#dunno how scene this is nor how scene u wanted it to be but i hope this is okay

[zora-kinhelp]

t’noy karaxis stim board with scenecore themes for @staple-teeth!

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[haloburns]

I posted 23,071 times in 2022

204 posts created (1%)

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I tagged 1,885 of my posts in 2022

#danny phantom - 115 posts

#the world is having more fun than me tonight series - 94 posts

#ecto writes - 91 posts

#ecto fics - 88 posts

#my fics - 72 posts

#my au - 35 posts

#ml spoilers - 31 posts

#the batman 2022 - 26 posts

#strike back spoilers - 26 posts

#my writing - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#nor did the fact that i could already read do me any favors bc i was like immediately singled out and elevated to the 1st grade reading cla

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag others. No skipping!

thanks for tagging me @roundaboutnow !!

i'm gonna use my invisobang playlist that i can't share the title of yet. it's my fav right now.

1. same direction - hoobastank (honestly hoobastank fucks)

2. getting away with murder - papa roach (a classic)

3. be my escape - relient k (my beloved)

4. make it stop (september's end) - rise against (this song makes me cry)

5. until the day i die - story of the year (a perfect ghost light song, ive had it on all my songs)

6. for you, and your denial - yellowcard (oh this song fucks too. the violin man. the violin.)

7. last night on earth - green day

8. saying sorry - hawthorne heights

9. devil in the mirror - black veil brides (this song is so good for this fic...)

10. give it all - rise against

@redead-red @jadenoryuu @omnicrafts (share those crossover playlists babe!!) @floralflowerpower @bibliophilea and anyone else that wants to join in!

31 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#4

with every sin, i still wanna be holy

Dan wants to be better. But that means dealing with his past (future?) actions and starting to make amends and acknowledging how he's hurt these people in his life. It's hard than he'd like to admit. Part of the the world is having more fun than me (tonight) series.

Lancer,

I dunno why I’m writing this. It’s stupid. I’m not even gonna send it. You don’t even know who I am! Clockwork did his meddling with time bullshit so you don’t remember me.

No one remembers me

You were my favorite teacher, yknow. You were the only one who actually gave even a little fuck about me. All my other teachers wrote me off as just another dumb lazy kid. No one knew of course.

Oh I guess I should tell you. I’m… Danny Phantom. Sort of. It’s a big mess of things, but Fenton is Phantom. That little punk Weston kid was right. That's why I missed so many assignments and always fell asleep in class. I promise I wasn’t a bad kid, Mr Lancer.

I guess I just needed to tell you who I was. So you would be understanding or some shit. Maybe so I wouldn’t feel like I failed every adult in my life.

Whatever. It’s not like I’m sending this anyway.

Dan

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40 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

hey look at that! another redraw!

i wanted to work on style and some other things, so i redrew my avatar (again). the first one is literally just the screenshot, and then the second one is Pissed Off Ghost King™ Danny. that one was more to fuck around with ectoblasts and some other stuff. also i designed a crown!

some more stuff below the cut!

here's a version without the blasts bc im vvv proud of how these hands turned out, considering the weird ass proportions of the cartoon. big thanks to @friendly-neighborhood-imbecille for those hand ref sheets 👉🏼👉🏼 u the realest

See the full post

44 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#2

GUYS

GUYS LOOK

my friend @i-think-in-metaphors did this amazing commission for me!!! i redid the phantom planet statue for my au, and wrote a scene for one of my upcoming works where mateo gets to see it in person. i finally got tired of imagining it and wanted to see it.

and the product. is. GORGEOUS. it's so perfect. i'm in love. i'm gonna cry about this for the next 30 years. LOOK AT HIM.

(click for quality.)

check out her commissions!!

the scene it's based on is below the cut!

Excerpt from quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead! (wip)

The black zirconium statue was larger than life. It towered above them on two separate, stepped obsidian pedestals, each about five-feet high. As Mateo moved closer, he could see something glittering in the bases. Danny mumbled something about ectoplasmic ice mixed into it, stronger than diamonds, but Mateo thought they looked like stars. He figured that was the intention. It was gorgeous.

He tilted his head back to take in the actual sculpture. That Danny was twice as large as the one standing next to Mateo. He felt his heart lurch a little at how serious Danny looked, the tight furrow over his brow, the determined set to his jaw. It all made him look so much older than even now, even though Mateo knew he was only sixteen when the statue was made.

The statue’s zirconium white accents were blinding in the late afternoon sunlight, and Mateo found himself shading his eyes as he looked up even higher. The hair on the statue was shorter than Mateo had seen Danny wear his, probably closer to the length it had been when he was in high school. It was swept back heroically, as if moved by an unseen wind, and the sun glinted off its sharp edges. It made the whole statue look as if it were glowing.

Crystalized ectoplasm made Phantom’s eerie green eyes, and they glowed too, though Mateo figured they probably glowed under their own power rather than a trick of the light. The statue’s eyes were trained on the thin, steel-wire Earth he cupped protectively close to his chest; it was a promise as well as a remembrance. The world remembered what Phantom did for them, and he promised them he would do it all over again if necessary.

65 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

(click for way better quality)

Sam did this amazing cover for me and I literally can't stop staring at it. I'm making it my phone background like immediately. Here's their post, go give it a reblog!

prologue: without you, there's no reason for my story and chapter one: fading in the afterglow are live right now!

i'll be posting every SATURDAY starting this saturday 9/3! we got seven more chapters to go, lads, so buckle up!

71 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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[cat3ch1sm]

not to be a como se dice L whore but….hear me out. task force based on how he acts does not think L gets bitches nor wants bitches. one day they come in and hear ✨noises✨ and a few minutes later L comes down completely nonchalant and then i dunno girlfriend comes down (they notice a certain pendant around her neck) just for like two seconds to steal his pastries then go back upstairs to the living abode and the task force is like 😀. as you can see here i can’t write for shit and i will literally pay if needed to see my thoughts come to life by you. now do i only have $6 to my name…maybe [bonus points if we get a quick lil cut scene of L just being a monster pussy eater]

🌱| LMFAOAOA bestie im broke too😭😭 no need to pay me all reqs r free<33 idk how good this is lol i will let u decide ಠ_ಠ

🐢| ANYWAYS let's get into the story because this request is a rollercoaster😭😭 idk if this was supposed to b x reader or not but i made it x reader bc it's what i usually write anyway lol, enjoy!!

"Aw, man, I'm so sleepyyy!" Matsuda whined, eyelids drooping and gait sluggish as he trudged through the doors into the task force headquarters. "I wish L wouldn't insist we come here at four in the morning... and getting through the security is always such a process. I hope our rooms are ready soon so we don't have to come all the way from home to out here..."

Aizawa, trailing just behind Matsuda, was a little less vocal about his lethargy, but it was clear he was tired as well. "Well, the Kira investigation isn't to be taken lightly- we need all the time we can get," he stated firmly. "But to be honest, it would be nice to get a little more sleep- we don't get home until midnight, and then we have to get up and come right back four hours later."

"I'm sure our rooms will be ready at some point, and we won't lose so much sleep then. But that isn't what's important right now," Light reminded the men in an authoritative tone.

"My son is right. It may be draining, but this isn't something to be taken lightly. A few hours less of sleep isn't anything compared to the thousands of deaths that are still occurring," Soichiro asserted, moving past all of the other men and placing his briefcase down on the ground beside the swivel chair where L usually sat. Suddenly noticing its emptiness, he straightened up, looking around the room. "Ryuzaki isn't here?"

"Maybe he's asleep," Matsuda griped, "like we should be." Groggily, he went up to the chair and dropped down onto it, letting his whole body slouch as he shut his eyes.

Light glanced at Matsuda wearily. "Don't be ridiculous, Matsuda- Ryuzaki never sleeps. But I've really never seen him outside of this room, either... where could he be?"

The group's thoughts were interrupted when a very faint sound emitted from upstairs- so faint they almost missed it.

"Hey- maybe that's Ryuzaki now," Aizawa suggested, setting his own things down beside Soichiro's and moving toward the staircase to greet the detective.

But as the noises grew louder, it became increasingly apparent that they were not at all footsteps- and they grew more and more frequent and continued to increase in volume until the men downstairs were finally able to make out just what they were.

Sticky, clear liquid was spurting all over your thighs as they trembled, L's nose still buried in your sopping heat as he relentlessly licked your swollen clit, his warm tongue running rapidly over your soaking folds and tracing your entrance teasingly. Whimpering as you orgasmed violently, spraying your cum all over L's lips and hands, you made an attempt to close your legs, face burning as you drenched the man beneath you in your juices. However, your efforts were futile as L held your legs open, his grip like steel, and you were only met with a monotone "Stay still" as you struggled to keep your moans from getting too loud. You gripped the sides of the chair you were sitting on as roughly as you could, needing to focus on something, anything else but the consuming ecstasy exploding within your body. L's eyes lifted to meet yours, his pink tongue visible to you as you watched him continue to eat you out despite this being your second orgasm in the past twenty minutes. L had allowed you absolutely no recovery time after you first came, and now here you were, squirting like mad and almost in tears from your overstimulation.

"Ryu- Ryuzaki, there a-are people downstairs," you managed in between shaky moans, breathing ragged and chest heaving. "Don't you have w-ork- work to do?"

"Don't try and distract me, Y/N," L replied, swirling his tongue around your throbbing clit and making you cry out. "I'll be finished as soon as you're done messing up my hair." To emphasize, he removed his hand from your trembling thigh and twirled a strand of dark, damp hair in between his fingers, humiliating you more and making you drop your eyes, flustered.

Still, cum continued to drip from your entrance, your sex pulsating as you tried to bring your high down, wrenching your hips in the chair as his tongue tormented your already aching pussy. "L- L, please, I can't- I'm done, I pro-promise."

L lifted a brow at you. "Oh- you're done? Then what's this?" Without warning, he plunged a slender finger into you to point out the liquid still spilling out, and all you could manage was a strangled groan, your back arching. "Be patient... 'kay?"

Downstairs, the room had been silent for a while- disbelieving of what they'd just heard upstairs. Finally, his eyes narrowed into suspicious slits, Light demanded, "What the- hell?"

There was no response from the other three men. Matsuda now seemed fully awake, sitting at attention in his chair with his eyes wide. Soichiro had his head in his hand, his eyes closed in exasperation. Aizawa simply stood idle, shell-shocked. Everyone was silent, completely stunned.

The room was still frozen when the absent detective finally dragged himself down the stairs, hands in his jeans pockets and barefoot as usual. Nothing of the incident with you remained, his clothes, face, and hair as clean as they usually were. Not acknowledging the bewildered stares of the task force members that followed him to where he sat down, he cleared his throat and turned to face the men in the room. "Hello, everyone. There is much to be done- shall we begin?"

It was just after that greeting that more footsteps sounded on the stairs- but when the men all looked up again, still jilted from the prior incident, it was not someone they recognized. It was you, also having cleaned up, and nothing of the occurrence minutes prior remained in your physical appearance nor the way you carried yourself. Casually and as if you knew them, you nodded at the task force men as you passed by them, L not turning to greet you. You felt their eyes seem to zoom in on you when you made no attempt to hide the pendant around your neck- the single charm being L's signature initial inscribed in gothic font.

None of the men visibly returned your greeting, but you brushed it off, simply approaching L and leaning over his hunched-over body to pluck two miniature cupcakes from the arsenal of desserts he had laying across the surface of his desk. Your sweets acquired, you lifted your arm slightly in a small wave before disappearing back up the stairs.

L, although covertly, glanced up towards you and watched you vanish before turning back to his work.

[thatsarcasticgemini]

Poltergeist boyfriend

Bill Denbrough x Stanley Uris

When his parents told him that they were moving, Bill expected a new house or a futuristic apartment, but instead he got an old and rusty house. So there he was, big box full of books in hands, looking the house up and down with a sour look in his usually bright eyes. He looked at the window of the left upstairs bedroom, where he saw a figure looking at him. He looked around to find hid mom, but the figure was gone when he looked back. Stupid old house, stupid long road, stupid heavy box. Georgie, on the other hand was more than happy to go inside, running around the porch and urging everyone to move faster. Bill went inside and asked his mom to see his bedroom. She pointed the medium one upstairs, the same room where he saw that figure.

The next day he went to his new highschool. There, he met Eddie, Richie, Ben and Bev. He hit it off with Bev, but there was never gonna be anything between them, as Bev was dating Ben and Bill was very gay. The school was ok: the teachers were kind, the halls were clean and bullying was taken very seriously. Plus it was only five minutes away from home, which meant that Bill could get there in time to say bye to his parents before they left for work. For lunch he had mashed potatoes with chiken, his favourite. While he was eating, he heard a loud thud coming from his bedroom. Licking his fingers of grease, he went upstairs, ready to yell at Georgie for going in his bedroom. But the bedroom was empty. The only thing out of place was the picture of him and Mike, his old friend for the other town. When he picked it up he could swear he saw the same figure behind him in the glass. Placing the picture back, he ran downstairs to finish his meal. Little did he know, that would be the first of many encounters with the supernatural being.

Things started getting weirder and weirder over the next a few weeks. Wednesdays were Alphabet Soup days for the Denbroughs, but they got strange for Bill. Everytime he'd pick a spoon of letters, they would always spell things like: youre cute, i like u, i love u. He'd come home to see drawings of him and a boy on his desk. He blamed Georgie at first, but the young boy denied everything. All the drawings showed Bill either hugging or kissing this curly haired boy. He even saw this boy in his dreams, either looking out the window or playing the piano in the living room. Whenever Bill would open his english notebook he'd be met by short love poems, always signed S.U. But the worse happened when he brought people over.

The first time someone came over, it was boy named Jake, who was Bill's project partner. He only stayed in Bill's bedroom for five minutes, while Bill was making tea, when he cursed loudly and ran out of the house calling Bill nuts. Bill chased after him, confused and hurt, but looking to his bedroom window from the front yard, he saw the curly haired boy dissapear behind the curtains. This happened to everyone who came over to Bill's. It even happened to Eddie. The boy left after 30 minutes, saying someone was watching him and throwing stuff at his head. Bill was desperate, to the point where he begged Beverly to help him. Bev was a witch, so she was more than happy to help him figure the problem out. Her best guess was that a spirit that was bound to the house had taken a liking in Bill and was trying to chase potential partners away.

The plan was for Bill to hold hands with Bev, pretend to be dating so the spirit would give her its worst. That was exactly what happened, but Bev stood her ground. She ignored the yelling in her ear, the things thrown at her and the very scray ghost following her. At some point, Bill saw the ghost and warned Beverly that it was a diffrent one. The usual ghost was a boy with light curly hair and kind brown eyes. Beverly said that this scary ghost was a shape the boy was taking to scare her away. After a couple hours, Bev pulled Bill into the living room.

"Bill, I have to leave. Here you go. Inside this box there’s a ouija board. You have to paly alone, so that the poltergeist will have to join you. I also wrote you instructions on a paper I taped on the back of the box. This being really really likes you, so there’s nothing to worry about. I’m just worried I might anger it by staying longer. You’ll be fine.” and with that she left. Bill took the board and the planchette to his bedroom. Sitting down he read the mantra Bev gave him outloud and looked around.

“I’m alone, supernatural being, so you have to join me. Please join me.” With that, Bill lifted his head to see the curtains move. He was a little freaked out, but he calmed himself down. The scary ghost emerged form the other side of the room, looking around with wild eyes. It passed Bill by, yelling and ran downstairs. Bill was thanking God that neither Bev, nor his parents or Georgie were home to see the scene unfold. The door behind him opened again and Bill saw the boy coming in the room and sitting on the floor, oposite of where he sat. The supernatural being was in its regular form, probably calming down after seeing Bev was gone. It put its hand on the planchette moving it around to spell “Hi Bill”. 

