#ffff except for the last one

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

Honestly, WTF

Dear Future Husband,

Have you ever wanted to just scream at your mother "OMIGOD! SHUT THE FFFF UP!!!!!!"?

Cuz if you haven't I don't know if you'd ever actually understand me.

I went to a shiva call last night with MotherLivelyHeart and one of the sons of the deceased is a man in his mid 50s, who has been divorced multiple times.

He's a funny guy. He seems nice enough in general. His job is something minimum wage (I assume based on the description) that he has been doing for a long time despite having the background and knowledge to do something more with his life. (I know, who am I to talk, right?)

Well, right before we left he asked my mother about her husband (spoiler: she doesn't have one) and he asked me about my age and situation (spoiler: mid-30s, not married). And he then asked why I'm not married (spoiler: just read this blog). I told him that everything happens in its right time.

While I was saying that he (as a cross-talker from a family of cross-talkers) asked something like "you're just not ready?"

And MotherLivelyHeart, she should live and be well, started going off about how "SHE IS READY! She's BEEN ready! She just needs to get married already and MOVE OUT!"

Except she went on longer than that about all her kids and our situations and how it breaks her heart and all that crap. Like, OMIGOD SHUT UP. THIS DUDE DOES NOT NEED TO HEAR THIS, NOBODY NEEDS TO HEAR THIS! STOP ASSUMING YOU KNOW WHAT I AM AND AM NOT READY FOR! STOP TALKING ABOUT MY SITUATION WITH A TOTAL STRANGER, AND OMIGOD JUST SHUT UP!

(Also, I guess she's already forgotten how much I actually do for her and how much help she needs on a constant basis because of how much pain she's in all the time, but whatever.)

So anyway, then this man said to me "I know a guy. He's a doctor." But considering all the jokes he'd been cracking earlier, I kinda' thought he was kidding in that old NY Jew kind of way "I knowa gai, he'sa dakta'." You know what I mean?

My mom then cracked some quip about all Jews being doctors, he laughed, and we left.

Well, on the way home, my mother says to me "You know he's been divorced multiple times, right?"

And that seemed kind of out of left field so I was like "Uh... Yeeeah?"

And then she said, "I think he's interested in you."

So I said, "No, he said he knows a guy. He's a doctor."

And she said, "Oh, I didn't catch that."

I was like, "What? I thought that's why you made that joke about all Jews being doctors."

And she said, "No, I just heard him say the word doctor and thought it was apropos."

Like, what?

But either way... what the hell was she trying to get at there??? I think he's interested in you. Like, ok... and?

Was she trying to tell me I'm oblivious to guys' interest in me? (spoiler: I'm not)

Was she trying to gauge if I was interested in him? (spoiler: I'm not)

Was she trying to tell me I shouldn't be interested in him? (spoiler: I'M NOT)

Did she think I WAS interested in him!?!?!? (spoiler: I'M NOT)

I left that entire interaction so confused.

It's been hours and I still have no idea what she intended to say with any of that.

Regardless, dear future husband, you are not he and he is not you. For I would never marry a man old enough to be my own father.

Cuz ew. Just ew.

For the record - yes, I am an agist.

Because ew. Just ew.

-LivelyHeart

Ps - absolutely no shade to anyone who does date way out of their age range because everyone has different tastes and different life experiences that color their tastes. My taste is "not someone young enough to be my child or old enough to be my parent."

[aapothic]

Shiori simply shrugged, not knowing where exactly this conversation was going to go. It was better to be blunt than to pussyfoot around the subject because no one asked questions like that normally.

“Don’t know what to think. Guy brings you back to life, there’s no reason not to be indebted to him, yeah? Except everyone keeps giving him side-eyes, whispering behind his back, the paranoia practically radiating off of them that it makes my teeth hurt. They don’t like him and no one will ffff—... fricking tell me why.” She stopped herself at the last second; she got the feeling he didn’t like swearing in his house.

His brows scrunched in the center, not sure how to interpret her answer. “‘Comparisons’?” He mirrored.

Scott listened as she continued. No doubt, a loaded sentence. Loaded with suspicions from others and more importantly her own. “Did you think otherwise?” Scott asked quietly, treading lightly. Granted, he would advise it’s never a good idea to compare one set of parents to another. Scott’s situation was certainly out of the status norm, and in no way something he would advocate. It was a struggle, finding the right balance came with many years of trial and error.

However, Shiori was also a situation outside of the status norm. He never pried, allowing her to open up when she wanted, he knew enough to know her upbringings were unconventional. Hell, most kids were in this line of work.

[pangolinheart]

What things do you most want to see in someone's OC? Or what do you always find the most interesting? Or stimulating, if you're in that sort of mood?

Hmmmm this is a difficult question! There are a lot of things I like about other people's OCs, and it changes depending on the character. My tastes are really varied. I can't really say there's anything I want to see in people's OCs, because they're meant to be how the person who created them wanted them to be.

I guess the easy answer is that I like to see characters who feel like real people. Characters that have a healthy mix of strengths and flaws, and strengths that become flaws and vice versa. Characters who have opinions about the things happening around them that are based in experience or core personality traits. Characters that grow and change over the course of a game or story. But I think this is something everyone likes in characters.

When it comes to fan OCs, one thing that I really admire and find interesting is when they really add to the world's lore without totally breaking it. I'm always so impressed with peoples' ability to synthesize canon lore into something new and interesting - extrapolating from it, or filling in its gaps, or even just adding an element that seems to make the story more cohesive. It can be with in-universe cultures, or biologies, or societal norms, really anything. Oftentimes this is with a backstory, but not always. I think it's so cool and engaging and displays a lot of creativity while still being understandable to other fans.

Also in fan OCs, I love seeing their relationships with different canon characters, whether they're positive, negative, romantic, platonic, etc. I think that for an outside observer the way that characters interact with the npcs/canon characters can tell you a lot about the oc's personality, values, and personal tastes. It's also an interesting way to get a new perspective on a canon character. What makes another person's oc dislike a character that yours loves? What makes another oc go feral for a canon character that you're kind of "meh" on? Those sorts of things are really interesting to me. I also really love characters with symbolism. I'm no good at it myself, but I love when characters have some sort of image or theme that pervades their character - especially if it's represented visually, like in art. I don't know why, I've just always liked it. People who are good at symbolism are so smart and powerful.

Another thing that I think I have in common with many people is that I like to see good character design (though good can mean a lot of things.) It's great to see characters who are visually distinctive. Sometimes it's because they have a unique or unmistakable feature. Sometimes it's because they have a design that's cohesive and pulls together their hair/features/outfit/etc. Sometimes I don't know why and I just look at someone's OC and think "WOW that's WONDERFUL." The last one I'll add is that I really like to hear people's little headcanons about their OCs. Stuff that isn't necessary to their backstory or part of their larger story arc, and may never make it into a fic or art, but still makes them feel more real. What are their hobbies? What kind of food do they like? What's their pettiest pet peeve that drives them crazy? What's the most embarrassing thing they've done? What was their favorite subject in school? What's a weird talent they have that no one knows about? This is part of why I like reading people's responses to ask games - you get lots of little tidbits of information that you might not otherwise know, and it makes the characters feel more grounded and relatable.

[maglors-anion-gap]

Celebrimbor and Gil-Galad for the Duobingo.

I have no clue what I think their relationship is so I'm asking for a second opinion

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Hi I am ridiculously late answering these ffff....

(Anyone who wants to send in a duo now is welcome to do so, I promise I'll answer them this time)

So you might be looking at this bingo card like "ummm some of these basically contradict each other, what is this??" and it's because I like a couple different readings of these two. I can understand them getting along just as much as I can see them lowkey disliking each other.

Narratively, I find them very tasty. Both of them are killed by Sauron. Both of them play similar roles as strong politicians building some of the most successful intercommunity alliances in the legendarium (gil-galad and the last alliance, celebrimbor and the dwarves). Their political work is positioned as healing (in some amount) wrongs done between communities (the last alliance is in some ways the reconciliation of elves and numenor, and the revenge of numenor against sauron; celebrimbor with his partnership with the dwarves heals rifts caused in beleriand). So I think they make if not friendly then competent political partners. Grounds for a friendly or unfriendly reading.

I don't think gil-galad has massive issues with celebrimbor being one of Feanor's line. Celebrimbor repudiates his father; nothing in the text suggests he is rabidly in favor of the oath or in support of any oath-driven political decisions his family's sect makes. So from a threat standpoint, I think it would be lowhanging fruit to say they dislike each other over this. However, this is where "sniff each other through the door" comes into play because I can see pride being important to both of them and while celebrimbor is not all that dangerous (in a malicious sense) I also don't see him as someone who hates his family, there's nothing in text to support that, he puts the star of feanor on the gates of khazad dum all those years later, and his pride, as tolkien puts it in some of his letters (and scientific curiosity, and urge to embalm/protect/direct) is what drives him to craft the rings and makes him susceptible to sauron (and this isn't me, like, bashing celebrimbor, I think his motivations seem Good even if they are prideful, like they're not mutually exclusive). I can see this unsettling gil-galad, who is on the throne simply because no one else is alive and galadriel has her own pet empire. celebrimbor could be an enemy if he wanted to be.

gay af to have a sworn rival: if they're enemies, refer to the old quote (unsure of the source) "everything is about sex - except sex, which is about politics."

better in fanfic: tolkien says a lot with a few words and he says very little about these two in connection to each other.

siblings: I have some very niche "trans!curufin is the father of gil-galad" ideas that would mean these two are (half)brothers. You could run a feanor&fingolfin parallel there, if you went with a turbulent relationship vibe.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

um

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Axis and Allies when they run in to their s/o who just dipped out one day 7 years ago with no warning or explanation, except she’s a mom now! And hey that kid looks... uh... kinda familiar... and they’re how old now?

(Basically Axis and Allies find their ex and meet their child who is a dead ringer for their country parent)

Mmmm angst *slurps the spilled angst off the floor*

Ffff- I need to come up with reasons as to why their S/O do this~ (• J •;)

Oh and C/N means Child's Name.

Allies and Axis see their S/O with their kid of 7 years.

Allies:

America:

His S/O ran into him on their way home, and the store they were in had something extremely specific they couldn't find anywhere.

So they took their chances, not really expecting to see America again.

But they did, and it was a long pause in silence.

S/O could physically how hurt he was, but the sight of a child, even if it was obviously his, made him turn around to walk off.

His S/O didn't know what to expect, but him walking away was not one of them. They picked their kid up and went after him.

"Alfie- He's yours..."

He stopped in his tracks, eyes already red, but scrunched in confused anger.

"Why didn't you tell me? After all this time... Why?"

His S/O walked closer to him, not wanting to stir up unwanted attention.

They explained that they were scared their lives wouldn't work out. They were worried he'd be so busy traveling and enjoying life, a new family would weigh him down.

Giving another hard swallow he went to walk away, only for the kid to be eyeing him from his S/O's shoulder.

Neither of them meant to act like this in front of the kid, but none the less America found a way to console them, promising to do what it takes to show how much he cared. About both them, and their child.

Even if it took a few akward phone calls.

England:

His heart shattered. Standing right across the road was his S/O.

And in a spur of the moment he ran across beeping traffic, and stopped barely 10 steps away as he notices the kid.

Part of him hated the fact they ran off, and was happy they crossed paths again. The other part of him wondered if running across a busy road was worth it.

He looked at his S/O, then at the kid, silently asking if it was really his.

A quick nod from his S/O and he immediately knelt down to talk to the kid, making his S/O tear up.

"Hey kiddo. I'm... You must be S/O kid right? I'm an old friend of theirs... My name's Arthur..."

The kid looked up at S/O for approval to interact with this 'stranger', to which they agreed.

"Hi... I'm C/N... How are you?"

England had to fight back tears at this point.

"I'm doing good... Very good. It seems S/I taught you well, you're very polite..."

The kid nodded, saying thank you.

Only later did he find out that his S/O left, thinking he wouldn't want a kid, and it was going to ruin the relationship.

From them on he did everything he could to make up all the lost time, silently worrying over why they'd think he'd wouldn't want a family with them.

France:

He was brutality heartbroken the day they left. Like, this is a HUGE no, no to do to him.

At first he thought they were missing, but when it finally became clear they just left him, he got really cold.

Right up to the point of seeing them in public, on the streets.

Eyes locked, and his S/O expected him to be romantic about, fully preparing to reconnect.

Not what happened. He walked up to them, a crunched up face, obviously smitten with them.

"Why are you showing your face around my home?"

Pain on both sides of the party. His S/I wouldn't be able to get a word in as he assaulted them with questions and accusations as to if they even loved him.

Only when the sound of a small kid calling out for S/O did France freeze.

He was shocked, and looked at his S/O wise eyed.

His S/O gave a vague explanation.

"I'm sorry... But I wanted to raise them outside of a busy city. I told you were I was going to be, didn't you get my letter?"

He shook his head no. Watching his S/O silently cry in front of them.

And in one forgiving swoop he held them close, tears falling from his own eyes as he gave apologies.

After he was done with his S/O, his child was next, he spun them around, immediately repeating the fact he was their father, making the child giggle as well.

China:

Even though he felt close to his S/O he got over it quickly, also being use to people leaving him for whatever reason.

He never expects relationships to last.

But seeing a familiar face, I should say familiar faces, standing at his door made his heart pond, and ache all at once.

He wanted so badly to hold them, but he needed answers.

S/O ride broke down near by, and they needed a place to stay. This was the only place they could think of.

Once the kid was put to sleep, both adults doing an amazing job of keeping their cool, things started to unravel.

He asked about the kid, and why they left. Being told his S/O was simply a bit overwhelmed finding out they were pregnant, so they decided to leave made him almost laugh.

To him it was a ridiculous reason to leave, so he was the one to ask them to stay.

Russia:

He did not do well when he realized his S/O wasn't coming back anytime soon.

He felt their relationship was at its peak, only for them to disappear? Yeah, not going to happen.

His S/O might think they were better off but Ivan, had other plans. He wanted to know why. Was there someone else involved, more specifically.

He hired people to watch them, and when he learned there was a kid involved it angered him. He had to fight every nerve to not go find his S/O himself.

Only when he saw the kids eyes, a brilliant purple, did it click for him.

The reason why they left didn't matter, and he gave them time to change there mind.

When those 7 years past (if even) he went straight to where they were, demanding answers.

His S/O had to explain they were scared having a child around could complicate things. Especially when Ivan himself was trying to change as a person.

That news turned his anger into hurt. He wanted nothing more than to be family with his S/O, and having a kid as well? He already made vows to change, so he became a little more self aware after this event.

He went great lengths to learn about parenting, to the amusement of his S/O.

Though he won't admit it, he is kind of bummed out over the fact he was never able to hold his own kid as a baby.

Axis:

Germany:

Heartbroken wasn't the word to use.

He got a bit more, pig headed for a month or so, but got over it. Assuming it just wasn't meant to be.

However, after seeing a child that looked like a splitting image of him hanging on his S/O's hips said it all.

He literally walked up and straight up asked if the pregnancy was the reason they left.

His S/O sheepishly agreeing.

He gave a sigh, asking them if they'd still be interested in being together.

From there the next few months were spent patching up their relationship.

Japan:

He had to be convinced several times, to leave his room.

Eventually he moved on, but still missed them

So the look on his face when he finds them at an old restaurant they use to meet at, was quite the look.

He cursed himself for the sensation of meeting for the first time.

It was like his body moved on it's own. Up until he spots the kid. Then he tried to backpedal.

Not Because he wasn't happy about being a father (possibly), but he wasn't ready for the news.

He only got so far before his S/O called out his human name. To which he froze and turned around with a bright red face. Obviously understanding the situation.

Surprisingly enough the three of them seemed to connect and get along like it wasn't a super akward moment.

He almost all forgot to ask about why, but saved that question when C/N wasn't around.

He was glad to hear it was just because they were scared. Now he's more than happy to try again, and actually kind of excited to teach this small being about anime... And life things but mostly anime.

Italy:

He's the kind of guy to never get over it.

Even though he's fine on the outside, literally everything I'm his home reminded him of S/O

The amount of whiplash he experienced when finding them in his home town made his skin crawl

To him, it was like seeing a ghost, and it was honestly a bit much. Especially with the tiny clone of him.

