. From how your heart was still racing in your chest, you knew you’d have to come back for more. You winked his way before turning away from him – leaving a dazed Scottish boy alone on the sidewalk, his heart fluttering in his chest.

[tomoneofakind]

**In this post, I talk about the game Super Mario World.  Although I feel the Mario story of Mario saves Princess Peach is quite common, there maybe things I mention that are considered spoilers to others.**

In this game, Bowser has taken over Dinosaur Land and kidnapped Princess Peach. and it’s up to Mario, Luigi and their new friend Yoshi to save the Princess from Bowser and his Koopalings.

I missed out of this game when I was a kid.  The Super Nintendo had just came out and I couldn’t convince my parents to buy one since it’s was too expensive for the time.  The original price of the console was $200 in 1990, which, adjusted for inflation, by 2018 is pretty much double that price.  So I decided to go with the Sega Genesis instead.  Like some other gamers of the 1990’s, I got swept up in the console wars and went to Sega after playing Sonic the Hedgehog, Streets of Rage, and Kid Chameleon.  Genesis does what Nintendon’t, I believed.  I didn’t own a Nintendo system until the Gamecube came out in November 2001.  Looking back, I felt kind of foolish about getting swept up in fanboyism.  I missed out on a lot of great games for all systems.

I was a sucker for that Blast Processing

I’ve been playing this game on the SNES Classic.  Super Mario World has been released originally on the Super Nintendo and ported on several different consoles like the Wii, Wii U, New Nintendo 3DS, and a ported, sort of remade for the Game Boy Advance under the Super Mario Advance Series.  I’ve been using the rewind feature and save states a lot.  You are able to save, but only after you have taken down a castle or find a new exit to the level.  The controls and jumping in the game aren’t bad, but I find myself rocking the D-Pad left and right when I make a jump to land on a platform.  Even on longer platforms or solid ground I still find myself doing this.  Mario just feels like he is slipping around a lot in the game and controls like Luigi. By that, I mean how Luigi has a faster sprint and higher jump, but takes a longer time to stop. Not sure if I’m just experiencing lag with the system, but I do feel a slight delay in Mario’s controls.  Mario also has a spin jump, but I only seem to find myself using this to break bricks when I’m Super Mario to get below to another area.

What I seem to have problems with the controls, at least I can say that this game is still fun.  The sprites, backgrounds and enemies all look great.  The music is great and catchy and sets the mood for each level.  Whether it’s the haunting sound of the ghost house, or the cheerfulness of the over worlds, Koji Kondo, the composer did a great job.  I keep wanting to go back to it and beat a level that I was having a problem with.   Not, I want to rage quit and not play again.  Well, that is until I got to the World 9 Special Zone.  You get here after you find the secret exits in World 8 Star Road.  I did get past the first three levels of 90’s saying (tubular and Gnarly sounds really dated to me), the rest are just rather difficult for me with the controls.  While the levels are a challenge, the mini bosses and bosses are rather easy for me.

Dinosaur Land Overworld minus Star and Special road

The overworld has a nice layout.  It’s the layout of you can’t progress until you defeat a level and goes kind of non linear unless you find another way out from a level.  This is indicated by a red dot on the level.  It gives a good amount of replay as there are 96 different exits to find in the game.  I like the addition of Ghost Houses.  Primary filled with Boos and other types of “dead” enemies like Dry Bones, eeries, and boo buddies.  I like the challenge and the redirect of these levels to find hidden exits with the use of a P-block for example.

Some screen grabs of the battles with the various Bosses in the game.

The Koopalings all have different attacks than the shoot the magic wand and charge at you from Super Mario Bros 3.  But they are Mario platform boss standard; jump on them three times, or knock them off of the platform to defeat them.  Bowser is the Final Boss, and he is pretty difficult to defeat.  I need to say that I found this battle pretty intense, even today.  The lightning flashing in the back ground, Bowser flying around in the Koopa Clown Car with a seemingly endless cannonballs. It’s insanely spacious inside for the amount of cannonballs he throws at you.  I still can’t figure out how he filled so many cannonballs inside that thing unless he modded a TARDIS from Dr. Who or something to that extent.  The first use of mode 7 graphic as he charges the screen after a few hits was, and still is, awesome.  I also liked how the countdown timer is gone from the battle.  Almost giving you no excuse that you can run away saying the timer won’t let me beat this final boss.