“Hi! Can you please tell me your name?”   

“Stanley Uris. My family lived here 45 years ago.”

“But you’re supposed to be alive today.”

“I am, but I was killed in an accident at school. Two kids locked me in the boiler room as a prank. A teacher found me dead 12 days later. I was burried in the back yard of this house.”

“Why do you harass my friends? Why do you give me poems and drawing?���

“Cause I like you and I dunno how to express it. I chase people away cause I’m afraid you’ll like them more cause they’re alive. Was that girl your girlfriend?”

“She is a friend, I’m gay. I did that to make you respond.”

“I would’ve responded either way. You have nice eyes. And I like your drawings. You’re cute when you are focused.”

“You’re cute now. Is there any way I can make you be alive, sort of. Like in Beetlejuice?”

“I am dead. What’s Beetlejuice?”

“A musical about a demon. If someone said his name three times, he could be touched and seen, it was almost like he was real again.”

“I am not a demon, but I get it. You can make me real, sort of real. By allowing me to come into your world at will. You need black salt and moon water. Your witch friend has them for sure. You also need a picture of me. You can find one in the attic. You can do it tomorrow. I’ll guide you.” and with that, Stan moved the planchette to goodbye and went back to the window, where he vanished. Bill instantly called Bev and asked her for black salt and moonwater. Bev was happy to help again.

     The next day, right after Georgie left to meet up with his friends, Bill dashed to the attic and looked in all the furniture until he found a picture of Stan. It was a picture of him playing the piano. Bill took it, ran to his room to get the board, took the salt and water from his backpack and ran to his bedroom. Stanley responded in less than a second.

“You got everything?”

“Yes, but you need to tell me what to do with them.”

“You need to go to the backyard and take 27 small steps from the back door forward. You’ll be somewhat above my body. You need to sprinkle salt around yourself in a circle, emerge the photo in moonwater and put it in front of your feet. Put some more salt on the picture and say this: I, Bill Denbrough, allow Stanley Uris to come back into this world at free will. I will be the only one to see him. He’ll step in the land of the living and come out of it whenever he wants. That should do it. I’ll be watching you.”

“Will I be able to touch you that way?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be able to leave the house?”

“Yes. I’ll also be able to return to land of the dead if I’ll feel like it.”

“Cool. Ok. Let’s do it.” And with that Bill went in the backyard and did exactly as Stanley had instructed him. At first it seemed like nothing happened, so Bill decided to go back inside. Once inside, he felt a hand on his shoulder while going up the stairs. Turning around he came face to face with Stanley.

“Hi, Bill! Wow you have soft skin. I have soft skin. Your clothes look nice. Mine are kinda old. Your hair is so soft as well. Mine is curlier then yours I don’t really like it that much. What do you think? Is my hair that bad?” Stanley started rambling. Bill just looked at him with wide eyes. He was real. Bill took a step forward, throwing himself in Stanley’s arms. Stanley didn’t respond at first, but hugged back in the end. It was going to be one hell of a ride, teaching Stanley how to be human again, how would his parent’s react, showing Stanley the modern world, but he was ready. After all, Bill would do anything for love.

Hello, Erica here! I just wanted to thank @bi-teen-angst for the headcannons posted their account. Sorry for the bad grammar and for the fact that I am 1 year late with this. I wish everyone the best.

[hotchley]

i dunno how angsty u like ur angst bc like. imagine an abusive gideon after rossi left. a gideon that is so kind and nurturing to reid that no one thinks he's taking advantage of hotch (like making hotch take the blame for things he did that he knew were against protocol, or having hotch be his outlet for verbal abuse). snide comments about how hotch isn't living up to his expectations, hints that rossi left bc of hotch, suggests the entire team hates him. i dunno one time gideon just loses it (maybe an unsub is taunting them throuh the phone) and he gets so worked up he socks hotch good. and hotch doesn't even react bc he's gotten used to it, to gideon being aggressive towards him (at least it's just hotch he hates bc gideon makes sure hotch knows he love the rest of the team) he doesn't even notice the entire team is horrified. and hotch apologizes for causing a scene and wipes the blood from his split lip and just continues on with the profile like gideon didn't just punch him. like i have this idea in my head of gideon breaking hotch down and rossi coming back bc he'll rot in hell first before letting aaron think he deserves anything that gideon did to him and also giving the team a piece of his mind bc when did aaron stop being a member of their team?? bonus: haley is horrified she ever suggested they name their kid after gideon.

tw: abuse

additional disclaimer: I in no way believe Jason Gideon was as bad as I am about to make him about to be. Nor do I believe he ever hurt anyone this badly, this is all in relation to this particular ask. He is going to be Out Of Character in order for it to happen.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT ANON.

Like I like my angst angsty, but this is on another level and honestly, I’m mildly concerned by how much I want to write a full-blown fic about what happened in between Rossi leaving and returning. I even have three lines.

The day David Rossi resigned from the BAU was the day Aaron Hotchner learnt to hold his breath. The day Jason Gideon resigned from the BAU was the day Aaron Hotchner exhaled. And the day David Rossi returned, his hug feeling like home, was the day Aaron Hotchner breathed easily.

But like... Jason Gideon that never really wanted Aaron on the team because when he looked at him, he saw the man he could have been if he hadn’t gotten so caught up in hunting monsters. And he resents the way that Hotch doesn’t just follow him blindly. The way he challenges him. The bond he has with Rossi. So in the beginning, it was small things. Comments about his appearance, or his tone, or tiny little things that Hotch is used to.

Rossi leaves and makes Aaron lead profiler and Jason needs to know why, but Hotch doesn’t have the answer. It’s the first time Jason actually shouts at him, and Hotch has tears streaming down his cheeks. Gideon calls him pathetic.

When Reid joins, things get slightly better because Jason loves Spencer. Hotch hopes he can blend into the background, but he can’t because when Reid messes up, it’s his fault. When Morgan runs into danger, it’s his fault. When JJ gets overwhelmed, it’s his fault again.

And Reid adores Gideon so much that he doesn’t pick up on it. Nobody does, because Hotch is good at covering it up and Gideon always plays it off like a joke. Morgan thinks things are a little off, but it’s probably nothing. It’s terrible after Boston. Gideon needs someone to be angry at and Hotch is right there. 

Nobody realises because Hotch technically has more power than Gideon and Gideon is always so gentle with them. After Tobias Hankel, it’s non-stop. In fact, it’s worse because Gideon will just be like: are you sure you want to do that? Won’t *name* say *quality* if you do? 

He punches him once, and only once. It’s where nobody can see them, and Gideon lies when they enter the station again. Nobody sticks up for Hotch because they don’t know what to do, he’s so private.

Gideon leaves and Strauss- a woman who had fought tooth and nail to get where she got to- also exhales. She tells Rossi that something hadn’t seemed right at all, that the two week suspension was to get him away from Gideon for she’s not a profiler, she doesn’t know if she’s right.

Rossi returns because he cannot believe that his Jason would be that cruel. Mean and snarky, yes. But not cruel. Not abusive. Aaron holds on longer when he’s hugged, and Rossi begins to wonder.

Then Hotch starts crying when Rossi says he did something wrong and begs for forgiveness. Says he doesn’t want to hear his failures again. Dave is horrified, and after assuring him that everything is fine, he goes out to the team. Who all feel terrible. He contacts Haley, who says that she watched Aaron as a teenager and then as an adult and then as a profiler and when he left, Aaron went back to being his teenage self. She could never get him to walk away.

Honestly, I now feel like this needs to be added to my WIPs because Hotch Angst. And it would be so interesting to write.

[jamesdeerest]

could have been me

pairing: newt scamander x reader, theseus scamander x reader

request: anon asked “can u give us newt scamander x reader x theseus angst but then a happy ending with reader x newt”

notes: yes i can anon :) also while trying to find a good gif, i have unwillingly been shown the horror that is the #scamandercest tag and i am currently trying to bleach my brain :)

warnings: swearing. dude this gets friggin angsty

word count: 1.8k

“Hey, buddy! Do you want some breakfast, hm?” you cooed at Theodora, a female Erumpent who was nudging your arm gently. Pouring out some food into a massive bowl, you patted her, and walked onto the next habitat, grabbing the right food for the creature.

Newt looked at you from the Bowtruckle habitat, Pickett sat on his shoulder, a soft smile on his face, before he jerked up, nearly jolting Pickett off as he realised he’d been staring. Again. He flushed, looking down, before glaring at Pickett who was poking him insistently. “Shush, you.” he murmured, before glancing back at you, the smile settling back on his face.

You had been his assistant for a couple months now, and you had immediately fitted in with the animals and Newt. Especially Newt. Even though you turned him into a flustered mess. you were just really cute, okay?! 

Unfortunately, his brother, Theseus, thought so too. And he was slightly better at flirting.

Speak of the devil. Theseus climbed down the ladder and walked over to Newt, pulling him into a hug. “If it isn’t my favourite little brother. How have you been, Newt?”

“I’m your only little brother. And I’ve been fine, except for the-” Newt broke off as Theseus walked over to you, kissing your cheek. Smooth git.

You smiled at the Auror, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Hi, Theseus! Haven’t seen you in a while, where have you been?”

Theseus shrugged it off, oblivious to Newt’s death glare. “Oh you know, here, there and everywhere! Comes with the job, i guess.”

You smiled, picking up and stroking the Niffler who had been pawing at your leg. “It must be so cool, being an Auror. You get to travel all around the world! I wish I could do that.”

Theseus smirked, winking at you. “I will admit, it is pretty cool. I’m sure you could do it, though! I remember you being smart in school, so I’m sure you’ve got the grades. we could use someone like you.”

You bit your lip. “Maybe someday. I’ve got my children to look after, though! I don’t think newt would be a good single parent.” you laughed, gesturing to the Niffler who was burrowed in your arms.

Theseus chuckled, scratching its head. “Well, let me know if you ever change your mind. I best be getting back to the office! There’s some inspector coming in, and we have to be on our best behaviour.” he said, rolling his eyes. You nodded, before leaning in and kissing his cheek, fighting off a blush as you did so.

He beamed at you, before walking back to the ladder, nodding at Newt, and climbing up the ladder. You sighed, a smile on your face, and started rocking the Niffler as it slowly fell asleep.

Newt was furious. Theseus thought he could just come in and sweep you off your feet! He’d liked you for ages, but he just had to be so flipping awkward. Ugh. And you weren’t helping, either! You were flirting right back with him, completely ignoring Newt!

A frown had settled onto his face, and you looked at him, concerned, walking over and placing a hand on his arm. “Are you alright, Newt?”

He jerked his arm away, eyes glinting sharply. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

You stepped back, eyebrows raised. “Jeez, what got your knickers in a twist?” you snarked, your previously happy mood gone. At his silence, you walked up to the ladder, setting the Niffler down before climbing it, looking back at Newt. “I’m going to get lunch.” Newt bit his lip, before looking up. “Y/N-”

However, he was only answered by the trapdoor clanging shut.

You swore as soon as you were out of the suitcase- like the genius you were, you had left your wallet inside. But like the stubborn git you were, there was no way you were going back in for a good couple of hours. Walking out of Newt’s apartment, you paused for a second on the street, before locking eyes with a familiar face.

“Theseus! I thought you had to get back to the office!” you smiled, walking over to him. He smiled back, shaking his head. “Nah, they had it covered. Anyway, do you want to get lunch? I’m starving.” you beamed, nodding, before you remembered. “Shoot. I left my wallet in the suitcase.”

Theseus glared at you, grabbing your hand and leading you off. “Y/N, I’m paying. Now come on, there’s this chippy a couple streets away which does the best chips. You haven’t lived till you’ve had them, trust me.” 

You laughed as he dragged you along, before walking in the chip shop, stepping up to the counter. “Large bag of chips with salt and vinegar, please.”

Newt ran out onto the street, your wallet clutched in his hand, his head flicking from side to side to try and catch sight of you. When he couldn’t find you, he groaned, before turning down the nearest street to look for you. You couldn’t have gone far, right? 

After turning a couple corners, he stopped, sighing in frustration. Why did he have to get mad at you. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but there he was, messing everything up as usual. 

Suddenly, he heard the familiar sound of your laugh, and his ears perked up. He looked left, into a chip shop, and his heart lifted at the sight of you... and then promptly sank when he saw Theseus.

Theseus, who was holding your hand as you both laughed, tears in your eyes.

Theseus, who was staring at you adoringly, but only Newt was allowed to do that!

Stupid Theseus, who was a stupid Auror, who dazzled everyone, and honestly? Newt wasn’t surprised that you picked him. Everyone did. Newt was just Theseus Scamander’s little brother, the fuckup.

He walked into the chip shop, glaring at the pair of you. Theseus just smiled confusedly at him, whilst you refused to make eye contact. “You know what, Y/N?” Newt said, biting his lip. You looked up, brow furrowed. “Don’t bother coming back to work. I’m sure your new boyfriend can get you a fancy new job at the ministry.” he hissed, surprising both himself and you with his words. Your jaw dropped open, while Theseus stood up, shoving his chair back. “What the hell are you talking about, Newt?! You can’t fire her!”

Newt looked sharply at his brother, jealousy burning hot in his veins. “Oh, can’t I?”

Apparently, he could. As much as he resented that fact for the next three years, he could, and did, fire you.

Newt hadn’t seen hide nor hair of you since then, but oh, the things he had heard. Y/N L/N, the upcoming Auror-in-training, said to rival dear old Theseus. Surprisingly, they hadn’t gotten together yet, but that didn’t stop Newt’s brain conjuring up endless scenarios of the two of you laughing together, kissing, going on dates... Newt wasn’t angry, though. he had got over his anger a couple of hours after that dreadful incident. 

Newt was lonely.

He missed you, and so did the creatures- the Niffler wouldn’t look at him for weeks after. It was so quiet without your presence lighting up the room, and he wasn’t sure how to fill the space. He threw himself into his work, identifying, adopting and teaching the world about countless creatures. You were right about one thing, at least- Newt was a terrible single parent.

He was distracted from his thoughts, however, by Jacob, who was clutching a letter in his hand, holding it out. “An owl just dropped this off. Dunno who it’s from, though.” 

Newt smiled gratefully at the man, before ripping it open, a little card falling out onto the floor. Picking it up, he scanned it quickly before dropping it again. 

‘You are cordially invited to a celebration of Y/N L/N’s graduation of the Auror Training Programme, on Saturday 23rd September, flat B5, Rook House, Jeffers Street, London, at 6pm. RVSP- regrets only.’

Newt stared at the invite wide-eyed, before standing up and pacing, much to Jacob’s confusion. “I need to book a ship ticket! I- 23rd, that’s not that much time! I’ve got to-”

“Newt! Slow down, buddy, you’re freaking me out! What’s in the letter?”

Newt looked up at him, biting his lip, a habit he had never been able to break. “Have you heard of Y/N L/N?”

Walking up to your front door, Newt paused, his hand poised to knock, doubts racing through his mind. Did you even want to see him? He did fire you, with the only reason being that he was jealous. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Bracing himself, Newt knocked on the door, and a few seconds later it swung open to reveal you.

You looked good.

Newt wasn’t that surprised- you looked good back then.

But going by the look on your gorgeous face, he’d been staring. Oops.

“Newt! It’s so good to see you, come in!” you said, opening the door wider to reveal the party in full swing. He nervously smiled, leaning in to kiss your cheek, and offered you the gift in his hands. “Congratulations,” he said awkwardly, and you cooed, pulling him into a hug. 

