#gus is totally onto him already but hes not gonna say anything.

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there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"All Gussied Up." Gus X FEM! AFAB! Reader

Heyyyy! So uh, I watched The Reff (1994) again a few days ago and I have always loved this movie, one of my holiday faves. I had the thought that yeah Gus is attractive and could get it, totally love him, but then this year I made the jump and decided fuck it! I am gonna write for him! So here we fucking are. This is for no one but like I don’t care, I love Gussie and he deserves this treatment, here’s hoping this gets some more of you into this guy and the movie he is from! I am thinking this will be a little tradition and every December I will do a Gus piece! SO let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.4K. Gus X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Drinking. Shitty Family. Crime. Lying. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Dirty Talk. Begging. Degradation. Rope (Bungee Cord) Play. Restrained Reader. Blow Job, Rough Oral Sex. Throat Fucking. Raw Sex. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Gunplay. General Rough Stuff.

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Aunt Caroline and uncle Llyod’s house has always been chaotic and totally ridiculous. You were dragged along for many a holiday and while it was always a mess you had to admit at least it was an entertaining mess, you would come away with hilarious stories to regale your friends with.

On and on your family would complain about each other behind one another's backs and act passive aggressive and shitty to each other’s faces.

You were a full and legal adult and you didn’t have to go anymore but you didn’t have anything else to do, all your friends were already spoken for and went to their own family’s get togethers so fuck it, you weren’t about to spend Chirstmas alone. So you would go to your family’s get together, have some drinks, enjoy whatever weird non-traditional food Caroline cooked up as much as you could, give some forced smiles and thank you’s for the ill-thought out gifts and watch the chaotic mess that is your family go at each other while you sat on the sidelines.

You arrived late with your family because bitchy Connie insisted you all eat before coming over, you didn’t eat much at Denny’s and were actually feeling a bit hungry, always found it easier to stomach your aunt’s food when you were actually hungry. You come inside, arms full of gifts and as soon as you are all in you can hear the weak greetings and forced smiles with that undercurrent of bitterness and venom.

They never gave it a rest. Never taking a single day off all year, especially not the holidays.

You are trying to get your boots off without setting down the gifts, not wanting to track salt and slush onto the nice hardwood floors, you nearly stumble in your struggle and almost drop them but you hear a small “Woah, hey!” And there were two hands steadying you and helping you hold onto the load of presents.

“Careful there.” That voice. Smooth but slightly rough around the edges.

Your head snaps up and meets blue eyes and blonde hair that strikes a vibe of being between effortlessly and deceptively well kept. “Uh, thanks.” You say softly and he replies easily.

“No problem. You got it?” He asks as she starts to ease off and you nod.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

He lets go with a nod of his own and you watch his expression shift as he hears Caroline going off about something, and he sighs with a roll of his eyes and walks over to see what is going on and you watch him. Eyes dragging over him in that suit, wondering who the fuck that was and what he was doing here.

So it turns out he is Caroline and Llyod’s counselor. He wanted to be here for Christmas eve to help supervise and mediate and said that it was “-necessary.”

It seemed odd to you.

And not just his name. Dr.Wong? The fuck was that about? But the whole thing. Him wanting to be here on Christmas eve, who would want to work and do something so ridiculous as get this involved in such a personal family oriented occasion.

But hey you weren’t about to complain. Another person to witness the bullshit that was this family and he was damn easy on the eyes.

Caroline went on and on about the influence for this year's meal and the history behind it and you tried to listen as best you could even with everyone else, Connie and Rose mostly, shitting all over it. You wished they would ease up on her a bit but you had to admit the candle wreath on your head was heavy and hot and unnecessary even if the story behind it was interesting.

You ate the food, had some wine and watched and listened as the conversation turned harsher and harsher and the fighting truly started. Caroline and Llyod went off on each other as per usual and you had the thought that you wouldn’t be surprised if it came out that they were getting divorced. If someone were to ask you then you’d say they should have started counselling sooner and that this was a last ditch effort before the end.

Far too little, far too late.

It was too bad you mused. When they split up then where would you get your fill of drama and spend your holidays at? Oh well. A problem for you in the future.

What really sparked attraction towards him even more was how he talked to your relatives and put them all in their place. Was this all part of the supposed treatment he was espousing? It was odd but hey if it got results.

It gets to the point that dinner is done and the good doctor tells everyone to get moving into the living room to do presents. Connie fights him on it saying they can’t do that until midnight. When he asks why not she insists that it isn’t Christmas until midnight and he tells her the nice thing about being adults is that they can open, “-the fucking presents whenever we want!”

Yeah you liked him more and more. Fuck the usual holiday traditions. Open the gifts whenever! You finish your glass as everyone else gets up to make their way to the other room and Caroline, Lloyd and the doctor retreat into the kitchen for dessert and coffee for everyone.

You reach over for the bottle of wine and pick it up, you attempt to pour some and there wasn’t anything left in it and you pout.

You take the stupid fucking wreath off and set it on the table, you blow the candles out too for safety’s sake, last thing you need is a fire.

The gift opening was always such a mess, you definitely needed another drink to enjoy it. You set the bottle back down and got up, you would go get a bottle from the kitchen and get some more. You make your way, as you approach the door you can hear them fighting again and roll your eyes with a sigh, why are you not surprised?

You push the door that leads from the dining room to the kitchen with your shoulder as you are saying, “Hey guys, we are out of wine, do you have more of that sharaz or-?”

You look up and see the dessert on the counter, saw Caroline and Lloyd standing together, the doctor across from them, three of them fighting and bickering and a gun in the blonde man's hand.

You dropped the empty bottle in your hand and somehow it didn't shatter but the sound was loud enough to get them all to stop and look at you.

Shit.

You see his jaw clench, a hand through his hair and he lets out a sigh before running his hand that wasn’t gripping the gun down his face. His arm drops back to his side and he says, “Caroline. Lloyd. Take this shit-” he gestures to the tray of coffee and the cake with the gun, “-out into the living room. I’ll be in soon.”

“Don’t do anything to her-'' Caroline started and Llyod joined in talking right along with her, “Really! She won’t say a thing-”

And the blonde man groaned and gestured again with the weapon, “Fucks sake do you two ever shut the fuck up?! I’m handling it-”

“But-” And he cut Llyod off harshly, stepping closer, getting in his face as he said sternly. “Llyod? Shut. Up. And get. Out.”

They both did actually shut up which never seemed to happen but when he talked they listened. Then again he DID have a gun he was brandishing in a rather threatening manner. They collected their trays and scooted out of the kitchen leaving you alone with him.

You felt hot, this was an extremely dangerous situation with a total stranger, why were you feeling hot? Gripping your empty glass tightly as he started to come over to you, shit, him getting closer wasn’t going to help this little problem at all.

“So-” he starts, a sniff and a roll of his shoulders, as he was standing less than a foot in front of you. “-they claim you won’t say anything. And those two don’t seem too fucking attached to their family other than their son so the fact they fell over themselves to defend you says something.”

You nod once, “They’ve always liked me. I don’t really cause trouble and stay out of the family drama.”

He laughs a little, “Oh and how’s that working out for you?”

A small laugh of your own and you shrug, “Usually fine but tonight? Not so much.”

“Yeah no shit.” He was fucking smiling, seemed a tad too amused. He was speaking again.

“Seriously. You seem more than old enough to avoid all this shit, why are you fucking here right now?” He asked and you cock your head to the side, “Honestly? No one else to spend it with and with me staying at arms length I can have some drinks and enjoy the chaos safely.”

“You subject yourself to this shit WILLINGINGLY?” You nod once and he continues on, “You’re fucking nuts! All of you! Jesus Christ.” Another heavy sigh before he says.

“More than that though, no one else to spend the holidays with?” he asks with a scoff, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

You set the empty glass down and said, “I mean it. All my friends are busy with their own, much more normal families.”

“Lucky them. And here we are with all of them.” He says with a vague gesture out to the area past the kitchen where everyone else was. “Ha, yeah…”

A beat of silence as you both stared at each other and you finally said. “So you’re not a doctor.”

He laughed, a shake of his head, “No, no I am not.”

You were so fucking curious what his deal was but you wouldn’t push. “I don’t need to know whatever you’re doing. I won’t say shit.”

He hadn't dropped the gun, still had it so near you and he pushed a little closer to you, his face was closer to yours as if he was searching for something in your eyes, trying to determine if there was even the smallest hint of bullshit in what you were saying. Eyes narrowing and you watch him adjust the gun in his grip, inviting pink tongue darting out to lick over his lips and you fight the urge to bite yours.

“You know I could hurt you real easy right? I’d have no problem doing it. And I’d get away with it.”

You don't doubt him.

You’ve been staring the whole night and God, something about him just fucking got to you. Maybe it was the suit or the stance, his confidence but probably it was his attitude. Plus he was funny, you really liked funny. How he handled your family was a major plus too. A guy who didn’t take shit was almost always attractive. You didn’t exactly like your family and didn’t mind him putting them in their place.

“For real though, how have you been dealing with the happy couple?”

You ask seriously and he scoffs. “My God. How do you think I have been dealing with Sonny and fucking Cher out there? Those two never, ever, shut the fuck up. Like, is it a bit? Are they not able to get off if they don’t act totally insufferable?!”

You laugh, one hand over your mouth, “I cannot imagine how terrible they’ve been! They always get worse under stress! You’d think the one time they could knock it off is in a life and death scenario like this but they can’t stop even for that.”

“Exactly! I have a fucking gun and they are acting like it’s all some big fucking joke.”

And that is how the conversation really started between you and him. You fill him in on stories of Caroline and Llyod being utterly insane and him being able to vent and rant about his night thus far, but mostly about their behavior.

The energy was good, you were both laughing probably more than you should considering the circumstances. This conversation is what helps convince him, you are funny and speak your mind while you are going off he decides that you clearly aren’t attached to them and won’t say anything or try some shit.

You are feeling good. Are warm and giggly, tipsy and he is attractive and it’s been fucking forever and you are feeling a little fear for your life as well as feeling a bit emboldened by the fact you are clicking with him.

So you take a risk.

You press yourself to him, looking up at him and you offer to show him where your loyalty could lie. “I don’t care about them really. They can get fucked and if it will help convince you then I could ease some of your stress.”

You are really going all in. You didn't like your life or family here, to the point that you were willing to essentially fuck a total, admittedly very attractive stranger to save your life.

The way you say it, in that nice dress you wore, the implication was crystal clear and he is in disbelief as he asks, “Woah-are you, are you fucking shitting me?” You shake your head and your hand meets the front of his suit pants and you feel him tense, a sharp inhale and it’s almost like you can feel his dick jump at the contact.

His eyes meet yours and he can see just how serious you are and he makes a split second decision. He has had a hell of a night and this kind of opportunity with someone as attractive as you doesn’t come along every day.

“Fuck it.” He groans out and his hand closes on your wrist and he drags you along with him.

It happens in the pantry.

He has you on your knees, had secured your wrists with one of the bungee cords that was left in the kitchen, he didn’t want you pulling anything funny or trying to flip the situation to your advantage.

His pants and belt open and you are using your mouth on him, lips wrapped around him and you felt insanely hot at this. You never even kissed him and yet you had lowered yourself before him and were sucking his dick.

He still has his gun in his hand. Incentive to ensure you behave but he wasn’t sure he needed it. You seemed so into it and were doing so well so quickly.

He lets himself get swept up in it.

He fucks your mouth, one hand on your head as he rocks his hips forward and he is dirty talking to you the whole time. He sure seemed the talkative type but you loved that.

“I thought you mighta been-shit-different from the rest of em’. ” He breathed out, pushing deeper into your mouth and you hum as you suck, “I mean hell, who does shit like this with someone they just met?”

He is panting a little as you pull up, cheeks hollowing as you do so, sucking hard, tongue pressed to that vein on the underside of his shaft, looking up at him the whole time. His eyes on you, his hair messy, sweat on his brow, hips moving to help you out, sliding in and out of your lips wrapped tightly around him. The sight and the arousal pooling low inside of you has you moaning against his shaft and pressing your thighs together, wishing your hands were free if only to grind against your own palm for the smallest amount of relief.

He is letting out these amazing groans, head tipping back, a harder thrust into your mouth that makes you gag and he curses at that, he loves how it feels and the sound you let out so he does it again. Looking back down at you as he makes you gag a few more times till you are looking pleadingly up at him, tearing up and he inhales shakily at that. “Goddamn.”

You throb at that. You pull him out of your mouth, his cock is nearly dripping from your spit and you rested him against your cheek, breathing harder as you then beg for the unthinkable, “Pl-please, I-I’m so turned on, please, please, fuck me?”

Seriously what the fuck did he do to get this?

He laughs in shock. But he sees how serious you are. The gun comes down and he drags it over your other cheek and the fear doesn’t dampen the heat inside, but instead adds to it, you are breathing harder, eyes half lidded, glazed over with lust and pure want. He says it quietly, “You mean it.”

He sees how badly you want it. Almost squirming, hips shifting, desperate for any stimulation, your roll your wrists and you just want, you nod furiously.

He is nearly throbbing and he degrades you, "Shit, you really ARE a little fuckin' freak. Family one room over, a man on the run with a gun and you're on your knees begging to get fucked."

You can't help but agree. Degrade yourself in hopes of satiating that desire. “Yes, yes, I’m the worst, please, I need it, hurry-”

He does.

You are pushed up against the shelves, the skirt of your dress is hiked up and soaked panties are ripped down your thighs, you are bent slightly at the waist, giving him good access and so fast it is happening. That first stroke makes you gasp. Sliding all the way inside and you feel him tense, a groan in your ear and once he is seated fully inside of you a quiet moan leaves your lips as you clench around him.

He doesn’t waste time at all. The need is far too great.

He fucks you from behind, one hand holding that gun and resting near your head on one of the shelves and the other on your bound wrists. He uses his hand on the bungee cord to help pull you back to him as his hips slam forward. He is fucking you raw, totally bare and that thought had moaning and he is speaking low and just to you, “Shut the fuck up, you want them to hear?”