A lot of Mario enemies made their debut here.  Some of my more notable enemies to first appear for me are Wiggers, a caterpillar like foe who turns red and angry when you stomp on Wigger’s head (minus the train whistle Wiggler has in later games).  Banzai Bills, a larger version of Bullet Bill, that seems to take up nearly half the screen whenever he is fired towards Mario.  Big Boo, a larger version of Boo and one of the mini bosses you face, but still retains the Boos trait of chasing you when you look away.  Chucks, the sports themed enemy who attacks you various ways, such as throwing baseballs/footballs at you, charging after you, and punting footballs at you.   Finally Magikoopas, Koopas that can cast spells and change objects into enemies.  What I found is that the Goomba’s were removed in favor of Glaoombas and Cheep Cheeps had a strange redesign that both came off as odd to me.

Reznor, a triceratops mini boss in the game is named after Nine Inch Nails member Trent Reznor.  A very cool fact I think.

Mario has a couple of new powers.  Grabbing a feather, turns him into a Cape Mario. He can fly for a short time, then use his parachute to glide back down to safety.  It’s tricky to do at first, but once you get the hang of it, it’s a rather useful power up.  This game also introduced the power balloon.  It puffs up Mario like a balloon and can fly/float for a short time.  The biggest power-up or rather friend that Mario comes across is Yoshi.  I like you can switch power ups on the fly if you have one saved in your inventory, but a pain if you aren’t center to catch the power up and run the risk of losing it.  I prefer the Super Mario Bros 3 style and chose the power up before you enter a level.

Mario and Yoshi at Yoshi’s House located at the beginning of the game

Yoshis are one of the main residents of Dinosaur Island. There are green dinosaur that Mario rides like a horse and adds a bongo drum to the soundtrack whenever Mario rides him.  They are eat practically every enemy you come across.  Yoshi can also eat berries scattered across the game.  Each berry can vary from type to type from power up to more time for your counter.  When Yoshi also eats a Koopa Shell, he can do three different attacks.  Eating a red shell, Yoshi spits out three fireballs, yellow allows him to do a ground pound, and blue makes Yoshi grow wings and fly temporary.  Primary, you have a green Yoshi’s throughout the game but later on in the game you can get three different colored baby Yoshi’s which have different powers depending on what color Yoshi you have.  The are babies until they eat 5 enemies.  The color of the Yoshi follows what shell color it parallels if the green Yoshi eats (Ex red Yoshi spits out three fireballs despite the shell color that it eats but still retains the other effects of the other color shells as well).  The only place Yoshi doesn’t enter are ghost houses and castles.  Overall, I feel Yoshi’s are one of the best way to experiment with gameplay and discover new ways to play and exit level.

Mario gets Yoshi to eat the enemies by punching his head?!? Sounds very cruel

In terms of Mario games that I like, I think that Super Mario Bros 3 is better than this game, but I still enjoy Super Mario World.  Maybe it’s due to it being the easiest Mario game at the time until the New Super Mario Brother series.  When you take a hit in Super Mario Bros 3, if you have a power up like a Fire Flower, your revert to Super Mario.  In Super Mario World, if you are Cape Mario and get hit by an enemy, you revert to small Mario.  It was a level of difficulty that I wasn’t too fond off until I got older.  Although I wish Super Mario 3 had a save feature but that will be for another time.

If you have any good Super Mario facts, things I left out, or any fond memories that you had of Super Mario World, let me know in the comments and thank you for reading.

Super Mario World **In this post, I talk about the game Super Mario World.  Although I feel the Mario story of Mario saves Princess Peach is quite common, there maybe things I mention that are considered spoilers to others.**

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