Naturally he fainted on the spot.

Later on, in the hands of a medical staff, he and his S/O had a long conversation about the why's, and how's.

His heart still sunk hearing the reason they ran away, was because they didn't want to take away his freedom.

Thing is, his S/O was his freedom. So he listed all the reasons why. Freedom to be him, freedom to admit his fears when others would laugh at him.

They were his source of strength, and safety net. So yeah, he wanted them back. Kid was an added bonus.

[motherofwoofers]

A Very Verfound Christmas

This is my gift to @verfound for the LBSC Secret Santa 2020 -Extravaganza! This it a Teen rated fic for some implied thoughts, and the ability to keep up with vague clues! 

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Here’s the thing-

When he’d woken up this morning, he had every intention of celebrating a short work day and another successful year of endless toy making. After all, it was Christmas Eve. Work. Watch the sleigh launch. Rock out in one of the Jingle Halls. Join the rest of the elves in bringing in the Christmas Dawn. Then sleep the entirety of Christmas Day.

As he had the last seventy odd years.

But as of five seconds ago, he was pretty sure he didn’t even remember his own name, let alone what he was doing later tonight, or even what he needed help with-

“What?” Luka blinked rapidly, before clearing his voice. Bright blue eyes blinked back.

“Do you need help with those?” Liquid sugar rolled off her tongue, he was certain of it. There was no other feasible way for her voice to be so sweet and melodic. Liquid sugar from pink glossed lips.

Those?

It took him a moment before his mind snapped back into action. Those.

Those were a pallet of last minute dolls that had been assembled and programmed incorrectly. Which, in reality wasn’t even in his department of toy making. They were his green haired absentee best friend’s. A certain friend who had slapped his ass, clocked off early, and dashed, leaving him to try to figure out how to get an entire pallet of singing ice queen dolls fixed, wrapped, and loaded onto the sleigh before launch.

Except, he really didn’t mind all of a sudden.

“I’m, uh, looking to drop these off with the doll repair department. Except I don’t even remotely know where that is,” he tried to drop his best grin at the end, and bit back a goofy grin when her face lit up red.

“Oh,” bright blue eyes blinked again, “this is the art department.” He watched as a small frown turned down her sweet lips, a furrow forming between her soft dark brows. His heart pounded in his chest painfully as a full pout took over the elf’s face. Then just as quickly, her face was lighting up, eyes wide. “Hold on one second! Stay right there! I think I can help.” The raven haired girl disappeared behind the door he had just knocked on, door shutting with a loud click in his face before his attention was drawn to the loud whirring around the corner.

Pulling the pallet of dolls along, he followed the sound to see a large bay door opening, as well as a sight he’d never let his mind forget.

Back lit by the shop lights behind her, the elf stood before him, hands triumphantly placed on her hips as she grinned at him. Curvy. Petite. And dressed in something he was pretty sure wasn’t the usual uniform. Because if it was, he was switching departments immediately.

Red and white striped stockings ran the length of her legs, a hint of creamy skin revealed where garters kept them in place, before disappearing beneath a red tutu flared out just enough to test the boundaries of cute and oh. A black vest trimmed in glitter wrapped her frame like a second skin, dipping dangerously low in the front. A view he knew would become increasingly distracting the closer he stood to her. He could just make out the twin coat tails attached in the back to round out her look.

Oh, sweet candy canes.

A sculpted arm waved him forward, “Come on in. I’m Marinette by the way.”

He was fairly certain he’d left his jaw on the floor, a good meter behind him, when he tried to respond, “Luka. Luka Couffaine.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Luka Couffaine,” she giggled, leading him further into the shop. Smooth, Couffaine.

Most of the machines and monitor screens were quiet, though some of the holo displays still had their most recent projects lit up and rotating. Lights were slowly kicking back on as they moved towards what looked like a small carpeted studio area, sectioned off from the immense space with a curved control panel. Then there was the color. It was everywhere, on everything. The control panel itself looked as if someone had gone crazy with spray paint and glitter glue. An extreme contrast to his department, where most of the spaces were walled off and smaller, but cozy and themed.

Two different ways to keep inspiration high.

“Go ahead and bring them over here so I can see what we’re dealing with,” Marinette pointed towards an empty space near a work table. As he powered the hover units down on the hand truck, effectively parking the dolls, he became aware of one very specific thing:

The Couffaines definitely had a pixie kink.

Marinette stepped out of heels he hadn't even been aware she was wearing, until she went from chin height to his chest.

And just as she had dropped in height, so did his eyes. Beaming blue eyes, determined pink lips, and --ffff the swell of her chest, emphasized by the matching red bra he could just barely see peeking from beneath. Being tall was both a blessing and a curse. When it came to which one it was right now, he was fairly certain his name was dropping rapidly from the Nice List.

Tearing his eyes away, Luka shifted his attention back to the original problem at hand.

“The doll is dressed in her sister’s attire, and to top it off the music department loaded it with the wrong song. This is the first movie’s song, and not the recent release.” He lifted the platinum haired doll, easily sliding her from the plastic twists they’d been forced to switch too. A small hand reached out to take the doll from his hand, before it was meticulously examining the fabrics. He would’ve expected the petite elf’s hands to be soft and smooth, but they were nearly as strong and callused as his own.

“I think we can fix this. How long do we have before launch?” She swivelled away quickly, setting a few things into motion as she took control. A holoscreen popped up from the control panel, before she flicked it up into the air to hover a few meters off the ground. The countdown to launch was displayed in bright red numbers. “Oh good, we’ve got five minutes until launch. Plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time?” He questioned, a bit disbelieving. Granted, it was a decent amount of time, but how in the world were they going to get it done. “I don’t know anything about dolls. I work in sound effects.”

“They essentially just need their outfits updated, which I can do. And the correct song recorded over their music chip, which you can do.” She was already pulling the dolls free from their boxes, while simultaneously preparing the work space before her.

“Amazing,” he breathed to himself. “I don’t know how to record songs onto these, though.”

“Don’t worry! We used to fix stuff all the time in my old department. You know those toys where the voice doesn’t sound like the actual character? That’s because it’s an elf,” she whispered, even though it was just the two of them. “They’ve got a small recording studio in here, we just need to get the right song track set up and you’ll sing over it. And don’t worry, the program will alter your voice, no talent needed!”

She made it all seem so simple.

He stood there for a moment watching her move about, removing clothes from the dolls, sourcing different fabrics, and selecting different re-hue pens.

All he had planned on doing was dropping them off, and now here he was, fixing them.

But there was definitely nowhere else he’d rather be than where he was right now.

Wandering over to the recording studio on the other side of the control panel, he flicked through a few of the screens that hummed to life, but found it hard to keep his eyes from drifting.

“Your outfit is pretty cute. Were you going to one of the parties or a date?” He watched out of the corner of his eye to avoid facing her directly. But he wished he had when he saw the beautiful rosy color from earlier spread across her cheeks and bloom all the way to the tips of her elegantly pointed ears. “I hope I didn’t ruin any of your plans.”

A tiny squeaked, “Thank you,” came long before the rest of her response. “No date. A celebration actually. I don’t normally dress sooo…..” she waved her hands at her body.

“Oh?” The audio track he needed began to play loudly in the speakers around him, blaring out high notes neither of them were prepared for. Marinette nearly fell from the stool she’d placed herself on, naked doll and hue-pens flying, as he scrambled to turn it down. “Sorry!”

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” Her hands were waving him off as she went in search of her things, dropping onto her hands and knees. He could see her crawling around underneath the control panel, skirt bobbing dangerously. Pale skin flashed, and the bare curve of her rear came into view for a moment’s breath, before her skirt dipped to cover her once more.

“I’m definitely on the naughty list,” he muttered. Taking a moment to himself, Luka closed his eyes and dropped into the swivel chair behind him, swivelling slowly. Think about something else. Anything else.

“Are you kidding me? After we fix this fiasco right before launch, we are going on the Nice list for sure. I would know!” Luka stopped spinning to find Marinette settled on her stool and working on the dolls once more.

“There’s no way you’ve ever been on the Naughty List.”

Mischievous blue eyes looked over at him, sending his heart fluttering once more, before she grinned. “I’ve been on the Naughty List.”

He sat up in his seat, intrigue pulling him to full attention. With an impatient flick of his wrist, the screen between them flew off to the right, taking the lyrics with it.

“Do tell.”

“Wellll, I got in trouble for a little breaking and entering and theft of personal property,” he watched her lips roll between her teeth as she tried to keep up her nonchalant facade. He blinked, surprised none the less.

“Hardcore,” he grinned, thoroughly satisfied when her face flamed up again.

“I didn’t keep it!” She squeaked out and he couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of his chest.

“I believe you,” he winked. Her blush deepened, and she swivelled away to hide the way she bit into her lip. Damn did that feel good.

Pulling the lyrics back in front of him, he set about analyzing the song and tune, easily working silently in the space with her. He took a quick glance at the countdown, and breathed a sigh of relief when it read five minutes ‘til launch still.

Positioning the microphone in front of his face, he lost himself in the song. Testing out his ability to reach with his vocals, muscles he didn’t get the chance to use as frequently as his other band members.

“Wow.”

Luka looked up to find Marinette only a few paces away, clutching a full arms worth of redesigned dolls. The amazement on her face, brought blood rushing to his own cheeks. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and poured more focus than necessary into saving the music file.

“You’re beautiful-- I-- I mean your voice is beautiful! I didn’t know you could actually sing,” she was setting the dolls down and moving closer, the smell of sweet baked goods surrounding her and intoxicating his senses.

“Well, these dolls look like they should be on collector’s shelves.” He lifted one of the ice queens up, marvelling at Marinette’s ability to not only change the entire outfit but make it better than the original. He followed her lead as she sent the dolls through a reprogramming shoot, catching them at the end to repackage them. “You didn’t learn those skills from the mass production team.”

The smile on her face caught his attention. The way it lifted her cheeks, set light to her eyes. She pulled the doll from his fingers, and he realized he’d been staring.

“No. I actually learned on my own. It’s a hobby of mine- making clothes. So doing it in miniature wasn’t too hard.” The machines around him were shutting down as he realized she had already finished packing everything away. Not to be the worst helper around, he carried most of the boxes back to the pallet. “Your voice. It really is amazing, you know.” She turned to him brightly as he powered the hover units back on, and the hand truck lifted from the ground. “You remind me of one of my favorite performers! Jolly Stone!”

“I love Jolly Stone! I’m actually in a band, we’re performing later tonight. If you’d like, you could come watch us perform. We’re not famous or anything. Just my sister and two of our friends.”

“Oh. That sounds fun, but I’ve got my party right after this! Which actually-” she glanced at the countdown- ”I’m late for! It’s five minutes ‘til launch!” He watched her devolve into panic, frantically searching for her things. She looped a scarf around her neck, slipping her arms into a long coat that fell past her skirt. Standing on one leg, she attempted to put her heels on, before tipping forward. With speed he wasn’t aware he’d possessed, he leapt forward catching her in his arms before she could take a spill onto the floor.

Sugar plum fairies were going to be dancing in his dreams tonight.

Delectably sweet smelling, and tantalizingly light in his arms. He found himself molding her small frame to his body as he lifted her to her feet. Those bright blues caught him again, and parted lips begged for him to lean in. Painfully he let his hands drift away from her body once he was sure she was steady, and immediately he wished he hadn’t.

Her next attempt was far more successful, and even still he offered his arm to her as they left the art department. When her hand slipped around his elbow to secure herself, he let the smile show on his face. Then let the grin take over, when Marinette dipped her face down, blush rising up her ear tips.

“I don’t wear heels often. I’m a total klutz, I should’ve known better.” He frowned at her self admonishment, but kept any comments to himself. “I just thought they went so well with my outfit. Plus I wanted to look cute for my party.”

“Right, this party. You said it was a celebration and you’re late?”

“Oh, yes! My old coworkers and friends are throwing me a party for my promotion. I’m actually from district South 12th. I was, um, going through some things. Naughty List and all,” an embarrassed giggle slipped free, but she continued on. “So, when I saw a management position pop up in South 10th’s Art Department, I applied for it. Today was my first day.”

“First of all, congratulations on the promotion. Second, I’m sorry to hear you were going through some things, but I’m not sorry that it led you here. Otherwise I’m not sure I would’ve met you.” He gave her a small bump with his arm, but made sure to keep a tight grip on her hand just in case.

“Me too.” And when he glanced down she was smiling brightly to herself.

“So after we drop these off at Wrappings, I could walk you to your party if you’d like? I have to meet my sister in South 12th anyways.”

“Does your sister work in South 12th?”

“Yeah, she’s in the music department though. Not art, so not sure you’d know her.” As they came around the corner, they found themselves in line with the other last minute toy deliverers.

“I actually have friends in music!” Luka watched as her face scrunched up in thought, nose wiggling adorably. “Hmmm, Couffaine.... Wait a second!” She turned to him, eyes searching his face, furrow finding her brows. “Juleka’s last name used to be Couffaine. Are you related to her?”

And this was the moment when Luka realized that the whole Christmas-Magic-works-in-mysterious-ways thing his mother always claimed, was in fact, real.

“That’s my sister,” he chuckled, watching the excited surprise on her face.

“She never mentioned having a hot brother!” The loud gasp, before she slapped a pale hand over her mouth made him laugh harder. “I mean… she never mentioned having a brother,” she sputtered.

“Of course she wouldn’t. I’m lame in her book.” Externally he was playing it cool, but internally he was pretty sure his insides were about ready to burst. The most amazingly adorable and badass elf he had ever met thought he was hot.

A Wrappings coordinator waved them towards a platform to leave their pallet on, and Luka took the opportunity to calm his excitement, so that he didn’t look like a giddy cherub when he sauntered back to her side.

“You know, Jueka was going to my party. And I’m not sure if you had any other plans, but if you have time before your performance… you could come celebrate with us. It’s not just a coworkers thing. But if you don’t want to or don’t have time, I totally understand. It is last second after all, and you barely know me-”

“Marinette.” Her lips clamped closed suddenly, and those eyes he was beginning to truly lose himself too, watched him.

“I would love to go to your party with you. My performance isn’t until right before the Christmas Dawn. I’ve got all night.” He slid his hands into his pockets, to keep them from reaching out to hold her again. The expressions crossing her face were a mixture of excitement and worry, but he kept his thoughts and limbs to himself while she worked out whatever was on her mind.

“Do.. do you have a date for Christmas Dawn?” So quiet, hesitant.

“Not unless my Ma counts,” he winked, heart beginning to pound again.

“Would you like to be mine?” YES. “I- I mean my date?” That too.

“I would love to be yours, Marinette- your date.” Pulling his hand free from his pocket, he offered it to her. She slipped her small hand into his without hesitation, smile setting her face aglow.

“Shall we?”

[hyunijinremadeonceagain]

fuck you all who told me to watch san junipero im crying now

[ellana-ravenwood]

Professor Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader part 2.5/4 (Erotica-ish)

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Well here we are. I know, I took my sweet time to upload. And this is also only a short update, and a sort of transition. It’s because of this all “December 17th” thing, and how loads of my stories were wrongfully took down. Now everything is back to normal (after almost a month) and I can write what I wanted to initially write...Erotica included. 

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives​.

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The fact that this all thing is wrong kinda evaporates into thin air as your lips moves against his.  

The thought about you two being teacher and student, and that you shouldn’t do this, doesn’t exist anymore. The faint guilt he felt because he thought he might take advantage of a weak moment of yours...is gone. 

Because you’re kissing him too passionately for this to only be happening cause you feel down. And before he knows it, his arms snake around your waist and bring you closer to him. Flushed against him. 

You can’t believe it. Professor Wayne is kissing you. And you’re kissing him.

And this time, it’s real. 

You throw your arms around his neck. One of your hand goes to tangle itself in his hair and he shifts his head slightly to have better access to your mouth and...wow. The man knows what he is doing. 

Exactly like you imagined this would be. Except that it’s him, whose tongue softly runs across your lower lip, demanding access. And you’d be damned if you don’t grant it to him. And it’s...real. 

You’re really making out with him. Fuck. How did THAT happen ? 