“Thank you, Newt! It means a lot. Now come on, it’s getting cold out.” You hurried him in, shutting the door, and Newt inwardly winced. Parties were never his scene. No, that was more... Theseus.

Theseus, who was (very badly) half dancing, half walking over, before picking you up, spinning you around, and pulling Newt into a hug. “I’m glad you came, Newt. We all are.” 

Newt nodded, smiling a thin lipped smile as he tried to push down that familiar wave of jealousy. “It’s good to be back.”

Theseus grinned, turning to the crowd of people, who seemed to be... anticipating something. “Anyway! Now that everyone’s here, Y/N, darling, would you come with me for a second?”

Newt blanked. Darling? Were you two...

You looked at Theseus, a confused but fond smile on your lips. “What’s going on, babe?”

Theseus led you to the middle of the room, where everyone had formed a circle, before... getting down on one knee.

Shit.

How much had he missed?!

“Y/N L/N, you’re the best woman I’ve ever met, and soon to be the best Auror, too. I’m so glad I got the balls to ask you out three years ago, because I had been crushing on you for god knows how long before that. So, darling, will you marry me?”

You nodded furiously, tears streaking their way down your cheeks. “Of course, you idiot!”

Theseus beamed, sliding a shining diamond ring onto your finger before standing up, gently kissing you. Everyone cheered, but Newt slipped out the room, unable to take it anymore.

That could’ve been him.

Why did you choose Theseus?

Why did everyone choose Theseus?

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Title: How It Should Be Pairing: Iwaoi (and Iwaizumi/OC) Rating: T Word Count:  3,922 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Oikawa can't help how jealous he is of Iwaizumi's new girlfriend.

A Fun Anti-Valentine’s Day fic for @its-love-u-asshole LOL!

Fic under the cut!

The worst part about the whole situation is she's cute.

Her laugh echoes in every room. She smiles with every muscle in her face, her cheeks round and rosy. Her brown eyes are bright and shimmer with excitement at all points of the day. She has long flowing brown hair that falls just above the curve of her adorable ass. (Yes, even he can admit she has a nice one.) Her brown bangs curl in wisps across her forehead, smaller pieces draping over her cheeks.

She's cute.

The last thing Oikawa wants to do is admit this. Especially when Iwaizumi introduces her as his girlfriend. It's like Oikawa is watching the scene in slow motion. Iwaizumi's hand falls to her lower back, his arm wrapped protectively around her. The two of them walk toward him, the sounds of their steps echoing on the ground.

Iwaizumi's lips curl into a grin and he looks at Oikawa. "This is Suzuki Tora, my girlfriend." Oikawa watches painfully as Iwaizumi forms the words. His lips curl around his teeth as he forms the 'g' then they pushed backwards as his teeth press against his lower lip to punctuate the 'f'.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend. What a truly disgusting word. Oikawa hates it.

"Hi!" she says. "It's nice to officially meet you. I-I mean, of course I know who you are. You and Iwa-chan are such a perfect duo on the volleyball court."

Oikawa's eye twitches. Iwa-chan. Iwa-chan. Only he calls Iwaizumi Iwa-chan and that's because they've known each other forever and everyone knows Iwaizumi is the best at spiking Oikawa's sets.

At least she has the decency to know who he is.

He closes his eyes, a dark smile pulling across his lips. "Hello. Suzume, was it?"

"Suzuki," she says, correcting him. He knew, but he doesn't want her to think her name is important enough for him to remember immediately.

"Ah, yes, it's so nice to meet you. Especially since Iwaizumi has never mentioned you to me," he says pointedly.

A small look of hurt passes through her eyes, and Oikawa should feel guilty, but mostly he feels rather pleased with himself. Still, she makes a bubbly comeback. "Oh, I see! Well I'm sure all you two talk about is volleyball anyway," she says, shrugging. If it's meant to be a dig, it's not a very good one.

"That's true," Iwaizumi chuckles.

"Speaking of," Oikawa says, clearing his throat. "The bell rang an hour ago, so we're going to be late." Okay, so the bell rang like... maybe two minutes ago, but Oikawa needs them to move along as fast as they possibly can.

"An... hour?" she asks, tilting her head to the side.

"You'll get used to him. He's dramatic about everything," Iwaizumi says, rolling his eyes.

The last thing he wants is to be around her any longer than he has to be.

"I am not," Oikawa scoffs and he hates the way she giggles at him, her hand covering her mouth.

"I don't want you to be late to practice," she says, cupping her hands behind her back. "Can I come watch-"

"No!" Oikawa says, waving his hand quickly. "It's a closed practice. Team members only!" Oikawa makes his way behind Iwaizumi and pushes on his back. "We're leaving, goodbye Subame."

"It's Suzuki," she says, but Oikawa pretends not to notice. He certainly doesn't care. "Have fun!"

"Bye!" Iwaizumi calls over his shoulder and immediately frowns at Oikawa. "Okay, okay, you don't have to push me."

Oikawa sighs. "Fine, fine. Don't be grouchy just because I'm pulling you away from your new girlfriend," he sneers.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. "I'm not grouchy," he sighs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. "I actually think that went better than I expected."

"Better than expected?" Oikawa gasps, pressing his hand against his chest. "It went perfectly," he scoffs.

"Sure," Iwaizumi snorts and they head to practice. Honestly, it's what Oikawa needs to distract himself from this disaster.

~~

"So how long has this been going on?" Oikawa asks, glaring at Iwaizumi on the other side of the gym.

Matsukawa sighs. "What? Iwaizumi's girlfriend?"

Oikawa was able to block her from their practice a few days ago, but ever since then, she shown up every afternoon.

"We knew you would be mad about this," Makki states.

Oikawa puffs out his cheeks. "I'm not mad!" he snaps.

"Could've fooled us..." Matsukawa says.

No, he's not mad. He just hates it and he hates her. He hates how happy Iwaizumi looks. He's laughing with her and she's tossing balls towards him and Iwaizumi is either hitting them or catching them and tossing them back, like he's teaching her some sort of special move.

Tossing to Iwaizumi is his job and he's tempted to go over there and knock the volleyball out of her damn hands.

"Neither of you answered me," Oikawa continues, glaring at the other two. "How long have they been..."

He can't bring himself to say the word 'dating', as if saying it will cause it to manifest and then this relationship will actually be real.

"I dunno," Matsukawa says, shrugging.

"A week or two?" Makki says, shrugging with Matsukawa.

"TWO!?" Oikawa yells. That's far too long. Iwaizumi always gets upset when he's hanging around or flirting with girls. So why does Iwaizumi get to have dates?! "That's enough," he hisses and makes his way over to them.

"Hello, Oikawa-san, how are-" Suzuki starts to say, but Oikawa holds up a hand to stop her.

"We don't have time to be fooling around, Iwa-chan," he grumbles.

Iwaizumi, of course, immediately frowns. Admittedly, Oikawa doesn't like seeing him frown like this. Iwaizumi frowns a lot, usually at Oikawa, usually in jest. But... this is different. There's real frustration behind his brow and Oikawa doesn't like this look.

"I'm teaching her," he states.

"We're basically practicing!" she giggles and Oikawa glares daggers.

This is not practicing. This girl doesn't understand volleyball, which means she won't understand Iwaizumi. The idiot is just going to end up hurt in the end, when he realizes this girl can't share his passions in the way he needs.

"This isn't practice," Oikawa snaps. "I should be the one tossing to Iwaizumi, not you!" he growls.

Suzuki's eyes open wide and she glances between the two boys, but Iwaizumi is the first one to speak. Admittedly, Oikawa was a little blunt, so she's probably not used to his tone of voice.

"Alright," he grunts. "I'll see you later, Tora-chan," he mutters, the words almost sounding cute.

"Aw," she says, her lips curling into a bratty pout. "I'll see you later."

"Yes, later!" Oikawa says, smiling. Maybe she'll see him never.

During practice, Oikawa barely tosses to Iwaizumi.

~~

"How long do you plan on moping about this?" Makki asks at lunch.

Iwaizumi isn't sitting with them. He and girlfriend-chan are sitting at a smaller table together, laughing away and eating.

"How long have they been together again?" Oikawa asks, not taking his eyes off of them for a moment. He shoves some rice into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out as he chews.

"You just asked a few days ago, so... two weeks and... I dunno, a few days," Matsukawa says.

Oikawa pushes his thumb against his chopsticks and he has half a mind to break them despite them being plastic.

"I dunno why you're so upset about this, he's practically dating you," Makki says casually. He returns to look at his food, ignoring whatever inevitable response comes.

"Dating... me?"

Well that's just downright incorrect! If he and Iwaizumi were dating, he would be over there sitting with him, just the two of them. They'd walk home together after practice. They would talk about their futures, hands linked together, fingers intertwined.

Oikawa didn't know how many times he's thought about something like that. Sometimes he pictures them in college, still together, after all these years, because where would Oikawa be without his Iwa-chan.

"Uh yeah," Matsukawa says, breaking Oikawa of his looping, spiraling thoughts. "She looks like girl you. Hell even her name, Tora, is close to yours."

Admittedly, he hadn't noticed any of those things. Nor had he stuck around long enough to remember that was her name. But now that he's thinking about it... it does make sense. Her brown eyes were similar to his; playful but with a serious energy. Even her light brown hair is similar in color to his. But most importantly... they both make Iwaizumi smile.

Iwa-chan needs him just as much as Oikawa does.

"Hm," Oikawa hums, tilting his head back and forth as if he hasn't already figured this out. "I think you could be right."

"Yeah," Makki says. "We've been discussing it since they got together."

"And you didn't think to tell me?!" Oikawa exclaims.

Both of them shake their heads, obviously not wanting to offend him.

"Whatever," he scoffs, pulling his gaze away from them.

Oikawa takes pride in knowing it probably won't last between them. There's no way, not when Iwaizumi is most likely thinking about him.

~~

For the next week, Oikawa deals with Suzuki. She's there, he has to get used to it... for now. He truly believes it won't last, but... there's not much he can do. They're together and Iwaizumi seems happy, so Oikawa buries himself into homework and volleyball. It's easier to focus on that.

Then, it happens.

Iwaizumi is late. This is becoming a slightly more normal circumstance since Tora-chan. Now Oikawa kind of understands why Iwaizumi is so annoyed when he is late.

He clicks his tongue, checking the clock again. He taps his foot on the ground, deciding it's time to take matters into his own hands. He makes his way out of the gym, clutching the volleyball hard against his chest.

He's going to find Iwaizumi and bring him to practice if it's the last thing he does.

Marching outside, Oikawa freezes. Iwaizumi is standing with her, under the covered walkway. The two of them look serious, her gaze turned down to the floor. She looks upset... tense... Maybe they're... finally breaking up?

Iwaizumi nods his head, adjusting the way he stands. It looks like he's moving closer to her.

Oikawa can't hear what they're saying, but he can see how close they're getting. She stands on her tiptoes brushing her lips up against his. He cups her jaw, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks as Oikawa watches them deepen their kiss. Her arms wrap around Iwaizumi's neck, their bodies pressed close.

For a moment, Oikawa wonders what it would be like if it was him kissing Iwaizumi. He can imagine his lips are probably so inherently him; a little rough around the edges, but soft underneath. He wants Iwaizumi to cup and hold his cheeks. He wants it so bad and that's why his heart shatters when he realizes what he's seeing.

Iwaizumi is kissing his girlfriend and not him. It's just not right.

The sound of the ball hits the concrete, a loud, bouncing slam. Oikawa gasps, realizing he let go of it in his shock. Both Iwaizumi and Suzuki look in his direction, the two of them wide eyed when they see Oikawa has witnessed the scene in front of him.

"Oikawa-" Iwaizumi begins to say. He doesn't have to explain himself. Oikawa knows he's in the wrong by being upset. He just never thought he would witness Iwaizumi kissing someone that wasn't him.

"I-I... I'm sorry," he gasps. His eyes lock with Iwaizumi's for a moment, and something flashes through his eyes. Pain? Hurt? Oikawa can't place it, and he doesn't really care to try and solve this mystery right now.

He let's the ball continue to roll forward, and he dashes away.

~~

He's not sure how far away he gets. He recalls running fast away from the gym. He doesn't even like running all that much, only does it to stay in shape for volleyball, but this is definitely the fastest he's ever run.

He doesn't want to think about it, or even look at Iwaizumi. He doesn't think he can handle it. He just wants to practice and never think about their lips locking again, but of course Iwaizumi will be there and-

"Oikawa-san!"

He freezes, the feminine voice catching him off guard.

What the hell is she doing here?

He stops and turns around, glaring at the girl. What could she possibly want to say to him?

"Did you come here to brag about your relationship with Iwa-chan?" He honestly doesn't mean to be so nasty. It just comes out when she's around; a green monster ripping its way out through his body.

"I... uh... actually I didn't," she says, scuffing her foot against the ground. "We broke up."

It takes a minute for those words to process, mostly because they don't make sense. Just a few moments ago, they were locking lips and giving each other lovey-dovey looks.

"What?" Oikawa snaps, turning to look at her. He would say she's playing some sort of trick, but the way she's looking down as if she's about to cry makes him think otherwise.

Now, guilt washes over him.

"But... I just saw you kissing..."

She bites down on her lip and nods. "It was a goodbye kiss."

He frowns. He suppose it makes sense why the two of them looked so serious and somber before they did it. But why is she coming after him to tell him instead of Iwaizumi?

"Iwaizumi-san was going to follow you but I thought you might not believe him if he told you what happened."

That's a fair assumption. He would've assumed Iwaizumi was making it up to put himself back in Oikawa's good graces. "Alright, then what happened?" he asks, his voice has far less bite to it.

"Well, basically... I'm not you."

"Eh?" Oikawa blinks, confused by the statement.

"I think it's pretty obvious there is no one else for you two. No one can match your intensity about volleyball and... I see the way you two look at each other. I'm not an idiot," she says quietly. "I've seen the way you've been glaring at us for the past month."

Oikawa exhales. Well, he wasn't exactly trying to be subtle about it.

"You did steal my best spiker," he huffs, trying to play it off like it's more about volleyball and not about her stealing his best friend.

A small laugh slips from her lips. "I think I stole more than that," she whispers. "I hope you two take the time to talk."

Oikawa knows they'll talk, but he has no idea what to say to him in regards to this.

"Yeah, uhm, sorry," he mutters, though it's a half-assed apology and he knows it.

"It's okay!" she says, trying to sound cheery, though it's easy to see she's disappointed. "Iwaizumi-san is a really nice person. I want him to be happy and... I think he would be happiest with you."

Oikawa can confirm that's most likely true. But instead he stares at her, completely speechless. How is it that she can figure something like this out, though she barely knows them?

"Don't be too harsh on him, okay?" she says, bowing to him before starting to walk off.

Normally Oikawa is full of words, ready to charm and talk someone's ear off, but... for once he has nothing to say.

~~

The guilt drives Oikawa to avoid Iwaizumi. Normally, it would be odd, but since he was spending so much time with Suzuki Tora, it wasn't all that strange for the two of them to be separated.

But Oikawa knows Iwaizumi knows he's avoiding him. They catch eyes in the locker room and Oikawa rushes out, letting the door slam behind him. He stands in the hallway, awkwardly. Before this whole mess, he would wait and walk home with Iwaizumi, but now...

It's odd, Iwaizumi breaking up with Suzuki was all Oikawa wanted, but now it just feels... gross.