You bite back a moan, eyes threatening to roll back and he laughs again, “Ahhh. Oh my fucking God, you just squeezed me so hard, you are into that shit.”

The pleasure is mounting quickly, he found that sweet spot that made you want to sob so quickly, you made it so obvious from the way you trembled and the choked sound you let out when he hit it that first time. “You are so easy. Do this kind of thing all the time, hmmm?”

You shake your head, “No-nooo.” And he thrusts harder, a grind that has you squeezing your eyes shut as you quietly curse. “No? You mean you only beg to fuck criminals you just met? Regular guys just don’t-huff-scratch that itch the same way, eh?”

When he puts it like that you gotta admit you do sound really fucked up. You really don’t normally do this kind of thing but there was just something different about him, this particular kind of chemistry and energy that just lights a spark inside of you that is unignorable.

You are biting your bottom lip so hard as you struggle to hold back your moans, thighs are shaking, fists clenched and he asks, “Gonna cum already?”

It was a taunt, it made you let out a shuddering breath. Pleasure is rising more and more and fuck, it was all so good.

You were. Normally it took a while to get to that point with someone new, cumming with a brand new partner was a near impossibility but here you were on the edge and ready to spill over so quickly when you’d known him less than three hours. Was he that good? Were you that compatible or was it simply the danger, the situation? Or maybe, it was exactly as he’d suggest, that you are just that big a slut?

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, the point is you were going to cum on his cock. "You-ahhhn-filthy fucking whore. You gonna keep quiet?"

You didn't think you were.

A shake of your head and he put the gun on the shelf. Hand over your mouth. He was so strong, your moans were so muffled when he covered your mouth, you could really let loose. It made it feel better, the sensation sharper, you moaning into his palm made him fuck you harder, skin on skin filling the small space of the pantry.

The dam breaks and you cum and cum hard. You are shoved against the shelves so hard that it helps support you otherwise you aren't sure you'd be on the floor. You are breathing so hard through your nose, trembling as he is still tugging on your wrists, his hips not letting up, pace faltering, he was close. You shake your head and he pulls his hand away and you beg quietly for it, begging for him to cum in you.

He grit out, "Stupid fuckin' whore, you-you're unbelievable-" but then his sentence trailed off.

He clearly had more to say but instead a strained groan tears from his throat one final thrust into you as he came. Warmth spread inside and you hummed in pure satisfaction, feeling amazing and still attempting to catch your breath along with him.

It isn’t quiet for long, he pulls out and you are still heaving and half dressed cum now leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs and you hear the sound of him fixing his clothes. He leans in close and asks, "You gonna be a good girl and keep your mouth shut?"

You are and you do.

A nod and he simply say’s, “Good.” He takes the bungee cord off of you and you roll your wrists, turn around to see him getting his suit jacket back on and fixing his tie. You watch him and he nods at you as he said, “Christ, clean yourself up at little at least”

Fuck, the way he talks to you is too much in the best way.

Soon you are back out, straightened up and going into the living room. You didn’t take that long, it was a pretty quick thing from threats to conversation to fucking, all in all less than twenty minutes but you were still worried your absence would be missed and so obvious.

You enter the living room to find the cake untouched and instead find them all fighting yet again. They didn’t pay any attention to how long you were gone.

Yeah that seems about right.

You play nice and play along, but he's still found out by the rest of your family.

Don't worry though, they are tied up to prevent any interference. Seeing Rose gagged so the never ending stream of bullshit that frequently poured from her lips was too good for words, a great present honestly.

Turns out his real name is Gus and he is a career criminal, a robbery gone wrong that night and getting mixed up with and using Caroline and Llyod’s place to try and lay low and instead he got swept up in this mess with all of you. What rotten luck indeed, but pretty good for you, this had been the best Christmas at their house you have had by far.

The police are almost there and you have all come to an agreement that you couldn’t turn him in. Caroline and Llyod and Jesse and you all thinking hard on what to do and during this you are thankful they don’t question you being so on board or question what happened in the kitchen. Jesse suggests leading him through the woods to get to the docks and onto the boat where his partner in crime was waiting.

The decision is made, he goes on the run and you are sad to see him go.

He is saying quick good-byes, definitely in a rush and yet you and he share a small look as he is going and you swear that both you and he connected on some deeper level and aren't going to forget each other.

It's unspoken and shockingly lovely, stirs emotion that's foreign deep in your chest as you wave farewell.

Caroline and Llyod play their parts lovely and are so insufferable as they bicker and attempt to explain what happened that the cops don’t stick around long or ask questions. As you watch it plays out you have to fight the smile from creeping up on your face. Thank God for small town idiot cops who are clamoring to get this over and done with and home to their own families.

The rest of the holiday that year after your other family members are untied is entertaining to say the least.

So when Caroline and Llyod work shit out and don't get divorced, visiting them is much more pleasant. You are so glad they manage to figure it all out. You still come back often even if certain other family members refuse.

Every year you think of him as you are around their house. Opening gifts in their living room or when you are helping cook in the kitchen.

A new yearly tradition is struck the year after where you relive those memories in the pantry. Late at night on Christmas eve with one hand over your mouth, panties around your knees and one hand between your thighs as you get off to your experience a year prior where he fucked you against the very shelving you currently are leaning on.

The holidays are good, if not a little lonely.

You always have a small and futile hope that he might show up again even though you know it's foolish. I mean he made a clean get away with that big final score and should be retired on some nice sunny tropical island somewhere.

Yet you still hope anyway.

So when the doorbell rings near dinner time on Christmas eve three years later and you answer it and find the best gift possible, the one you've been praying to get for the past three years.

There was Gus standing on the front porch with gifts in hand, snow on his shoulders and more color in his cheeks than you remember. You can't stop the grin from spreading on your face.

He returns it as he says, "I was hoping you'd be here."

Merry fucking Christmas to you.

[sepublic]

SEASON 2 OF THE OWL HOUSE!!!

          RUHGISN/LIFNALARNGLIENARE

           Onto business first and foremost! We get twenty-one episodes, an extra one to make up for the rather odd, nineteen-count from the first season! That’s forty episodes in total! Then Season 3…

           OH, Season 3… I love it but it hurts! The Lord giveth and taketh away, it’s confirmed, but it’s only THREE 44-minute specials! By my calculations, that’s about the length of SIX normal episodes… THE OWL HOUSE IS SO DANG POPULAR AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO DISNEY?!?!! First Amphibia’s finale gets screwed over, THEN this?! But at least Amphibia gets its full third season… At least I assumeit does, oh for the love of Titan if it doesn’t…

           It is extremely imperative that we petition Disney to let TOH’s third season be full-length! Because Dana herself admitted that the main reason she left Twitter was to cope with THAT news, and… OH MY GOD POOR DANA you fought SO hard against all odds to give us this show, this previous love-child of your mind and heart and spite, for this!? But it might not be too late- If we assault Disney with our demand, they MIGHT just change their mind! SO GET ON WITH IT! Let the cartoon community rally AGAIN!

           But, right-

           The first half of episodes for Season 2 is going to be TEN episodes, the second half will be eleven! Already better than the first season, but as a reminder, that’s what we’re getting so far before our mid-season hiatus! And on THAT note…

           We have confirmation for the first FIVE episodes, which will begin airing just a mere FOUR WEEKS from now! We have Separate Tides, Escaping Expulsion, Echoes of the Past, Keeping Up A-fear-ances, and Through the Looking Glass Ruins!

           These episode titles spell out “SEEK T”, presumably “Seek t(he)”, so we can already guess the next two episodes after TtLGR! That leaves fourteen more letters for the Season 2 message; The last one was “A witch loses a true way,” so perhaps this season is advising Luz to seek something that will help her get back home? Something that will help her confront and defeat Belos? A little bit of both?

           Separate Tides is the season premiere! Luz is feeling guilty about the loss of Eda’s powers, poor girl, so she’s going to set sail for a lucrative bounty? Interesting… Perhaps a real Bloom of Eternal Youth? Something magical and bile-related? More lore on the nature of magic and its origins???

           Escaping Expulsion… hoo boy, THAT’s what we’ve all been looking forward to! Odalia and Alador get Luz, Willow, and Gus expelled?! No rights for them, even if that was already obvious but WOW. But more importantly, Luz strikes a deal with the two?!? What do Odalia and Alador want from Luz, to get her back into Hexside?!?!

           Dana mentioned how Season 1 had more focus on Hexside at Disney’s request. Given how Season 2 is more her style and freedom, we might see Luz and the others remain expelled from Hexside, if only to detach them from the coven system for the time being as their rebellion grows… And give focus to OTHER things as well! Which is going to suck a LOT and I’m going to hate Odie and Al even more for this, taking away not just Luz’s opportunity but also Willow and Gus’… Especially Willow since they DID follow through on that threat, holy shit, Amity and Willow must be hurt and traumatized from this!

           But what do Odalia and Alador want from Luz? Do they want to use her as leverage against Belos? To use her FOR Belos? I’m suddenly reminded of that idea I had about Odalia and Alador being interested in Luz as like, an actual suitor for Amity… GOD my Lumity heart would actually love it if that were the case! Obviously in the long run it’s bad and for THEIR purposes, but the idea of Luz learning to be more proper for them, for AMITY really… Oh man, this is reminding me of my speculation of Luz and Alador parallels! We might just see what makes Alador so interesting to Dana in this episode, and just the SECOND one of Season 2, no less- Right into the story meat!

           ECHOES OF THE PAST! King lore! KING LORE!!! Even better Luz, Lilith, and… HOOTY… go to a new island?! An island related to King’s past? Is Eda sticking with King to make sure he doesn’t do anything, or god, did King’s antics get her into trouble again? And Hooty… HOOTY is coming with Luz and Lilith???! I’m grateful for Luz and Lilith interaction, we might get to see them talk things over, but how is Hooty…? Is the house coming along?

           Dana mentioned two spoilers and a lie, one of them was Hooty leaving the house! I guess this is one of them… The others were Camila beating someone up and Gus getting a growth spurt, which we’ll get onto later; So I think Camila beating someone up is the lie! Dang it… But a dangerous new island, could this be related to the various pieces of Titan bones mentioned in The Unauthorized History of the Boiling Isles, scattered throughout the boiling seas, all alluding to another incomplete Titan?!

           Are they KING’S REMAINS??! And his bones are incomplete because he still has his SKULL!!!!

           Keeping Up A-fear-ances is pretty obviously Gwendolyn. Screw you, Gwen, and the confirmation that her presence is causing strain for everyone… YIKES. Hopefully we’ll get Young Eda and Lilith backstory, and see how they transitioned from the YBOS flashback to present-day! Perhaps Gwendolyn DID help Eda when she first transformed… Either way, I do not like her. But she’ll be fascinating to see!

           Through the Looking Glass Ruins! As I said before, Gus gets a growth spurt, and he’s trying to impress kids from Glandus… Which YES GLANDUS, more schools lore! But uhh… If they’re at Glandus, is it because they didn’t get back into Hexside after all, and they’re moving to a different school? Luz and Amity are exploring a dangerous library there, which, Lost in Language flashbacks! But why is AMITY there… Oh Titan, does SHE choose to leave Hexside at the end of Escaping Expulsion, as a means of defying her parents’ will, to go with the friends she loves! If so… YEAH AMITY! That, or she’s out on a visit. Will Amity run from home and live with the others, or maybe Willow and her dads? Gus and Perry? Or will she still be at the Blight Manor… Dana wasn’t kidding about Emira and Edric being distracted from Grom!

           Maybe Amity works something out that gets her expelled from Hexside, and Glandus is the new school for her, who knows? Perhaps it’s because of Belos, and so Odalia and Alador are furious, but they want their kid at a school regardless, so Glandus it is! The Hexside Banshees lost their best captain… Not that she was even playing so it doesn’t matter, but still! THIS would be quite a shock and change for Amity! And Luz, Willow, and Gus… Dang, they’re just losing a lot huh?

           If they ARE going to Glandus and enrolling there, then maybe the episode will end in a failure, or maybe they’re pretending to in order to access the library, maybe a library incident will get their enrollment cancelled! I’m interested in seeing Glandus’ location, we know it’s on an island elsewhere… I kind of want to see the principal of Glandus, will they be cool like Bump? Have a rivalry with him??? Hexside lore??? FORBIDDEN SHIP BETWEEN BUMP AND GLANDUS PRINCIPAL??!?!

           But yeah, those are the episode synopses, and they promise a LOT! It seems each episode so far is just pure character or plot stuff… Not to dunk on ‘filler’, which I think is misused for a lot of episodes honestly, but I like it! I guess Dana and crew have to make the most of their time thanks to Disney’s weird thing with Season 3, screw you Mickey… But yeah! I’m definitely gonna say more stuff and talk about the intro, but for now, I AM HYPED!!!

[astorytotellyourfriends]

81 + polyphantoms 👀

THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY BUT I'M TRYING and i hope u enjoy!

-x-

It's Alex's turn to put away the laundry, even though he swears it was his turn just last week. He grumbles to himself as he yanks the clothes out of the dryer and shoves them into the basket, making a mental note to write down that he totally did the laundry this week so when next weekend rolls around he won't be talked into doing it again.

Reggie's lounging on the bed reading a book when Alex comes in with the basket, and a couple of errant socks land on him as Alex upends the contents of the basket next to him. He waits for Alex to start separating the mound of laundry into smaller piles before he adds the socks to the correct one, knowing full well not to throw off Alex's sorting process.

Alex is almost finished sorting when he picks up a pair of underwear he doesn't recognize. It catches Reggie's eye too and he closes his book with a loud clap as he stares.

"Is… is that a thong?" he asks.

"I… yeah?" Alex swallows hard. "Is it yours?"

"No!" Reggie answers quickly, his face going bright red.

"It's not mine," Alex says, before Reggie can even ask. "So then--"

"It's mine," Luke says. Alex turns around to find him in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. "Like it?"

Alex clears his throat and tosses the thong onto the bed. "It's… well. It's something."

"When did you get it?" Reggie asks as he sits up on the bed, putting his book aside and slowly reaching for the thong like he can't help himself.

"Couple days ago." Luke comes into the bedroom and pulls the thong out from under Reggie's fingers. "Wanted to wash it before I wore it."