Oh, right. Months of friendly banter at the cafe you work at. Him being the best teacher ever, you being his best student ever. You getting mugged, and him taking care of you and...Everything snapping at the same time. 

It actually makes perfect sense. 

In a spur of passion he backs you against his desk, and you’re not quite sure how but you’re laying on top of it now, and he’s above you. You managed to get his coat off of him, and your fists bunch in the front of his shirt, bringing him closer as he holds himself above you, his hands on each side of your face. 

Ffff...You’re really kissing him. And he definitely is kissing you back. And now he’s placing his body in between your legs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders again, to keep him there. But he has no intention of moving away, as his own hands grab your waist and...

The sound of shattered glass makes you shoot your eyes open. 

Surprised, he pulls away from you and look to the source of the noise, praying to every gods out there that someone DIDN’T walk in just now ! 

Fortunately, it’s not that. 

It’s his mug. 

His mug full of cold overbrewed tea just shattered on the floor. 

And totally ruined the mood. 

Damn, of course clumsy you would push that damn mug off of the desk ! Such bad timing ! Or...Was it his fault ? As he was pushing you up said desk a bit more ? In any case, the mug is broken and now you’re suddenly very aware of how close Professor Wayne is to you. 

That mug just fucking ruined the mood alright. Brought you back to that unpleasant thing called “reality”. Made you realize what you were doing. The haze of passion slowly fading away. 

He steps away from you clumsily, and helps you sit straight back up, but takes his time to actually fully move away from you, helping you back on your feet. 

You’re so embarrassed. You avoid his gaze as you smooth your clothes down, looking around the room for the coat he through off of you. 

This is...Awkward. Not as weird as you’d think, but definitely extremely awkward and uncomfortable. You just can’t look at him right now. 

What the hell got into you, kissing him like that ? 

The moment seemed so right but now, after the unfortunate mug incident that kinda also broke this beautiful bubble you two were in...It’s just awkward. 

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He turns to you again, and he feels like he’s back in high school the day he had his first kiss. So bashful. Nervous. Unsure. 

He rubs his neck nervously and just can’t find anything to say. He wants to make you comfortable again as he sees you’re avoiding his eyes but...He just can’t think, for the life of him, of anything to say ! 

He can’t just go  : “nice kiss, wanna give it another shot ?”...or can he ? He knows you’d say “yes”. Wait. No. No he can’t. 

The mug breaking reminded him of where you guys were, and how dangerous it was for you and him to make out here. It would be catastrophic for the both of you, if anyone found out this ever happened. 

But...He does want to kiss you again. Badly. 

He’s pretty sure his cheeks are a nice shade of pink by now, as he gazes back at you and you let out a little nervous laugh, still avoiding his eyes. Damn. He couldn’t even remember the last time he blushed because he kissed a girl. 

“I um...I...We...This isn’t...”

Nope. Really. He can’t think of anything to say. He rubs nervously at his neck again, and wonders were his confidence all went. 

He’ve always been sure of himself. Always was able to change an awkward situation into a pleasant moment. Always been very good with words. But here, in that moment, with you...He’s a little lost. 

He can’t recall the last time he felt like that. Actually, he’s pretty sure he never felt like that before. And it’s a bit scary, because right now, he really needs to say something to make you comfortable again. 

He hates to see you so embarrassed and oh god you’re probably thinking about how big of a pig he is kissing you like that. You’re probably thinking this was a huge mistake and he hates it. 

He hates the simple thought of you maybe regretting this right now, which would explain why you so resolutely avoid his eyes. He hates it. 

Because for the first time in...forever really, he feels completely at ease. He feels like that kid he used to be before his parents’ murder. 

The one that loved to roam around his gigantic house, that was carefree and thought nothing back could ever happen to him or anyone he loved...The realization of this downs on him all of a sudden, and it finishes what his mug started : the mood is most definitely ruined. 

No one will ever know what would have happened if he didn’t realize what he was feeling. He’s pretty sure he would have resumed kissing you, even in this dangerous place, so exposed to someone walking in on you two. 

He’s pretty sure he would have just made love to you, right here, without another thought about anything. And he knows you would have let him...Knows you wanted it too. 

Shit. The mere fact that he thought “making love” and not “have sex” put everything under a new light. Everything that just happened in perspective. 

Shit. Fuck. Oh man. 

Shit...

He takes a few steps away from you, and run a hand through his hair, looking away from you. Taking a deep, slightly panicked, breath. 

Fuck. 

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Oh man.

Ok. What just happened ? 

Sure, things were a bit awkward and all but the way Bruce just walked away from you right now, and was avoiding your gaze and made that...face. That face that you interpreted as him realizing what he just did and regretting it.

Well, it hurt. It actually genuinely hurt. What did you do ? Was it because you got all embarrassed ? Maybe he thinks you’re too immature ? You did just act a bit in an immature way by being so damn bashful because of a broken cup ! 

And Professor Wayne is...Well, he’s a mature man. Older than you for sure. More experienced too. And oh jeez now you’re thinking about Miss Kyle. 

Wonderful, sexy, probably way more experienced than you too Miss Kyle.

Oh what if you were a terrible kisser ? So bad in fact that he had to process it for a while and was only now regretting it and...He looks at you again now, and there’s something in his eyes you can’t really pinpoint. 

It kinda freaks you out. Because this kiss changed everything. You hate yourself for feeling that way, for being such a naive girl, but...it really did. 

So far, you thought you could ignore your growing feelings for Professor Wayne. After all, it was just a crush. So many others had a huge crush on him too, just in your class. And on campus, he was known to be beloved even by those who didn’t take his class ! 

A crush, you could deal with. A crush would pass. A crush was just a phase, and you just needed to meet another guy or girl that was fantastic and boom, the crush would end. 

But this kiss...This kiss, it made you realize that it wasn’t “just a crush” anymore. Somewhere along the way, during all your banter at the cafe, and those months of talking and such...You kinda fell for him. 

Anyway, where were you gonna meet someone as fantastic as him ? Even if you were still in the crush phase, you were doomed...So the fact that he just walked away from you like that, and was now sighing a lot and running his hands in his hair way too much and just staring at you so intensely...It freaks you out. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He says, and your heart drops. Well, this all thing was cut short. You barely had time to kinda fondle each others, and kiss, and it was already over. 

Because you were sure that his “I’m sorry” was going to be followed by a “we can’t do this you’re my student” or some bullshit excuse like that. This kiss started because he wanted to comfort you anyway. 

It was in the heat of the moment. You felt vulnerable, and he was taking care of you and it just kinda happened. Sure he kissed you first but...but...but...

You wanted to cry again. And you hated yourself for that. Damn. What a damn whimp you were being, crying over a guy you didn’t even date. Just made out with. Suddenly. And then it was over, just as suddenly. 

You sucked it up and turned to him. 

************

Oh no. No no no no no. He could see in your eyes that you totally misunderstood what he just said. He could read you like a book (well, it was easy, given the fact that the corner of your eyes were damped again). And he had to clear the situation quick, before you’d find an excuse to bolt and avoid him for the rest of his life. 

He knew you enough that it could be a possibility, if he wasn’t quick enough. That you could decide to act before he could, and run away. From his understanding, you did that a lot. Whenever there was a situation that was too much for you to handle, you’d “run to hide in your room, and watch your favorite TV show or something, to take your mind off of everything”. 

You told him that, one evening, when the café was calm and you were able to actually sit with him while he was having his ridiculous coffee order and beloved beignet. 

“I’m not sorry I kissed you ! I mean I was, I really was. Until you kissed me in return. Like I’m sorry I kissed you first, but I’m not sorry I kissed you !” 

He mentally face palmed himself. A thing that he found himself doing a lot, when you were around. You always seemed to make him loose any mental capacity he had. 

He knew he was a smart man. A quick thinker. But whenever you were around, it seemed like he was just a stupid awkward teenager at times. Like right now. He couldn’t gather his thoughts properly. 

More often than not, he would think about doing something, and then you’d come in and...All his plans would burn away. Like the fact he promised himself not to go easy on you in classes, or how he always say “I’m just ordering an espresso and a beignet and then I’m out”, but ended up staying until the coffee shop would close...

And now you were smiling, and it made him loose his train of thought even more...He somehow managed to continue : 

“I’m sorry I...don’t remember. I don’t remember why I was saying I’m sorry. It made sense, I swear. Oh and now you must think I’m an idiot. I promise I’m not.” 

You smile some more at him, apparently relieved, and say : 

“I know you’re not. You’re my professor, I know how smart you really are...” 

There’s a mischievous tone in your voice and...Oh. Perfect. You’re totally making fun of him now. Mentioning the fact he’s your teacher as well...You wicked wench. 

He can see in the way your eyes are smiling, that you’re enjoying him stumbling on his words and such. Maybe because you’re glad you’re making him feel that way ? If it’s the case, then he can ignore the little humiliation of being such a doofus in your presence... 

“Right. Yes. I am. Um...What did I want to say ?” 

“I don’t know, I’m not in your head. You were talking about being sorry, but forgetting why you were sorry because you definitely are not sorry you kissed me.” 

Fff...It’s fascinating, how you always seem to manage to turn situations around. 

He saw you countless time spilling coffee all over you at your work, and each time you started by being flustered and embarrassed, but always manage to crack a joke and make customers laugh. 

Quick witted. Smart. That’s what you were. He lost himself in your eyes for a second, and the childish grin that spread across your features. Coming closer to you once more, reaching for your waist. 

Damn you were beautiful. He really wanted to kiss you again...Wait, no ! That’s what he wanted to say ! 

“Ah ! I remember !” 

The sudden way he exclaimed this makes you jump a bit in the air, and you take a few steps back, putting some distance between you two again. 

This time, it’s his turn to grin, though he had no intention of jump scaring you. You shake your head and sigh, and give him a “what the hell ?” face before he continues : 

“I’m sorry because I...I put your entire future in this school in jeopardy.”

You’re confused for a second. Ugh ? Wasn’t it the other way around ? 

“Gotham uni has very strict rules about romance between its faculty members. And even stricter ones about this between teachers and students. You would have been in trouble if we were to be found out...”

“Wouldn’t you have been in more trouble ?” 

“Actually, no. I’m a well loved teacher here, and people know that I’m...liked. Most likely the board member would have given me a warning but fire you for trying to bribe me with...With...” 

You turn white, and then red. But not from embarrassment, from anger, as you say, outraged : 

“What ?! Those bastards ! You kissed me first ! They can’t expel me for that !” 

Bruce smiles and gently reminds you : 

“Well, they’re not. We weren’t found out. But if it happened...you would have been expelled. I know this. More than once a few of the board member hinted at me that they um...”admired me” for my self-control, what with all my beautiful students and all, flirting with me constantly.” 

“Gross...”

“Yeah, I think so too. I actually always was disgusted by the mere thought of me ever hooking up with a student because...It’s just not right.” 

“...Thank you.” 

“What ? Why are you...Wait no shit. That’s not what I meant ! Until now I always thought...Uh...Would you please stop looking at me like that ?” 

“Like what ?”

“Just...Turn around.”

“...Are you serious ?” 

“Yes, yes I’m serious, turn around !” 

For the tenth time that night, Bruce slaps himself mentally. 

This definitely not was how he pictured his big revelation. His explanation to you about how he felt about you. Nope. He thought he was going to be all smooth and all, and that you would swoon over him. 

It’s...interesting, how he’ve always been able to be charming and flirty with people he didn’t care about, but was always so clumsy with people he actually liked. 

It used to be the same with Selina, at first, when he thought he loved her. Though after a while he regained his smoothness and wittiness...maybe it’d be the same with you ? Just awkward at first and then he could regain his “sexy charming charismatic professor” status ?

He shook his head, and looked at you. Your back was to him now, and he slapped himself mentally once more. “Turn around” ? Really ? Ugh. 

He just couldn’t think, with you looking at him like that. With your...Eyes and all. Um. Well. This wasn’t his most brilliant moment for sure. 

With yet another sigh, he turned back to you. Or rather, to your back. Without seeing your face, he knew you had that “what the hell ?” expression back on. 

“I..In my head, I prepared a all speech about how I was sorry I endangered your education just because I couldn’t resist kissing you anymore. I was going to tell you about how those months of talking at the cafe meant more to me than it appeared. How I never went there before, up until I realized you worked there. How I’ve never been so impressed with someone’s essays. How I didn’t want to call Selina anymore. I prepared a speech mentally, to tell you all this, and now it’s all coming out wrong and sounds like I’m regretting it but I don’t. I really don’t. I’m rambling nonsense right now, because of how much I don’t regret kissing you. I’m sorry I did it here, putting your future in danger. But I..I’m...I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry about kissing you where anyone could walk in any seconds and therefor risking you being expelled. And that’s the third time I say that, sorry. And I was also trying to insert somewhere, in my speech, something about how you were the only student I ever looked at this way, because your essays move me, because you’re more hard working and smarter than most, because you go beyond my class to learn and...I don’t know, I just think you’re awesome. You make me feel like a teenage boy right now. Jeez, did I just say you were “awesome” ? Do you see what you’re doing to me ? You turn me into a stupid kid who can’t talk normally and who’s STILL blabbering right now. You must think I’m an idiot. And oh look, we’re back a few minutes ago when I said exactly that. Yet I’m still talking. I still hear myself talk. And you’re not helping me you’re just listening. I bet you kinda like that uh ? Me rambling. Not being that collected and calm as I like to present myself usually ? I know you like to lightly mock people. You said it once, in the cafe. It’s your witty sarcastic side, I love it. Especially when you talk back to Fryer, that little shit...Wait why am I talking to Fryer right now ? See, once again I don’t know what I’m saying ! I prepared a clear, short and to the point speech in my head, and I can’t seem to shut up ! But here it is, what I meant : for the fourth time, I’m sorry I kissed you in such a place, and like, was ready to...on the desk...wait scratch that, it makes me sound like an asshole, I didn’t...I mean I did want, I did want you but I...um...I’m sorry. Will you go out to dinner with me ?” 

By the end of his clumsy and extremely cute speech, you already had turned back to face him. He claimed half his speech to your back, but when he started to talk about how special you were, you couldn’t help but turn to him. 

Wow. You would have never thought that Professor Wayne could get that flustered. And all of that, because of you. This was great for your non existant ego. And the way he was looking at you now, hopeful that you wouldn’t turn him down after his long monologue ? It was sweet. 

It made you feel nice. Confident. And damn, only this man could make you feel confident like that ! It reminded you of all the comments he wrote on your essays, encouraging and praising you. He had just the words to make you actually feel special. 

With a smile you say : 

“Well. I kinda want to kiss you know but I wouldn’t risk getting expelled so...Friday, 8 pm ? Let’s meet at Gotham’s piers. Like you can’t come pick me up at my dorm so...Yeah.” 

“Goth...am’s piers ?”

“Yeah. You do know where Gotham’s piers are right ?” 

“Yes.” 

“So...8 pm next Friday ?” 

“Um yes, yes good. 8 pm next Friday, Gotham’s piers. Great. Good.”

“We’ll talk about this more then, then ? I wouldn’t wanna be expelled for hanging out that late in your office, you know.” 

Oh. Ooooh evil wench. The way you smiled, the spark in your eyes. You were taunting him. ...You were playing a very dangerous game. But before he could do anything, you were walking out of the classroom. With a last look to him, you said : 

“See you tomorrow then, Professor Wayne.”

The emphasis you put on the word “professor” made him shiver. You continued : 

“For what it’s worth, and as bad an idea as it actually was...I would have let you.” 

He’s confused for a second, and asks : “Let me what ?” 

“Oh you know, on the desk.” 

You wink at him and just like that, you’re out of his office. 

Oh. My. God. Did you just...imply that...Oh. Bruce had never felt so flush before in his life. He had to sit down. Wow. Well. You were definitely something else. He couldn’t believe how things turned out tonight. 

From you having a mental breakdown, to him not able to not kiss you, and then rambling for ages to...this. Wow. 

Friday 8 pm. Gotham’s piers. For the first time in his life, Bruce Wayne was excited about a date. 

************

Your apparent confidence after Bruce told you he thought you were special and wanted to date you (basically) had completely vanished. 

It was Friday. 7:45 pm. And you were on pier 9 (the one you agreed to meet on) and pondering wether you should run away or not. 