He keeps thinking about Suzuki admitting that she wasn't him. Of course she's not. And no one else is going to be as good for Iwaizumi as he is. He knows this, apparently they both know it, even Suzuki knows it.

But how the hell is Oikawa supposed to talk to Iwaizumi about it. 'Hello Iwa-chan, so glad your girlfriend dumped you cause she realized we're in love before we did.'

In love...

His cheeks flush as he glances back at the door. That's a whole different topic Oikawa isn't ready to broach.

"How long are you going to avoid me, dumbass?" Iwaizumi snaps, swinging the door open.

Oikawa jumps, stepping backwards. "I'm not avoiding you!"

"Really? That's why we've barely talked in over a week?" Iwaizumi asks.

Oikawa wants to point out that it's been more like a month, but now is probably not the best time.

"I've been busy, practice has been intense."

Iwaizumi presses his fist against Oikawa's back. "Practice is always intense. C'mon, let's walk home."

Oikawa lets out a long huff, but he doesn't argue. He follows him, exiting the gym as they head toward the entrance of the school.

"You're such a pain in my ass, you know that?" Iwaizumi says, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"Me?!" Oikawa gasps, feigning offense. "If anyone is a pain it's you! You were the one all distracted at practice while you had a girlfriend."

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue. "I wasn't distracted. You were just pissed I wasn't paying attention to you the whole time."

Called out.

Oikawa doesn't want to admit Iwaizumi is right. "I'm your setter, Iwa-chan!" he says instead. "You should be be paying attention to me."

Iwaizumi groans. "See! This is the problem. Everything always has to be about you!"

"Are you just upset because your girlfriend dumped you?" Oikawa asks.

"Of course I'm pissed about that, but everything she said was damn true and that's what I'm really pissed about," he growls.

Swallowing, Oikawa stops walking. What did Suzuki say to Iwaizumi? She hadn't told him anything about their conversation, just that they had broken up. "What do you mean?"

"She told me I was with the wrong person. That she couldn't be your replacement anymore. She even pointed out that you two have similar names," he snaps.

"That part is true... we do have similar names," Oikawa mutters.

"Yeah, you do," he huffs, his chest heaving as he pulls in a few deep breaths. "This whole time you've been nothing but rude to me and her and then she dumps me, which you obviously wanted, and then you avoid me?! How the hell am I supposed to take that? You're so damn selfish, Tooru!"

Oikawa swallows. Iwaizumi only uses his first name when he's really pissed; when he can't come up with some shitty nickname to tease him.

He is selfish. He's been so selfish this whole time, thinking about how he couldn't bear to see Iwaizumi with this girl, then he finally gets Iwaizumi back and he avoids him.

"I-I'm sorry," he mutters barely audible.

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry!" Oikawa growls. "It just sucked seeing you with her. You were doing everything with her, you were even teaching her volleyball and I just... I couldn't stand it! And then when she came and told me that me and you should be together, I felt bad for basically breaking you two up."

Iwaizumi blinks, staring at Oikawa. Everything is almost silent, no words passing between them. The sounds of birds echoed in the air, cars rolling down the streets nearby, but the two stare, letting the moment settle.

"She told you we should be together?" Iwaizumi asks.

"W-What did she tell you?!" Oikawa asks, pointing awkwardly at his best friend.

"That she didn't think she was the right person for me and I probably wouldn't have to look far to find what I wanted. It was stupidly cryptic," he mutters. "But now it makes more sense."

That little bitch tricked him into confessing.

Oikawa bites down on his lip and turns away from him. "Yup. It all makes sense. She dumped you because of me. It's all my fault. I'm selfish and horrible and why would you wanna be with someone like me when you had someone as cute as her!"

This is going horribly. Sure, Suzuki had mentioned they would be good for each other and that she knew Oikawa was jealous, but she had never outwardly said Iwaizumi returned his feelings. What an idiot he was!? Of course Iwaizumi didn't like him like that.

"You are selfish," Iwaizumi says. "You're selfish. You're loud. You're obnoxious. Shit," he growls, "I could make a whole long list of all the awful things you are."

"I get it," he snaps, trying not to cry. He doesn't need to look anymore foolish than he already does.

"I dunno if you do," Iwaizumi says and he snakes his fingers through Oikawa's. "You're a lot of horrible things, but I would be nowhere without you. You're my best friend, for better or for worse. It sucked to have you avoiding me because... because I missed you or whatever. Even being with her... I kept missing you."

Oikawa freezes. Iwaizumi's fingers are warm against his, comforting and nice. "So you're not mad?" he asks, turning around to look at him.

"Oh no, I'm livid," Iwaizumi smirks. "You idiot. You'll be making this up to me for weeks."

"I-Iwa-chan..." he stammers, tears welling up in his eyes. "I can make it up to you..."

"You will. You can start by going on an actual date with me."

"Eh?" Oikawa blinks. The last thing he expects is for Iwaizumi to ask him on a date!? "You want to."

"You're so dumb when it comes to anything but volleyball," Iwaizumi says, rolling his eyes.

"That's not true-" he starts to argue, but Iwaizumi stops him.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want to."

Oikawa can't help but smile. "Okay, let's go," he says and leans forward to brush their lips together. He hasn't been able to get it out of his mind... the thought of Iwaizumi kissing her. He wants to erase that memory and make his own instead.

Iwaizumi's free hand comes up to Oikawa's cheek and cups it, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. "Good," he whispers pulling away. "It's settled then."

Heart throbbing, Oikawa's face is bright red but he's never felt more at peace. Finally, he can go on a date with Iwaizumi, they can be together and nothing and no one is going to stand in his way.

He smirks. "Wow, Iwa-chan," he says, squeezing his hand. "Dating a girl who looks like me... has a similar name to mine... If I had known you were so obsessed with me, I would've let you ask me out earlier!"

Iwaizumi immediately frowns and yanks his hand away. "I take it back we're not going anywhere."

"Aw c'mon!" Oikawa pouts, hooking his arm around Iwaizumi's. "It was just a joke!"

"Your jokes suck," Iwaizumi snorts, but he keeps walking, slipping their hands together again.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, leaning against Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"No you're not," he teases.

"I got you to take me on a date, so... no, I'm not," he snorts.

"I knew it," Iwaizumi chuckles.

It feels right. The two of them, laughing again, hand in hand. Oikawa doesn't think it's going to change anytime soon. It's only going to get better.

[ladylynse]

Hey, @queenofhearts7378, I finally got another part of your prize written.... *grins* Here’s Part V of Whirlwind! [FF | AO3] Here’s the timeline post if anyone wants a refresher, or you can check out Part IV again.

6:16 PM

Jake didn’t expect his cell phone to start ringing, but he wasn’t entirely surprised to answer it and find Danny on the other end of the line. The line crackled with wind, meaning Danny was moving and doing a poor job of sheltering his phone, and if he was calling without stopping— “What’s up?” Jake asked, not entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer. Hadn’t getting reamed out by his mom been enough? If something had gone wrong with Danny’s fight with cat boy—

“Did you give your Fenton Phone away to some guy calling himself the Ninja?”

Jake groaned. He wasn’t even halfway to the shop—on foot, because he wasn’t wholly eager to get there and explain the whole disaster to Gramps and Fu when it would just mean he’d be yelled at in Chinese and subtly reminded that this was important—and this was not the news he wanted to hear. “Aw, man, he didn’t call to report the fire, did he?” If Danny knew about the Ninja, then he probably knew about everything else, too, and Jake was not in the mood to deal with this right now. At least nothing had gone drastically wrong with cat boy or Danny would have led with that. Not that one bright spot stood for much in this mess. These Miraculous things sounded important, and the Dragon Council was not going to be impressed if they found out he couldn’t stop people from misusing magical artefacts.

Especially when he’d gotten a warning from the Oracle twins.

“What fire?”

“Okay, look, there was this big deal fashion show in town. My mom was catering it. But it’s spitting distance from where we caught cat boy, and the Ninja had already fought someone I’m pretty sure was powered up by our friend with the Butterfly Brooch. I went to warn my mom and things went south.”

“You…. Are you telling me you set the building on fire?”

“Not intentionally! And the sprinklers put it out anyway. My point is, I kinda ruined the show and Mom sent me back to the shop to get Fu and Gramps for backup. She figures we’re gonna need more help—”

“From what the Ninja was saying, she’s not wrong. He won’t give details, but he figures something bad’s about to go down.” The wind noise died away; wherever Danny was, he’d finally stopped moving. “Look, Jake, about Chat Noir. Cat boy. I don’t think we have this right. I don’t think he’s the bad guy here. He was scared of me.”

“You’re a ghost. He probably knew he couldn’t touch you.”

A snort. “That wasn’t it. He could’ve distracted me by endangering a whole bunch of people’s lives, but he never tried it.”

“Maybe because he couldn’t touch you and wanted to stay on your good side? If his partner’s got this Brooch of Metamorphosis—”

“The only time he mentioned his partner was when he said he could beat me without them.”

“Right, because apparently his partner’s working the show my mom was catering. Until I tried to warn her and wrecked it.”

“Just…double check what your book says about the Cat Ring and the Butterfly Brooch. This Ninja guy said he thought things were gonna turn fast, and…. I dunno, Jake. I want to make sure we’re on the right side of this. Something doesn’t feel right.”

They couldn’t really afford to ignore the Oracle twins’ warnings on the basis of feelings, but Jake trusted Danny. “Chill. I’ll take a second look. Or make Fu do it.” Danny’s silence made it clear he wasn’t convinced, so Jake asked Danny for identifying landmarks and told him which way to fly to get to the show. If the Ninja had read the situation right, Jake didn’t really want him to be the only one on the scene.

Danny hadn’t said what had happened with his fight with cat boy—Chat Noir—but Jake could read between the lines. Chat Noir might not have destroyed anything, but he’d managed to give Danny the slip. Jake knew Danny’s skills; that would be almost impossible to do alone. But if he’d managed to make contact with his partner….

Jake ducked into the nearest alley and transformed, heading straight for the shop. Whether or not Danny was right, whether or not the Ninja was right, they needed to figure this out. He was the American Dragon. He couldn’t keep dragging his feet like this. Angry as his mom had been, she might even ask Haley to help him on this. (Unfortunately, Jake knew that if Haley had already been helping him, the mess at the show wouldn’t have happened. She wouldn’t have had any trouble sneaking in to go warn their mom about the danger. She was too cute for people to suspect her. It was really annoying.)

He was barely through the back door of the shop when his cell phone was ringing again. “Did you get lost?” he asked, knowing it was going to be Danny.

“Please tell me you have a cousin in town or something.”

“Uh….”

“Crud. I should’ve known. Just grab Fu and Gramps and get down here as fast as you can. Don’t, uh, worry about being inconspicuous. You can’t make things worse.”

Danny hung up before Jake could ask for details.

Fu brushed the chip crumbs from his chest and pushed away the book he’d been reading. “You and Phantom walk into some planned catastrophe?”

Jake wasn’t even sure where to start. “Yo, we need to get down to the gala Mom’s catering. Like, now. Something happened. I’ll fill in you and G on the rest of the stuff on the way.”

Fu stared at him. “Kid—”

“I’m gonna call Haley to be on standby.” He hated that he was doing this, but he had some idea of what Danny had been through, and his idea of bad…. “Grab that old book on the Miraculous and bring it.”

“Jake? What is going on?”

He hadn’t even noticed Gramps appear in the back of the store. “Something…bad,” he said. “I don’t—”

His cell phone rang again.

Jake answered it without even looking. “Yo, can you spill a few—?”

“Turn on the news, Jakey.”

He blinked. “Trixie?” He’d been expecting Danny again.

“News. Now. Like, any local channel.” And then she hung up.

And then he got a text from Spud. U want us on Rotwood duty?

Jake ran for the nearest functioning TV.

It didn’t take him long to find out what was up. It was on every channel. After all, it was hard to miss. There was a dragon circling above what remained of the crowd from the fashion show gala.

The camera cut to show the Ninja yelling up at the dragon, who paid him no mind.

“Aw, maaan.”

XXXXXXXXX

6:35 PM

Adrien was standing on the platform of the metro, waiting to transfer, when he heard about the dragon.

It started as a sudden exclamation by a young woman telling her friends. At first, he’d thought he’d misunderstood, but then he heard pieces of the story from other hushed—and not so hushed—conversations in the crowd. The ruined fashion show. The fire trucks and other emergency vehicles. The dragon that was surely the cause of it all.

Hawk Moth must have recalled Phantom’s akuma. He must have found someone else to transform, another soul to twist. Except….

Except Adrien had already seen a dragon, or thought he had, and hearing of one now was proof enough. He’d seen one when he’d been captured by Phantom. Which meant neither Phantom nor the dragon were the ones who had been originally akumatized; it was someone else, someone who had the ability to turn others into fairy tale creatures.

If Hawk Moth had wanted to cause chaos, this was surely the way to do it. Adrien had been able to defeat the Critic, would have managed it even without the Ninja’s help, but he couldn’t fight multiple battles on multiple fronts without Ladybug. He might be able to bring her back one akuma, if there were some way to capture and trap it, but not one for every magical creature Hawk Moth intended for him to face. He’d have to find the person who was transforming everyone, and he wouldn’t have a chance to do that until they showed their hand.

Unless they already had.

Ninjas didn’t really count as fairy tale creatures, but they were steeped in legend. The Ninja hadn’t seemed like a bad person, but he might not even realize what he’d gotten into. Hawk Moth gave some of his victims more autonomy than others, and if the Ninja didn’t even realize he was creating monsters to fight—

No. The Ninja had made no move to get his Miraculous, and even if Hawk Moth had assumed Ladybug and Chat Noir had been left behind in Paris, he’d be quick to make that correction. Especially when Ladybug wasn’t here. Hawk Moth might not care about the damage he left behind, but Adrien certainly did, and he suspected Hawk Moth knew that.

If Hawk Moth didn’t want him, hadn’t counted on him or Ladybug being here, then he wanted something else. Other Miraculous, perhaps. There must be more. He’d think that’s what the Ninja had if his costume had made some sort of reference to an animal. Plagg thought other magic was at play, but if it was, how had Hawk Moth found out about it? He knew about the Miraculous, certainly knew more about the Miraculous than Adrien did, so maybe that’s all it was. Maybe he didn’t know about the other magic here, whatever form that magic took. And if there was another Miraculous in New York City—

He couldn’t be sure. Not yet. He’d find out more when he fought to protect the city from the dragon. If he was lucky, the dragon would be as talkative as Phantom had been. And if he was really lucky, the Ninja would turn up again to help him.

Adrien checked the time. His train wasn’t due for at least another minute, and there was an attack happening now. He could travel much faster as Chat Noir than as Adrien. He didn’t know this city from above, but he knew where he was, and he knew where he was going. That would have to be enough.

Adrien slipped away in search of a place to transform and hoped he’d get there before too much damage was done.

XXXXXXX

6:41 PM

There was so much fire.

Randy heaved another Ninja Hydro Hand at the flames licking the pavement and was rewarded with a curtain of steam. (How could stone burn, anyway? That was wonk. What kind of magic was this?) He knew he wasn’t out of Ninja Cold Balls yet, but his supply had to be running low.

The smart people in the crowd had run screaming. Too many of them had lagged behind, thinking this was some kind of show. Because fire-breathing dragons were always part of some kind of show. And anyone who could afford to buy something at a fashion show like this had a lot of money, so the people putting on this show had a lot of money, and cool pyrotechnics were almost expected these days.

…Or did people just attend these things and not actually buy something? He really had no idea.

The dragon overhead swooped low, dodged with unfair ease the Ninja Electro-Ball he threw at her (it?), and sent a blaze of fire between him and the crowd, pushing them back.