"You--" Reggie's voice catches. "You're gonna wear it?"

"Duh." Luke snickers. "Why else would I have bought it?"

"When are you gonna wear it?" Alex asks, finally having found his voice again.

"Hmm…" Luke clicks his tongue and glances at the door to the bathroom. "How about now?"

He grins at the two of them before he disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. It reopens a second later and Luke sticks his head out.

"Clear off the bed, okay?" he asks with a wink before he shuts the door again.

"I'll help," Reggie says as he starts balling up pairs of socks. Alex breathes out a laugh of disbelief before he joins in, folding up the laundry while excitement floods his veins.

Alex and Reggie finish putting all of the laundry away before the bathroom door opens again, and the pair sit up by the headboard of the bed as they wait for Luke to come out. Alex taps his fingers against his thighs impatiently until Reggie tangles their fingers together, squeezing Alex's hand in a comforting way.

Whether he's trying to calm Alex down, keep himself calm, or a mixture of both, Alex can't really be sure. But when Luke comes out of the bathroom both of them stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at him.

He's completely naked save for the thong, whose dark red fabric fits snug around his cock. Luke smirks as he does a little spin, slowing down to show off his ass and glancing over his shoulder to see their reactions.

"What do you think?" he asks in a smug voice, as if he doesn't already know.

Reggie whimpers and squeezes Alex's hand even tighter. Alex tries to speak but finds it impossible to make anything come out of his mouth.

Luke crawls up onto the bed and slots himself in-between the other two, laying on his chest so they have the perfect view of his round ass in the thong. He lets out a soft groan when Reggie reaches out and touches his ass, unable to stop himself.

Alex watches intently until he realizes that he could be doing the same thing and cups his hand around Luke's other ass cheek, getting a little rougher right off the bat. He squeezes and kneads the flesh with his fingers and Luke closes his eyes as he moans a little louder than before.

A loud smack sounds out of nowhere and Alex freezes as Luke gasps sharply, his eyes snapping open and turning to look at Reggie.

"I…" Reggie gulps. "I just-- I didn't--"

Luke pushes his hips up, sticking his ass higher into the air and against Alex and Reggie's hands. "Do it again."

Reggie glances at Alex briefly, waiting for him to nod before he spanks Luke again. Luke gasps again and a lewd moan follows as his hips rock forward. Alex takes the next opportunity to spank his other cheek and Luke continues making all sorts of noises that go straight to both Alex and Reggie's cocks.

"Fuck," Alex groans as he massages Luke's ass. "You love that, don't you?"

"Yeah," Luke says as he pushes his ass back into Alex's hand. He turns his head and nuzzles his face against Alex's thigh, his breath feeling hot and heavy over Alex's jeans.

"God," Alex gasps as Luke moves closer towards his dick. "Do you wanna--"

"Yeah," Luke moans as he presses his face into Alex's groin. "Let me."

"O-Okay," Alex says as he pulls his hand away from Luke's ass and starts undoing his jeans. "Reg--" he gasps. "You should--"

"Fuck me," Luke interrupts as he turns his head towards Reggie. "You should fuck me."

Reggie moans and palms his own dick, nodding his head feverishly in agreement. He rips his jeans off as quickly as possible, practically tearing his shirt over his head before he grabs the bottle of lube off of the bedside table while Alex pulls his cock out of his boxers and Luke wastes no time in taking it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck…" Alex whimpers as Luke sinks his mouth down so low that his nose presses into the hair around the base of Alex's cock. Out of the three of them, Luke's the best at deep throating and he really likes showing off. "God, Luke, you just--"

"Sh-Should I--" Reggie starts as he fits himself between Luke's legs, drawing Alex's attention away from Luke sucking his cock. "The thong… should I…?"

"Leave it on," Alex says, gasping when Luke moans around him. "Just pull it to the side."

Reggie bites his lip and whimpers as he does exactly that, and when he pulls the elastic away from Luke's hole he realizes that Luke's already wet.

"Fuck," Reggie groans as he presses the tip of his finger against Luke's hole. "You fucking planned this, didn't you?"

"What?" Alex asks, his voice getting higher in pitch as Luke moans around him again.

"He's already loose," Reggie explains with another low groan as he slicks up his cock. "He fucking planned all of this."

Alex fists his hand in Luke's hair and pulls him off of his cock just as Reggie starts pushing into Luke, making him gasp and whine as Alex tightens his grip.

"Is that true?" Alex asks as he rubs his other thumb over Luke's swollen lips. "Is that what took you so long in the bathroom?"

"Yeah," Luke answers, his voice smug but wrecked as he licks his lips and tries to catch Alex's thumb with his tongue. "Knew you'd like it."

Alex's cock twitches and he feeds it back into Luke's mouth, pushing his head back down as he starts fucking his hips up while Reggie thrusts into Luke's hole. He grips Luke's hips, one hand holding the thong to the side so he can slide in and out of him with ease.

"Too bad you just washed the thong," Alex says with a breathless laugh. "Gonna mess it up."

"Yeah," Reggie replies with a similar laugh, moaning when Luke clenches around him. "Fuck, wanna see that."

"C'mon, Luke," Alex groans as he pulls Luke's hair. "Make me come so we can watch you."

Luke whimpers around Alex's cock, bobbing his head up and down as best he can as Alex fucks his throat and pulls his hair even more. Alex gasps and groans, feeling his orgasm build as he darts his eyes back and forth between watching Reggie fuck Luke and Luke suck his cock.

"God--" Alex tips his head back and moans loudly. "I'm gonna--"

"Shit!" Reggie cries out as Luke clenches hard around him as Alex comes in his mouth. "F-Fuck, Luke, that feels so fucking good."

Alex pulls Luke's head up so that the last bit of come that shoots out of his cock splatters across his parted lips. "Pull him up," he tells Reggie in a breathless voice, letting go of Luke's hair as Reggie hooks his arm around Luke's torso.

Luke looks positively debauched as he arches his back against Reggie; his eyes are closed and the thong has a wet spot where his cock's leaked so much that the red is even darker than before. If Alex hadn't just come, the sight of Luke would be more than enough to send him over the edge.

"Reggie," Luke whines. "Wanna come."

"You can come," Reggie whispers back, his voice growing tight like it always does right before he comes.

"Don't touch," Alex says as Luke reaches for his cock. His fist curls at his hip and he whines again as he wraps his other arm around the back of Reggie's head. "Wanna see you come from Reggie fucking you."

"I'm close," Reggie hisses as he presses his face against Luke's head. "God, you feel--"

Luke cries out even louder than Reggie does when he comes, and Alex's eyes drop down to the thong and sees the exact moment Luke starts to come. His cock twitches hard against the tight fabric and the wet spot grows exponentially bigger in just a few seconds.

Reggie gasps and moans as he clutches Luke's chest, jerking hard against Luke as he rides out the aftershocks. Luke licks his lips, collecting the remains of Alex's come and swallowing as he moans in satisfaction. Eventually he slowly opens his eyes and looks over at Alex, smirking widely as Reggie glances at Alex too.

"So?" Luke asks smugly. "You guys like the thong?"

Alex huffs out a laugh and Reggie snorts. "Yeah," Alex answers in as dry of a tone as he can muster. "I think we like it."

prompt lists | filled prompts

[drivingsideways]

hi, I've been going through your jtbc life tag, and seeing your commentary on how the writer lacked in some parts, how differently would you have written it had you helmed it?

How delightful. This no-name fic writer unencumbered by entertainment industry realpolitik would:

1. Write the elder Ye sibling as a woman. Why not? Are women not allowed grief and misdirected rage? Are they not allowed to shake the world? I submit that they are. I don't think there needs to be too much change to Ye Jin-woo's role/ characterization for this to work. The love story between the siblings remains absolutely the same. 

2. HOWEVER. I would not go into a pointless red herring plot about possible murder. Ye Seon-woo and Ye Seol-hee find out about the funds misappropriation; unfortunately Director Lee passes away before he can take any action. With Deputy Director Kim in line for the job, and also their PRIME SUSPECT, ER star doctor Ye Seol-hee gets into battle mode.

3. Meanwhile! Sungkook stalwarts ( and People Who Have Had An Unspoken Thing Between Them for twenty odd years , two marriages, two divorces, and two kids betwixt them) Chiefs Joo and Oh are in the process of figuring out What To Do About the Problem of CEO Gu Seung-hyo. Chief Joo and CEO Gu clash very publicly, and Chief Joo's MORAL COMPASS and (unfortunate!) popularity with the staff make him a front runner for director's post because the Kim Tae-Sang subplot gets resolved a little faster. But! CEO Gu knows Chief Joo would be a total disaster and he thinks Chief Oh would be an acceptable compromise? So he's trying to figure out how to get an in with her, because they seem to be A Team, and she speaks her mind but doesn't do any real politicking; ffs, she hasn't even put her name on the list. How now?

4. Hello, junior NEUROSURGEON Lee No-eul of the sunny smiles and unfortunate taste in friends, but BETTER taste in mentors i.e Chief Oh's special fave. Lee No-eul is his in! She seems a sensible sort- they end up sitting having a  meal together at the cafeteria when she walks up and introduces herself and they actually have a particularly good conversation about the govt’s latest regulations re: health insurance- and she adores her sunbae.

5. But how to? Enter Kang Kyung-ah, who LUCKILY has befriended Lee No-eul, VIA Ye Seon-woo, whose love for Lee No-eul could be seen from SPACE, Gu Seung-hyo thinks, but to which No-eul remains charmingly oblivious. But that's not *his * problem, he just needs No-eul to latch onto the idea that Chief Oh should be the next director.

Isn't it time this hospital put women in leadership roles, Kang Kyung-ah asks No-eul over coffee and chatter about kittens. CEO nim was honestly surprised not to see any names in senior management. Of course, the field at the moment was narrow, this was probably something they needed to work on, but Chief Oh has the chops, doesn't Dr.Lee think so? Dr. Lee does think so. Perhaps Dr. Lee should tell her sunbae that then, and y'know, drop the hint that CEO nim would be very happy to see her name on the list. (It would be great drama if this becomes a point of contention between Ye Seol-hee and Lee No-eul rather than you know Romantic Problems Caused By Best Friend Falling For Known Enemy)

5. Chief Oh knows she has the chops. But- there's Chief Joo to consider. She loves him, but god, the man needs to learn to work around things to move them forward, instead of being the tree that won't move. Plus it's a LOT OF WORK, and it's not like she's not already STRESSEDT. Alright, whatever, she's gonna do it.

6. Well, Chief Joo thinks it's a brilliant idea, and really wants her to win, but wait, WHAT, you don't think Gu Seung-hyo needs to be taken down entirely, he just needs to be kept in line? HE HAS SEDUCED YOU WITH HIS CHARM AND HIS PROMISE OF BETTER EQUIPMENT FOR NEUROSURGERY. ARE YOU GOING TO BE SELLING VITAMIN SUPPLEMENTS NOW, IS THAT WHERE THIS IS GOING? (How could you betray everything we've stood for all these years?? How can you betray everything we’ve been to each other all these years?)

7. I feel this would be a great time to bring things to boiling point with a nursing staff strike? Kim Eun-ha was a fave minor character that I would have liked to see more of, and I think her whole cause of better pay/ working conditions for nursing staff would be a great crisis point to really go all out with Our Golden Trio, as Seung-hyo, Chief Joo and Chief Oh take different positions on this, while the directorship remains in the air. 

7. So, well, it's VERY difficult and there's PINING like crazy, but like, when push comes to shove, THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER OK? He votes for her of course (though he doesn't tell her that), and she brokers a decent compromise for the nursing staff AND gets him a budget for those rural clinics he’s been dreaming of, but oh no, can she ever forgive him for Things That Happened and Oh No Can He Ever Forgive Me For Crossing Sides etc. The Pining (TM) reaches such stratospheric levels that even Ye Seol-hee takes time off from fucking things up to notice. [”How Sungkook’s Hospital betrayed it’s staff by breaking the first ever strike” reads the top online story for a week ]

(What's going on with them, she asks her bestest friend Lee No-eul, who shrugs, philosophically, pats her hand and says, not something you'll understand, you have to know what Real Romance is for that. Hmmph, says Ye Seol-hee, and grumps for a week, but No-eul also notices that these days Seol-hee keeps running off to take calls in secret and it turns out that secret is firebrand reporter and giraffe Choi Seo-hyun? Oh! thinks Lee No-eul, that's adorable, and she tells Seon-woo , and they both look at each other and burst out laughing, and Seol-hee finds her life even more UNBEARABLE thanks for nothing)

7. The point is, Gu Seung-hyo thinks, the point is, Chief Joo and Director Oh are there for each other, their bond wasn't something that even his interference (for admittedly selfish reasons) had broken, and y'know what, he's not a kid, he's emotionally aware enough to admit that he'd really like something like that for himself. What would that even be like, he thinks, as he cuddles Nighty, to know that you weren't alone, and that someone would love you despite your fuck ups or for them, even? And FINE, he wasn't immune to the attraction of deeply moral men who worked 48 hrs straight and fell asleep in supply closets, and NEITHER was he unaware of the way he maybe sometimes found himself taking a little extra care of his appearance on the days he had a meeting with Director Oh, but none of this could be allowed to matter, the point is that they'd never see him as anything but an outsider, and anyway, the way things were going, he'd probably have no cause to see them every single day--

8. "Gosh, listen to this man making us reveal our age," Director Oh says at the farewell dinner they organize for him. It surprises him that it's dinner, that the restaurant is cosy, warm, instead of business-like. It doesn't surprise him in the least that the low, warm lighting accentuates the twinkle Chief Joo's dark eyes as he replies, or that it makes the red of Director Oh’s lipstick headier than the wine they’re drinking. It’s their favourite restaurant he finds out, a small joint that serves Ethiopian food, they’ve been coming here for twenty years, and everyone knows them and they know everyone, and oh, y’know, when he’s in town and not so busy, would he like to join them for their weekly dinners here? 