This past few days had been very unnerving. Probably as a vengeance for the infamous “desk” comment you told him before leaving (the hell you were thinking about ?! Damn, confidence was a dangerous thing, it made you say things like...that), Bruce drove you crazy the past few days ! 

You started to talk with him discreetly via post-it notes that you hid on your essays and in papers he was passing around. It was exciting, to try and not get anyone to notice ! 

Fucking William Fryer saw one of the notes he wrote you and made a spectacle out of it ! The note read : “Those jeans you’re wearing are really working for you...They are also really working for me, too” and was of course one of the most daring Bruce send you. 

You had to invent a bullshit excuse, in front of the entire class, blabbering about your boyfriend putting such post-it notes in your stuffs for you to find during the day and blahblahblah...So embarrassing. 

It highly amused Professor Wayne. Of course it did. And then every evening, he’d come in the cafe as if nothing ever happened and it. Drove. You. Crazy ! 

He was good. He was really good. And definitely making you pay for this little desk joke (though it wasn’t totally a joke, if things had went that far that night, you definitely would have let him take you right there and then, on his hopefully sturdy desk). 

And because of those last few days of him kinda toying with you masterfully (the man WAS more experienced), you were now a mess of stress and oh my god this first date was going to go horribly, and he’d realize you weren’t that special and end everything before you could even...

“Hello, miss (Y/L/N).” 

Your heart skipped a beat. Actually, a few beats. You turn and here he is... 

“Shall we ?” 

He says charmingly, giving you his arm. And man he looks good. 

************

Best. First date. Ever ! 

You have no idea how he managed it, but he somehow remembered every single thing you told him you liked. He first took you to a restaurant serving your favorite food, to then go to an “escape room” (of course you loved nerdy puzzle solving). He actually took you to the one known to be the toughest, called “E. Nygma’s house of Enigmas” (not a very original name but ok) and you had a blast, solving puzzles with him ! 

You made it out of the escape room barely in time before the countdown, and you’re pretty sure the owner of the place, the conveniently named “E. Nygma”, was kinda pissed you managed to get out. Apparently you two were the first to achieve this feat. 

Bruce then took you for a walk in the park, and you talked for ages while drinking coffee (you laughed way too much when the  barista thought the double espresso was for Bruce, and his ridiculous coffee order was for you...apparently, the poor barista couldn’t even fathom a man like Bruce getting such a ridiculous kind of coffee).

After making some fun of him, he took you to the park. You sat down on a bench and talked way too long, about anything and...

It was a great first date. And it felt like you and Bruce had been friend since forever. Things went so smoothly between the two of you ! You had lots in common, but also a lot of differences which made things perfect. 

The difference in age wasn’t really noticeable, in the end, because you were...”special”. Mature. Incredible. 

He showered you with compliments all night, and by the time it was time to go home, you were a blushing mess and just didn’t know how to respond anymore...

How could a guy like him think you were such a great person ? Such a beautiful woman ? He dated people like Selina Kyle before you for god’s sake ! And yet, he managed to make you believe every single words he said. 

Probably because he meant all of them...Here we go again, Bruce Wayne, the only man that could make you feel so good about yourself ! 

Somewhere along the night, he told you to call him “Bruce” (people around you were starting to give you weird looks, because you kept calling him “professor” while you two were clearly on a date...they probably thought it was a weird kink or something), and his name rolled naturally on your tongue. 

Just like your name rolled on his. 

You were actually disappointed that the night was about to end. It was really late, starting to get cold and...You really should get back to the dorm. 

You both knew it. And so he stood up and said : 

“Well, I guess I should get you home uh ?” 

************

Yeah. You never made it to your dorm. 

He was driving you back to the university, and somehow, ended up driving back to his own apartment. 

It was all kind of a blur. He stopped his car at a particularly long red light, and you mentioned the fact that he couldn’t really give you a “good night kiss” on campus, so he really should give it to you know. 

When he obliged, things got quite...heated. Only a car behind you honking at you to move as the light turned green brought you back to your senses. Damn. Making out with your professor on the passenger seat of his car was quite something. And, just like that, you both changed your mind about “going home”. 

He was still taking you home, just, not your dorm. 

You barely paid attention to his apartment as you entered and as soon as he closed his door...He was all around you. 

Backed up against the door, your legs around his waist. 

How the hell did you loose your shirt so fast ? And wow you never undid buttons from a dress shirt that fast before, but here you were, undressing him expertly. 

Your hands ran up and down his muscular chest and damn, the man really was working out. He was even more ripped than you imagined...Your touch made him groan and the next instant off were your pants ! 

He caught you in his arms, and walked to his bedroom. Laid you delicately on his bed, and still kissing, you guys managed to get rid of the rest of your clothes. 

Wow. You never thought of yourself as a “sleep on the first date” kind of girl. Especially not with...Him. You thought it would take a few awkward dates. If it ever happened, to be honest ! Because you were so sure he would quickly discover how un-special and plain you were ! 

And yet. Here you were, on his bed, stark naked, fumbling with the zipper of his pants to take it off as he was furiously making out with him. 

That first date you dreaded so much went perfectly well. Better than you’d ever thought ! And...Oh jeez you’d just never thought you ever ended up here ! 

And now he’s making you dizzy by peppering your neck, chest, belly, with soft wet kisses and...Wow. 

He looks up at you with hungry eyes, and stops.

No. No what ? Why did he stop ? Is he having second thoughts ? 

He hovers over you and looks at you. One of his hand goes to softly caress your cheek while the other rests beside your head. 

“Are you ok ?” 

You’re taken aback by his question. I mean, it’s very sweet of him to ask but you were pretty sure that the way you kissed him, and moan whenever he sucked at your skin was pretty self-explanatory ! 

You nod, not trusting your voice right now and he looks so intensely at you...it makes you a bit self-conscious, and you close your arms around your chest, trying to hide yourself from him. 

He frowns, but also seems worried...You avoid his gaze, insecurities flying back in. Until he kisses your cheek. 

As simple as that. He doesn’t touch you anywhere else, just kisses your cheek. Your forehead. Your eyelids. Your nose. 

He hovers over you, in his glorious nakedness (and he looks VERY good), and you can definitely see all his thoughts aren’t really that pure as he’s hard as a rock (you can feel it, brushing against your thigh whenever he bends down to kiss you tenderly). 

But he doesn’t make a move regarding that. Instead, he kisses your all face, before going back to your lips and licking them sweetly. 

You open your mouth to him, and your tongue dances with his for a moment, before he pulls away again and this time goes to kiss your neck. From where it joins with your shoulder, to your ears. 

He doesn’t miss a spot. And then he goes back to kissing you on the mouth. 

Slowly but surely, he goes down, and down, and down. 

When he reaches your breast, he stops going back up to kiss your mouth, but his gaze doesn’t leave yours. 

It’s incredibly sexy, the way his eyes fixes on you, as he proceeds to kiss and lick at every inch of your upper body. Going slowly, making sure “you are ok”. 

And then he reaches that sweetest spot...Looking at you, you nod. 

You are soaking wet – have been soaking wet – and you can see him smiling in the moonlight going through his apartment window, as he teases you softly with his finger.

And then his tongue slips into your hole. His fingers are gripping your thighs as he eats you out. His tongue laps at your wetness before flicking across your clit.

And you kinda loose control. You knew where he was getting at with all his ministrations, but you didn’t expect him to be that good at it. You let out a whimper as Bruce’s tongue keeps flicking across your clit. When you let out a stifled moan, he moves his face away.

"There’s no need for you to be quiet...(Y/N).” 

Him using your name in that situation makes you even hotter, and to his great pleasure, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he laps at you again. 

His face is against your pussy and his tongue is back, flickering and sucking on your clit. You make small noises as you arch your back. You know you are grinding your pussy against his face but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to like it from the way he is working you over.

One of your hand is gripping the bed as your other hand grabs his hair. And hearing the small aroused growl he lets out drives you wild. Ok. Something to remember, his moans are sexy, and he likes his hair pulled. 

And then, without warnings, you are comming. Your hips are bucking as you are. Bruce is holding onto your waist as he laps at your pussy, tasting you feverishly. Your head rolls back and all you can focus on is how fucking good you feel. You have never cum from a guy eating you out before. Most of the time, they had no idea what they were doing. Clearly, Bruce does. The perks of being with an older more experienced man ? 

Then you are laying against the bed, gasping for breath. He is climbing on top of you and is kissing you again. He tastes like you as your tongues meet.

You want to give back to him, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he reaches for a drawer in his nightstand and takes a condom out. He lets you wrap it around him though, which is already something you guess...

He lines himself up with your entrance and gives you a last questioning look. He wants to make sure you’re ok with this...You nod once more, unable to say anything else and then...then...

He slowly pushes in a bit, then pulls out, just to push back in again. Bit by bit, slowly. Working you open softly, without any brusque gestures. He takes you slowly, delightfully. 

His dick carefully entering you inch by inch, until after a while, he’s fully sheathed inside you and stop moving. 

You felt no pain. The way he poked inside you a little bit just to pull out again, and then back inside a bit further...It didn’t hurt at all. Yes. He really knows what he’s doing. 

You wriggle against him, wanting him to move now, and he gets the message. He bends down to kiss you passionately as his hips rocks against you steadily, purposefully, slowly. 

And it’s...amazing. 

Your moans die in his mouth, and when you join his rhythm by moving your own hips his growls die in yours. 

Your both panting mess, as you move together, in perfect synch. 

It’s sweet, and it’s loving, and it’s something else. 

You’ve never experienced that. He makes you question so much about yourself...up until now, you thought you liked it fast and hard. But here he was, taking his time and building your pleasure more than anyone else did before. 

You were sure that he could get rough if you asked, but this was...a perfect first time with someone. Perfect first time with him. 

Learning to discover the other’s body, at your own pace. Finding all those sweet spots. Touching and kissing.  

You came a second time without even realizing it was coming, shaking against him and tightening around him. Soon after, he followed, and fell at your side, exhausted. You cuddle up against him, and he holds you close. 

As simple as that. And once again, it feels utterly natural. As if you alway knew each others. As if you’ve been together for years. 

This..This was really a great first date. 

************

Six months of utter and perfect bliss ! 

You’ve been secretly dating “Professor” Wayne for six amazing months. 

The secrecy of your relationship didn’t really bother you, you knew it wasn’t forever. None of you said “I love you” yet of course, it was way too early and for now...for now you were just appreciating being with someone who just seemed to get you so completely. 

From talking about forensics for entire nights, to mocking each others’ coffee taste. It was awesome. 

You’ve never been so glad before to live in such a huge place as Gotham. The chances of you and him being out and running into someone you knew were very slim, and in six months, it didn’t happen once. 

More often than not, you’d spend the night at his place, and would take public transports back to uni (he couldn’t really drive you there..not now at least). 

You took each other in every room on every piece of furniture in his apartment. You were so complementary in everything, sex included ! 

You couldn't believe your boyfriend was...Damn. And he couldn’t believe how happy he felt, how carefree and...damn. 

Sure there were a few bump in the road, it wasn’t always easy to act as mere student and teacher every morning, but it was still good. You were fuming in jealousy whenever a fellow student went to flirt with Bruce, and more often than not you wished you could yell out loud that he was yours and that just the night before, you two were a bit adventurous and ended up finally doing it on the very same desk (the door to the office was close of course)your bitch ass was leaning on trying to flirt with him! 

But those were minor setbacks. 

Other than that, things were doing great. And you were finally in a good mood...Dating someone like Bruce was such a huge help, on every aspect of your life. He help for your studies, but also helped you “growing up” etc etc. He...He was great. 

And you were a breath of fresh air for him, the fact you were younger a blessing in the end. But he knew that the age difference wasn’t really a problem...and once you both realized that it was too late to care about the teacher/student thing...Plus you were so smart, witty, sarcastic. You never hesitated to tell him exactly what you thought, and you were...just exactly what he needed to “live” again. 

Yes. Everything was great. Or...So you thought. 

************

Things were getting serious. 

You still didn’t say “I love you” yet, but it was spring break and he asked you if you wanted to come with him to San Francisco...This seminar he tried to avoid ? In the end the Uni principal kinda forced him to go. 

But he figured that if you came with him, things would be more bearable. Besides, San Fran’ was a beautiful city and you never even really left Gotham before ! 

It was exciting. And it also meant...Yes. Things were getting serious. 

Good. There were times when you were a bit worried, because you two really had to be discreet...But the only reason you had to, was because of stupid school rules. And Bruce was risking his reputation just to be with you. You were risking your education for it too ! It meant something right ? 

Yes it did. Besides you knew there were a few times he almost said those three beautiful words, and a few times ou almost did. 

It was getting serious. For real. 

Which wasn’t really a surprise, given the instant connection you had once you started to truly talk and such...

At times, you knew Bruce felt a bit guilty. And that dating you was unethical for him and he struggled with it sometimes...But the fact he was still sticking around and actually kissed you first and asked you first on a date and all was reassuring. 

His concerns were normal. He was just always afraid to ruin your life or something. To take advantage of you even if you voiced more than once how much you liked when he “took advantage” of you. 

You understood him nonetheless. You understood him so fully...Or so you thought. 

Today marked the date you were suppose to go to San Francisco with him. It was established that you’d meet at Gotham’s train station and take a train to NYC to take a plane there to San Fran (it was the cheapest option + it allowed you two to spend a night in NYC that you always dreamt of seeing). 

You were waiting, with your bags, at the station when he arrived.

Instantly, you knew something was wrong. He seemed...Colder than usual. He didn’t go to take you in his arms, or kiss you, as he always did when you two reunited secretly. 

He kept his distance, and kept looking back behind him as if waiting for someone and...Your blood froze. You heard your heart broke. 

Selina Kyle. 

That’s why he wasn’t walking straight to you. He...Wait...what ?

She had her hand in his now, and he was turning his back to you. What the hell ? 

Your brain refused to work, and you stayed there, frozen in place, looking at them. He kissed her passionately, wrapping his arms around her like he did with you. He kissed her more passionately than when you saw them together years ago, when they were suppose to be together, and you were a mere freshman on campus. 

What...What was happening ? Were you having a nightmare ? 

They exchanged a few words you didn’t hear, and she went into the train that was going to NYC. And then he turned to you, and walked slowly in your direction. 

You couldn't utter a word, he started anyway : 

“Hey Miss (Y/L/N). So. Um. This thing between you and I, it’s over. Sorry to be so abrupt, but I figured it would be better. Like ripping a bandaid you know. And sorry if I made you think it was leading anywhere...Selina called me back a few days ago and made me realize something. I love her. You...You were just a distraction, I guess.” 

Wh...What ? Each words coming out of his mouth was like a knife in your heart. It sounded so surreal. As if you had been thrown into a bad telenovela with a hundred plot twist a second. 

“Don’t look at me like that (Y/N), you knew what you were getting yourself into. I mean, what did you expect ? I’m your teacher. I had a momentary...moment of madness I guess. Your smile was cute. And you’re smart, I always liked smart women. Seeing you hurt that night it all started, kinda triggered a protective side in me too, that I mistook for attraction. But I’m...I’m in love with Selina. Everything is clear to me now.”

You just wanted him to stop talking. Silently, because you had nothing to say, you picked up your bag. Stared at him. You didn’t even feel angry just...Empty. 

And stupid. Oh so stupid. 

Of course. He was right. Confirming all your insecurities. How could such an amazing man ever even like you ? 

“All those things I told you. They’re true you know. You are special. You are...beautiful. You are an amazing woman. You’re just not the one for me.” 

You shake your head. And you smile at him. Of a sad fatalist smile. This was harsh to hear, but...What could you do ? You know that you can’t force someone to love you. Besides, he was still being nice. Still standing by his points, saying you were great. 

“You’re just not the one for me”. Of course you’re not. And you’d beat yourself up for ever thinking you might be. You should’ve known that if Selina Kyle was ever back in the picture, she’d be the one ! You were just one of his plain student. That he had somewhat of a crush on, maybe. And that helped him get through lonely nights. 

You felt dumb. Not angry or anything. Just...Dumb. You smiled sadly at him again, and shakes your head one last time saying : 

“I’m such an idiot. Sorry. Bye B...Professor Wayne.”