Randy groaned.

He hadn’t looked closely recently, being too busy dealing with the dragon, but he was pretty sure some of the flashing lights he could still see belonged to firetrucks. He was also pretty sure the firefighters hadn’t just abandoned their jobs to gawk at the dragon, gawk-worthy as she clearly was.

But he was the Ninja.

Fighting a dragon.

In a place where crazy stunts were more the norm than actual magic.

He had no idea what it would take to convince people that this wasn’t a setup and that they were actually in danger. Then again, the dragon hadn’t targeted them specifically. Driven them back, yes, but she hadn’t pulled any shoob move that would’ve resulted in some extra-crispy attendees. She hadn’t gone after any of the vehicles, trying to make something explode or cause more damage. She hadn’t even really done much to the building. She’d mostly just cleared the area in front and, well, focused on him. Which, despite totally being his plan when he’d run after her, was…odd, now that he thought about it.

He went through the motions, calling up another Ninja Hydro Hand, and glanced up.

She was flying lazy circles overhead, expertly avoiding buildings but still managing to catch updrafts when she needed them. She flew like she was an expert at it, like she’d studied it all her life or had a natural skill for aerodynamics. Maybe she studied birds in her free time or something.

She was watching him, her eyes never seeming to flick away from his figure, as if she had some kind of sixth sense and didn’t even need to watch where she was going.

He doused the flames.

She dove.

He tossed a Ninja Bee Ball at her before remembering that their stingers probably wouldn’t pierce dragon hide, and she set the stone on fire again.

He was hot enough that he was seriously debating the merits of using a Ninja Cold Ball on himself, but at least the mask—or maybe its magic—helped him to withstand all the smoke.

“What do you want?” he yelled at her. She’d flown up out of range of anything he could throw at her—again—and had resumed watching him. Maybe she was just trying to wear him out. Maybe he shouldn’t keep putting out the fire. Except then there would be fire, and that would be bad.

At least, when he was fighting robots or monsters, he knew what they wanted. How was he supposed to stop a fire-breathing dragon who didn’t seem to have any kind of goal beyond playing with him until he dropped to the ground out of sheer exhaustion? She hadn’t said anything. He didn’t know if she could even speak or if she’d just spout unintelligible monster gibberish. He’d only heard her roar, which in retrospect had served well when it came to scaring half the crowd away.

He wished it had scared the whole crowd away.

Seriously, people in the place needed to learn when to run.

He wished the Am Drag would come back. This dragon was bigger than the Am Drag, but he could at least fly and catch her. Alternatively, Randy wouldn’t mind Chat Noir turning up again. He could clearly get some good height with his baton stick thing, providing he’d managed to find it wherever Randy had dropped it, and if they worked together, they could totally take this dragon down. He seemed to have some idea of what the whole evil butterfly thing was, too.

Honestly, though, Randy would settle for Mr. Mysterious Voice finally showing up.

Randy didn’t realize he’d gone back to staring at the flames until they were suddenly covered in ice and then gone altogether. He blinked, wondering if he’d thrown a Ninja Cold Ball and somehow immediately forgotten about it.

“Ninja, we need to talk,” a familiar voice said from behind him, and Randy turned.

The voice in question belonged to a teenager (just like him) who didn’t seem to be holding any weapons (just like him) but whose suit was definitely wonk, even by Randy’s standards. The white hair was kinda distinctive, too, and he wasn’t wearing a mask, but maybe secret identities weren’t as much of a thing in the NYC because of all the people.

Randy pointed upwards. “Dragon.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I got that. I wanna know what else you know. Like why there’s a dragon.”

Randy stared. “You don’t find a dragon weird? I mean, that’s a real, actual, live, fire-breathing dragon. Emphasis on fire-breathing.”

The boy looked up and considered the dragon for a moment, who miraculously hadn’t decided to dive again and try to fry them both where they stood. Randy decided not to question his spot of good luck. “Yeah,” the boy finally said, “I guess you’re right about the living part. Unfortunately.”

“Wh…how…what? Why is that the part you’re questioning?” His voice did not climb when he said that. Howard did not have it recorded, so it didn’t happen. “I saw a woman get turned into a dragon!”

“A woman, huh?” The boy bit his lip and glanced toward the crowd. As if they were the problem and not the dragon. “Yeah, that’s kinda what I was afraid of. Um. Let’s talk inside.” He made a vague gesture toward the building.

Since Randy had a mask over his face, the other boy couldn’t appreciate his gaping. “I’m in the middle of a fight!”

The boy shook his head. “You’re not fighting. You’re being tested. I was watching. The dragon’s never gone for the crowd, just made you think that so you’d react. She wants to know what you can do.”

Randy crossed his arms. “So why’s she not testing you?”

The boy looked up at her again. “Maybe because she already knows what I can do?” he offered, though his words were full of enough doubt that Randy was entirely unconvinced. “This isn’t my first time in the city, and I think…. I think I know who she is, and the whole dragon thing isn’t normal for her.” He said that like it was normal for anybody, but if Randy asked, it would just delay the fight for longer. And the dragon was still watching them. Waiting. He didn’t like counting on the fact that she’d keep waiting. The moment he did that was the moment she’d stop and decide to move. And then it really would be a fight, even if Mr. Mysterious Voice didn’t think it had been before now. (What kind of shoob stood back to watch a dragon when he could clearly help fight it because he also could do stuff with ice?)

“We need to help her,” the boy continued. He looked back at Randy. “Seriously, can we just talk inside or otherwise away from the cameras for, like, two minutes? I really don’t want my face plastered all over the news if I can help it.”

He was not going to give up on the talking thing, was he? Randy scrubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t believe we’re getting away with this,” he muttered, but he followed the new kid and ran for cover.

XXXXXX

6:45 PM

The darkened suite of his hotel room was quiet, safely away from the chaos of the gala for all that it was so near, but Gabriel had still expected to be able to hear screams from across the street, to hear the wailing sirens and the dragon’s roar and the shouts of the failing heroes. Instead, the silence began to stretch, as if everyone were waiting.

When a second hero had run out to join the first, he hadn’t questioned Dracona’s decision to wait. He had not seen if this new hero had come with hidden friends; neither had she. When she’d decided to tilt her wings and circle again, he’d thought her reconnaissance a wise move. But then she’d let the Ninja and the new hero run off to the relative safety of the evacuated site of the gala, and her only response had been to bank right, beat her wings a few times, and circle again.

“Why are you not pursuing them, Dracona?” Gabriel growled, clenching his cane tighter. The Ninja had shown more of his hand, but the newest hero…. Gabriel knew nothing of him, aside from his ability to spread ice in a speed and volume great enough to counter Dracona’s flames.

“You wanted information about this city’s superheroes.” He could sense laughter in her response. “I’ve gotten a good look at the Ninja and have run into Phantom before. Neither belongs in this city.”

Gabriel let out a slow breath. “Where they belong doesn’t matter. They are acting as heroes—”

“Where they belong matters immensely. You only wanted information on this city’s heroes.”

“They are fighting in this city,” he answered through gritted teeth. “However temporarily, that makes them this city’s heroes.”

“I don’t agree. Their loyalty remains elsewhere. Help though they may, the responsibility of the NYC falls on the shoulders of other heroes.”

He should have her writhing in pain for even thinking of speaking to him this way, but she’d be more useful to him if he delayed that method until further pressed. After all, if she still gave him the information he wanted…. “You said you are familiar with this Phantom. Tell me about him.”

“His chosen name is rather explanatory.”

Then again, if she continued to be difficult, he just needed to—

Gabriel frowned. There was no disruption in their connection, but his displeasure wasn’t being translated into pain. Instead, he felt laughter, as if she knew precisely what he’d tried to do, and—

“You unlocked my power,” she breathed, “but you do not control it.”

And then there was nothing. No sensations, no feedback, no knowledge of Dracona’s that he could use to further his plan. She was his champion, but she had somehow managed to shut him out.

“Dark wings fall.” Something was wrong, something was faulty, something was— “Nooroo, why is this happening?”

The kwami ducked his head. “She is right, master,” he murmured. “My magic only served as a key for her latent power.”

“Then we’ll lock it up again,” Gabriel snarled. He had read of many types of magic, but none that would cause a reaction such as this. “We’ll see how bold she is once my akuma is recalled.”

“I don’t think it’s that simple, master.”

Gabriel bit down on the urge to restrict Nooroo’s speech; right now, Nooroo was the only source of information he had. “And why do you say that?”

“I…I don’t know if I can contain her magic with mine now that the path is established.”

“Her magic.” Nooroo would know he was asking for details. The kwami would also know how displeased he’d be if he wasn’t given them.

“It’s a blood magic, not something that can be taken a—”

“But something that can be used?”

Nooroo hesitated.

That was all the answer Gabriel needed.

The means might be more complicated, but he had need of magic, and if he’d happened to akumatize someone with a direct line to that magic, he’d be a fool not to capitalize upon it. She might not want to give him the information he required, but she’d agreed to the contract, and she couldn’t shut him out forever. She had to tell him something.

Even if it was only about herself.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #238

“crimson calligraphy written on the trees, creature from the grave, headless and hellbent for me.”