9. But WHAT ABOUT THE ROMANCE you ask, every kdrama needs a romance, not just subtextual OT3! You’re absolutely right! Not to worry, Kang Kyung-ah is totally on the job! “How adorable is Ye Seon-woo!” she tells Lee No-eul on one of their many dates where they don’t discuss Gu Seung-hyo at ALL, “If I were ten years younger I’d totally hit that!” No-eul laughs, but is also a little embarassed, that’s like her best friend ok, and then Kyung-ah adds, “Not that he’s got eyes for anyone but you!” and No-eul goes, what? and Kyung-ah goes “what?” and then No-eul has a whole ten days (while the Ye siblings are on their seaside vacation) where she’s trying to figure out if a) it’s true and b) what she feels about it and c) then that gets VERY clarified when she finds out that Seon-woo MIGHT DIE and when they are back she’s like, listen up Seon-woo, if you have plans of dying without surgery, just gonna tell you that’s not on the cards, and Seon-woo is like, do you have an alternate plan? and Lee No-eul, neurosurgeon extraordinaire and a woman who knows what she wants, is like, you betcha, we gonna get married and have five kids, and Seon-woo is like *swallows *, “If you say so”, and she’s like “I do.”

FINI. 

[yamithediaperdork]

Crime and Punishment: Jail Bird Diaries (MHA)

Crime and Punishment: Jail bird diaries

*The following is the entries from a diary recovered from the cell of one Katsuki Bakugo after serving his time in the regression jail. certain entry's have been removed as the writing was unable to be made out.*

Week 2, Day 1

So after a fucking week in this stupid fucking hell hole they dare to call a good idea, It's been suggested to me by the stupid AI I have to refer as daddy that I might calm myself down and stop adding time to my stupid fucking sentence if I vent in this stupid fucking book. I pointed out I can barley hold this stupid fucking crayon with the mittens i have to wear but a hand just came out of the wall and patted my head, telling me I'm a clever boy and I'll figure it out. I would of added anther two months onto my sentence right then and there if it wasn't for these fucking glove, even if Maybe kinda sorta..the head pat felt nice. ANYWAYS! to any assholes reading this, expect lots of fucking cursing because daddy said I can swear all i want in here and I have a back flow I need to get out. I mean with all the stupid fucking bull shit I have to put up wi- And fuck me, shitting myself again. fuck this place sucks.

Week 2, Day 2

You just know it's gonna be a shit fucking day Diary when you wake up to the feeling of having a uber load in the seat of your pants patted and rubbed and being praised for being a super good pooper. I'm already not a fan of the super bulky diapers these bastard keep me in but 'daddy' has apparently registered me as a super pooper and states anything thing less wouldn't hold up to my boom booms. refer to my statement about earning more time in here from the last entry for my feelings on THAT! I had figured with the massive bulk of these things at least I wouldn't have to worry about any cutesy outfits save for some t-shirt but since apparently I pissed off god, guess fucking what? No really, Guess. If you guessed they went and adjusted some of the sleepers that all the other big babies in here sleep in to fit over my massive diaper ass then ding ding ding! winner winner chicken dinner. Picture me, a man known as a murder god..and in a blue full body fuzzy care bear style with a white tummy and 'har har' the grumpy bear symbol on the belly. Fucking thing even has a hood! I swear if it wasn't for the fact the thing was soooo soft and kinda comfy, I would of found a way to rip it off. and I don't care WHAT daddy claims, I only dropped right off to sleep in it because he drugged my milk, not because I felt warm and safe. Fuck this place!! I never thought I'd be semi ok with the stupid paw patrol t-shirt and my giga diapers on display.. anyways wrapping this up, apparently I'm having more fucking visitors today. fucking yay..

Week 2, Day 3

Oh my fucking god. yesterday would just NOT fucking stop. apparently it was some sort of official visitors day or some bull shit like that. 4 fucking visitors and three of them not fucking Deku who's trying to make it a point to show up every day as support. first up was mister shock and awe himself Denki. He just couldn't get that stupid grin off his face and kept gushing about how cute I was and how much he wished he could of came in and given me butt pats. I was about ready to snarl that he couldn't when a couple of daddies arms came and took a firm hold on me to keep me from bolting and then the cell door opened up. "Come on in! Katsuki can use all the butt pats he can get. I know he'll act like he hates them but all little guys like him love them." Daddy said. Like, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK! So in from that stupid blond and the door shuts and daddy tells me to turn around and present my rump for pats. Like I was gonna fucking listen to THAT and turned around to tell the speaker box his voice comes from as much and well.. Ok You see my mistake? I swear I was turning to tell daddy off but according to him and Denki I turned around like a good little boy eager for my bum pats and before I could get a god damn word out that's what was happening. talk about major fucking blushing going on and gah, not proud to say this but without a second thought i spread my legs a little so that he could get a better pat going on and it MIGHTA of sorta felt nice for all of 0.0000001 seconds! Daddy and Denki are lying sacks of shit when they say i coo'ed! Basically spent the rest of Denki's visit after that over his lap, getting butt pats and back rubs and being told just how cute I am and how much he prefers me like this. if it wasn't for the fact punching a visitor would of netted me a extra year I woulda slugged him. that the only reason i went along with it..

after a hour he left and Daddy was praising me for being a super good boy and rewarded me with chocolate milk in a bottle instead of the normal formula and put some power rangers instead of paw patrol on TV.  I mighta zoned out holding my bottle with both hands cuz of the mittens and chugging and watching that I didn't notice my next guest till I heard the giggle. whipping my head around and giving me one hell of a neck ache thats still kinda here, I saw what looked like a school girls outfit standing up on it's own and knew it was Tooru. "oh my gosh don't stop because of me! that was sooo cute! I wish they hadn't of taken away my cell phone i would of taken the cutest video!" she gushed and clapped. I held up both hands and because of the mittens she thought I was showing I wanted uppies but I think you know what i was really doing Diary. Of course daddy let her in too and she kept giving me heads and patting my head and asking daddy all sorts of questions about my treatment and like.. ugh. I felt like a toddler getting hugs and attention but ignored while the adults talked. she tugged me onto her lap and kept rocking me and tickling my tummy and it took me awhile to figure out what she was trying to do, she was trying to make me crap myself during her visiting time! well she left half disappointed because even though i was cramping, all i did was wet my diapers so I'll count it as a win. ...that said about 10 seconds after she left I was squatting and totally loading these stupid diapers to the brim.

Thankfully for what tiny bit of pride I've managed to hold onto, while my diaper change took what fucking seemed like forever, I was re-diapered and daddy was in the process of tossing the stinky one when my next guest arrive. because I'm Mr. fucking popular. It was Deku of course and because he's been here so often he's got a special pass that just lets him come in. He was in the middle of saying hi when his nose wrinkled and then he covered it and coughed a little . "oh, somebody just had a diapie change I uh..smell." he said sheepishly. "Oh yeah, little guy is living up to his label as a super pooper." Daddy said. "oh my god freaking stop calling me that!" I whined and uh..Maybe didn't help with trying to give off a big boy image because I was still on the changing table and grabbed a stuffed bear and put it over my face. "oh my gosh, CUTE!" Deku squealed and daddy was laughing. Like..fuck. it's bad enough when the shit they're making me do gets that reaction..then i fucking set myself up for it. getting off of the changing Table me and Deku did our normal catch up and I once again begged him to try and get the other kids in 1-a to stop coming here, telling him about Denki and Tooru. the green haired bastard just told me everyone missed me and wanted to make sure I was doing ok and not to be such a grumpy Gus. I swear I almost took the extra year right then and there. Instead I switched the convo to talking about what was going on at school and what I had missed and yeah.. it was kinda nice catching up a little bit. I hadn't dared asked till now worried it might just trigger a fit that was going to add time on you know? and Deku was nice, not rubbing it in or at least trying not to that they were going on bigger and more exciting field trips and shadowing full on heroes this week. I think it helped that while we talked I started to color in one of the coloring books Daddy provided and Deku joined in, though his picture was colored in a lot better then mine cuz well he has full use of his hands. As his time ran out and it was time for him to go, Deku made me blush like crazy when he asked if he could have the picture I colored to hang up on his wall and asked if I'd color more pretty pictures for him. being at a lost of words, I just nodded my head.

After Deku left daddy said it was time for a quick lunch and then a nap, I was clearly worn out and had one more person to go. I just sighed and went along with it because it's not like I would of really had a say in it anyways. again apparently my behavior for the day was having a effect on my dining choice because while I was put in the same high chair I normally was, instead of yucky baby food I got some cut up chicken nuggets and fries. I wonder how good I'll have to be to score a medium rare steak? anyways, after lunch and a burping I was put down for a nap and woke up to the sound of the door to my nursery prison. I was still groggy and stuff so when I rolled over and looked up to see the face of my mother, i just thought I was dreaming for a second and gave a tiny giggle and ugghhh.. say "hi Mommy." it wasn't till she broke out laughing I realized she was really there. She was..very amused to say the least and told me she had canceled the cruise she was on and flew back home as soon as she could when she'd found out the news. she mentioned that she had been made aware that there WAS a option to give me a form of parole in that I could go and move back in with her for the term of my sentence and she could let me get away with just pull ups and she had been thinking about exercising it..Until she fucking saw me in here and saw how 'natural' I looked like a big baby! I'm...I'm not proud to say I mighta of broken down bawling and begging her to let me come home with her, and ugh.. as I got more hysterical I ended up promising to be the bestest little boy ever. Mom just hushed me and picked me out of the crib I'd been in and hugged me to her chest, patting my squishy bottom (Hey, all the milk i had before going night night, you'd of wet yourself too!) I realize i never covered this before but i had been put down for my nap in just my diapers so there's THAT fun mental picture of me in my booties and mitts and soggy huggies and Mom cuddling me and trying to calm me down. I was bawling and hiccuping when she popped a paci in my mouth and sat down on a rocking chair that daddy provided and with me curled up in her lap rocked back and forth talking about how I had just proven this place was doing wonders for me and then started to ask daddy questions about where to get supplies. curled up close to mommy and hearing her heartbeat.. I..Fell back asleep.

Thankfully no ones coming today, not even Deku since he's busy..I just don't know if I could handle it after yesterday. and yeah, the rest of the day after I fell asleep in mom's lap was just a blur. fuck.. I need to get out of here.

Week 2, Day 6

Know I ignored you for a bit there kinda Diary, I went to write in you but just came out all mixed up and crossed it out. I've mostly docile since Mom's visit and uh..kinda sorta.. I dunno. Kinda wish Deku would come by. I know he's got that big shadowing All might thing going on but..Fuck. I dunno. Daddy keeps going on about me almost hitting a critical point in the program and I don't know about that..I just..I almost wish mom HADN'T of told me about how i could of been at home you know? I was struggling with this before finding that out. I'm spending the day in my sleeper t'day, I just wanna feel all..I don't fucking know.. small and safe? and that helps with it and daddy was more then understanding when I asked to. It just has to come off when I'm eating and stuff and well, semi gone back to the baby food but still getting milk milk. and the baby food is a yummy flavor at least. I dunno Diary, I think thats it for today. Katsuki out.

Week 3, Day 5

Man, looking back on the past couple of entries I did between here and last week and even I can't make out what the heck I wrote. guess a semi recap is in order. Midoriya ended up visiting me during supper on day six of last week and asked if I had any more pretty pictures for him. I hadn't thought I'd actually done any but I guess in the semi daze I'd been in I had and daddy brought them out for him. I told him about mommy visiting and he was really sympathetic and agrees that she shouldn't of told me about the possible parole if I wasn't gonna get it, He had known but well.. knowing my mom like he does had already figured out what she'd picked. He just didn't wanna get my hopes up. Daddy let him take over feeding me and I dunno..it was kinda nice and stuff. we watched a bit of TV after till I started farting lots and Midoriya tactfully left before I ended up going poopies in front of him saying he knew I was in a fragile place and promised to visit the next day. Day 7 was basically the normal same old same old, got out of my sleeper, breakfast and a diaper change then playing with my toys and watching tv till Midoriya showed up. He joined in on a awesome game of Teddies VS Building blocks and I was uh.. kinda giggling like a real little guy and sooo relaxed that I didn't notice something till he brought it up, wrinkling his nose. "Katsuki, did you go poo poo?" He asked. Well, of course I said no because I hadn't felt myself go but then I got a whiff of myself and god, that was sooo embarrassing!! Midoriya ended his visit early as he knows I hate being watched during a change, but told me how much of a good boy I was and that made me blush and smile. After he left and I was all nice and clean from the poopie diaper daddy didn't dress me though, it was time for a bath and a section of the wall opened up and I was led to a fair sized tub and allowed to get in myself. Daddy got me all washed up as the tub filled up and even trusted me without my booties and mittens, though with the wall having sealed up behind me there wasn't really anywhere I could run to. with me all squeaky clean he let me play in the tub for a while as there were some toy boats and a few sea monsters and it was wayyy more relaxing then the quick showers I'm used to. finally when i was all pruney daddy drained the tub and dried me off with a nice fluffy towel and got me redressed though I was mayyybe a little more relaxed then I thought from the tub cuz I took my nap early, and ended up missing a visit from Ojiro. (Daddy said the only reason he'd interrupted my other nap was cuz well, Mom is my real mom.) Is it weird I felt bad he came ALL the way here to see me and couldn't because I was a sleepy little guy? I dunno. Man.. this place is getting to me ya know? basically lather rinse repeat for the next couple of days, being fed, playing with toys, watching cartoons, and filling my diapers. getting to see Midoriya and hand out and yeahh. Yesterday Ojiro tried again and this time I was awake and heh.. he was really nice about it and told me he forgave me already when i whined out a sorry for being asleep the last time. in his own words he really should of called ahead since little guys like me are prone to impromptu naps. After that we played blocks for a little while and he just kept smiling so much and squirming about till daddy asked if he needed to use the potty. Ojiro blushed uber bad which in turn made me giggle like crazy and said no, but took off shortly after. I wonder what was up with him? I tried to ask daddy but he just patted my head and told me to color a picture for Midoriya, so I guess I'll ask him when he comes over today.