And you leave. You have nothing else to say. And you don’t want to hear him anymore. You barely register that he was still talking as you left and you...you just feel empty. And so dumb, that you’re so hurt by this..You should’ve known. 

You should’ve known.

You’re not good enough for a man like Bruce Wayne. 

************

Looking at you leaving, Bruce sighs and climbs in the train, joining Selina. He looks sadly out of the window, at your form disappearing in the station’s crowd. 

The six months of bliss were over. 

To be continued...

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Well. Hope you liked it. Actual chapter 3 coming out soon (way longer than this transition one, AND will contain ACTUAL smut not just whatever this little thing was), and in case you’re wondering  why instead of a 2.5 chapter I didn’t just add a new one and made this series “5″ parts...it’s because I don’t like the number “5″. Totally logical. All that to say : this was just a quick interlude written in an hour at 4 am because I suddenly had inspiration about it, and blahblahblah. Bonus, I guess. I’m aware a lot of things happen in it, and it’s probably very shitty. If it sucks, it’s because I wrote this while being very sleep-deprived, like I wouldn’t be surprised if some paragraph makes no sense, and know I won’t have time or the want to re-write it later as it’s often the case when I have a spur of inspiration for a story, once it leaves it’s over for the chapter and I have to restart everything and ugh (yes, trying to find meself some excuses...). On that note, I’m off to bed. 

Just a reminder : feedbacks are always MORE than welcomed ! And reblogs became a vital part to spread my work around now as I don’t appear in Tumblr searches anymore :). My last story, the one with Jason and reader drinking tequila, got a lot of feedbacks and all and I’m CONVINCED it’s thanks to all of y’all that were nice enough to reblog and share it <3. 

[ryouverua]

Ryoma Hoshi FTE - (Kaede #1)

Last but not certainly not least!

..... I swear that wasn’t a joke about his height -

Jokes aside, he may be one of the ones I’ve been looking forward to the most.

We caught him right in the middle of some deep thought, huh?

Why is Ryoma so good

Me, seconds before remembering what happens with Kaede: Oh good, he needs a friend! .... Aw, damn it.

Apparently he likes these and I, uh, I’m afraid I don’t get it, but please enjoy I guess. 8′)

Just hearing you acknowledge it is good!!!

One (1) second after Kaede shows any sign of displeasure: I’M SORRY IF MY PRESENCE IS SUCH A BURDEN ON YOU

except said in a more cool and tragic way because it’s Ryoma fuckin’ Hoshi and I love him

.... Y’know, I’m not quiet about the fact that I think Kaito is one of the most emotionally-intelligent people in the class, along with Kokichi and Angie. I could probably talk about it a lot, tbh. But they only stand out so much because they’re in a group of very aware people in general (as well as.... a lot of duds). I’m not surprised to see Ryoma showing this kind of awareness. For the little screen time he got, he always felt incredibly mature and intelligent in all areas.

Another reason why he had to make a quick exit, I imagine...

ghghgkh

It turns out that the perfect man is also hilarious.

Damn it Ryoma that’s totally my style of deadpan observational humour

Oh shush Kaede, it was funny.

I can’t help but think he just attempted to tell that as an actual joke and the fact that it fell flat with her embarrassed him aaaah no don’t pull your hat down -

hnghgh this makes me want to be with my boy again... I’m so glad I didn’t do this FTE last year

......... I’m realizing more and more that Ryoma and I have the same style of talking and humour sometimes. The guy is fluent in sarcasm, but in a way that flies under the radar. Damn it, I really like that.

I-It’s okay to like animals!

.... So, random theory that no one asked for.

This whole topic of animals seemed really random and shoehorned to me. The segue between being tired and having an animal around was a bit of a stretch. But Kaede brought it up, right? And Ryoma even said she tricked him, like she was purposefully going out of her way to get him to say he liked something?

I think in the timeline when she does this FTE, she went and looked at the student profiles, saw that he liked Russian Blues, realized that it was a cat breed, and then went out of his way to talk to him about animals based on that! If she was going to approach him, she already knew that he was trying to avoid people and didn’t find joy even in his talent - so (for once Kaede, I’m so proud of you!) she researched what he did like in order to get to know him on that angle.

.... it’s either that or I did some mental-gymnastics on behalf of the writers who wanted to get him to talk about animals with her but couldn’t figure out how and said ‘fuck it’. I’m choosing to stay positive, though. 8′)

see she is far too eager for that not to be true! let one of my overcomplicated theories be right for once damn it -

Used to..... aaaah, oh no. I know that feeling...

W-Well still, at least the cat is alive! And... could have been someone to live for. But in the narrative of the game, the cat was long gone.....

Ugh, they still could have totally had the cat in the motive video. Thinking of that video still really upsets me, damn it - it was just such a low blow and so damn calculated. Probably one of the most upsetting parts of the game, tbh; it had a ring of realism to it that a lot of the other parts didn’t. The way all the classmates reacted when they saw it too was... well....

Ooooh fjghgh Ryoma he sounds wonderful!!!

fuck maybe I should look into a new dog

There is literally no way I could have chosen any other answer, being who I am and knowing what I know now. Not that the other options aren’t alright, but aaaaaaahsdflkj they purposefully omitted his cat from the video

Agreed!!!

KAEDE WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

Damn right.

I wish he hadn’t forgotten about this feeling. Maybe it would have changed the outcome of Chapter 2....

and I’m going to finally get a dog do you hear me

PSA from Ryoma, who as usual as THE best words of wisdom for everyone.

No damn it, I refuse to believe that your cat didn’t love you and you weren’t a wonderful owner!!!

The most neutral, impersonal option award goes to....!

I. Uh. I don’t know half of these. I’m not surprised there are a lot of types, but this really isn’t my animal area.

Ffff he’s pretty cute when he gets embarrassed. It’s okay to like things, Ryoma! He just... feels like he isn’t allowed to feel good about anything anymore, huh?

Eek, tell me about it. I never realize how much my friend’s cat has shed on me until I’m finding chunks of white hair left on my pants when I get home. And my personal favourite dog breed is hypoallergenic and sheds very minimally, so....

Big agree, Kaede.

you’re the one wearing the cat-like beanie my friend

Aaaw, this one was really nice! I knew I’d like his FTEs, and I still have 5 more (from both sides) to go!

<3 <3 <3

Damn it though!!! I wish he had been reminded about his cat in Chapter 2!!! Just something about cats - just something small to live for - even that could have been enough. I’m happy and sad at the same time I cannot believe - !

[paniniville]

Long-Ass Life Update (I’m not dead!)

Finally a life update now that I’m back home. It’s been a painful and tiring couple of weeks :’) And actually some of the days/times might be off because I was like super fucking out of it for most of that time period.

Anyhow, I went to the ER on Friday the 1st after 3 days of severe stomach pain, and the local hospital is like notoriously shitty but I was in horrible pain ok

They actually took me seriously for once, took me back immediately, ekg, ultrasound, blood and piss tests, and told me from the start not to eat or drink anything.

They told me they found gallstones and one or more might be stuck in the bile duct, but they made it sound like it wasnt inflamed and there werent many, so I wasnt super worried? They sent me for an MRI and then told me that they didnt have the capability to get out any stones, so they sent my ass an hour away via ambulance to a much better hospital so they could do the probe thing they needed to. It took until Saturday night to get a room there, though, and they didnt know when I’d get there and since they figured theyd want to do the probe ASAP, I was kept completely without eating or drinking for all of Friday night and Saturday, after not eating more than a few bites of muffin on Friday and next to nothing Thursday either because Everything Hurt.

Also, Fentanyl is fucking magic. Thats the only thing that even vaguely touched the pain.

So anyhow, I get to the other hospital at fuck o’clock at night and God Damn Staved because, like I said, bitches gave me No Fucking Food for an entire day (I’m not kidding that hospital is horrible and has a horrible reputation for ending up with killing people or making situations worse but the next nearest hospitals are an hour away in different directions and I don’t often have anyone willing to drive me that far and I often don’t feel up to driving myself that far if I’m already at “need to go to the ER, fuck the money I don’t have” point, and Saer has only just gotten into the USA and the last time they came with me to the ER they ended up with a virus for like three weeks and I wasn’t gonna do that to them again!!) and finally when I got to that hospital they were like “yeah we won’t be able to do the probe until Monday so eat something and then tomorrow you’re on a liquid diet and then nothing by mouth after midnight” so they scrounged me up some chicken broth and orange juice at like ten o’clock at night and gave me Those Good Good Meds and I slept in a decent hospital bed instead of on a fucking ER bed like Friday night (since they were transferring me at the local hospital they didn’t admit me and I slept in the ER. yeah. i hurt too badly to sleep on my side even with pain meds, and I slept on an ER bed. I had to sleep all day Saturday on and off just to get vaguely rested, but honestly? this whole ordeal has been an adventure in sleep deprivation despite heavy sedatives)

Monday rolls around and they take me for the ERCP (iirc thats what it was) where they put a thing down my throat and cut the bile duct wider so the stone could pass, get that bitch cleared up, all is well. I was heavily sedated and remember none of it, just waking up with different pain in my stomach and the world’s worst sore throat.

I was on a liquid diet from that and until the extraction on Wednesday. I have drank my weight in broth and orange juice.

Wednesday they take me in to remove my gallbladder. It was supposed to be a simple laparoscopic procedure, nip it out, pull it, I go home in a couple days with a couple small cuts on my belly. My dad (and several other people) reassured me that it was routine and quick, and is an easy procedure that should take 2 hours at most. I told him, “Listen, with me, literally nothing is ever easy and you know that”

Fast forward to me waking up and my first thought is “is that a catheter? guess it didnt go so easy after all.” I’m pretty sure the first words I said as I woke up were “told you it wouldnt be easy” lmao

Remember how hospital #1 told me that my gallbladder wasn’t inflamed and there were only a couple gallstones?

It was chock goddamn full of gallstones and so inflamed that when they tried to get it out laparoscopically, it tore. He spent an hour trying to get it out that way safely before realizing that his only recourse is to cut me open and get it out that way. The procedure took closer to 5 hours.

I have at least 20 staples in my belly now and I hope I get a cool fuckin scar but shit hurts still. I was in the hospital slowly ramping up to eating solid food again until Friday when I was allowed to go home to Saer. I can’t lift anything more than 20 pounds for another like month, and my range of motion is a fraction of what it was before. I’m so easily exhausted now and i can barely do anything and it’s really fucking pathetic??? and every time I bring that up Saer is like “they TOOK your ORGAN” so

(its really sad that i’m so conditioned that If I’m Not Doing Everything I Can All The Time Then I’m Not Trying Hard Enough that even after having full surgery to remove an organ I’m like NO I CAN DO THE THING and then end up hurting myself s-sobs)

(we watched the episode of b99 today where gina comes back after getting hit by a bus and when she tried to dance while still in the halo saer pointed at her and was like “it u” and i was like “exCUSE” but like, tru)

anyhow, im home, and i have my wife with me, and saer is such a blessing right now because i cannot do SHIT and they need to help me off the couch sometimes if my dumb ass gets in a position with no leverage, and also ive already fallen off the couch like twice because i was like NO I GOT IT and saer was across the room like BEB NO U DONT and yeah im stubborn and stupid ok saer is saving me from myself for the most part

also also the app i drive for is shutting down in my city at the start of december hhhhh so now i also have to fuckin... find a job like this and uGH do not WANT ffff

but yeah thats something even my parents have okayed me holding off on until I’m better so if even my fuckin parents are like “pls chill???” yall know im fucked up

however i’m mostly weaned off opiod pain meds now and am only using them at night when it’s worse and hard to sleep, tylenol tends to take care of it well enough now. my range of motion is improving, too, but i am just still so easily tired that its frustrating. we went grocery shopping yesterday and even in the little motor scooter i was completely worn out by the end of it.

but im alive! all is well! i will continue improving! sorry for being so quiet during this but like I said, i’ve been some level of sedated for most of this event. not fully sedated except for the two procedures, but fentanyl and dilautin (ok i have no idea what it actually is and google isnt helping but i had a button for it) and then morphine and hydrocodone on top of not getting restful sleep At All due to pain, discomfort, and people coming in every hour for vitals checks... I was fuckin Gone i got fuckall done rip

however once my pain-induced blood pressure spike was lowered (i saw them take it at the ER and it was fuckin RED) everyone was like “...you have really good blood pressure??” like i’m pretty sure i have low blood pressure naturally and my size/genetics gives me high blood pressure and they kinda cancel each other out, but yeah. pretty cool.

my family kept swinging between “IF YOURE IN THAT MUCH PAIN FOR 24 HOURS YOU GO TO THE ER. YOU DO NOT WAIT THREE DAYS.” and “...jesus christ you have a high pain tolerance”

//throws the horns thats what chronic pain does to ya baybee

my mom especially was impressed because she was just like “you’re so calm talking to them about how much it hurts how are you doing that” and im just like “its literally wasted energy to freak out and i hurt too badly to move so im just gonna sit here and tell them im a ten and hope they take pity on me because i have no other options”

anyhow fun new experience and im pretty sure ive broken my brother’s hospitalization record and also pretty sure i’ve got enough medical debt on me now that i can literally file for bankruptcy so

also i can feel a void near my ribs and it is so bizarre yall fuckin organs need to close the gap asap bc this shit weird as hell

[ninja-scenarios]

Oasis more like pleasure heaven - Asra smut

Someone said: “Goodness honestly, asra pleasuring himself is so fucking hot, you did an. AMAZING job! If you are still taking requests, ffff could I please ask for more of that? Like anything you want but I just love him playing with himself while thinking about the MC fffffffffff (maybe pillow humping aaaaaaaaa)”

Ahhh, thank you so much!! <3 I wrote this in one go, i´m so doneeee

But it was really fun!! I hope you like it <3<3<3

MAJOR SPOILERS!! SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!

Asra seeks comfort in his oasis. Little did he know that he´ll find more comfort than he expected. or How long can he last without reliving himself?

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Relationships: Asra / Non binary reader (implied) , Asra / Himself (?)

Finally returning to the comforting confines of his oasis, Asra let out a hollow sigh. His body felt tense, rigid from the scene he had fled back at the shop. The wandering magician shook his head, fluffy white hair bouncing up and down from the movement. He´d almost destroyed everything, almost put you at danger, again. The guilt sat heavy on his shoulders, weighing him down as he left deep footprints in the sand.

Oh how he wished to be with you again. Everything had changed, back then. The overwhelming joy of seeing the lost life returning to your body had been quickly displaced with utter horror. Your missing memories put a deep hole into your existence, much like a puzzle missing its most important middle pieces. Even after three years, day after day filled with hope that you´d wake up and remember, that your eyes would light up in recognition and fill with tears as you hugged your lover, your current status hasn´t changed.

Asra wasn´t allowed to dream, to let his mind wander back to what was. Whenever he did, his heart ached for you like it was on fire, demanding your closeness and love. Your relationship was in the past, hopelessly overshadowed by the dulling, numbing present. A warm breeze swept by, engulfing the young wanderer as if to hug him, yet the thought of you still didn´t leave his mind. Here was the only place when he showed weakness and spoke his deepest, secret wishes.

Yet, while it was a paradise, the dark parts of his minds were represented as well. They hid in the deep rain forest, in the smallest cracks and holes, whispering his name whenever he passed by. Even though he himself had created this place, there were things even Asra couldn´t control.

The more striking was his astonishment when he suddenly came upon a river. There was a tent-like, open pavilion on the other side, similar to the ones in Nadi´s palace gardens. Next to it stood a resting silhouette, emitting a calming aura rather than a threatening presence. On closer inspection, it looked like a perfect reflection of himself. Maybe he was imagining it because when he blinked, the figure had vanished.

Without paying it much thought, Asra lifted the satchel over his head while he waded through the waist deep, warm water. The warmth of the river still did nothing to relax his body. He´d felt on edge for days on end. Once leaving the water, he stepped out of his pants, underwear, socks and shoes, eager to try out the soft-silky interior of the pavilion. For a second he wanted to turn around and explore it together with you. You´d have laughed at his unplanned swim, in fact Asra heard your warm laughter ringing in his ears. Oh how he wanted to share this moment with you, to bring you here.