Have you ever played golf? Like, mini-golf. Is there a lake near your house? No, but there's two small ponds down the road. Have you ever made your own pizza or pasta dough? No. Have you ever watched an entire season of a tv show in one day? Uhhhhh how long are the first few seasons of Supernatural? Because Jason and I fucking binged it, and I honestly think that's partially the reason I don't even enjoy TV anymore. Like I liked the show, but jfc it became torture at some point. Not his fault at all, I just never pointed it out. BUT ANYWAY, it's definitely possible we did. What did you have for dinner tonight (or last night)? A ham and cheese hot pocket. Do your parents do things that ‘embarrass’ you? This is so mean, but my mom makes the cringiest jokes and such imo that gives me mad secondhand embarrassment. Do you like any Bon Jovi songs? Yeah, a decent handful. Who was the last person you were in a car with? Mom. Do you give people second chances? Ha, more than "second." How’re things between you and your most recent ex? We're totally great. Really as if we didn't even break up, considering I mean... nothing emotionally has changed. We just know that being together right now isn't the wise decision. It's frustrating as hell, though. We've already established we're not going to "wait" for each other, but neither of us are actively looking for a new partner, either. I want her, and from what I can tell, she wants me, too. We kinda just... don't talk about how unfair it all is anymore because we both get too upset. I was even supposed to go up there with her and her fam for her birthday and Christmas, but that's changed because she and I agree it's too soon after splitting, making it only more difficult to be around each other. We'd want to cuddle and kiss and such by instinct, so we're trying to wait until the wound isn't as fresh. Though honestly, I don't know how visiting period would go consider as said, there has been zero change in romantic attraction. Ugh yeah I just hope she figures out what she wants and all and we can get back together. Have you been to a wedding this year? No. I'm going to my half-sister's next year, though. Are you an aunt or uncle? Yes, and another niece is on her way. :') Do you expect to be married in the next two years? Probably not. What season is your birthday in? Winter. Have you ever been hunting? Fuck that shit. How often do you walk around barefoot? Always in my own house + in other houses if I'm allowed to take my shoes off. When you eat take-out, do you just eat it out of the containers provided? Usually, but it does depend on what food it is. Ex., those little boxes that have rice in them from Chinese places? I'm using a bowl. From the container is just messy. Would you need to sleep with someone before considering marrying them? Nah. Do you carry condoms? No. Would you date someone who has a hearing aid? ... Yes...? "No" is just... so rude?? Like that is something the person absolutely cannot help, nor is it a HUGE thing. It's just a hearing aid, dude. How organized are the files on your computer? Pretty decent. Folders and such. Could be better still, probably. Have you ever been to a strip club? Nah, not my scene. Have you ever brought home a stray animal? Pleeeeenty of cats. Are you physically strong? No, especially not my legs. I've got a newborn fawn's legs, jc. Still working on building the muscle back up. Would you date someone with braces? Oh my god, fuck off. Yes I would. I was the person with braces dating someone without them, so 1.) I obviously can't say shit, 2.) they're taking care of their goddamn teeth, and 3.) I dunno, wearing braces has no goddamn impact on personality???????????? Does scuba diving interest you? Not to an incredible degree, but it'd be cool. Would you ever ask your parents for relationship advice? Maybe for certain topics. Do you think people look up to you? Y'know that "oh no hunty WHAT is u doin" meme??? That's me if someone does. How often do you have trouble sleeping at night? *blinking* There are people who don't??????? Do you blush easily? Ohhhhhh yes. Do you get angry at yourself or at others more often? Hm. Not sure. Can you name five current world leaders? AHAHA nope. How many times have you had the flu? Zero. Do you think imagination is valuable? Oh hell yes. We would be NOWHERE CLOSE to where we are as animals without it. Who or what are you most impatient with? I don't know. When was the last time you mowed a lawn? Never. Have you seen all of the Star Wars films? No; seen only the first three with a friend and saw zero appeal. He didn't either. How about all of the Harry Potter ones, so far? I haven't even seen one. Jason and I started the first one together but. Paid way more attention to each other than the movie lmfao. What part of the newspaper do you typically enjoy reading? None. I collect my school's papers now though 'cuz I'm the photographer for it. :') Have you ever made a website, even a simple one? Four that I remember. The ancient and now-defunct ones were back when I think this site called Wetpaint was a host for simple sites, and a lot of us RPers posted our mob info and stuff there. I had one for Talons, one for Connrads. Ha, out of curiosity, I think I looked for them not all too long ago since I never actually deleted them, but I think the site itself was re-purposed. NOW, I have a Wix site for my photography, and then Kalahari Manor is a ProBoards-hosted site. Which was better: your childhood or your teen years? Jfc, childhood. Teen years were a chaotic and rancid cesspit in terms of mental health. What was your reaction to your first time falling in love? I truly imagine that realizing I was *in love* with Jason surpassed what a high probably feels like lmao. What does it take for someone to win your heart? I'm actually putting thought into this one and I think what appeals to me in a person most is just being friendly with a good sense of humor and obvious, shameless concern for others. AND JFC, HAVE EMOTION. Don't be a brick wall with me. Lacking an emotional side, positive or negative, is such a turn-off to me. I'm not attracted to robots. Being a gentle person is important, and for me personally, you need to actually act like you're into me. Not just between us. Do not make me a secret. AND BE CREATIVE AND WEIRD AND FRESH!!!!!!!!!!! There's nothing wrong with more "vanilla" people, but just for me myself, I need someone who stands out for some good reason. lol okay this answer's actually getting kinda long, I'll stop. There's a number of ways. What is one thing you would rather be doing? Ha ha yo real talk, Sara and I are getting all emotional and deep into our relationship, platonic or romantic, and I want me and her in her bed right now tearing each other up alsdkjfla;kwejre I love her a lot ok. When was the last time you changed your mind about something? OKAY SO I started a new birth control, right? It. Sent. Me. BACK. With my PTSD. How? Idfk, but I was suddenly obsessing over Him again, badly. I stopped that shit, and wha'd'ya know, two days later, I'm like "lol wtf I don't want him why did that just happen hunty was u ok????????". SO YEAH, that was a trip. Do you know anyone with a lisp? I'm not sure. Possibly. How much weight can you lift at once? No clue. Not a lot. Do you ask guys out, or wait for them to ask you out? I've never asked a guy out, but I wouldn't say I wouldn't. Do you like the last person who showed interest in you? I love her. Describe the last person you stared at? I have no idea. Do you like dating one person at a time, or multiple people? I'm personally monogamous. Have your experiences made you more or less sympathetic to others? MORE. Do you find smoking unattractive? I do. Have your parents ever searched your personal belongings? Mom has. Where did you get your last bruise from? ... Well. This is uh. Awkward. Tying into when I was on that medicine that made my libido fucking uncontrollable (thank the fucking lord I'm back to normal), my breasts are lookin rough, sister. Are you looking forward to anything? Nothing in the VERY near future, I think. A bit further off, Christmas. I can't wait to see the kids so excited again, and for once, we come together as a true family. Plus my #1 wish is to have my Mark tattoo improved at an amazing parlor, and I'm pretty sure that'll be happening, just obvs. not on Christmas Day itself. I'll just be fuckin STOKED when I *know* it's happening. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes. How much money did you spend today? $1.25 for something from the vending machine. I didn't have breakfast, so I was really hungry. When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? Try to not doze off. If we're not doing anything, then I'll play around with my phone. Have you ever had a song stuck in your head for more than a day? Oh, definitely. Ever walked into the guy’s bathroom? HA as a stupid elementary school with her friends, we sure did during a work day (my mom used to work with special ed kids at school). We thought we were soooo rebellious. How many wives or husbands do you want? One. What happens if you fall in love with your best friend? Ha, did. I still am, and we hope to be back together someday. Has a teacher ever flirted with you? Not that I know of. Thankfully. Is it okay for friends to kiss each other, as friends? It's not my thing, but sure, if it's consenting and both are aware it's platonic. Do your wishes ever get granted in the worst way possible? Probably in some way at some point I don't recall. How do you feel about your naked body? NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO Have you ever been called obnoxious? I don't think so, anyway. Do you wish you had a bigger family? No. Which friend would you kiss full on the mouth, no questions asked? Sara. Can you do a split or stick your foot up next to your ear? Nope. When was the last time you complained about something? I was venting some mild frustration to Sara earlier tonight. What is your favorite color combination? Favorite is probably pastel orange and light blue. Love it. Then there's pastel pink and purple. Okay pretty much any combination is about the pastels When was the last time you spoke in front of a group? A month or so back when I had to do my Lifeline presentation in FYS. Do you like group projects, or do you prefer to work alone? I strongly prefer working alone. There's no disagreements, compromises, incompetent partners, etc. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? Yup! (: Indirectly, but. How did you respond? I don't recall, but I wish I did. Who is the most argumentative person you know? She's not in my life anymore partially BECAUSE of that shit. Do you know anyone who is crazy about proper grammar? Yes, but she has OCD as a valid reason. I'm pretty particular about it too to a degree. Who was the last person to make you feel special? Oh my gosh, my therapist told me she was so proud of me and the progress I was making that I just entirely lit up and became a total beaming ball of giggles and "thank you"s. Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? No, I'm bi. If your best friend grabs your hand, what do you automatically do? Squeeze it. What’s something you can cook or bake like a pro? Cheesy and spicy scrambled eggs, man. Also known as the only thing I can properly cook lmao. Do you tend to flirt a lot, even when the person isn’t single? Fuck no, if they're not single. I'll flirt with my s/o when I see it appropriate or relevant, and in a case where we're both single, I'd be very subtle about it because shy. What’s something that you think is really cute? Off the very top of my head, the Ewoks from Star Wars, oh my fucking god. They were the only thing I enjoyed in the movies. What’s a pretty bird? I mean... pretty much all of them. BUT, can we take a moment to appreciate the bearded vulture? like???? they're fucking BADASS???????????? Besides sleeping, what do you do in bed? Almost... everything. It's the reason I endured/am still recovering from muscle atrophy in my legs. Have you ever hacked into somebody’s account? Playfully, back when that was a thing for friends to do and post lovey-dovey stuff about them everywhere. Megan and I, and I believe Mini and I as well, did it to each other. Possibly more. Is having to pee really badly worse than being really thirsty? Oh hell yes it is. The former can get to a point of hurting. Have you ever touched a Qu'ran? No. Do you love animals more than most? Oh definitely. Why do you eat fast food? It's easy to grab when on the run, and Mom has almost zero time to cook. Then we both have school. Most often I just warm things up in the microwave or grab something substantial enough in the fridge. Is there always going to be that one person you and a friend makes fun of? I guess you could say indirectly, yes. Just something she said in a certain way became an inside joke. Her as a person, no, I wouldn't do that. What is a bad habit of yours that you’re actually trying to fix? Having terrible eye contact. I have a very hard time maintaining it, but I've been trying to keep that weakness in mind when talking to people. Do you write out your feelings? That's one reason why I take these surveys, yes. Do you have bills to pay yet? It's embarrassing that I don't. Not saying like, I want to pay bills, what madman would, but I do want to feel more like a proper, independent adult. Will you be changing your hair any time soon? Not the style, but one thing I'm asking for Christmas is a professional to dye my hair silver. I say pro because my hair does NOT hold color, and because of the bleach needed, Mom's concerned I'll damage my hair if I put my trust into anyone less qualified. Does your mom have a celebrity look-alike? I don't think so, but she looks UNCANNILY like her firstborn daughter. It is SCARY. Is there something you wish you could learn to do? There's loads of stuff. Probably above all, cook. Or stop procrastinating. If you could be amazing at ONE thing, what would it be? Drawing precisely what I see in my head. Because of how important they are to me, I would pay BIG FUCKING BUCKS to get how my 'kats look onto paper. What do you wish people would pay you to do? Complain about my weight. :^) I'd be able to just pay for surgery to fix that within a day. Do you take good pictures? I personally think I do. I mean I wanna be a professional photographer. How would one go about impressing you? It depends on the subject and difficulty of whatever. What probably impresses me most would be someone maintaining a mature, peaceful attitude when there is reason to act otherwise. Self-control, that's it. Do you automatically apologize if you walk into somebody? Duh? Tell me a memory of this summer: It was fucking scorching and I hated every minute of it. What’s something that you don’t need, but really want? Hmmmm. OH, HELL YES. IF I had the proper body to even remotely pull them off, I. Would wear. NOTHING. But corsets. Jesus FUCKING Christ they are so hot. What do you draw more than anything else? Just about all I draw is meerkats. What’s the most favorite class you’ve ever had? The Digital Photography course I took in high school. Or Art Honors my junior year. I really enjoyed the stuff I made. For each person you’ve kissed, describe your feelings in one word: Jason: melancholy; Tyler: dramatic; Girt(?): loyal; Sara: ideal. How do you react when you trip or stumble? Gasp and carry on. If it was a more serious trip, I look around at who saw. Are you good at “biting your tongue”? NO. Why do you love the one you do? She's been there for me without fail, has undying faith in me, supports me through everything, is honest, she's funny and very unique, her adoration for animals shows a great level of compassion, she trusts me so much despite her history, she stands extremely firmly for what she sees as right and wrong... okay I can honestly write an essay on why I love her. Would you rather get [another] tattoo or piercing? GIMME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 THE TATTOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111 Do you have long or short legs? I'd say they're normal, idk. When do you listen to Nickelback? *shrugs* When I wanna? Would you rather make the first move, or your crush? Them. I'm shy.

[somethinwickedthiswayrides]

Tag Game~

Oh, why did I wait so long to do this? So many people tagged me! So many~

Placing everything under a read more cause this is about 40 questions long

@sebthur

1. do you like pineapples on your pizza?

I'll fully admit I've never tried it. But I am squarely in the 'no' category. It's just unappetizing to me.

2. how much bubble you want when you take a bath? all of them? none at all?

ALL THE BUBBLES! The tub will be overflowing with bubbles!

3. favorite scent?

Rain, specifically rain on asphalt. It's just, soothing, and can pull me right out of a bad mood.

4. what's your all time favorite movie?

I don't really watch a lot of movies. But I do love the Phantom of the Opera!

5. if money DID grow on trees... what is the first thing u would buy?

I'd move into a nice little home, no HOA, no super close neighbors, it'd be peaceful.

6. did u drink water today?

Uuhh...not water specifically. Gatoraid doesn't really count as water, it's mostly sugar.

7. if not, do it now! stay hydrated! did u eat?

I ate! Fast food, cause I live super far away from where I work, and I can't cook for nuthin, but I ate!

8. whats ur dream job?

I'd like to be a voice actor someday~

9. have you ever heard of upgamers?

No, I haven't. It sounds like updog though, so I am wary.

10. Can you play an instrument? which one?

I don't really count this as being able to play, but I used to own a guitar and I liked to pluck the strings when I got stressed. I don't know why I got rid of it.

11. have you listened to your favorite song today? do it now

I haven't listened to hardly any music for the past week, I need some music~

@nocturnofshadow

1. Dream vacation destination, go!

Home, in my bed, and not having to leave it for about a week. Sounds like heaven.

If I had to pick an ACTUAL location though, Ireland, it just sounds so beautiful there.

2. if you got any novels laying about, go and flip though and pick the twenty-second line - what's it say?

I'm assuming we're going by sentences here. "Psychologically warped; possessed by demons." - 22nd sentence of Wicked.

3. Got any favourite stims? Plastic click-clacks, squishy things, rubbing into a specific spot til it's smooth, ect. Tell me about it!

Hmm. I have a pretty rainbow metallic fidjet spinner, though I don't really use it. Mostly cause when I really need a stim I'm at work where I'm not allowed to have them. So I usually click or tap my pen when I get antsy at work.

4. Favourite scene in a viddy game? (alternatively, fave scene in a book, movie, ect.)

Currently my favorite scene in a game is in Red Dead Redemption 2! When the gang leaves the snowy mountains to head to Horseshoe overlook, the scene with the music is just absolutely beautiful, and it's my absolute favorite thing ever!

5. Favourite aesthetic and why! (old west, european gothic, ect.)

A sort of witchy style, a little bit gothic, but beautiful crystals hanging around, with herbs and flowers and AH~ :D

6. What's your go-to song when you're seeing red? Does it help calm you down, or add fuel to the fire?

Pretty much any music has a calming effect on me, it helps me drift off into my own little world. I don't have a specific song, but I usually listen to softer rock songs.

7. If you write as a hobby, do you still use pen and paper? Or do you prefer typing?

Typing, all the way. My handwriting is an absolute mess and sometimes even I can't decipher the symbols on the page.

8. How long do dishes normally sit in your sink before you get around to them? If you have any sitting around, this is your reminder to get them done!

All of my plates and stuff are disposable for this very reason. I rarely eat at home anyway.

9. Do you have a favourite Hozier song?

I actually had to look up who this was, I never really pay much attention to singer's and bands, and I have heard a few of his songs. I particularly like the Arsonist's Lullaby and In The Woods Somewhere.

10. Do you hoard music playlists? If so, whats the general vibe of those playlists and on which platform? (youtube, spotify, ect.)

I don't really hoard playlists, I usually hear a song and go; 'I wanna hear more like this' and make a new playlist. I use Pandora, and my playlists are mostly rock with a few country, pop, and, I'm not sure how to describe it, celtic? I guess.

@cupofcowboys / @fangirl-ramblings

1. Are you a book reader? if so what are you reading currently?

I am a book reader, though I'm not AVID. Nor am I currently reading anything, too in deep of reading and writing RDR2 fanfiction.

2. If you could time travel where in time would you go?

OH NONONONONO! I know the butterfly effect, thank you but no. I'm also rather happy in the timezone I'm in.

3. Is it hot or cold (weather) where you are in the world right now

Very hot, it's what I get for living in a desert, but hey, it don't snow here~

4. Start your current music playlist, put it on random and tell me what the next song is.

I use Pandora, so it's already random buut, Something's missing by Sheppard.

5. Pizza or Burgers?

But I like both. ;^;

6. Favourite movie/s

Pretty much anything animated by Disney. Though if I had to pick particular movies, The Lion King, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Brave, ect.

7. Favourite band/s

Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Halestorm, My Chemical Romance. About the only band names I remember, lol.

8. How many concerts have you been to?

That I bought a ticket for? None.

Though, My Chemical Romance did a free gig here about 3 or 4 years ago and I went to see that.

9. If you won millions and millions of dollars what would be the first thing you do.

I would become a literal hermit. Lol, I'd move into a cute little house, and never be seen again.

Maybe I'd pop out every now and again and become a cryptid. Lol

10. One thing you like about yourself?

About myself? I like my hair, took me years to admit, I used to absolutely hate it as a child, I had a mop of curly ginger hair and it always got me unwanted attention. It still does, but I'm a BIT better at just taking the compliment.

@madnessismylover

1. Sun or Moon?

Moon, so soft and gentle and sweet.

2. Would you rather have 20 cats or 20 dogs?

Cats, much as I'd love being smothered by 20 puppies, cats are a little less... needy?

3. Who was your first celebrate crush (that you can remember)?

Steve Irwin. I was 2 or 3.

4. What was your first video game? (and if you don’t play those then what was your first movie)

That I played? Pokemon Blue or Pokemon Gold.

That I owned? Pokemon Ruby.

5. Favorite kid show? (either watched as a kid or watch now)

I love cartoons~ Though I'm particularly fond of Steven Universe, Star VS the Forces of Evil, and Gravity Falls.

6. Favorite decade’s aesthetic? (70s, 80s, 90s, etc,)

I'm a complete 90s kid.

7. Where do you wish you could live?

Not really any location in particular, though I guess Ireland would be nice, maybe Germany or England.

8. Did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? If so what was their name?

I don't remember much about them IMO, I do remember their name was Ash, and they were TALL, like Slenderman levels of tall.

9. What’s something not a lot of people know about you?

I'm actually part Native American! Admittedly, it's a very SMALL part, about five or six generations back but there is a bit in me! And I'm very proud of that small bit.

10. If you had to listen to one song for the rest of your life what would it be?

Oh, that would be torture~ If i HAD to pick, it'd probably be High Hopes by Panic at the Disco, but, it'd still be torture.

MY Questions!

1. How tall are you? Have you dreamed being ever taller?

2. Favorite Youtuber?

3. What is your favorite fairytale?

4. Do you prefer kissing or cuddling?

5. What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?

6. So, what is the funniest pickup line you have ever heard of?

7. On days, when you feel completely bored and demotivated, what helps you to feel energized?

8. 3 things that make you happy?

9. If you could have a superpower what would it be and why?

10. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be?

I’m tagging~ @septembershower @i-love-charles @crimsonredemption @mountainhymn aaannnd...I dunno, go for it if you wanna. Lol

[rogerina-yee-haw]

43- wishin you would come and save me with Gwil. Ur at a party and u hate it and he comes to pick ur drunk ass up and he takes you home, takes ur makeup off, dresses you for bed and he makes the sweetest love to you after you start kissing his neck but all he wants to do is watch the tv - love u long time xxx

sorry it took me so long to write!! uni is testing me this semester!! sorry if this isn’t something you wanted to see

prompt requested from my “thank u, next” sentence startes/prompts list

“Y/N?” Gwil has woken up just seconds ago by your call. It was almost two in the morning, and after you left to the pub several hours ago, promising not to drunkenly call him, he peacefully fell asleep. Only to find out that you couldn’t quite keep your promise. “Are you alright?”

“Baby”, you whined, “I miss you”.

Gwil sat up in bed, sighing. When he wanted to make a comment about your not-so-sober state, he was rudely interrupted.

“But you don’t miss me, Gwilym Lee”, you said, pointing your finger to the sky. People, who were smoking outside the pub, weren’t even bothered by a drunk lady, screaming into her phone. As well as your friends, who were standing not so far away, waiting till you stopped the conversation and went back inside, to continue drinking. And you didn’t really want that. “You don’t even think about me!”

Gwilym rolled his eyes. “Why would you even consider this, love?”