Week 3 Day 7

Midoriya just laughed when i asked him my question  and still won't answer it, even after i threatened NOT to make him any more pretty pictures. Daddy and him both found my threat to be funny and cute though so I guess that's good. Denki came to see me again and was all about patting my butt again and playing peek a boo with me.. which Ok. was fun for like a little bit buttt he reallly carried it on for too long but when i said I was getting bored we swapped over to playing with stuffies till his time was up. Well ok, I played with them and told him what was going on and he just smiled and told me how creative I was and made me grin like a dork. I asked HIM about Ojiro's odd behavior before he left and he got a BIG grin on his face and said he'd be back for more details and then daddy scolded me about not sticking in other peoples affairs. I'm so confused. The next day Midoriya was here and something reallly 'brassing happened.. I had gone boom boom once again and He was going to leave..but daddy asked him if he wanted to help change me!!! I don't know who was blushing more, me or him! In any case, after Midoriya helped cleaned my butt up and daddy re-diapered me, He took off all squirmy and blushing and daddy joked about me having a effect on all the boys.. whatever THAT'S suppose to mean. Mommy is coming by later today and I hope I don't spend her whole visit sobbing again like a crybaby.. though daddy said it's ok if I do cuz it's a big part of my rehab.

Week 4 Day 1

Sooo..who's got two thumbs and ended up crying himself to a early bedtime in mommies arms yesterday? THIS guy. she came in as I was having supper and technically it was too late for her to be there but they made a exception. I was already kinda.. whinny.. when it looked like she wasn't going to show but then daddy said she could only be there for half a hour. Mommy explained that she got stuck waiting on a delivery of things she's going to need for me in the future and took over feeding me the rest of my supper while I whined and huffed that I had waited allll day on her. It wasn't till after she had given me my ba-ba in her lap and burped me I thought to ask what she had ordered. She just smiled and told me not to worry about it and to be a good little boy and kissed my forehead and I.. I totally fudged my huggies, in mommies lap. Cue meltdown and I don't even really know why..it's not like I haven't been pooping my pants for awhile now right? I don't know whether it was because I was being held, or who was holding me, or just her reaction as i did it that got to me. "Oh! Somebodies making mommy a present!" with utter delight in her voice and patting my bottom as i kept filling my pampers to the brim. I just..I just started to bawl and sob and buried my face in her shoulder and no matter how much Mommy and daddy told me it was all ok, I couldn't stop. I don't even remember going to sleep or getting a diapie change..I just woke up this morning in my crib in a soggy diaper (Yeah I've become a bed wetter, so what!) and yeahhh.. Daddy says he'll tell me who changed me, him or her when he thinks I can hear it without bawling.

Week 5 Day 5

After holding up for journal for daddy to read, he told me I need to start taking time to calm down and focus before writing, my last couple of entries were all scribbles again. he told it was very cute and brave of me to wanna share it with him though and gave me lots of awesome head pats. I guess since i didn't make sense when i originally gushed about it, i should go back over it. Just shortly after the thing with pooping my pampers in mommies lap, i just started to really like head pats and daddy took notice and has been showering me with them. just makes me all giddy and I've started to lean into them. Midoriya noticed the love of 'em took and started to give'em out! Jirou came by with Asui and it was while I was watching some Micky mouse club house and singing along. I had just went "OH TOODLES!" and heard giggles and clapping and well blushed a bit..but daddies been trying to help me embrace what a little guy I am so I forced a smile then blew a raspberry at them. told'em if they wanted to come in and visit they could, but they had to join in and help Micky out. they giggled but agreed and well for a couple of stinky girls they weren't half bad to hang out with.

They weren't as fun to hang out as Mommy when she came and visited, though I said sorry a BUNCH of times for my fit she just gave me head and butt pats and told me it was all ok. She's been twice since the stinky break down and I've managed NOT to bawl both times for the most part. I mean..i get a little teary when she has to go buttt i get it. wish she could visit more but between work and setting my room up she's been a busy bee. I asked about why she'd hafa set my room up since I always figured after this I'll be going right back to school but she just chuckled and took out the action figures she'd brought from home for me and her to play hero's and villains with. (I mean, don't get me wrong, LOVE the stuffies I have in here, and Midoriya, Denki, Kouda and Tenya have gotten me others..but action figures are sooo much easier to have do cool stuff.) Oh guess i forgot to mention a bunch of boys showed up, Kouda, Tenya, Satou, Eijirou, and ughhh.. Mineta. They showed up as a group with some presents and while 4 of them were all cool and nice.. well, one guess who was a little butt? he actually got me so worked up with his teasing I swore for the first time in ages and daddy had to wash my mouth out but he also banned him from coming back. Back to playing with mommy, it was super fun, she was the evil baddies trying to attack the peaceful stuffie village and I was the heroes saying the day and giggling as i was in just a t-shirt and my uber diapies.  there was slight almost crying moment though while playing with mommy.. I went to lean forward to grab a action figure and just with like.. NO control blorted. It was loud and stinky and I guess I had the cutest look on my face. Maybe asked if I wasn't to stop playing while i finished or keep going and well..I didn't want her to be bored just sitting there watching me go blort. (Blort is a nick name for going poopie I picked up from Ojiro when he visited again, though his butt looked all puffed out and he seemed wayyy more into hugging stuffies then me. eh, go figure) Anyways, we finished up the game and I have having so much fun I MIGHTA pretended I was still blorting even after it was all out so we didn't have to pause again. I know I know, that meant sitting in my own poopie for awhile when I didn't hafa but I'm not really worried about a diaper rash or anything, they use like the best creams and powders here, and well I maybe kinda sorta like the squishy feeling.. though when i told daddy he said that's just because I haven't been able to make a big boy mess in awhile. I'm shocked my hair didn't ignite i was blushing so bad when he said that. Before you even ask diary, I waited till it was just me and daddy ta mention that.. though he hinted mommy had known I was done. He said maybe tomorrow if I'm super duper good today I can get a milking which confused me at first since I don't have boobies.  thennn he explained it out and um yeah.. lots of blushies and gonna try and be on my bestest behavior.

Week 9, Day 3

Sowwy been 'noring you. dis too busy hasing fun wiff everyone. daddy said it's otay though and told me to make at least one last entry in ya. Ummm otay. Sooo Turns out dat Ojiro and Denki are now all dating and kissy face and and Denki was a wanna be daddy dom and the reason Ojiro got all squirmy and silly? he was all jelly of me and my kick butt nursery! Apparently he was gonna -GIGGLE- try and git locked up in here so he could be babied and Denki just spanked his butt RED and pampered him. He's a super good at going blort too, and when they visit we have blort offs. (Score 4-3 in mah favor) Let's see...what else....Oh! Midoriya went and got a part time job as a daycare worker and 'ppently it's at a speical daycare where big babies like Ojiro n me can go, once I get out. kinda silly since i'm gonna be a uber big boy n stuff when i git out butttt daddy is always telling me to be polite sooo i nodded. He's been helping out wiff my diapie changes when he's here and even put in a few volunteer hours here to help out. (Such a good guy!) Mommies been by A LOT more latly too and can't stop gushing bout the appent change in my attuide. she's been bringing in and taking home my action figures cuz her and daddy agreed those are toys for use only under special supervision and I kinda ended up admitting to her I like sitting in my poopies now, at least for like.. umm.. 10 minutes. She just laughed and said noted and that it worked out with one of the additions she put on my room.. whatever dat means. She still wont tell me what she's done or why I'll be going wiff her when I get out, but eh, asking too many questions is a good way to lose a milking and the way daddy does'em.. dun what dat. Ummm I fink dat's everything Diary..fanks fer helping me get though the first bit of life here n being a friend! Daddy asked me to leave you here wiff him when I get out, but he'll print a copy for me and mommy.

After half a year in baby Jail, It was a fair different Katsuki who stepped out then had gone in. and that wasn't just referring to his change in attire. His quirk had more or less been nullified over the course of his treatment via special drugs in his drinks and food though it would return if he weaned himself off of said drug. Katsuki for his part didn't seem to mind since it got him out of his baby mitts and let him use his fingers for fun stuff like finger painting. (though even the daddy AI had learned it was best to strip him to just a diaper when he was painting, the little guy liked to draw on himself and had a massive fit when daddy had washed a turtle he'd drawn on his tummy off before he could show Midoriya.) He didn't even seem to mind that he'd been released in his now familiar bulky diaper and one of his many baby tops, wearing a pair of Winnie pooh socks and sneakers and holding onto his mom's hand as he was checked out. The warden smiled and waved bye bye to him as he was signed out and Katsuki semi hide behind his mom but waved bye back and then they were heading home.

"so Um..Mommmmmy?" Katsuki asked, sitting in the back seat of mommy's car, buckled into a customized car seat just for his puffy diaper butt. "whatttty?" She asked, looking back at him via the rear view mirror and smirking. "Can you tell's me now why we're going back home and not ta school? Like..is it so I can get's my big boy clothes on?" he asked, kicking his legs ideally. "welll you've missed most of the school year as is, there's no way you'll be able to catch up. so it's been agreed that you'll just take the rest of the year off and stay with me. and Besides, you need to re-potty train buddy." his mom pointed out. "...no i don't. I can hold it." Katsuki huffed, blushing and hugging one of the stuffies he'd been able to take with him and holding it to his chest. "Katsuki..what don't good little boys do?" She asked him. "...Lie." he huffed and looked down. "and what was that you just did?" "..Lied Mommy..I sowwy.." Katsuki said and he just looked SO sad and had tears welling up. "It's ok sweetie. Mommy isn't mad. but you need to tell the truth so you can have lots and lots of head pats ok?" she said quickly. "O-Ok..I..I guess..Maybe i kinda don't have pee control anymore..but I mostly know when i hasa blort." Katsuki said. "Mhhhmmm..well we'll be keeping you in your diapies for awhile and working you back up to be kid undies for the fall unless you decide you like being mommies little guy." "pffft, wike I'll PICK ta stay like this.." he huffed and squirmed. "Well if you do..a lot of what mommies been doing while you've been in there is baby proofing the apartment and turning your room into a nursery like the one you've been in, just no daddy though." "I..wait..wut?" Katsuki asked, and squirmed. "Yup, a changing table, a crib..I got you a high chair and got a baby bouncer for you because daddy told me it's your favorite way to make big boy messes after you've blorted." She giggled. Katsuki was squirming BIG time now in the back seat, and ended up popping his paci into his mouth and sucking on it big time and hugging his stuffie to his face. "oh it's ok sweetie. Mommy knows a growing boy like you has your needs. Just make sure to get mommies help if you wanna go bouncy bouncy ok?" She asked. The poor red faced boy couldn't speak, just suckled and nodded lots. the old Katsuki would of had a bitching fit and blown his way out of the car and stormed off..but Baby Katsuki just realized maybe just because he was out of baby jail..didn't mean he wasn't still a baby. 'I'm not a jail bird anymore..this is gonna be a longggggg summer..' He thought and then sucking on his paci and the noise of the car and vibration of it, drifted off to sleep like the big baby he was.

The end

[chaoticallysapphic]

the great trial part three

summary: This was meant to be the easy part. The part filled with brightness and love. The war was over and you had the love of your life all to yourself. No more Baatar, no more secrecy and no more lies. But with the calm comes the realization as all the adrenaline finally leaves you. Now you know, this is the hard part.

a/n: shit’s getting interesting as ruins of the empire comes into play. I’m sure it’s not gonna go how some of you may want but this was necessary to help with somethings (which I am totally down to chat about via my inbox after you read this). As always thank you @medeliadracon​ and @ladyxffandoms​ !

word count: 5k

The next day Korra returns with a look of defeat, she has a device in her hand and papers that Kuvira must sign in order to leave, all of which state she won’t run away, and if she does they will forcefully detain her and lock her up in prison. You think it’s kind of dumb to have her sign this, a contract won’t stop her if she does decide to escape.

“I’m going with,” you say with your arms crossed. Kuvira immediately straightens up, handing the pen back over to Korra. 

“No you're not, you're staying here where it’s safe,” she stares you down as you glare right back. Flashes of that day outside of Zaofu keep her up at night and haunt her dreams. She’s actually glad you’re on house arrest because at least you're tucked away and out of harm's way

“You don’t control me anymore. He’s not here for you to hold above my head, so I am going with you and you can’t stop me.” 

“Uhm…” Korra starts, looking between the two of you, “I’m only authorized to take Kuvira.” The poor Avatar has no clue what you're talking about, she’s heard a few rumors from Bolin and even Lin, but she’s too afraid to ask either of you. She wouldn’t be surprised if one of you slapped the other right now.

“But I know Commander Gu-” 

“He doesn’t respect you, he tried to treat you like a waitress last time he saw you. If you're there it will make me look weak like I need someone by my side and…” Kuvira squeezes her eyes shut before reopening them. “You almost died last time you were involved with empire business.” 

“Oh, so we’re back to worrying about appearances, spirits. I thought those sessions were helping in some way.” You spit out before storming off to the bedroom, slamming the door shut. You hear the sound of them talking as you sit on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands. 

That small voice inside your head still rooting for her, the one that still believes in Kuvira is scolding you for snapping but you can’t help yourself. It seems that all the words inside of you meant for her have rotted and turned into venom. A few minutes go by before there’s a gentle knock at the door, you find yourself frozen, unable to move. 

“I’m…” Kuvira audibly sighs, “I’m leaving, I’ll be back in a few days most likely…” She waits for you to respond, you want to say something so bad, you want to beg for her to stay but it feels like your mouth has been sewn shut. “I love you.” 

The sounds of her footsteps receding before the front door gently clicks shut pulls you out of your frozen state, you race out of the bedroom and into the apartment with some kind of childish hope that she’s still there. But it’s empty, she’s gone. 

The rest of the day is spent sitting on the couch with your knees tucked close to your chest, watching the door. You couldn’t talk to her or look at her but the knowledge that she was nearby always helped you in some way. But now she’s gone and it wouldn’t surprise you if she did try to run off, it’s not like there’s anything pleasant waiting for her back at home. You made sure to destroy any type of happiness left in this apartment after that first night.