Throwing his pocket somewhere on the fluffy carpet-ground, he let himself fall into the sea of rose-coloured pillows. They felt nice against his naked skin, so silky and cool. Experimentally he rocked against them a few times, just to be almost immediately overwhelmed by sleep. It was no wonder when he the constant thoughts tired him out. They were painful, reminding him why he had fled this time. The reason was so utterly careless that he had debated on never coming back. A week ago, he had just poked his head into your bedroom, wanting to wake you for breakfast. You had read your favourite book, engrossed in the lines like you´d always used to. When, after some moments which Asra had used the seldom opportunity to stare at your beautiful features without disturbance, you had lifted your head and smiled at him in such a heart-warming, familiar way that he had wanted to tell you everything right then and there. It felt like his heart melted in heat right on the spot and while his lips had already formed the words, thankfully his voice had failed him. I love you.

I have loved you since the first day, and will continue to do so until my last.

When he awoke, thick rain drops knocked against the top of the tent in a calm, happy tune. It was a summer rain, coming to water the thirsty plants and revive the desert. With a sigh, Asra turned around, and shuddered as his erect, hot length was exposed to the air. As much as the guilt forbid him to chase after pleasure, his inner, love-starved self got the best of him. The erection stood hot and proudly, begging for attention by oozing pre-cum out of its head.

It was no use. For the last week, the act of punishment by denying himself pleasure had taken its toll on the young magician. How he wanted to hold you, kiss you, love you… the grains of sand of the desert beautifully described how many times he had jacked off to joint, fond memories.

Finally, Asra gave in, his hand coming down onto the searing hot skin. The pure contact had him hiss, considering that it was the first one in a while. His fingertips traced patterns into his shaft, smearing his pre cum all over himself and Asra gave a tight, little moan. When it felt slick enough he stroked it, slowly moving his hand up and down the thick cock. Under some circumstances, it would be your hand, squeezing and luring the pleasure out of his body.

The pure memory of you affected the magician deeply and it wasn´t long until he was moving faster, hips pushing up to meet his hand. His fingers formed a circle, creating a loose hole for him to thrust into, while Asra called out your name. If it was in hope or in despair, no one would ever really know.

While his own hand did not provide much comfort, the feeling of your mouth around him did, forever burnt into his mind. His reflection appeared again before the pavilion, watching him as it came closer. It didn´t feel quite like his own magic, but it felt familiar. Maybe it was the magician? In this gaze, it was hard to tell. Either way, Asra wasn´t set on stopping now, having been caught anyways. Also, he was positive that nothing, except his own mind, could ever hurt him in this safe heaven.

He closed his eyes and let his cock slip through his fingers again and again, blushing at the slick sound. It wasn´t enough, though. His body strained and moved, yet the desired rush of euphoria failed to take over.

Asra grit his teeth, moving faster, tighter. When he reopened his eyes, his reflection stood before him. Despite the rain outside, it didn´t appear to be wet. A snap resounded in the air. Asra´s brain was too foggy to fully process as his other self leaned over and suddenly wrapped a surprisingly slick hand around his raging boner. The white haired wanderer cried out as his reflection jacked him off, hard and fast. His tight, slick hand moved up and down his rock-hard length, creating the lewdest of sounds while his owner kept silent.

Asra panted, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he simply gave in to the experience. He thrust into the tight grip like crazy, letting out a desperate groan as the hand squeezed even tighter.

My heart belongs to you. I´d give my self up to safe you until there´s nothing left of me.

Guilt worked against pleasure in merciless, cooling waves, bringing him down from his high. His body went rigid in discomfort and he opened his eyes. How did the reflection work? Did it know how his true self felt? I must have, because suddenly he grabbed one of the silky pillows and leaned forwards, pressing it around Asra´s cock like a second pair of skin and forming a warm orifice.

His breath left Asra in a shuddering exhale as his eyes fluttered close. The pillow felt excellent against this twitching cock, almost, almost as good as you. His hands searched for purchase, nails clawing into the sea of pillows as he let out a loud moan of your name.

It felt good, the tightness, the warmth. Asra didn´t notice how his reflection came even closer. Only when he felt a palm gently cupping his cheek, he gasped in surprise. Yet he didn´t open his eyes as he leaned into the touch, so very thankful. He could almost feel you against his skin, feeling you stroke his cheek while you cooed sweet nothings into his ear.

Your name left his lips over and over again as he thrust into the pillow for dear life. A thumb brushed over his sensitive tip whenever it peaked out in the front, making his body shudder and tremble.

It´s all my fault. If I had been brave enough you´d have never died. I left you. I don´t deserve to be around you, to think of myself as your protector when I failed to do so while you slowly died scared and alone.

“N-not enough…!” Asra mumbled between sighs and moans, frustration growing on his face.

Without a word, his reflection removed its hand from Asra´s face. Another snap, then suddenly Asra felt something warm and slick circle his hole. Gasping, he witnessed how the finger entered him. The digit fucked his hole gently, and was soon joined by another one.

I was a coward for running away and a fool for being so stubborn. To this day, this decision haunts me in every one of my dreams.  

You had always been so excellent at sucking him off, knowing all of his sweet spots and preferences and when to pull back to draw out his pleasure and prolong his orgasm. And the lovely sounds that had escaped your pretty mouth, small moans that had sent twitches right to his cock.

Asra was about to lose his mind, thrusting upwards into the heavenly pillow while he got fingered into oblivion. “F-fuck, yes…” His moans echoed in the dry sand, while the oasis bloomed with his pleasure. His shirt stuck onto his skin in sweat and heat, hair sticking against the pillows. Your name left his lips over and over again. “Forgive me! Please, forgive me…” Warm tears escaped the corners of his eyes and dripped down the wet, flushed cheeks. His cock throbbed, spasming as he felt he fingers curling against his sweet spot and spilling into the warm heat.

His other self pulled his hands back, letting Asra bathe in the afterglow. Whether his reflection was his own or someone else´s magic, he didn´t care. Just about you, he did. You would be sad that he would be gone for so long, yet he had to escape this ruined relationship sometimes. It didn´t matter how much he loved you, how much he was willing to give, when it was best if he let you alone. Your feelings, your well-being were his top priority and he would let no one, not even himself, get in their way.

Through the thick haze of the fogginess inside his brain, he could make out your face. His heart painfully tightened at the sight, was he not miles away from you in this very moment. Eyes still closed, the young magician detected some movement in the pavilion. Assuming his reflection had left, he was even more surprised to feel a palm cupping his cheek, wiping at his dried tears. Yet, this was nothing compared to the shock he felt when his other self suddenly connected their lips. They shared a slow, gentle kiss. After a few moments, the other Asra pulled back.

“I forgive you.”

[all-pacas]

i was tagged by @theperksofbeingahalfie ...... people want to know about me what

ONE / name/alias: my full legal name is tumblr user all pacas

nah it’s helen

a while back someone called me paca in tags and it took me a solid ten minutes to figure out that was me and then i was weirdly excited like? i have a nickname??? oao look when you’re named helen you don’t get a lotta those

TWO / birthday: april 25th

THREE / zodiac sign: taurus

FOUR / height: i round up to 5′8″ i’m the shortest in my family i have a weird complex about it, stupid dutches

FIVE / hobbies: reading, video games, dungeons and dragons, yelling on tumblr, cooking, uhhh writing i guess

SIX / favorite colors: marigold yellow, the green-yellow spectrum, blues, anything saturated really

SEVEN / favorite books: ffff don’t ask me this question. uhh look i read so much, i can’t pick favorites. i recently started rereading ‘beauty is a wound’ by eki kurniawen which i love. i just finished george washington black which i really  liked but i felt lost steam towards the end… i want to re-read pachinko and also sapiens and like. kind of all my books? kintu is another one i want to reread, i realize these are meaningless words without authors, i’m sorry.

EIGHT / last song i listened to: uhhh melodies of life from the ff9 soundtrack don’t judge me

NINE / last film i watched:  i’m pretty sure it was into the spiderverse although i really don’t watch movies much. but it’s SO GOOD. look. i’m not a comic person. but i have strong feelings about spider-man as a concept. i stan mary jane a lot. i judge all franchises by how they treat her and peter’s marriage. look.

TEN / inspiration for muse: not……sleeping? god i don’t know. like when i write? usually i’ll have an idea and then i’ll just kind of go, stream of conscious almost, and worry about plot and direction after the fact.

ELEVEN / dream job: inheriting millions. 

when i was young i used to want to be a lawyer or a copy-editor. which i think is telling and also vaguely interesting (to me) given that i fell into banking which is very Detail Oriented and also i love to argue with folks

TWELVE / meaning behind your url: i am all of the pacas. all of them. each one.

no i snagged the username alpacas on ao3 fucking ages ago and i wanted to kinda match it. and i got that ao3 username because there is this one specific photo of an alpaca on wikipedia that i think about all  the time, i can’t look at it without losing my mind laughing, i can’t explain it, except his fucking face, and the caption, i cannot even begin, he is so serious and that’s why alpacas

THIRTEEN / top 3 ships: basically all i have ever shipped in my life is variations of silly and caring and empathic and more competent than they let on / serious and somewhat morose who loves their silly partner to death 

FOURTEEN / lipstick or chapstick: never without a tube of burt’s bees with mint

FIFTEEN / currently reading: i’m just about to start colson whitehead’s ‘the nickel boys,’ i also have a nonfiction history of the silk road i’m looking forward to

[cantusecho-archive]

(Episode 9.

“I think I’m cursed.”

First of all, the fact that the last episode ended with the credits showing Hibiki and Miku throughout the seasons was already bad enough. But then in the beginning of this episode, straight out the gate, they do the same thing. Except, they have Hibiki giving a monologue over it, her saying how they’re best friends that knew each other for years. 

They get into arguments but then make up. She thought things would always be like that. But---

And then Hibiki turns around and basically screams for Miku not to leave her and I’m just skndgnldhfjlg.

One thing I will say I like about this scenario is that it’s really setting up for Hibiki to feel what Miku has felt whenever she went on missions. I’d imagine Miku feeling alone while she was gone, always worrying about her. Now yes, Miku has gotten better, and it shows in GX, but that worry never fully goes away. But what this sets up for Hibiki is for her to see it from Miku’s point of view, albeit in a worse scenario kinda.

Again, in Kimi Dake Ni, Hibiki admits that she didn’t realize Miku’s tears unless she was in trouble. She didn’t see them when she was fine and “safe” back at home. So, for Hibiki to feel that sense of worry/panic on a whole new level, not knowing where Miku is or what’s going to happen, is something that’s new (and something I’ve wanted to explore honestly AHA).

Like, it probably sounds terrible of me to say that, but having Hibiki experience that pain could very well not make her take things for granted. Not saying she has but it puts her thinking in a very different perspective where she considers more options and not just think everything is fine simply because someone isn’t on the front lines. I probably don’t make much sense, but I mean this on a positive note for Hibiki’s character.

MOVING ON THOUGH;

So next scene is Hibiki there with her dad in his apartment. Yes, I am still really glad that he’s in his own individual apartment, as simple as that may sound. Lol. Hibiki admits that she was afraid and didn’t know what to do after all that happened with Miku so she ran...and ended up seeing her dad (plus she’s under house arrest for using Amalgam lol). Hibiki’s comment is reminiscent of how she used to run away from her problems all the time, similar to Akira (as to why he makes this comment).

But Hibiki says it’s because he’s her dad. His expression here was interesting since instead of smiling, he actually frowns. This kinda comes later so I’ll wait until then (I’ll also wait until the end before stating my thoughts on Hibiki and her dad). He offers to be a listening ear to her problems, which makes Hibiki pleased.

LOOK AT HER SMILE OKAY. It’s a small one but...ffff. So Hibiki ends up recapping what happened that night.

To put it simply, Hibiki and the others failed, despite their efforts. Miku is now being used as the vessel for Shem-Ha, who seems to be annoyed by the moon as well. Shem-Ha should be an Annunaki I presume, so they should have put the Curse of Balal into place. But why would Shem-Ha want to get rid of the moon? Or maybe it would be something about the Lunar Frontier that would be what they find interesting? No telling.

Regardless, Shem-Ha begins to be stuck in pain by what actually reminded me a bit of Shenshoujing and the mind-control device. Though SSJ had some stuff on its back too.

And immediately after, Fudo begins to use the Stained Glance again in order to control Tsubasa and makes her take Shem-Ha away while they’re subdued.

After all that, everyone goes back to HQ and I assume learn that the Kazanari Organization was truly behind everything. They still believe in Tsubasa though, which neither of them believe that she would betray them (on purpose).

Though Elfnein is the one to bring up the “evil eye” aka, the Stained Glance. 

I believe that because Elfnein has went through it, and Carol literally shoving Millaarc out, allowed them to realize what it was somehow. Or if anything, at least Carol since she was the one that prevented Millarc from delving any deeper into her mind. BAD THING ABOUT THIS IS THAT NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT IT LOL.

Maria gets pulled away to the bridge so maybe the others talk about it while she’s gone but like FUDGE. No lie, I said about ten “thank you’s” during this scene because I want them to figure out that it wasn’t literally Tsubasa’s own actions that did this.

INTERMISSION:

Tsubasa is shown back with her grandfather as he explains that he also basically has a controlling device on Shem-Ha to...control it. Lol.

This dude is literally prepared for everything, good lord. What he reveals here is that this is actually a Faust Robe of Shenshoujing and that the person who made it is “already gone”. Now, I have no idea who he is referring to, but my friend told me last night that she wonders if he was thinking about Vanessa. Since she had the SSJ showing up back in episode 6 along with the vambrace, it very well could have been prepared by her ahead of time since she was a scientist for the Bavarian Illuminati for years. And his comment about them not being around anymore could be because he thought he killed them with the tainted blood.

This is just a guess though, and we actually have no idea who he’s actually talking about.

Now, despite what the Stained Glance ability actually does to a person, it seems as if Tsubasa still has her sense of self. They say it corrodes the heart and makes them either become controlled, have low self-esteem and/or rely on others. But Tsubasa questions this;

So Tsubasa is still technically herself but this whole “seal” is really jacking up her emotions like no tomorrow. Mainly just so Fudo could control her too. In a way, I do understand some concerns of how this is partially making Tsubasa’s long development to actually start thinking of her dreams, thinking more of herself in a better light, suddenly taking a slight nose dive but I feel like this was still possible because Fudo was always a thorn in her side. He was an issue for everyone, honestly, one that they really couldn’t confront or get rid of due to his status and power. And in a way, I think this is what Tsubasa is being stuck with in terms of facing right now; it’s just that Fudo had to use a mental manipulative way to get Tsubasa under his thumb.

Anyway, Maria gets pulled away to do a raid on the Kazanari compound but they only want Maria to be part of it. They got enough evidence to arrest Fudo and so Maria goes there determined to drag Tsubasa back by all costs.

Next, Hibiki’s dad literally just lays down and says that he realizes he wouldn’t be able to help Hibiki at all or give her any sort of good advice. Hibiki complains that he was the one that brought it before giving her throwback line of her being cursed. This little scene probably isn’t important to note, but once again, it’s brought back up at the end of the episode.

As for the raid, Yatsuhiro, Genjuro, and Ogawa also join Maria on it. Genjuro ends up meeting face to face with Fudo and engaging in a fight. I, technically, wasn’t expecting this, but my friend really wanted to see Fudo actually fight and do something besides scheming behind the scenes and she literally got it with this episode. Lol.

And while that happens, Maria starts her fight with Tsubasa.

Maria talks to her throughout the whole fight, telling Tsubasa that she doesn’t believe any of this stuff she’s saying; talking about how the power of the God will help protect people and that people need to be protected only because they’re weak.

Maria finds this to be arrogant and selfish of Tsubasa (of course neither of them knew about the seal), so instead Maria chooses to smack Tsubasa, and literally this is enough to break the seal.

I kind of joke that Maria’s hands are even stronger than Hibiki’s in this regard lmao. She literally smacked a seal off her, even if she didn’t know it was there in the first place. Though of course this was due to Maria’s words too, but knew she’d be the one to break it and help Tsubasa through.