“Because you’re sleeping!”

It took him everything just not to burst into laughter. “So?”

“So?” you raised your brows in disbelief. “Excuse you, Gwil? Whenever you’re out of the house, it takes me literal hours to fall asleep, because the bed without you is so empty and cold and lonely-”

“Oi, Y/N!” one of your friends shouted. “How long are you goin’ to talk to your boyfriend?”

It didn’t take Gwil long enough to put everything together. You went to this pub only because your friend dragged you into it, saying you weren’t actually going out. You weren’t ‘cause you didn’t really like it; you enjoyed getting drunk and participate in some weird shenanigans with your friends - but you needed a good amount of time in between such parties. Partially to recover from all the heavy drinking, and partially to have some decent rest. Being around so many people brought your anxiety to the surface, making you terribly uncomfortable and nervous. Your friends knew it but didn’t seem to really care, but Gwil did. That’s why he never pressured you into going to any of the fancy parties, all because he was well aware of your fears and nervousness. And to realize that you were making a scene over the phone just to make your friends believe that your boyfriend was angry and insisted on your going home - well, Gwil got that figured out in mere seconds.

“Need me to come?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

You nodded and hiccuped. “Yeah”.

“Give me the address, baby. Will be there in ten minutes”.

And he was. Your friends were pouting and trying to persuade you to stay, but Gwil dragged you from them before you could change your mind.

When he saw you leaning against the wall in the street, looking all fucked out and almost asleep, he couldn’t but chuckle. You were always adorable while being wasted - your eyes were glistening, lips parted as you were breathing heavily, and your tee shirt always had a stain right above the stomach, as you were always lucky enough to spill a drink over yourself.

“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” you slurred, while the two of you were going home.

Gwil smiled and took a quick look at you, but still kept his gaze on the road. “Adorable mess, I must say”.

In response, you gave him another hiccup, and it made him laugh. When the car stopped at the green light, he turned his head to you. “How long have you been standing outside the pub?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno. Maybe fifteen minutes”. You swallowed hard and took a sip from the bottle of water that Gwil was so kind to bring to you. “Was sending you signals through my mind. Hopin’ you’d hear me like I’m some kind of Charles Xavier”, you giggled at your own joke. “Was standing there, pretending to be a mind-reader and wishin’ you would come and save me from these wankers”.

“Your friends you mean?”

“Just a bunch of fuckin’ morons. Made me drink five shots”.

“Five shots of what?”

You huffed. “Have no idea”.

When you got home, Gwil remembered one thing he always had to keep up with whenever you were shitfaced - your inevitable desire to have sex. When he was taking your make-up off, your hands were on his thighs, rolling up and down, creeping right to his growing bulge.

“Babe”, his voice was weak as he stopped his moving. “We can’t have sex now”.

“Why?” you all but pouted, placing your palm right on his hardness. “You’re already so hard. And I’m more than ready to take your big, thick cock like a good girl”. He almost moaned - you usually weren’t a dirty talker, but when you were drunk… Well, it was a different story. You accentuated some words on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of him; and you certainly succeeded.

He shook his hand and stood up, making you whine. “Where are you going?”

“To get your pajamas”, he answered quietly as he took your tee-shirt and sweatpants out of the drawer. When he put your clothes on the bed, you grinned smugly and got on all fours on the soft mattress right next to where Gwil was standing. 

“I don’t need to wear anything. I know you like me naked more”.

The devilish smile you gave him made Gwilym sigh deeply. But it didn’t help as you were incredibly horny. “C'mon, baby”, you palmed him through his pants. “Just fuck me. You can have me as you want”. You kissed his hard member through the fabric. “But I want it hard. Like we had it at the Bafta’s afterparty”.

It was always hard for Gwil to control himself whenever you were around - you got him hard just by simply smiling at one of his silly jokes. And he loved you being all shy and sweet in the bedroom, and he’s been seduced by you like this sometimes - especially after you felt secure enough in a relationship with him to open up sexually - and it was always difficult whenever you were drunk - because you were always horny and needy. You two only had drunk sloppy sex a couple of times, but you were both wasted and both fell asleep in the middle of the process. But neither Gwil nor you could bring yourselves to having sex with each other while your significant other was drunk. And tonight, no matter how much Gwil wanted to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress, he restrained himself from doing so. Sober sex was much better and brighter.

“You’ll get it. Tomorrow”, you furrowed your brows. “Hands up, love”.

He helped you change into your pj’s, blushing hard at your sexual comments; then he made you get into bed and hugged you tightly so that you’d fall asleep.

In about five minutes Gwil felt your soft lips leaving little kisses against his neck. He shivered a bit, but pulled off from the hug and cupped your cheeks, looking you right in the eyes.

“Y/N, if you don’t stop this, I’m going to sit on the couch and watch football for the whole night instead of cuddling with you”.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re a cockblock, Gwilym”.

[weirdandpissedoff]

Rian Reads: X-Man #2

Writer: Jeph Loeb Artist: Steve Skroce Inker: Mike Sellers, Bud Larosa & Kevin Conrad & Scott Hanna Letterer: Richard Starkings & Comicraft Colorist: Mike Thomas & Digital Chameleon

Cover Date: April 1995

As X-Man #2 opens we catch up with Domino, who was tasked by Apocalypse with tracking down the source of great telekinetic energy that he’s been sensing (psst! It’s X-Man). Along with Caliban and some big, red guy named Grizzly, she tries beating information concerning their prey out of a big Russian mutant named Rossovich who seems like a combination of Omega Red and Dr. Octopus. A quick trek down Google Avenue informs me that Grizzly is a member of Wild Pack/Six Pack in the 616 Marvel Universe while Rossovich is, indeed, the Age Of Apocalypse incarnation of Omega Red. So, there you go.

Inevitably, Domino kills Rossovich without gleaning any useful info from him and we move on to see Nathan Summers (aka X-Man) training with Forge. After Nate has a temper tantrum he wanders off in a bad mood because he feels that Forge still treats him like a child, which is the perfect frame of mind for him to be in so that a less-than-ethical guy like new member of the group Essex can take advantage of him. Despite Forge’s orders for Nate to keep his power usage to a minimum so as to avoid detection, Essex is like, “Hey boi, can u fly, tho?” Then Nate’s all like, “Dunno, son. Let’s give ‘er a go, eh?” X-Man then does a few aerial laps around the forest clearing they’re in, after which he and Essex decide to keep this little experiment to themselves.

Later on the group is discussing what their next plan of action should be when Essex pipes up and tells everyone that he just so happens to know about a lab that is integral to Apocalypse’s plans that they could go and try to sabotage. The group hesitantly agrees to at least go check this place out and where they end up is the facility where beast performs all of his twisted mutation experiments and creates Apocalypse’s army of homegrown goons. When the group spots some members of the Madri (who, to recap, are one of the many groups of particularly dangerous mutants in Apocalypse’s employ, all of whom I find it hard to keep straight from series to series and issue to issue), the consensus is that they should peace out, but X-Man has other plans. And those plans consist of diving into a fight head first to destroy some of Beast’s equipment.

Following the obligatory fight scene of the issue during which X-Man substantiates Forge’s concerns about him not being ready for a real fight, the team retreats to an abandoned farmhouse to get some rest. Desiring answers, Nate sneaks away and, with new girl Theresa (who now goes by the codename Sonique because of her sonic scream powers, and also because Jeph Loeb can’t help himself when he has the opportunity to give characters unnecessarily weirdly spelled names) in tow, takes a little trip through the astral plane to the would-be X-Mansion in Westchester, New York just as he did in the previous issue. There he once more observes Magneto, who can’t see or hear him and Theresa in their astral forms. As it turns out though, Magneto’s young son Charles CAN see them and, freaked out by all this, Theresa somehow breaks their “psi-link,” sending them back to the farm.

Finally, Brute, the biggest, strongest and dumbest member of Forge’s little band of merry men, has an epiphany about where he recognizes Essex from and confronts him in a barn. Just as Brute calls Essex out as actually being Mr. Sinister (which, I mean…we all knew that’s who he was, but they hadn’t come right out and said it until now), Domino and her gang show up and pose menacingly for some of Jeph Loeb’s overbearing “Hey, it’s a cliffhanger!” narration.

I enjoyed this issue of X-Man much more than I did the first one, which is due in no small part to the fact that there’s nary a mention of Shakespeare nor traveling theater troupes this time around. Steve Skroce’s art, while, as I mentioned before, would get much better in subsequent years during his Marvel tenure, is still a welcome addition to the line-up of AoA artists. Conversely, if you couldn’t tell from the amount of jabs that I took at Jeph Loeb’s writing in the preceding review, his dialogue and narration hasn’t grown on me at all. 

This issue marks the official halfway point of my journey through the Age Of Apocalypse. Part of the reason why I began reading Uncanny X-Men starting at #300 all those months ago was that I wanted to experience an era of X-stories that I’ve always felt I’d missed out on. Another part of the reason for starting this little project of mine was that, while I love the X-Men, I haven’t been able to get into any of their recent runs or stories. So many mainstream superhero comics these days seem to have a “every story arc has to be 5-8 issues long so that it neatly fits into a trade paperback for the aftermarket even if the pacing and storytelling suffer as a result” vibe to them. Those earlier days of superhero comics rarely worked out into neat little story arcs and flowed more naturally as episodic, ongoing stories, which is a style of superhero comic storytelling that I sorely miss these days. 

While I’m glad that I’m finally taking the opportunity to scratch the Age Of Apocalypse off of my bucket list of comics that I’ve been meaning to get around to reading for years, I have to admit that, even though I’m largely enjoying it, AoA does have a bit of that larger storyline stink to it that I was hoping to avoid. The experience has been largely positive though, and while I’m excited to move past the Age Of Apocalypse and tackle some more of the random issues and stories beyond it, I am very curious to see how this whole crossover event is going to wrap up. 

Onwards and upwards, true believers!

- R.

[thehardkandy]

mad that I never got this amber flux story to work the way I wanted, man

it’s so good. but at this point I’ve twisted it around so much I don’t know what to do about it

At it’s core, it’s about a woman in a fantasy world who was traumatized so deeply that it manifested as a physical abscess & her only recourse to have it removed was a vicious type of magic being the titular amber flux

The idea of flux is that you can literally rip the skin of reality, and depending on how deep, you have access to flux of varying potencies (spellcheck says that’s not a word but u know what I mean) that can be anywhere from a tingling topical anesthetic to infinitely corrosive & hungry

& so she goes to this clinic where one can have this treatment done--has the treatment done by this woman, who warns her aggressively that no matter how bad she feels now, the amber flux will worm its way into her skin over decades until eventually that pain is even worse than the one she experiences now

she does it anyway, ofc--there’s some other stuff surrounding this that has changed, draft by draft. Sometimes, the magistrix asks the protag to write herself a letter to tell herself that this is worth so that she can read it later, sometimes this is because the flux will fully make her forget the trauma, sometimes it’s just because she won’t know how the trauma made her feel. Regardless, it happens, and then the protag feels so good that she asks the magistrix out on a date

the plot then follows them over years, watching them fall in love, get married, even while our protag begins to feel the twinges of pain. the gnawing hunger in her back that will only get worse

her wife, of course, only feels worse as her times goes on. seeing the suffering she caused (at least, I tentatively decided to keep that part); the magistrix eventually decides to retire because she doesn’t want to do to anyone what she’s done to her wife. her wife, the protag, though decides she wants to become a magistrix (at least in subsequent drafts--im tentatively attached to it as well) because even if it hurts, like it was worth it, right?

but then.... then i never feel like i get a resolution that means anything. i always just fizzle out once all those pieces are on the table. to we watch our protag until she’s in such bad pain she would finally rather die--or do we leave her earlier, in pain but at least determined that it was still worth it. I experimented with the og magistrix being the POV (when I was writing with the focus on her guilt, since that was always present in every draft regardless)

but it’s like

arghhhhhh

i wanna rip my hair out

i wish i could start this over with a clean slate and just take it a new direction, but i dunno how to do that. it’s not like I even know what I wanted to say

I tried one draft where between every single scene we had exerts from the letter our traumatized once-protagonist (since magistrix was the POV in this) wrote herself that just illustrated all the self loating and pain she was experiencing before the procedure (juxtaposed against the new POV’s guilt). But even while I didn’t mind the effect, i frankly don’t think this story is about the trauma in particular because I frankly don’t have one i want to represent, nor do I want to just pluck one from the world. so that falls off the table again

idk mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

should just go back 2 starting new shit

[resilientreader]

1-98 for asks like we did a million years ago, I dare you

i knew the MOMENT i saw the notif in my inbox that it was gonna be YOU pulling this shit and i crossed my fingers when actually clicking, HOPING i wouldnt have to answer all 98, maybe you’ll be tame this time, but no! this is what you’re doing to me. and ykno what, Fine. u dare me and i Will do it. i hope u rb the asks post so i can do it to u too, tho

1. coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars

3. bubblegum

4. that smart student who always read instead of actually paying attention

5. soda from glass cups is the best

6. its hard to just Decide between all these styles so ill say which one applies to mine most, which i Gotta say has to b preppy even if i want like goth or grunge to b mixed in

7. headphones

8. good omens, fmab, castlevania, uhhhh. those are just the ones ive watched so far this summer

9. my grandparents’ home. which is kinda weird but i have a lot of summer memories there

10. i sucked at like Everything in p.e., there Was no best

11. leftovers

12. i cant choose a favorite playlist?? /some/ of them, tho, are soar my ethereal heart, neither here nor there, mountainside storms, and sync of my heartbeat. so like any of my more recent ones

13. lanyard

14. i had to google a list for this bc honestly i always eat just chocolates but i like starburst

15. fahrenheit 451 was a rly fun read. ray bradbury’s writing gave me inspo for metaphors and writing and such and it was rly nice

16. sprawled across one of those comfy armchairs where i can swing my legs over one arm n lay my head on the other one

17. my black converse

18. cool temperature and rain without storms, or a cloudy day that lets me take a nice walk

19. on my side if i can but on my back otherwise

20. on my laptop, in google docs, to be more specific

21. winnie the pooh

22. idk?? i try not to look to just one person for a source of “this is how i should be”, so i guess,,,, a mix of family members and then a couple like more famous ppl??? which would basically consist of one of my aunts, my dad, and jenna marbles, to keep my Brain Process for role model stuff simplified

23. i dunno if any of the habits i have are strange?? i bounce my right leg and my right hand kinda. like. shakes when im nervous. i cant rly think of anything else i do tho i Know i probably have other habits

24. amethyst or pyrite

25. ur really just assuming my memory is good enough for this but if i had to say, it’d be any popular song from 2009 specifically

26. hide in my room with a fan and ac

27. read with a blanket wrapped around me or smth

28. atlas: six by sleeping at last, flaws by bastille, atlas: five by sleeping at last, she by dodie, and neptune by sleeping at last. there are probably more/better ones but those are the first ones i found

29. listen. be open with me. talk with me. not to sound like that person, but sharing ur life secrets is a rly big ice breaker for me because it helps let me know i can trust u. but also idk im a really awkward person and can accidentally distance myself from ppl so when ppl notice theres smth up w me or even do the bare minimum of doing Their part to maintain a friendship, that’s always rad as shit when idk how to communicate what i need

30. my room, my high school’s auditorium, the local barnes and noble

31. black boots, black jeans, any button-up shirt that’ll match that combination OR a really cool sweatshirt

32. im a bad bitch, you cant kill me. road work ahead? uh, i sure hope it does. it is wednesday, my dudes! welcome to chili’s. i love you, bitch, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.