You eat dinner with the radio turned on to fill the house up with some form of life, stabbing at your piece of fish with a frown. You know what’s going to happen next and you're terrified of how it’ll go. Washing the few dishes in the sink you let out a defeated sigh before heading to the bathroom for a long hot shower to prolong the inevitable. Once done you take your time applying lotion and taking care of your hair before locking up the apartment for the night. 

Standing in the bedroom doorway you stare at the empty bed with a pounding in your chest. You can do this, you can sleep without her and live without her. Most likely you will end up living without her if she does what you think she’ll do so you need to get used to the lack of her in your life. 

You change into your pajamas before crawling into bed and when you turn on your side to face the wall of pillows you created. Tears gather in your eyes. What are you meant to do without her? 

You fall asleep a few hours later after calming down but don’t stay asleep for long, soon enough, like always, you're up and crying as you clutch at the blankets surrounding you. She’s left you once and for all, one final punishment to shut you up for life. It feels like the air is being squeezed out of your lungs as you choke on another sob, images of life without her playing through your mind, and suddenly you're reminded of how much you truly need her. 

At some point a few hours later you end up passing out in an uncomfortable position sprawled out across the bed with a pillow clutched to your chest. When you wake up your head is pounding from crying and your throat is dry, you feel like shit. You’ll have to accept that this is your life now. 

Dr. Hanika arrives a few days later, news of Kuvira’s temporary release must have its way around the city because she already knows. You’re aware that you look like shit with bags under your eyes and that certain hollowness that has filled you with her absence. The house is a mess as well, dishes left in the sink, dirt smeared on the floors from your garden. You're in three-day-old pajamas and haven’t brushed your hair recently.

“Today I think we should talk about the codependency that is very much present in your relationship, I think addressing this issue and working out a few exercises to help you in the future will benefit you greatly.” 

You never really thought your relationship was codependent before, then again most people probably don’t fall apart with the absence of their partner so you can’t argue with her. Even if you wanted to, you don’t have the energy. 

And so she helps you make a plan, a list of things that may help you. When she tells you that it’s just trial and error at this point your shoulders sag.

 That night you try the first option, soothing yourself to sleep, you light a stick of lavender incense and attempt to meditate which ends up being unsuccessful, but you power through and keep trying before finally giving up and going to sleep. 

Option number one does not work. 

So it’s time for option number two, you grab a heated water bottle and try to make a makeshift Kuvira out of some pillows before placing that on the bottom to keep them warm. It’s meant to imitate her and trick your mind into thinking she’s here, but when you wake up in the middle of the night reaching out for her because the warmth has since left her side of the bed, you realize it won’t work. 

Option number two does not work. 

There are a million little things on the list, all of which seem like they won’t work so when your eyes land on ‘get a pet’ a little bit of hope springs to life in your heart. Your dad is thrilled, you tell him a medium dog would most likely be best, so he rents a jeep and drives to the nearest town that has a kennel. 

You spend the day as you always do, tending to your garden and trying to distract yourself from the deafening silence. You guys didn’t talk anymore but the sound of her pencil meeting paper or cooking helped fill the air with the perfect amount of white noise.

The sun is high in the sky when your dad barges into the living room as you're eating a buttered roll, in tow is a medium-sized hound with droopy eyes and long, floppy ears. He has bags in his hands full of supplies with the biggest grin you’ve seen from him in a while. The dog begins to curiously sniff the furniture, it’s red fur standing out from the rest of the house. “I saw her and knew she was a keeper.”

He sets the supplies onto the dining room table and begins to slowly unload the bags. He ends up pulling out two dog bowls, kibble, some treats, toys, and a white-collar for her. The hound walks up to the table, her nose peeking out over the top as she sniffs the bag of treats.

“I heard someone in town mention that Kuvira is back in Zaofu, where is she?” his brows pinch together as he looks around the apartment. Your heart drops as your grip on the roll tightens, she’s here, but she’s not here. Did she take your statement to heart and go back to him? 

Is she currently wrapped tight in an intimate embrace with him, begging him to forgive her? Have they kissed yet? Is that stupid ring back on her finger? Your mind clouds with angry shouts of ‘you’ve finally done it, you’ve pushed her away and now she’s gone for life.’ 

“W-What?” The tone of your voice must be enough to let your dad know that she is, in fact, not here because he walks up and pulls you into his arms. You don’t even realize you’re crying or that you’ve dropped your food, which the hound happily snaps up. 

“She’s probably just going through some kind of inspection before they let her come back here,” he says in a reassuring tone. You nod. It feels like you’ve floated out of your body as he directs you to the couch where he sits you down before going to make you some tea. 

The hound jumps up beside you and rests her head on your lap. She lets out a deep groan before closing her eyes, you're so out of it that you keep your hands tucked on your lap despite it being slightly uncomfortable with her head nudging your arm. 

Congratulations, something vicious says within you, you’ve lost her for good. Your dad stays for dinner, he makes dumplings and patiently waits to see if the magic within them works, you offer a forced smile to try and placate him, but he can tell it's not genuine. When he leaves you stand utterly still in the living room, what do you do now? 

The hound, which your father suggested naming Lily after the flower Panda Lily, shoves her cold, wet nose into your hand and sniffs. It pulls you out of your self-deprecating thoughts and you robotically move your feet to the dreaded bedroom. Without instruction Lily jumps up onto the bed, wagging her tail as she waits for you to climb in with her. When you tug the blankets up to your chest she flops down beside you and presses her body against your chest. You wrap an arm around her middle and force your eyes shut, this is going to be the norm now. 

Two days later the bags under your eyes are gone, surprisingly Lily works. Her body heat tricks your mind into thinking it’s Kuvira and so each morning instead of bolting awake with a sense of dread filling you, Lily wakes you up with a lick on your cheek and a bark. 

You fall into a slightly altered routine, now when you're tending to your vegetable garden in the yard Lily joins you, she tries to bite the leaves and even manages to dig a hole that has you laughing for the first time in months. When you eat she lays by your feet and watches with this adorable look that warms your heart and when you read she lays her head on your lap. 

You still think about her, but now you think about her a little less. Now you can get through the day without crying. 

It’s that evening on the third night of owning Lily that the front door opens, you have your back turned as you do the dishes, but she alerts you that someone is here with her bark. When you look over your shoulder your whole body freezes up at the sight of a bewildered Kuvira as Lily jumps up to try and give her some form of a hug. 

“What the fuck.” Lily licks her hand, trying to bite at the wrapped stems which has her yanking it out of the dog's reach. Your eyes land on what's in her hand, it’s a bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in white tissue paper. Your heart skips a beat at the sight. “Why is this dog here?” 

Her question rips you out of your frozen state, you turn the water off and wipe your hands with a kitchen towel. “Uhm… Dad got her for me, well for us.” 

She seems surprised by your willingness to talk to her. Part of her wants to argue that such a decision should have been made together, but she’s just so happy that you aren’t yelling or saying anything snide. “I got you these,” her voice is quiet and hesitant as she walks over to hand the flowers over to you. 

You try to fight the smile threatening to pull your lips up but you can’t stop it, only minimize it into something small, but she still notices. “Thank you,” you reply in a soft, appreciative tone. 

“They reduced my sentence to two years instead of three.” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you look into her eyes, willingly. “I missed you.” 

Your grip on the bouquet tightens at her confession. “I…” Letting out a deep sigh, you continue, “I missed you too.” Part of you wants to take the four steps it’d take to be close enough to pull her into your arms. But you don’t think you're ready for that just yet. 

She stands so still you think she may have turned into a statue. Inside her mind is practically shutting down, your words have caused some kind of momentary outage as she thinks of these last few months. Spirits these last few days were hell, the way things were left ate her up inside. It didn’t help that Bolin treated her just as badly as you did and while she didn’t like the man she knew you two were friends. 

“She deserves better,” he spat out the second he saw Kuvira. He was right, you do, but Kuvira is too selfish to leave, to give you a chance at a better life. One where you wake up next to someone who’d never hurt you the way she did, who would never force you to hide or become someone you weren’t. Someone your mother could stand to look at. 

More snide comments from the lava bender were sent her way during the trip but the one that stuck out the most was one said right before everything went to shit. “She was willing to die for you but you couldn’t even remember her birthday.” 

At least you have a friend, one who hates her guts but one who will stand up for you. At least you had someone to turn to because she knows she never let herself be an option. 

“I missed you too,” is all she can come up with and a soft laugh leaves you. Spirits what did she do to deserve hearing that? 

“You already said that.” 

“Oh.” Kuvira can’t find it in herself to be embarrassed, she’s too focused on you and that small smile, the way you softly touch some flower petals with such gentle and attentive care.

“I haven’t forgiven you, but I’m willing to start trying.” That is more than enough for now. This magnificent feeling in her heart is perfect and the way that you smile at the flowers makes it all worth it.

Time slowly eases on, the pillows stay erected at the center of the bed, and whilst you still won’t touch her, you both slowly begin to talk again. She goes back to making the meals except now you try to help from time to time. You begin to slowly talk to her again during the day, it starts with a simple “How are you?” and has escalated into full-blown conversations. 

Working with Dr. Hanika is grueling on both ends. You talk to her about slowly opening back up again but also about your fears, about how you feel bad for holding back because you can see how much she’s trying but you can’t help it. To which she always replies “you’ve been hurt by her, it’s okay to take your time and if anything it’s best to not rush any of this. I’m sure Kuvira understands.” 

Kuvira talks to her about many things, mostly about you but also about her trip. Suyin forgives her, sort of. She told her that she’ll always have a family with the Beifongs and admitted she let her down. It was a relief to hear that and it made her feel slightly less awful about herself. Apologizing to Baatar Jr. was hard and incredibly awkward. At first, he wouldn’t look at her and even threw a tantrum about working alongside her but, after she willingly let him test the machine on her, something eased between them.

After admitting how awful she was to him and how sorry she is the hostility between the two washed away. The only problem is it gave him the confidence to try and convince her that what they had was real. When she shot him down for what felt like the millionth time, irritation slowly started to rise within her, she may have snapped and said she only loved you and has only ever loved you. Unfortunately, that made her apology useless, he stormed off, and she hasn’t seen him since. 

Korra made her uncomfortable. Apparently, she had recently found out that Asami was the one, and had asked her a few questions about… well loving another woman. She may have even tried to pry and get information on the current state of your relationship, mentioning something about it feeling off at the apartment. 

She had to admit these therapy sessions helped because a few months ago she would have ended Korra for bringing you up. All the breathing exercises she was taught were used throughout that whole trip and every time a negative comment was thrown her way she had to remind herself that she was different than before. That the Kuvira they all witnessed last summer is long gone and replaced with one desperately trying to make things right. 

Leaves begin to slowly turn orange and fall to the ground in a heap. You begin to spend the days bundled up as you prepare your garden for next spring. It’s been a month and a half since Kuvira’s return, that’s eight sessions and eight weeks of slowly getting used to communicating again. 

Both of you are given different tasks on how to properly talk to one another. Dr. Hanika makes you realize that running from your problems won’t help, that shutting Kuvira out will only make things worse. She has you ask Kuvira to do small things for you, nothing extravagant but enough to help show you that she’s trying and enough to show her that you (healthily) depend on her to some small degree. 

Kuvira is given the task of making sure to do something with you every day. It’s kind of a task for the both of you but she gets to choose what it is and plans it out herself. The one activity you both end up enjoying is making dinner together, sometimes you’ll chat while skewering meat onto the kebab sticks and sometimes it’ll be spent in total silence, simply enjoying one's company whilst working together to make something. 

The one task that has you shying away is touch. Nothing major, just a simple touch on the shoulder, perhaps gently bumping your hip against her own when making dinner or touching her arm to catch her attention. Nothing romantic, just simple and friendly. Something you’d be willing to do to a friend. The first time you do it is after the sun goes down. Kuvira is engrossed in her art and had asked you to tell her when you were done in the shower, so she could hop in. 

She doesn’t realize it but you’re standing behind her clenching as anxiety wells up inside of you. It’s stupid and childish but it’s been so long and it’s meant to be small. You think of the simple touches at the beginning of your relationship, her hands brushing your hips to guide you in place or her fingertips ghosting over your bare shoulder. Even then it was romantic. 

Releasing your fists you take a step forward before gently laying a hand on her shoulder to help rip her focus away from her sketchbook. The action does work in redirecting her attention but it also has her jumping in surprise, her charcoal pencil swerving across the page as it ruins whatever was being created. She doesn’t even realize it as her body whips around to see who it is. Even though she’s by the front door and therefore would know if anyone else was around, it shocks her to find you there.

You with your oversized sleep shirt and baggy pajama pants with damp hair clinging to your neck. In an act of reflex, you pull your hand back, your eyes wide at her reaction. Neither of you speaks for a moment. 

“Uhm…” You bite your lip, “I’m done in the shower.” She opens her mouth to reply but nothing comes out. You touched her. It’s been months of no contact and yet your hand was just on her shoulder, suddenly she’s angry at herself for wearing a long-sleeved shirt despite the slight chill, wanting to have felt your skin against her own. “I’m sorry I sho-” 

“No it’s…” Her throat feels so dry. Lily trots up to lick away a water droplet on your arm, you look down at the hound as you gently pull your arm away. She huffs before climbing onto the couch. “Uhm it’s fine.” 

Kuvira repeatedly blinks, it’s such a small action (except it’s not) and her mind feels like it’s splitting in half at it. 

“Is your drawing okay? It looked like…” At your words, she peeks behind her shoulder, it’s ruined. The uniformed, perfect lines to create a rough sketch resembling a large metal flower has a large swerve of black across the page. 

“It’s okay,” she lies. You’ll feel bad and then maybe you won’t touch her again and Kuvira does not want that to happen. “Thanks, I’ll… Go, y’know.” 

Spirits if past her could see herself right now she’d be cringing. It’s not that hard to speak! ‘Go shower’ is what she meant to say, but she forgets the word. You nod in understanding as you grip the bottom of your shirt. 

“Okay, I’ll… I’m going to sleep.” This entire situation is awkward and you practically race out of there to get away. You're embarrassed and you don’t know why. Once in bed, you mentally berate yourself for being so stupid. 