But because of the seal being broken, I think the gravity of what she was doing and how she felt just kinda overwhelmed her so she starts crying and questioning what she was doing up until now. Again, it’s not Tsubasa’s fault for basically being a mess. It was literally the seal that made her feel this way.

I’m kinda not sure how I feel about this fully though? Merely because it seemed kinda easy in the end to break it and it was used mainly as a way for just tear Tsubasa down? Then again, Millaarc and them are known to be weak, and the keywords do state that if it was honed by someone stronger, it really could become an evil eye. But due to Millaarc being considerably weaker, even if she did end up putting it on Tsubasa in a weak mental state, the breaking of it may have been understandable. Or at least, that’s how I’m seeing it. Lol.

In the other fight, Fudo shows how good he actually is, despite being over 100 years old. He’s fighting against Genjuro with a sword but he’s really no pushover. He doesn’t take long to get rid of Genjuro, literally pile-diving the man into the ground, it was insane. Or I guess its weird because we’re so used to seeing Genjuro being the one that basically owns everyone because of his inhuman strength. But Fudo really out here fighting with the same amount of strength. Lol. And that shows most when he fights Tsubasa later on.

While this is happening, Noble Red sneaks in to deal with Shem-Ha, to take control of it for their own since they were betrayed by Fudo. But once they removed the mind control, Shem-Ha immediately wakes up and freaking kills them??????????????

Okay, my first initial thoughts on this is that if they died here and in such a way, that would suck. I say this because it feels like such a anti-climactic way for them to be killed off? Them dying in the show is a given, yes but the fact that they were killed off like this bothers me. I’d rather them get killed off in a fight against the Gear users OR you know just fighting back. Not getting owned by a God with little to no effort. It just felt like a waste to me.

With that out the way, some people are thinking they aren’t fully dead. One reason for this is Vanessa’s reaction; it didn’t actually seem all that worrying to her? The way she says their names, and even her movements make it seem like she wasn’t that pressed. But we know that she loves and cares for them so it wouldn’t make sense for her NOT to be upset. So because of this, some people are thinking that they aren’t dead, despite them being cut in half (as well as Vanessa being cut in half). I’m also not sure on how to feel about this because them dying like this would suck and would be nice if they got another chance.

But then how in the world would they even survive an attack like this when they’ve been considered weak? They already came in there weak due to the tainted blood so how would they even recover from such an attack? In my brain, it doesn’t make much sense so I don’t know what else to say about it until we see what may happen as a result next Saturday. 

They go back to the scene with Maria and Tsubasa, but Fudo comes in and knocks Maria out with a punch as he tries once again to get Tsubasa back on his side. He attempts to use the control seal but fails as its broken. And with Tsubasa’s denial, he deems her useless and tries shooting her. But Yatsuhiro takes the bullet for her instead.

He also reaffirms that he didn’t want anyone but himself to pretend being her father (which also just reminds you of how f*cked up Tsubasa’s family tree is) and that they protect people because they’re worth it, not because they’re weak. And from here on out, we assume he dies, which...clearly isn’t making Tsubasa feel any better.

Also, some people are thinking that her second song is in reference to Yatsuhiro. And honestly, I can buy that, merely because I thought “maybe they wanted us to see something with Tsubasa in episode 9 before her CD came out” and this is very well something to see before her CD comes out. It literally comes out tomorrow too (Wednesday for Japan but Tuesday for the US, at least my timezone) so it fits and very well may be the reason why they pushed Tsubasa’s CD another week so it comes out after this episode.

Moving on, after this, Tsubasa now uses her Gear to fight against Fudo, primarily as revenge against him for everything he’s done, as well as killing her father. And to be expected, Fudo is holding his own against a Gear, just like Genjuro is able to. And eventually because of it, Tsubasa uses her Amalgam. (HQ was able to lift the restriction off of it right as she used it lol)

Also, I feel the need to show Tsubasa’s expressions while she’s preparing for a killing blow to Fudo. After breaking his sword, he keeps telling her that a monster is what’s needed to protect their country, one that is willing to do whatever is possible. He ends up saying that Tsubasa is that monster as she’s about to kill him, plus, he’s encouraging her to do this the entire time.

But Genjuro stops them.

He does this to protect Tsubasa from becoming a monster just like Fudo, and for what Yatsuhiro wanted for Tsubasa. He named her “Tsubasa” in hopes that she would be the one to break free from the Kazanari family, basically to “fly away” from them. And if she ended up killing Fudo, that would be blood forever on her hands. This stops Tsubasa immediately, her Gear deactivating before she starts to cry again.

Now I’ve seen some people wishing she actually killed Fudo because he’s still a threat. And while I understand that, I still don’t think Tsubasa doing it would be right or fitting. Death is also too cheap for him because then he wouldn’t even be held responsible for his actions. He’d just die and then what? Even if he doesn’t feel regret, it’s better for him to actually have consequences instead of just dying and not facing anything. At least, in my opinion that is.

After this though, some shizz starts happening with what I assume is Shem-Ha.

Hibiki is called back into HQ due to everything that’s transpired I assume so as she gets ready to leave, her father stops her to tell her that everything is okay (using the familiar catchphrase).

Akira admits that he’s a bad father that can’t do anything for Hibiki but use those words for her. He also admits that the same words turned into a curse for him and honestly in a way, it was the same for Hibiki. Her using those words were mainly as a crutch to when she felt she was literally crumbling from within.

Technically, it wasn’t a good coping mechanism for Hibiki either since it’s literally her attempting to say she’s fine, and convince herself of it, when she really isn’t fine whatsoever. I think GX shows that well, especially in episode 8 where she’s running as she cries, saying the catchphrase over and over to herself as if the words alone would convince her that she’d be feeling better by saying it.

But he tells her that something is a blessing or curse depending on how you look at it. This is mainly in reference to her saying she’s cursed (and probably all of S1 where she said she was cursed like it was a mantra lol). 

And him saying how the kanji for “blessing” and “curse” look similar and are possibly two sides of the same coin sounds pretty silly but it makes Hibiki laugh lmao. This could hint to something later in the last four episodes however. And I’ve seen some people thinking it could ironically play to the Curse of Balal but I won’t get into that now. Other people are better at theories and thinking than myself lol.

So the episode ends with Hibiki leaving the apartment; her dad encouraging her while he deals with all this stuff with her mother and she thanks him for the food before running off.

NOTE: There’s a bonus scene after the credits that seem to show the Lunar Frontier/Ruins being activated? Could be because of that massive energy where Tsubasa and them are. I am not sure what to say about it because it’s really not that long and I’m sure it will come into play next episode.

Now, let me get this out the way again--- If people think that Hibiki 100% forgives her dad and don’t like that she does, then I’m sorry because I don’t see it that way at all. I don’t believe she has fully forgiven him because based on what she said WAY back in episode 3 that the problems don’t simply get erased. It was literal YEARS he abandoned them, and even before then he didn’t treat them right once he started drinking.

Hibiki knows this, and doesn’t think it will all be “sunshine and rainbows” immediately. This all takes time, it was literal trauma for ALL of them, her mother especially. It may work out in the end, it may not, who knows. But that’s for Akira and Hibiki’s mom to figure out and not to put the pressure of fixing her family all on Hibiki.

She’ll try to help, yeah but...that’s between those two. They are the ones that need to figure that out and not drag their daughter into it as well. I believe that Hibiki realizes he’s trying, and that’s enough for her to try and help him along the way. He’s attempting to change but just because someone says that doesn’t mean it simply erases what he’s done. I think people really seem to forget that.

They seem so quick to believe that if you don’t hate someone that has done terrible things, they believe you agree to what they did and find no issues with it. That’s not true at all. I take this stuff very seriously, even if it’s just a fictional character. I don’t think what he did was good at all, and I even disliked him as GX was airing because he did some messed up things that season that just left me feeling uncomfortable. I always bring up the scene in episode 8 when they’re eating. Again, it wasn’t the fact that he made her pay for the bill that bothered me, it was more that he seemed so nonchalant about Hibiki’s feelings, like he didn’t notice them. He didn’t notice how hard this was for Hibiki to face him again, and how frustrating it was for him to act as if everything was fine despite being out of their lives for literal YEARS.

That’s something I still don’t like. I was glad that she was pissed though, because it was understandable for her to feel this way. However, I also see that he’s trying and I think that’s what Hibiki sees. Plus, seeing her at least A LITTLE bit happy with this is nice because this is something that was hampering Hibiki for a HUGE chunk of her life. So for her to find at least A SMALL AMOUNT of happiness from this is good.

He wasn’t always bad, but it doesn’t excuse his actions either. There’s a lot to this and it bothers me that it feels as if there’s always “one side or the other”. It feels like people don’t think of it from both perspectives sometimes and that bothers me a lot. Maybe because I feel stuck in the middle for thinking about it both ways while most that I see are like pure hate or pure forgiveness.

To sum it up: What I do when I write Hibiki in terms of her family life is that she hardly ever tells ANYONE about it of course but she’s still dealing with it regardless if anyone knows or not. I don’t write her as 100% forgiving him for what he’s done. I write her as them slowly going through the process of working things out, even if it may take years before things are alright. And it may not work out in the end, and I think Hibiki knows that’s a possible route and will be fine with it in the end if so. At least they tried and that’s all they could ask for.

But anyway, moving on, this episode was a mixed bag only because it felt like they were trying to tie up loose ends really fast? Like, is Noble Red really dead? Is Yatsuhiro dead too? The removal of the seal felt rushed and simple (though I explained the different reasons earlier), but looking back and taking a few days to think about the episode, I feel at least slightly better about the whole thing overall. 

I can understand some people’s concern and their opinions, but I also can’t help but look on the other side as well. Maybe this is why I’m not good at discussions since I try to take everything into account lol.

But we’ll see how the last four episodes go. That’s it for me! These next few episodes should be intense then for sure.)

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 267: My Name Is

Previously on BnHA: Hawks stabbed Twice in the back of the head. Twice stabbed another guy in the back of the head. Everyone’s just running around stabbing or being stabbed. I should probably clarify that Twice actually died, because this is a shounen manga, so sometimes you have to clarify that this particular stabbing was actually fatal. Not just one of those flesh wound stabbings. Anyway so it was super sad, and now Dabi’s gonna face off with the sexy scarred murderous Hawks, and Toga and Compress are also going to be feeling a bit stabby after all this probably, and so that’s the general mood here I guess. I kind of need a break now so I’m wondering if we’re gonna cut to any of the kids. Because if we stick around Horikoshi may actually have to give us Dabi flashbacks. God forbid.

Today on BnHA: Tokoyami has a flashback to when Hawks told him he’s weak to being set on fire. This terrible thought weighs on his mind as he and the other lads and lasses of U.A.’s child soldier vanguard are escorted away from the battle via Fatgum and his absolute goat of a quirk. Dabi is all “:D you killed Twice, I’m gonna set you on fire repeatedly now” and Hawks is all “ffff no that’s my weakness also WHO ARE YOU” and WE GET SOME HAWKS FLASHBACKS?! and then Dabi is all “:DDDDDD [CENSORED]” and it’s literally fucking censored fuck my life. but also !!! because he actually fucking said it, though?? He really went and revealed it just like that?? And now Hawks knows, and he’s all shocked, and Dabi goes to kill him afterwards but TOKOYAMI IS ALL “ON YOUR LEFT!!!!” and OH SHIT. Also Endeavor saves Miruko so DOUBLE OH SHIT. Oh my god. I’m sorry this summary is all over the place but I can barely type a coherent sentence now so just TAKE THESE EXCLAMATION POINTS AND GO!!! SPREAD THE WORD. BE FREE.

everyone before we begin I would just like to tell you about my discovery this week. I learned that when I type the word “Dabi” on my phone the next word that the keyboard predicts is “flashbacks.” google keyboard is on to me. so now the FBI and the CIA and whoever else google is selling all my data to all know. I can only imagine. “she seems to spend an inordinate amount of time talking about ‘Dabi flashbacks.’ what’s a Dabi.” I’ll tell you what a Dabi is. it’s a guy whose fucking flashbacks we never fucking get that’s what

anyway so let’s read this chapter whose spoiler tags have already been filling up my dashboard, which is always a good sign. who will die this week? Horikoshi please have mercy on us in light of recent real life global events. maybe you can just have everyone abruptly decide that they are all done fighting and want to go home

-- GOD BLESS US EVERYONE

who could have known, years ago when the very first mangaka was drawing the very first color page, that this medium would one day soar to such great heights. who could have imagined that we would one day be witness to this masterwork, this magnificent fucking triumph of a colored manga page. holy shit. I will cherish this always

for real you all think I’m joking but I genuinely don’t want to scroll down lol. let’s just stay with Miruko forever. where it is safe. and sexy. goddammit

OH SURE, THEY GIVE US HAWKS FLASHBACKS

anyways but lol

guys. we’ve been over this. fire is everyone’s weakness. just. I’m not quite sure people like Hawks and Kamui Woods actually grasp that. do they think normal people catch on fire and they’re just “oh, this is actually all right.” also, side note kids, please don’t use this answer if this ever comes up during a job interview

wow

what a gamechanging plan of action. don’t catch on fire. Toko write that down

WOW

you guys. YOU GUYS. IT GOT BETTER

who could have known, years ago when the very first mangaka was drawing the very first gag panel, that this format would one day ascend to such lofty summits. who could have envisaged that we would one day behold such a showpiece, such a grand fucking slam of a joke panel in a shounen manga

anyway Horikoshi sure does love his English portmanteaus. I’m kind of stunned by how great this is you guys. but getting back to more serious observations, all I can say is thank fucking god somebody is actually thinking of the children! nothing terrible had better happen to them or I swear!!

so Fatgum is explaining that the plan was to have them use their respective quirks to help take out a bunch of bad guys at once, and that the grown-ups will now proceed to rope them all in and capture them. and dammit, I was trying to avoid having to post the panel because it takes forever if I post a lot of them, but I just noticed Mt. Lady over there stomping fools in the background and so now I have no choice

A+ chapter so far you guys. 5 stars. keep it up

one-and-a-half year-old Kaminari Denki has already fallen asleep. he wishes he could live there. I wish I had the words to adequately convey how utterly delighted I have been by this entire “everyone rides around in Fatgum’s belly” mini-arc, which is now my favorite part of the entire series (as always with the exception of “Dear Midoriya I’m really sorry”)

and I also just really love the timing of it?? right after the “here’s that angst you ordered” emotional sobfest of the last chapter, we’re taking a quick break to cut back to the Fatgum Express (excuse me, Fataxi) just to keep things from getting too heavy. this is such an important balance to strike. please don’t let this arc get too dark, Horikoshi

oh shit

right, Dabi?? but I’ve had an entire week to process my feelings about it and I’m more or less good now! how are you

not particularly great, then

and also, fuck. so Horikoshi was gracious enough not to show Twice’s murdered body even though he confirmed he was indeed killed (so apologies to anyone who was still holding out hope. it sucks but at least we’ve got closure). first he cuts off the bottom of the panel, and then he has Dabi literally cremate him on the fucking spot. there’s really going to be nothing left at all of him or any of the clones. I’m just gonna sit here and try not to think about that or else I’ll get sad all over again

anyway, so also Hawks’s wings have been totally incinerated now it looks like, and he’s just barely yeeting himself out of the way with whatever he’s got left

boy this is getting rough

love how Horikoshi is avoiding showing Dabi’s face!! that was sarcasm by the way because I don’t love it! he pulls this shit all the time with Bakugou too! show us their emotions dammit!

anyway. how kind of Dabi to stomp out Hawks’s flames for him like that. you see. they’re still friends

HOLY SHIT

APPARENTLY IT IS??? I GUESS WE ALL GRIEVE DIFFERENTLY LMAO. SOME PEOPLE GET SAD AND CRY AND OTHERS JUST GET REALLY SCARY AND CRAZY

like. not to nitpick or anything, but your tear glands are actually located above your eyes. maybe he means his tear ducts. also I’m not a doctor or anything and I can barely name like three bones actually so maybe I should just shut up!

anyways though, out of courtesy let’s just take Dabi at his word that grinning like a deranged lunatic is a perfectly normal response to watching your friend get murdered by your sexy archenemy. who is to say

and what exactly is your dream again? to make Stain’s will a reality or something like that? so purging the world of false heroes I guess?