33. probably “omg” or “oh my god”

34. sc johnson. a family company.

35. i dont even have one but on a good night like 10-11

36. the troll face memes

37. suitcases feel much more organized

38. lemonade

39. lemon cake

40. ummmmm....one time a tech/theatre kid left a paint can sitting out in the open accidentally and a person took a shit in it or smth then knocked over the can, spilled a bunch of paint, and tried to clean it up w a broom and proceeded to like snap the broom in half. then they ran away to leave the kids to clean it up the next day. i wasnt actually there for that but ive heard the story firsthand enough times to Know

41. my dad

42. jacket pockets

43. hoodie is what i wear, tho everything else is Very Good

44. lavender

45. fantasy, my dudes

46. this set of pjs i got for xmas w a soft tshirt and matching baggy flannel pants

47. colby jack

48. uhhh a banana?? i could probably give a better answer if i was more

49. i dont rly live by a quote or saying, i just Go for it

50. my sister has probably done smth before to like Break me

51. everything ever but mostly myself

52. arial

53. uhhh...kinda worn? my nails aren’t doin so good and i have a couple scratches and stuff that Still havent healed after a few weeks

54. get a move on

55. the ugly duckling

56. tradition is kinda vague but i like that it became tradition for me and my siblings to go to my grandparents’ home every summer

57. i think im still overcoming like everything ive been faced with ever

58. writing? listening, helping, giving advice. idk tbh like talents who?

59. "jesus christ, my dude”

60. a fantasy/comedy, or at least if its gonna be fantasy with death and stuff, it should be dope as fuck

61. "isn’t vulnerability the opposite of being in control?” from a webcomic called aerial magic. super simple but the entire scene leading up to it,,,,,so good

62. umm fuck! i dont kno whether favs r usually ones that i relate to or ones that i wanna b like but??? keith from voltron, jirou from bnha, chromedome and/or rewind from transformers/mtmte, sypha from castlevania, and jayfeather from warriors

63. planetary (go!) by mcr, the seed by aurora, hayloft by mother mother, the cup/halloween blues from relient k, choke by i dont know how but they found me

64. coolmath was THE shit

65. yes! two on my leg from a surgery i had to get to realign my femur, bc i snapped the bone in half

66. lavender, snowdrops, hibiscus

67. i dont really have any, mostly bc i have a hard time attaching like. That sorta meaning to just random objects, but i do still have a small teddy bear stashed safely away in my room from when i was a little babee

68. pickle-flavored pringles. disgusting. would not recommend

69. lions’ roars can be heard up to 5 miles away from the original source

70. right handed

71. horizontal stripes, i guess? there’s not much wrong with them but i just Never wear them

72. math

73. i dont usually eat /weird/ flavor combos, even tho ill eat basically anything, but i like ketchup in mac and cheese sometimes. or fries in shakes. chicken and waffles. stuff like that

74. 11

75. idek honestly, my memory is too bad

76. hashbrowns

77. i dont kno a Lot of plants off the top of my head other than the Basic ones but literally any flower in a windowsill is like bone apple teeth in my mind

78. sushi from a grocery store. publix taught me that grocery stores can, in fact, be trusted when needed

79. my school id photo

80. earth tones

81. fireflies

82. pc

83. writing

84. talk radio is nostalgic but podcasts are always more entertaining to actually listen to

84. polly pocket

85. mythology with a dash of fairytales

86. cupcakes, because of my dog’s name

87. abandonment

88. to grow unbreakable attachments with everyone i care very deeply about and grow into an old age with them, or something

89. i feel like answering this question totally honestly would hurt ppl’s feelings, but also i literally could think of like 4 people to put down for this and i’m bad at deciding, esp w smth like this, so. not to b vague but These People kno who they are

90. becoming a part of a certain website with a bad crowd and managing to pick out the good apples in such a rotten batch

91. boxes

92. lamps /and/ fairy lights

93. i dont rly have any but my parents call me hannah banana. that’s ab it, tho

94. fall/winter? it kinda is inconsistent because fall has bad weather in florida but winter is when like everything has Gone Wrong in life these past few years, but then fall has such a GOOD aesthetic and my birthday is in winter, so they’re pretty even rn

95. uhhh??? thats such a weird thing, to try and assign a “favorite” app, but the only thing i could think to say would be spotify just bc i use it so much on my phone, even if the app itself isnt the greatest

96. i havent set one, actually, bc im lazy and havent found anything that’d fit

97. 2 and a half

98. the part where fish were learning that they could walk on land

[justkillingtimewhileiwait]

Thanks Angel 4x15 One shot

So both @cpdcfcmed7410 and I received requests to write a follow up scene for 4x15 and well, being besties, we decided to combine our writing styles and do a one shot together. Hope you enjoy it! You can also find it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12381711/1/Thanks-Angel And here: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5104405/CPDCFCMED7410 ///// "You about ready to go?" Erin asked Jay, rubbing her hands together as she made her way back into the bullpen from outside. She still couldn't believe the audacity of Scrap. She'd busted her ass to get his brother off and he acted like an ungrateful ass. "Yeah, just give me five," Jay replied, barely looking up from the paperwork he was hurriedly filling in. He was anxious to get out of here tonight, more so then usual. He had negotiations to get under way. Erin went and sat in her chair, not bothering to take her coat off since they'd be leaving in a minute and she'd already finished up for the day before she sprung Scrap. Leaning back, she let her gaze fall across the isle and watched Jay work. The hunch of his shoulders stretched the fabric of his shirt as he leaned forward over his desk. She knew exactly how warm and smooth the skin was there. She knew her lips fit perfectly in the curves between his muscles and shoulder blades. She knew she could draw a line of kisses eight freckles long from behind his ear to the curve of his arm. He absentmindedly bit at the corner of his lip as he concentrated and Erin licked her lips unconsciously as she imagined the feel of his teeth gently sinking into her lip instead. Her belly tightened as her eyes fell on his arms, knowing exactly where his veins bulged from exertion as he held his weight off her when he lay over her. Goosebumps rose on her skin imagining his strong hands playing over her body. Her eyes continued to wander over his features, daydreaming. When she refocused on his head, she was no longer staring at the semi trained waves on top that she knew tightened into unruly curls when wet but into the blue of Jay's eyes. They were dancing with amusement as a smirk spread across his face. She felt her cheeks redden, knowing full well the cocky bastard had caught her fantasizing about him. "I'm ready when you are," Jay chuckled, suggestively raising his eyebrows at her. Erin rolled her eyes at him but she didn't suppress her smile as she got to her feet. "Good because I'm starving!" "Of course you are," he laughed. "Where am I taking you for dinner?" "Wait, you're buying?" She teased in mock surprise. "Yup, whatever you want." He replied smugly. "Hmm, in that case," Erin tried to think of the most expensive restaurant they'd be allowed into wearing jeans. "Oh no," Jay said with a mix of humour and apprehension. Erin laughed again as she made her way ahead of Jay down the stairs, affording him the opportunity to let his eyes roam over her backside, appreciating her curves the way she'd been doing to him moments ago. He couldn't wait to get his negotiations started. He half expected her to say no when he'd all but reduced himself to begging to have first go at driving their new rig. It had been worth the grovelling though. So worth it. And now that he'd had a taste he felt it necessary to renegotiate the terms of their partnership. He wasn't going to insist he drive from now on, he couldn't expect her to give up that kind of control, nor did he want to take that from her. If he were completely honest it was kind of hot his girl was such a badass behind the wheel. But he didn't see anything wrong with them splitting the driving. He knew she felt safe with him, trusted him. Surely she would see the fairness in sharing the driving fifty-fifty? Of course he'd make sure to properly thank her during the negotiations too. When the waiter finished pouring the glasses of wine Jay suggested they order, forgoing the pints of beer they usually opted for, Jay held up his glass. Erin cocked her head to the side, amused, but raised her glass to toast with him. "Thanks Angel," he said tipping his glass against hers with a wink, knowing she'd understand he was appreciative of getting to drive the truck earlier tonight. Erin laughed out loud. The raspy tone always made his heart beat speed up. "You're welcome grasshopper," she replied cheekily. Jay made a face at her. He wasn't sure he liked this new nickname but he'd play along if it got him what he wanted. They teased and bantered over dinner, unwinding from the intensity of the day. Jay loved this time with Erin, when they transitioned from partners to lovers with their easy friendship bridging the two. It was sometimes difficult keeping things professional and focused on the job but it was always easy coming home together. It wasn't hard to watch Erin slowly lick the chocolate cake from her fork as she savoured every bite of their shared dessert either. God he loved the way this woman appreciated food. He was also getting anxious to get home. After paying they headed out. In the car Jay decided to start negotiations. “So I was thinking,” he started, letting his fingers softly dance across her thigh as she drove. “Oh yea,” she said giving him a sideways glance and a smirk. “Yea. You trust me, so I was thinking we should at least split driving fifty-fifty,” he said letting his fingers dance closer between her legs. She smacked his hand away trying to focus as she drove. “Yea I dunno about that,” she said holding in her smile. “Erin,” he started but refused to beg again. “I’ll make it worth it and you know it,” he said squeezing her thigh as she looked for a parking spot outside the apartment. Erin slightly chuckled as she parked. He was right. While everyone thought she wore the pants in the relationship, Jay dominated in the bedroom. And really their relationship was fifty-fifty like it’s supposed to be. Maybe it was time she let everyone see that because she did trust him. As they got out and headed in she said, “What do I get for fifty-fifty driving?” she asked. Jay leaned down and whispered in her ear exactly what he planned to do to her. Erin let out a shiver as she bit her lip. “We’ll see,” she winked as they headed up. Once inside the apartment, Jay pushed her back against the door and kissed her hard. He left her breathless as she held on to his neck. “I’m just getting started,” he whispered picking her up and carrying her to bed. Erin squealed and giggled as he tossed her on the bed before stripping. He knew she’d been admiring him earlier while he finished paperwork so he’d let her get a good look before he properly thanked her. He knew she was totally turned on by the time he was completely naked and crawling over her kissing. “Patience Erin,” he whispered, kissing her lips. Erin arched up, her jeans and sweater rubbing all over him. He pushed her back to the bed. “Patience,” he said again making her growl. He slowly stripped her, worshipping her body with kisses as he went. Once he had her naked, he sat back on his heels just admiring her body. “So….. about driving fifty-fifty,” he whispered, his fingers softy trailing over her thighs and hips as he used his knees to spread her open. “I dunno,” she said watching him as she tried to lay still. “Make it worth it, and we’ll talk,” she smirked. “Oh it’ll be worth it,” he said kissing her hard. He put her hands above her head on her pillow. “Do not move them,” he said. Erin just watched him, panting for breath, as he kissed down her body. He grabbed her hips giving them a gentle squeeze as he eyed her up and down. He loved the effect he had on her, loved that he did this to her. “You will say yes,” he smirked before blowing a breath across her. Erin wiggled and he grabbed her hips holding her still. “Don’t move,” he said again. He held her hips as he slowly lowered himself to the bed. “Jay,” she panted knowing he was going to do exactly what she loved to get his way. “You’re an angel,” he whispered before his tongue snuck out and licked her up. Erin’s hips arched, a moan escaped, and her hands came down to tug his hair. Jay pulled back making her moan and toss her head; “I said don’t move,” he said moving her hands back. A whimper escaped her lips and he knew he had her. “I mean it Erin, don’t move,” he said getting a nod from her. He pinned her hips again before slowly licking her once more. “Jay,” she moaned as he did it again. “Say yes,” he whispered keeping his tongue moving super slow just savoring her. Erin just grunted moving her hands back to his hair and tugging. Jay immediately stopped again and put her hands back. “Don’t make me cuff you,” he whispered nipping at her ear. “Fuck,” she panted arching against him. Jay smirked as he slowly kissed back down her body setting her on fire. “So wet,” he whispered slowly licking again and letting his tongue lazily circle her clit. Erin whimpered and moaned, her head tossing side to side at his torture. “Say yes Erin. Say you trust me enough,” he whispered slowly doing it again. “Jay,” she whimpered, her hips arching as he pushed them back down. “Say it,” he whispered nipping the inside of her thigh. “Yes, God yes, please,” she moaned. Jay smiled and placed a soft kiss on her clit. “Yes what?” he whispered ,spreading her lips wide to him. “You can drive. I trust you,” she panted as she locked her eyes on him. “I know you do,” he smiled before his lips locked over her clit and he sucked hard. He didn’t let up even though her hands made it back to his hair, tugging. He sucked and flicked her never letting up. She tugged hard on his hair letting him know she was about to come as she moaned his name over and over. He slid two fingers in her still sucking her clit and she exploded moaning and screaming his name. He licked her up letting his fingers rest in her as she rode it out. As she caught her breath he slowly eased his fingers out and kissed on her. “You’re an angel,” he whispered again kissing her lips. “Your angel,” she smiled locking her legs around him. Jay kissed her hard as he slid into her. “My angel. My Erin,” he panted. She nodded, her eye glassy from their love making and her love for him, being surrounded in his love. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered just needing him. Jay buried his face in her neck, his control slipping from needing her all day. Thoughts of taking her in the truck having floated through his head. He kissed and sucked on the sensitive spots on her neck as he thrust hard and fast. Erin held on knowing this was exactly how the night would end after letting him drive, needing it just as much as him. She arched into him, squeezed him, kept him going until they were both teetering on the edge. “I’m gonna come,” she panted arching up hard. Jay’s moan was the only answer she needed that he would too. She arched up again and squeezed him tight sending them both into oblivion. It took several minutes for them to come down and he snuggled her after. “You really are an angel,” he whispered, making her giggle as they basked in the afterglow. “You’re welcome grasshopper,” she giggled as he groaned, snuggling her close. @bushferlove @cpdhalstudfan @cb150681

[ripplestitchskein]

so if Jen does leave while ouat gets renewed..would u still watch?. I think A&e are confident in a Renew but idk if Jen or bobby want to continue. I also think they'd want to keep Colin even if Jen left.

Fuck no I wouldn’t. There is no show without Captain Swan.

Like this show is honestly, imo, absolute shit without them as a factor. Hastily cobbled together storylines and plot holes and terrible character development, very little forward momentum, the same storylines rehashed over and over and over. Like this season could be any other season.

I dunno what kind of magic they worked for CS and the characters of Emma and Killian but it certainly doesn’t translate to anything else on the show and they are too dumb to recognize that their stories kinda suck, Regina sucks, she’s boring and hypocritical and infuriating to watch and not in a “love to hate, she’s so complex” way in a “wtf are they doing with this completely dull shitty character” kind of way.

Like seriously watching other television that isn’t this show has been such an eye opener to how terrible it truly is. Like the quality of writing, character development, story structure etc is so far away from other shows available right now to watch I’m amazed I put so much feeling and effort into it?

And now it seems like all the credit I did give them, parallel story structure and thinking they had some grand long game in mind was pretty much bullshit, they put zero thought into any of this. The wish realm solidified that, they honestly are just showing up for a paycheck and throwing shit at the wall and trolling fans for fun. It’s actually really terrible behavior.

I really can’t express what an awful feeling it is to realize that you’ve been fooling yourself for years thinking they had some grand vision in mind and writing hours and hours of meta and analysis, thinking they know what they are doing with these characters only to learn that they really don’t, nor do they care. They just want to make their idiotic plots happen regardless of how it effects the mythology or the established characterizations.

So no , I wouldn’t. At this point I’m subsisting off scraps of scenes of my favs, hoping they don’t continue to fuck up them up even further, and that they get the happy ending I’ve been waiting for without some dumbass plot twist A&E think is so clever.