An hour goes by, her showers don’t usually take this long and you're about to get up to check on her when she enters. She’s in her usual long-sleeved dark gray sleep shirt and sweatpants that hang low on her hips. She doesn’t make eye contact with you when she crawls into bed, to be honest, she kind of zoned out in the shower as she replayed that simple moment that hardly lasted three seconds. 

It’s silent for a few beats before you break the silence. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” 

Kuvira’s eyes widen at your words, her head turns to look over at you, but not only is it pitch black, but the wall of pillows also keeps you out of sight. “You didn’t… I’m not uncomfortable.” 

“You’re not?” 

“No, I was just surprised.” It’s quiet again, so she continues, “please, if you want you can touch me in any way you want whenever.” She cringes, that sounded kind of sexual. 

You stare up at the ceiling as you grip the blankets. “Okay, that’s good to know.” 

You both go to sleep smiling. 

The herb garden you have growing inside is coming along beautifully and now you guys can take small clippings from it for meals. Summer has long since passed and autumn is nearly over, it doesn’t get freezing here during the winter but it’s cold enough to destroy any crops that try to spring to life outside and so your time gardening is limited to the shelves inside.

A couple of weeks have gone by since that shoulder tap and each day you’ve mentally psyched yourself up into touching her again in some way. Kuvira has to use all of her self-control to keep from touching you back, this is meant to be at your pace and unless you ask her to, she will keep her hands to herself. 

You get a bit bolder, your touches lasting a little longer and the anxiety slowly lessens as the days go on. Now when cooking dinner if you need to brush past her, you might place a hand on her back to let her know you're behind her. Three days ago you pushed back a stray strand of hair for her while she had her hands dirty with oil and herbs as she prepared the duck for dinner. She might have tightly squeezed the raw meat to keep from leaning into your touch but you don’t seem to notice. 

This morning you woke up with a thought on your mind, a desire to try something that has you bouncing your leg throughout breakfast. Lily sits under the table in hopes of food to drop as you push your eggs around your plate. Kuvira watches you with a raised brow, a pit is growing in her stomach as she watches you stare down at your plate. 

“How’d you sleep?” 

Your head whips up at her words, brows pinched together. It takes you a second to register her words before quickly replying “good, great.” 

Something’s wrong. Spirits did she say something in her sleep? She feels warmth flood her at the bits and pieces she remembers from her dream, none of it was currently possible with your situation, but she swears your lips on her skin felt real. She probably did say something, she’s made you uncomfortable and now you won’t want to be around her anymore. 

Breakfast continues in silence as you both mentally freak out over very different things. When you both decide to get up and start the day you go to grab her plate for her just as she’s picking it up. Your fingers touch and she’s waiting for you to flinch away in disgust but you don’t. 

“I got it,” your voice is soft and devoid of anger. In her stunned state, you're able to take her plate and carry it to the sink. You decide you’ll clean them up later after setting them down and take a deep breath. Now or never, you think. Walking back over to Kuvira who has since snapped out of her daze, you stand in front of her. Both of you stand stone still, just staring at one another. The prolonged eye contact seems too much so you rip your gaze away before clearing your throat. 

“Please, if you want you can touch me in any way you want whenever.”

Remembering her words from a few weeks ago, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into a gentle hug. You don’t squeeze and give her room to pull away if she wants to. For a minute it’s just you hugging her as she stares down in surprise, you’ve since laid your cheek against her chest and closed your eyes. Your hair is a bit of a mess from sleeping and neither of you has gotten dressed for the day but this feels picture-perfect. She slowly wraps her arms around you, hugging you back. 

You both stand like that for a while as the morning light shines through the windows and casts a sort of warm glow on the room. You close your eyes and slowly relax in her arms, she’s warm and cozy, by being locked in here her muscles have slowly started to fade which you sort of miss but you don’t mind. This is friendly, right? You’ve hugged friends before, you hug your parents and Bolin and you’ve hugged Suyin. Zhu Li hugged you in the hospital and thanked you for helping her out. 

To Kuvira this feels amazing, her heart pounds away as she squeezes her eyes shut. It feels like a million years since having you in her arms. She doesn’t think she ever appreciated it enough, sure she loved it and craved your touch back then, but she didn’t know what it was like to lose you. To have you despise her and not able to stand the sight of her, let alone her touch.

She never wants to let go. 

For a good portion of the morning, you both just stand there in each other's arms. At some point tears begin to cascade down your cheeks, this is a small step forward. You're proud of yourself for this and are so happy to be taking a step forward. There’s a lot more to go but you decide not to dwell on that as you simply bask in each other's presence.

[chain-unchained]

December 12 - Part 2

It was like déjà vu, walking into the mines; it was hard to believe that their nearly ill-fated adventure was only a few months past. It felt like a lifetime ago, even though the harrowing encounter with the slime boss was still fresh in their minds.

For Abigail of course it was just a brand new adventure, uncharted territory waiting to be explored. “Alright, so how does this work?” Her impatience dripped from every word as the boys filed in behind her. “Do we sign in or something?”

“Yeah—er, well,” Ashe stopped at the sight of the unmanned rescue station, “usually, at least… that’s… weird. I could have sworn that Ellie would be here today…” For Abby’s sake, he clarified, “Usually there’s someone here to check us in.”

“Oh, you’d have loved her Abby.” Sam elbowed her with a grin. “She was a real cutie. Real shy, too. Totally your type.”

Her face fell. “Really? Damn it. I’ll have to sneak up here on another day and try to meet her. Penny’s the only other girl in town that I’d consider and she’s too into Maru to pay me any mind…” She sighed. “You boys have it so easy.”

“Well,” Ignoring that, Sebastian blew on his frigid fingers to warm them as Ashe looked over the log book, “what’s the plan now, Ashe? Are we still gonna go in or what?”

“… It… should be okay.” There was real hesitation in his voice, though his uncertainty was eased somewhat by the sight of Percy’s signature on today’s page. Besides, if something did happen to go wrong, he did have that as a last resort. “I think as long as we sign in we’ll be okay.”

Abby cocked a brow. “Why do we need to sign in if there’s no one here?”

“Trust me, Joja will know and you’ll be banned in a heartbeat.”

He scrawled his name hastily in the entry beneath Percy’s and stepped back so that his friends could do the same. While they did that, he stepped behind the station and retrieved a box full of safety equipment for them to make use of. After what happened last time—not to mention this growing sense of foreboding-- he didn’t want to take any chances.

By the time he returned to the sign in desk, Abby had finished adding her name to the book. At least, he had expected it to be her name, but instead—

“Really?” Sebastian was wholly unimpressed. “You used your Discord handle?”

“Like I’m dumb enough to put my actual name in here.” She twirled the pen between her fingers, wearing a cheeky grin all the while. “I’m not gonna risk mom and dad finding out. They’d flay me alive.”

Both Sebastian and Sam exchanged a long look; after a second, Sam snatched the pen from her and they both hastily amended their sign ins.

“Speaking of Discord,” she pointed a painted nail at Ashe, “you need to give me yours so I can invite you to our server. I’ve been meaning to ask you for awhile now but it always kept slipping my mind. And don’t even think of giving me that ‘I’m too busy’ b.s.,” she added as the farmer opened his mouth, “I know for a fact that you’re scrambling for stuff to do now that winter’s here.”

“I-I wasn’t going to say that--” he absolutely was, “--I was just going to say that I don’t have a Discord.”

“Well you have a phone, right? Or a laptop?”

He shook his head. “Not anymore.” That one day of rotten luck had seen to that.

“… Wait, really? But—” She was aghast. “How do you survive?”

Sebastian paused in the middle of strapping a hard hat onto his head. “Really? You’re just now learning this?”  

“I already said that it kept slipping my mind!” She strode forward and grasped Ashe’s face with both hands. “Seriously, how do you not have at least one of those things in this day and age?!”

Now Ashe was feeling quite embarrassed. “I just—never have the time to use them, so there wouldn’t be a point to replacing—”

“Oh, I so know what you’re getting for the Feast this year.”

“N-No no, actually no, please don’t—” He paused. “Wait. Feast?”

Sam tugged off his gloves and tugged on a pair of work ones. “Yeah. The Feast of the Winter Star.”

“… What’s that?”

“Oh, right, you’re from the city. It’s just another festival. It’s how Pelican Town celebrates Christmas.” He grinned. “There’s a big feast, and everyone does a Secret Santa present exchange. Nothing too crazy, but it’s kinda fun to shop for a gift for a different person every year.”

Sebastian grimaced. “Yeah, it’s fun until you get Haley as your secret buddy. I got her last year.”

“And I got her the year before.” Abby strapped on some protective gear, but stopped short of the hard hat. “God, that sucked. She totally shit on the gift I got her.”

“Haley does kinda have rich white girl tastes,” Sam nodded.

Even if she did… “I know that she can be… hard to deal with,” Ashe fidgeted with his own hard hat, “but she’s not that bad…”

All three of them looked at him like he’d just said the earth was flat.

“Yeah, she’s over the top, and she’s loud, and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind, but… she’s a person too, y’know? And she knows that nobody likes her…”

Now their attention shifted from him to each other. “Are you feeling alright?” Sam finally asked.

“Huh? Yeah, of course… I just… Y’know what, nevermind.” He slapped his own cheeks and unstrapped the pickaxe from his back. “Why are we standing around talking when there’s loot to be had?”

The sudden about-face didn’t go unnoticed by his friends. It was eerily similar to the one he pulled the last time—compounded by him just not seeming like himself recently. But it was hard to have a conversation with someone’s back, and so they had to hastily follow him into the elevator leading into the left mineshaft—well, Sebastian and Abby followed, dragging a reluctant Sam behind them. The blonde had a severe case of claustrophobia and fear of elevators.

“This is new.” Sebastian said, with Sam clinging to him for dear life as the elevator began its rickety descent into the depths of the shaft.

“Mhm. Joja installed it… last month, I think?”

“Damn. You’ve been hitting this place that hard?”

Ashe grinned meekly.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Because I have no sense of restraint and this is par for the course for me?”

“… Actually, yeah. That just about sums it up.” He patted Sam’s back. “You’re okay, Sam. Nothing’s gonna happen. You can let go of me now.”

“Y-You don’t know that for sure!” If anything, Sam only clung to him harder, and Sebastian just rolled his eyes and put up with it. There was no getting out of that vicelike grip once it was locked.

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 Even though it was the bastion of the very thing that he was once addicted to, Shane still made it a habit to visit the Saloon after work. It was a place to go that wasn’t straight back to ranch—of course he loved the place, but there was something suffocating about heading straight home after an eight hour hell shift stocking shelves. And the free sparkling juice that Gus would slip him was nice. It helped with the cravings.

“Hey Shane!” Emily was the first to greet him as he stepped in through the swinging double doors. She usually was, always with a smile. “Glad to see you! I wasn’t sure if you would be up to visiting with all that snow out there.”

“I mean, this place is right on the way home, so it’s not like I have to go out of my way or anything.” He took a seat at the bar, and on cue Gus set a cup of sparkling something in front of him—might have been cranberry just on first sniff. “Thanks, Gus. This a new drink or something?”

“It is, it is.” The portly fellow was all smiles as well as he cleaned a mug. “Courtesy of our favorite farmer. I thought you ought to have the honors of giving it the first tasting.”

“Well shit, I better not say anything bad about it.” He took a swig and let the flavor mull over his tongue. It was equal parts sweet and tart, and nicely carbonated—it tasted vaguely like the fruity drinks that he once was into, back in his edgy high school years. “That’s pretty nice.”

“As expected of produce from Ashe’s farm.” Emily leaned against the counter. “Speaking of, how’s he doing lately? It feels like an age since I last saw him.”

“Fine, as far as I can tell. Still a crazy busybody always doing something.” He sighed and swirled the deep red liquid around in the cup. “Won’t lie, I’m starting to get real worried about him.”

“Oh? How come?”

“Just—how do I put it? He just doesn’t seem like himself lately. He’s saying and doing all the usual stuff, but… iunno,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I just get this feeling that it’s an act.”  

“Well, if anyone could tell it’d be you. You know more about him than anyone else.”

“But that’s just it!” He threw his hands up. “He’s so tight-lipped that even after—fuck, how many months has he been here--?”

“Nine months,” Gus answered, bemused.

“Thank you-- after nine months, I know basically fuck-all about him.” With his fingers he began to count what he did know, “I know he lived near the capitol, I know he used to work for Joja, and I know—well, I’m pretty sure that his mom died. That’s it. Fuck, I don’t even know if he has allergies. That’s bad, right?”

Emily tapped her finger against her lips, contemplating. “Mmm… Not necessarily? Doesn’t it just mean that that stuff hasn’t come up yet? I mean, are you expecting him to just sit you down and go ‘this is my life story’ like in a badly written movie or book?”

“No, what—of course not.”

“Well then, what’s the problem? If it really bothers you so much, talk to him about it. Tell him that you would love to hear more things about him from time to time.” Playfully she poked him with her elbow. “Some people just need that little extra nudging to open up, after all.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right on that… Maybe I can get the ball rolling on one of our dates. Oh, speaking of,” he set his glass down and turned to Gus, “can I reserve the back room for the next few Sundays?”

Once more Gus looked amused. “Are you finally going to take me up on that offer I made when you first got together?”

“Maybe. This is literally the only thing I could think of to make him take a break, short of strapping him to a chair in front of a TV.”

Emily hid a laugh behind her hand. “I’m glad you’re choosing this instead of that. Maybe you can talk him into stopping by sometimes, too. I miss that sunshine he brings with him.”

“I’ll try, but no promises.” Shane finished off the drink and paid for the reservations. Honestly, he missed that sunshine too…

[aquariusrose]

I think Xi Gu is gonna be run over by a car or something and loose his memory.... that's why in the last episode's teaser Hao Ting looks at him with sadness and does not walk toward him. But as it will be years latter I think Xi Gu would have fully recovered and they will "meet again" or something...

Hello! Sorry this took so long for me to answer, but I wanted to make sure I had a lot of references to back up why I think that maybe this won’t be the case. Just keep in mind that this is only just my prediction and nobody knows what’s going to happen yet. I just hope this might help put you at ease? I don’t know, anyway this is going to be lengthy, so just bear with me🙏

So here’s what we know about the cliffhanger.