DAMMIT DABI FIRE IS HIS WEAKNESS

most people would at least scream, wouldn’t they? Hawks??? does that not hurt??!

DSFKJSL:DKGHLSDKGHL

no!! I won’t be fooled!! Horikoshi and Dabi flashbacks is like Wile E. Coyote and painting a fake tunnel onto a cliffside! don’t be conned by his deceitful forced perspective!

LOL YOU SEE

apparently this man really will do anything to keep us from getting a Dabi flashback, even if that means giving us Hawks flashbacks instead lmao. WELL SHOOT. OH DARN. POOR US. WE’LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE try not to look too happy guys he can sense satisfaction

anyway so here’s baby Hawks

okay, so -- does fandom still hate Hawks. like, I haven’t checked the bnha tag much since this weekend so I don’t know if the general consensus is still “yeah he’s cancelled” or if we’re cooling down at all yet? anyway so I apologize if liking Hawks is still A Wrong Thing To Do, but just fyi he’s still adopted and I haven’t unadopted him and I love him unconditionally even though he’s in timeout. and so now that Baby Hawks has appeared to rival all other Baby Characters (BABY YODA WATCH YOUR SIX!!) with his lil wings and his Endeavor plush and his quiet lil nodding head, I just need you all to know that I would die for him without hesitation and that’s just how it is friends

(ETA: also, jesus christ. “Keigo-kun, you can say goodbye to your name from now on!" I’m surprised they didn’t assign him a fucking number. what the fuck. time for some grueling training, lab rat #184. better get ready. jesus. he’s like 7.)

sdlkfjLSDGHOSIDFOIOOIIO

THE MAN THAT -- WHAT. WELL HOT DAMN, TAKAMI THEORISTS! GO ON AND GIVE YOURSELVES A BIG PAT ON THE BACK. YOU EARNED IT.

snap. gotta calm down. too much hype all of a sudden. easy does it

OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT��S IT??

noooo go back. fuck

and how the hell do you still have eyebrows, Hawks. how are you still even alive, let alone sexy. is fire your weakness?? is it really??! WELCOME TO BNHA THE MANGA WHERE ANYONE CAN SURVIVE ANYTHING. EXCEPT FOR BEING KILLED OFF-SCREEN AFTER WEEKS AND WEEKS OF BUILDUP

WHAT THE MONUMENTAL FUCK

HORIKOSHI WHERE ARE YOU I’M READY AND WILLING TO VIOLATE SOCIAL DISTANCING RIGHT NOW TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SO COME ON

what the fuck. is this a Tarantino movie. or an Eminem song. anyway but we all know what he actually said though so let’s just scroll down and see how Hawks is going to take the news

oh my. I suddenly understand Dabi’s “grinning like a lunatic” reaction to witnessing a tragedy now. ohhhhhh that’s the good angst right there

so now Dabi says that if he wasn’t Hawks’s target in the beginning, then Hawks “would’ve been done for from the start”? ...what. lol what. am I just too tired to understand this you guys. I’m so confused

okay well I still have no fucking clue what that all meant but on the next panel he’s saying that Hawks shouldn’t have been focusing on Tomura or the League

is he suggesting that he has the power to bring down the hero system by revealing that he, the son of Endeavor, was made into a villain? am I reading into this right?

holy moses. I can’t believe this is really happening. this plotline is finally on the move oh my god I can’t even I’m getting way too excited I can’t??

HEY WHAT

well it matters to me you big melodramatic jerk!! don’t even pretend like you’re really gonna do it. I have zero fear of Hawks actually dying right now, not after that. there is way too much plot attached to him, gtfo with this fakeout shit

but more importantly, why the fuck are we cutting to Gigantomachia now oh shit. don’t tell me Fatgum got the babies out of there just in time

FUCK ME I NEARLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD

HE CAN BE ACTIVATED BY THE RECORDING OF AFO!! SOMEONE HAS THE FUCKING ON SWITCH IN THEIR HANDS OH SHIT, THERE’S THE DISASTER WE WERE ALL FUCKING WAITING FOR RIGHT THERE

WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO MIRUKO NOW??? CAN THIS CHAPTER GET ANY MORE HYPE MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the [deep breath] FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO --

OH NO!?

okay like any reasonable person I am very concerned by the implications of this. and yet a part of me just wants to focus entirely on the “AM I GETTING TIRED AFTER LOSING AN ARM AND A SHITLOAD OF BLOOD AND FIGHTING FIVE NOUMUS ALL BY MYSELF FOR LIKE AN HOUR? ...NAH.” you’re absolutely right Miruko that would be ridiculous

ARE YOU SERIOUS

either she’s about to die and she knows it, or SHE WAS JUST TOYING WITH THEM WHAAAAT. I genuinely don’t even know which it is?? but it better not be the former and it absolutely is the latter though

GOSH DARN THAT MIRUKO

THERE SHE GOES. MY CZARINA

excuse me did this guy just fucking impale her

SHE ONLY HAS THE ONE GOOD HAND LEFT LIKE CAN YOU PLEASE. can you fucking not, though?! and also I forgot that being impaled through the torso is another thing in this series that’s actually fatal. well fuck

(ETA: also he ripped out her hair!! look here you piece of shit I’m gonna --)

lmao but yeah, somehow

Horikoshi. if you kill off your one cool strong top ten female hero character. just so you know. I will. ...you know what, just don’t do it, how about that. just don’t

ohhhhhh I might be about to get really mad you guys. we’ll see. we’lllllll see

SON OF A BITCH

GODDAMMIT, OBVIOUSLY TOMURA CAN’T FUCKING DIE SO WHY DON’T YOU FUCK OFF WITH THIS ENTIRE SCENARIO YOU’RE PRESENTING TO US RIGHT NOW HORIKOSHI, HOW ABOUT THAT. fuck everything I can’t believe chapter 267 page 16 was the last page of the entire manga you guys. tell me I’m reading way too much into this

ffffff

you literally had the perfect chapter. Fataxi!! Baby Hawks!! censored Touya reveals!! why would you go and. ...

I knew it was a mistake reading past that amazing color page you guys

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD I DIDN’T SCREAM BUT I SAID “HA HA!” OUT LOUD?!

-- AND AGAIN!!!!!

YOU WANT SOME??? YOU WANT SOME?!?!

FUCK YES. EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRACK OPEN THE WINDOW AND SHOUT SOME EARNEST “WOOOOOOO!!”S DOWN UNTO THE CONFUSED STREETS BELOW

y’all. I was this close to cancelling every damn thing. you don’t even know. my god I think I was grinding my teeth there

“you know what this manga has had quite enough of as of last week? tragic deaths! you know what it has not had nearly enough of? dramatic last minute saves! you know what it hasn’t had any of? TOKOYAMI VERSUS DABI, A.K.A. YOUR NEW FAVORITE MATCH-UP OF ALL TIME, YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME.” geez. calm down Horikoshi. be cool man be cool

you guys. it was almost perfect, and then it wasn’t, and then it very much was. my god. how did I not see that Tokoyami save coming with all that buildup in hindsight. clearly he saw the fire on page four and was all “oh no! his weakness”

only thing is. it’s yours too, bud. :/ don’t think I’ve forgotten how this all played out during the forest arc. and meanwhile on top of that we’ve got Gigantomachia about to have the rudest of awakenings. goddammit. why is everything so dangerous and so awesome thanks I love it but geez

[faejilly]

i am for you (7/?)

holy shit you guys, it’s Friday? When did that happen. Like. I finished and then almost forgot to post. It’s been. idk. a week. the working title of this chapter was “my fic needs more ladies” and is also a return to epistolary. (hopefully second-hand brunch is still entertaining. I love Cat.) 

series tag / ao3

[cat]: you two have the worst timing

[dot]: what? are you? IT'S TOO EARLY

[tessa]: why are you yelling at us? Shouldn't you be on your way to brunch?

[cat]: I need reinforcements! Company!

[tessa]: well you can talk to the ALA about their conference schedules then, not us

[cat]: but some sanity would be nice

[dot]: are the boys being especially *boys* at you?

[cat]: yes [cat]: also Magnus is overly infatuated with someone, even for him [cat]: and he only met the guy last night! Sort of? I think [cat]: I'm freaking out, but Ragnor is being very calm about it all, which is weird and not helping

[tessa]: Ragnor's always been a hopeless romantic, of course he's happy for Magnus.

[cat]: but he USUALLY thinks Magnus has terrible taste and no self-preservation instinct

[dot]: I am almost personally offended by that first part considering how I met the rest of you, but he's not wrong on that second part so I suppose I'll let it be

[cat]: Magnus was so nervous I went with him to get a mani/pedi to help him calm down and he was practically vibrating in his chair, they had the hardest time getting his nails finished.

[tessa]: Magnus was nervous before he met the guy? That's... unusual.

[cat]: they'd been chatting via email, and it was their first in person thing. I have no idea what I should expect, or what I should say at brunch [cat]: because I'm going to have to ask, right?

[tessa]: you won't have to ask, you'll know how it went as soon as you see him

[cat]: you would think that, but Raphael's already preparing to murder the guy just in case, and Ragnor's being *mysterious* and I need back-up and you two are in the wrong time zone

[tessa]: sorry?

[cat]: are you though?

[dot]: I am, I want to watch! It will either be horrifyingly entertaining, or it'll be actual good news and Magnus being happy

[tessa]: which is always nice to see

[cat]: maybe I'll bring some extra asti. Either for celebrating or commiserating?

[dot]: now I really wish I was there

[tessa]: so do I. Keep us updated.

[dot]: take pictures! Lots of pictures.

*** ***

[cat]: I hope they get married [cat]: possibly tomorrow [cat]: no wait, we have to wait for you to get back [cat]: next weekend?

[dot]: wtf cat

[tessa]: kl;'/.

[dot]: I'll have you know Tessa just choked on her tea and is a really improbable shade of red right now

[cat]: sorry [cat]: not about that, but I don't have any pictures [cat]: Magnus' boy was embarrassed enough when we got there because they'd clearly lost track of time and he had to find his shirt after we walked in and he blushed half way down his chest

[dot]: oh my 😅 [dot]: where was his shirt?

[cat]: half off the footstool by the couch, pretty sure it got thrown over someone's shoulder last night

[dot]: did Magnus look sad when he put it back on?

[cat]: I was too sad when he put it back on to tell

[dot]: Tessa just choked again. I think you broke her. She doesn't know how to drink anymore.

[cat]: Raphael responded to the shirt fiasco via That Glare™

[dot]: I am so glad I don't get That Glare™ anymore

[cat]: I could tell he was thinking this guy was just using Magnus for a good time last night and trying to decide how thoroughly to murder him. [cat]: But the boy glared back, and I think they had some sort of secret conversation via scowling eyebrows and rolled eyes? Because afterwards they were perfectly civil to each other.

[dot]: what. how.

[tessa]: stop I can't breathe

[dot]: don't stop I wanna see if she turns any other silly colors

[cat]: oh, I can't stop. I am nowhere near being able to stop

[dot]: yay!

[cat]: Ragnor said "it was nice to see him again" and didn't tease him about the shirt thing and actually engaged in small talk about someone they both knew for like five minutes

[tessa]: Ragnor can be nice for Magnus' sake. Occasionally. With a little prodding.

[cat]: He did it on his own! He started the conversation!

[tessa]: no

[cat]: apparently a friend of Alec's (that's the boy, sorry, I am going all out of order aren't I? Magnus calls him *Alexander* but he introduced himself to us as Alec so I'm pretty sure no one else is ever going to get to call him that) [cat]: where was I?

[dot]: I have no idea but don't ever stop

[tessa]: there's a panel starting in fifteen minutes so you'll have to stop eventually but not quite yet

[dot]: whatever, this is better than a panel

[tessa]: not when I'm IN IT

[dot]: I suppose?

[tessa]: not all of us are just here for the shopping and networking

[cat]: ANYWAY [cat]: Friend! Of Alec's! Who apparently needed a leave of absence for a semester but she was past the cut-off date and Alec was personally going to all her professors to get exceptions for her? And Ragnor helped? So he was asking Alec how she was doing now. He remembered her name and everything, he didn't just go by her hair color or a paper she wrote, he used her NAME. Bri? Brand—no. Something with a B at least.

[tessa]: sounds like the friend's pretty remarkable too if Ragnor remembered them both

[cat]: and he's apparently hired Alec for the summer work-study the Classics department does FOUR YEARS IN A ROW, even though he's not even an undergrad anymore so Ragnor had to fill out extra paperwork FROM THE DEAN'S OFFICE

[tessa]: Ragnor voluntarily subjected himself to more Aldertree? Isn't the summer program mostly for putting a student between him and the Dean so he has *less* Aldertree?

[dot]: I know you're generally very honest, and if for some reason you aren't, you're a better liar than this [dot]: but I'm still having trouble believing you

[cat]: I was there and I almost don't believe me

[tessa]: So Ragnor already liked him. And has known him for over four years. At some point Magnus is going to be very upset that he never introduced them.

[cat]: Magnus started to do that wide-eyed hiss thing that he does right before he verbally eviscerates you, you know the thing

[dot]: ouch.

[tessa]: How much blood was shed?

[cat]: None. [cat]: Alec leaned in and said something stupidly sappy like, *but we've met now* and Magnus just... smiled and leaned against his shoulder? That was it.

[dot]: he's a Magnus-Whisperer!

[tessa]: how much did you all drink for Magnus to be that relaxed at a meet-the-boyfriend thing?

[cat]: not a drop. We were all too busy being shocked to even open anything

[dot]: but. Brunch! Mimosas!

[cat]: Gorgeous boy over six feet tall who blushes!

[tessa]: wow [tessa]: I am really really sad about the lack of pictures now. Not as sad as Dot, but still sad

[cat]: And then! He left before we did because he had to go home and change before a thing at a bookstore this afternoon [cat]: like a volunteering thing, not even getting paid, he's just *helping*

[dot]: which bookstore?

[cat]: uh. The one with the name that's actually some names rather than a book pun of some sort, makes it sound all classy? Starts with ffff... fuck it I can't remember.

[dot]: Fray & Garroway? That makes sense... they hire a lot of short-term students and have like twenty children who all show up at events

[cat]: Magnus did mention something about an improbable number of siblings

[dot]: probably one of them, then

[tessa]: how do you know so much about a random bookstore?

[dot]: Elliot used to go to estate sales with Jocelyn Fray before she died. [dot]: He's got a couple pictures of them in his office, grinning over some find or another. He said she had a knack, you know? Always spotted the best stuff. She was mostly going for stuff for herself or fixtures rather than stuff to sell, but they clearly had a good time hunting together. [dot]: He still refers people over there if they're looking for books beyond what we've currently got in stock, or if they're fine with later editions, since we usually just keep firsts or seconds. Luke sends people our way periodically too.

[tessa]: Jocelyn, I haven't thought about her in ages, that must have been what, over ten years ago?

[dot]: must be. Hell, her daughter Clary's probably old enough to drink now. That's a weird thought.

[tessa]: because we're so ancient in comparison? 🙄 [tessa]: regardless, I do have to get going, and put my phone in silent. Don't go too crazy without me

[dot]: too late!

[cat]: nah, I think that's most of it [cat]: for now, at least. I cannot wait until you two meet him next week

[dot]: if you think I'm going to wait until next week to find out more you do not know me as well as I thought you did

[cat]: good luck 😉

[dot]: I don't need luck, kitty cat, you know that

[cat]: you're much more impetuously curious than I am, why am I the kitty cat?

[dot]: you have a much nicer purr?

[cat]: you are ridiculous

[dot]: and proud of it. If you find anything else out, do let us know.

[cat]: I think I'm afraid of what you'd do with it... you could always try Ragnor?

[dot]: you know that's useless, he enjoys knowing shit no one else does WAY too much to share [dot]: he's going to be lording his Alec knowledge over us for ages

[cat]: not too long. He enjoys sharing exasperated looks about Magnus even more

[dot]: ha. True. [dot]: But that won't help me before I get back

[cat]: you're back TOMORROW

[dot]: late tomorrow! That's two whole days! At least!

[cat]: you're exhausting

[dot]: 😘

[cat]: well it's not like I could slow you down, much less stop you. Have fun investigating?

[dot]: will do.