The last two clips of the episode are of Xi Gu running back towards the apartment

And Hao Ting going outside to meet him

We know this definitely happens. We also know that Hao Ting’s family is coming over to their apartment. But that’s all we know for certain.

Now, I’m personally choosing to ignore the sad piano music in the background because 1. It’s the same soundtrack as the one in their sex scene and 2. I think it’s just a tactic for the editors to keep us on our toes. It’s their job, and if you ask me, they’ve done it well. It keeps people talking about the show and it’s creating hype (more like hysteria) for the finale. 

Here’s what is just speculation about the cliffhanger. 

Literally everything else.

We know that the biggest fan speculation is that something bad happens to Xi Gu because of the slow motion editing, the music and what seems to be a glowing aura around him. Also Hao Ting runs out to meet him and sees something that makes him sad/panicked. 

We know the slow motion is consistent with every episode towards the end. No surprise they’ve used it again. I can admit that they used it in odd places this time around, but I don’t think it’s threatening. They’ve just simply used the footage they had to heighten the edge for the next episode.

Again, I believe the editing is intentionally trying to make it seem like something it’s not. The trailers are meant to be kind of misleading. 

As for Hao Ting’s reaction at the end, I’m personally not reading his expressions as anything inherently bad. He just looks more curious than anything.

Here is where he first notices whatever it is.

Here is where he has processed what he’s seen. A little surprised, possibly about seeing someone he wasn’t expecting?

And here is where we’re left. Nothing alarming. To me, he just looks curious about what he’s seeing. If he were seeing Xi Gu in an accident, I can imagine he wouldn’t be this calm. I also don’t think it would really take him this long to realize if something bad has happened. If something bad were to have happened to Xi Gu, or anyone for that matter, he would absolutely be running to the scene. We know he has a big heart, so I have no doubt in my mind that if someone needed help, he would assist immediately, especially with something as serious as a pedestrian getting hit.

Also, just a side note (and pure speculation on my part). If the writers/editors wanted to make an even bigger impact with this cliffhanger, I think they would’ve had a scene of Hao Ting running towards something. But because they never filmed a scene like that, they’re just using what they have in order to keep us on our toes. 

Now, Hao Ting’s reaction could absolutely be about something completely unrelated to Xi Gu. Let me explain. 

We’ve established that we KNOW Hao Ting runs outside to meet Xi Gu, but what we don’t know is the actual order in which these scenes take place. There is a split second in the clip of Hao Ting outside where he is looking and smiling blissfully in the opposite direction of whatever catches his attention later. It also, conveniently fades from black, so it’s quite easy to miss. 

We can say its just a coincidence. Or that maybe he was just checking the other side of the street to see Xi Gu, but my guess is that he knows which way Xi Gu had gone to get to the store. They had just got back from the store. Probably within the same hour that Xi Gu had to go back for the salt he forgot.  

Maybe, just maybe, he is turning around to head back to the apartment after already giving Xi Gu his wallet, and he sees an unexpected visitor in front of his building? Or sees something out of the ordinary? All I can say is that his expression really doesn’t scream danger to me. Who knows, I could easily be wrong.

It just seems to me like very clever editing. Especially because the next episode is the finale. 

Now for the teaser, particularly the part that you mentioned.

Here, we can clearly see Hao Ting looking at Xi Gu through what looks to be a restaurant window. What I think is important to notice here is that his body is facing the window…

…and then we see his expression, definitely a sad one with a sad smile. I won’t argue with that. 

We then see him take a step in what looks to me like Xi Gu’s general direction, based on the first gif. 

He could just be stepping up onto a sidewalk in order to head in the opposite direction of Xi Gu, or he could be preparing himself to go meet him inside the restaurant. The fact is that we just don’t know if he talks to Xi Gu or not, because the teaser never shows us. I believe this was an intentional move on the editors part, so that naturally, fans could come up with their own speculations.

In conclusion…

I think there is easily opportunity in the plot for a break-up to happen and for them to reconcile 6 years later, I’m just not totally convinced that this accident/amnesia narrative will take place. 

The last thing I want to mention is this clip.

This image speaks volumes to me. It’s the same old Yu Xi Gu smile we’ve seen throughout the whole series. This is the smile of a man that remembers the butterflies and beautiful memories his first love once gave him. This is a man that fought for his love to be accepted, when everyone thought he wouldn’t. And in my opinion, this the man that is still so incredibly in love with Xiang Hao Ting.

If you got this far, thanks for hanging in there through this high-key essay of mine. I hope maybe you can be a little less panicked about this cliffhanger of the century💜

‼️UPDATE AFTER FINALÉ‼️

Okay honestly, fuck them for doing what they did. THIS. THIS FUCKING MAKES SENSE! Why would they give us such a chance to have high hopes with the cliffhanger and teaser? For pure shock value? For views? To literally devastate an entire fandom and lose the trust of loyal viewers? probably all of the above.

The way the baited us into believing that Xi Gu was alive and well in the teaser with this doppelgänger bullshit...I’m pissed.

Looks like we were both wrong amnesia anon. And I’m truly sorry about that🙏

[kattodoroki]

vines. (Bakugou x Reader)

/sorry updates are taking forever! gonna be doing requests soon! likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. thanks for reading <3/

You worked at the local flower shop and Bakugou can’t seem to stay away.

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Bakugou hated when March rolled around, especially March 15th, being his father’s birthday. He didn’t hate his parents but he hated being bothered by them, and this particular situation bothered him. He got his dad the same thing every year since grade school, his mother insisting that he’d get them for his father, she’d give Katsuki money and he would go out and get them. However; being his first year at UA he opposed to getting his father something this year, he had a reputation to uphold. There was no way he was going to buy red carnations for his dad this year, he refused to let his classmates see him with a bouquet of flowers. He felt conflicted, he didn’t want to make his mom mad and yell at him about not getting his father anything for his birthday, and he didn’t want his father to get upset that he broke the tradition, no matter how much Katsuki hated it, he knew his father liked his present and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Bakugou sighed, listening to Kirishima go on about his weekend and wanting to do something with him, “No, I’m not going out.”

Kirishima stopped talking and looked at Bakugou, frowning, “Why not? We can just go after school?”

“No, I have something to do after school.” Bakugou barked.

Kirishima smiled, “Sure dude, whatever you say.”

Kirishima turned around, deciding to ask other people to hang out, Bakugou sighed in relief, there was no way people were going to know he was getting flowers. He was dreading last period, wishing his father’s birthday was far away from this weekend, wishing he got his father something else all those years ago. Bakugou looked around the room, making sure that no one was watching him pull out his phone. He opened an app for directions and searched for the nearest floral shop. Five miles, Bakugou nodded and locked his phone, now looking up around the classroom. His dad’s birthday was Saturday and it was only Friday so he would have to keep the flowers at his house overnight… and bring them into the dorm. His hands got clammy in nervousness about the whole situation, there was no way he could sneak them into the dorm without anyone seeing and asking questions. He pulled the sleeves on his sweatshirt, trying to calm down, balling the ends of his sleeves in his fists.

Bakugou huffed when the bell rang and sprang out of his seat. He threw his bag over his shoulder and got out of the door as fast as he could, wanting to stop at his dorm before he left for the flower shop. He sighed in relief when he finally got to his dorm, opening the door and closing it with a slam, now throwing his bag to the ground and flopping down on his bed. Groaning he unlocked his phone and typed in the address, needing directions on how to get there.

He picked himself up, opened the door and looked around to make sure no one was in the hallway to question him. He slid outside, making his way to the staircase, always checking to see if anyone was in his way, not feeling like explaining himself or coming up with an excuse.

Thankfully no one was in the main loft as he made his way out of the entrance of the dorm, making sure he had his wallet and his phone for directions before he left the actual property of UA. He started for the nearest train station, he refused to walk five miles since training tired him out earlier that day. Bakugou put his earbuds in, wanting music to distract him from the embarrassing task he was set out to do. He turned on one of his favorite playlists, an English one, and he was glad he could understand. His pace quickened with the beat of ‘Hold The Line’ By Toto, now really getting into the song. The train ride was silent, sitting down finally catching his breath from all the fast walking he was doing. The train ride was short, only getting halfway through ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’ by The Foundations. He wiped the sweat from his hands onto his shorts, trying to calm his nerves, he knew that no one he knew would be there but the small voice in his head screamed at him otherwise.

He left the train station and pulled out his phone, now not really knowing where he was going. He read the directions and started walking, looking up once every two minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to bump into anyone and blow up on them. Once his phone told him he arrived at his destination he locked it and slid it into his pocket, now looking up at the little flower shop. He sighed and went inside, not really knowing what to expect.

He couldn’t hear the ding of the door as he opened it, but you did. You bounced your way to the front of the store, having to greet yet another customer. You stopped when you saw him, he was cute. You tried your hardest not to blush, swallowing your nervousness down you had to remember that you were at work and he was just another customer.

You smiled, “Hello, is there anything I can help you find?”

Bakugou stared at you, watching your mouth move, but he had no clue what you were saying. He felt stupid, his face turned a slight pink since he couldn’t understand you. He ripped one of the earbuds out of his ears, so he could understand you.

“I’m sorry?” He choked out.

You giggled, “I said, is there anything I could help you find?”

Bakugou huffed, trying to push his thoughts away, not wanting to allow himself to find you cute. He wanted to deny your offer, offended that he would need help with anything, but he was at a loss here and didn’t want to be here long.

You giggled again before he could say anything, “My Girl? I don’t see you as the type to like The Temptations…”

Bakugou looked at you wide-eyed, “Excuse me?”

You laughed, now clutching the apron you were wearing that was apart of your uniform, “Your music.” You felt your cheeks hurt, this was getting too good. You never felt like this around a customer, it almost felt wrong.

His eye twitched, “Oh…” Bakugou quickly paused the song, “It’s… a good song.”

You nodded and smiled, Bakugou felt his cheeks heat up again and he had to wipe his hands on his shorts again, feeling like it's becoming a habit. He never felt this way near someone, let alone a stranger.

“So,” You started, “What did you need help with?”

He looked at you for a second, soaking in your features. Taking in the way your apron was tight around your body, really giving him a good look your body, how your face was a perfect match made his mouth water. He swallowed, now looking at the floor to avoid awkward eye contact.

“Um, Carnations…” He whispered.

You smiled again, getting excited to show him where they were, “Oh! They are over here, follow me!” You lead him near the back of the shop, making quick turns through the aisles of varies flowers. You stopped in front of the Carnations, showing off all the colors the shop had. Bakugou eyes them, even though he already knew what color he needed.

He looked at you; you weren’t looked at him but at all the Carnations, smiling, like you were proud of them. Bakugou’s heart swelled and he hated it. He wanted to punch Cupid for hitting him with the ‘love arrow’.

Bakugou grumbled, “Thanks.” He turned towards the flowers, placing his hand on his chin as if he was thinking which one he should get.

“Did you know what color you were looking for?” You asked hopefully.

Bakugou nodded, picking up the red bouquet of Carnations. “Oh red! A lovely color!” You said excitingly, “Are you ready to check out?”

Bakugou looked you up and down, “Yeah.” He said trying to sound uninterested.

You nodded with a smile and lead him to the cash registers, now ringing up the bouquet. You told him the total and he got out his phone and placed it on the table, and then took out his wallet. He gave you the money and you eyed his phone when it lit up, not wanting to be nosy you took the money and punched the number into the machine, it opened and you counted out his change. You smiled and handed it to him, he didn’t smile back but that didn’t bother you.

“Next time maybe you can show me your playlist!” You said, following him back to the door of the shop.

“Yeah, maybe.” He breathed, now opening the door, leaving you inside the shop. You gave a small wave that he didn’t see, sighing in content, now going back to tend to the flowers.

Thankfully, no one saw him enter the dorms with the flowers, peacefully making his way to his room and finding a nice vase his father would appreciate. He arranged the flowers, wanting them to look nice, hating for it to be half-assed. He thought back to you, how nice you were, how you didn’t make fun of his choice in songs… how you told him next time you wanted to see his playlist. How embarrassing. Maybe he should blow up the flower shop; not when you would be there though, he didn’t want to hurt you. What. Hurt you? Fuck. He was fucked.

He went to sleep to forget about it, hating the fact that every second of his thoughts went back to you. When he awoke, he got dressed quickly and grabbed all his things so he could make his way to his parent's house, not forgetting to grab the vase. When he got to his parent’s house to celebrate his parents were very happy and his mom was satisfied with how the bouquet turned out. Bakugou was pleased when his dad thanked him, happy that his son continued the tradition. That night Bakugou made his way back to the dorm, still thinking back to the afternoon with you at the flower shop. Maybe... it wouldn’t hurt to go back tomorrow morning.

Bakugou couldn’t believe himself, he really got out of bed and dragged himself to this godforsaken place. He didn’t even care that much, in fact, he hated... hated you especially. He sighed, now opening the door, he could finally hear the dinging noise. You smiled, pausing your task and making your way to the front, ready to greet your customer. Your smile got even bigger when you noticed it was the cute guy from two days ago, not forgetting about him in the slightest.

“It’s you again!” You almost squealed.

Bakugou nodded his head awkwardly; Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” You asked.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Well… What do you suggest?”

You almost jumped with excitement and Bakugou had to stop himself from saying ‘Cute’ out loud.

“Well, my favorites are the Peonies and Pansies, although we don’t have pansies you can grow your own because we have seeds… I also love Marigolds” You rambled, walking around to show Bakugou your favorites.

“Wait,” You stopped, “What’s your name?” You turned to him.

“Um… Bakugou… Katsuki.”

You nodded and looked down, “I apologize I shouldn’t have been so forward with a customer.”

“It's.... fine…” Bakugou eyed your name tag, “... Y/N” He shifted awkwardly.

You looked up at him when he said your name, glad that he wasn’t angry at you for asking his name.

“It’s nice to meet you Bakugou!” You smiled, walking around to show him more flowers, “I also like these roses!” You showed off all the different colored roses, “The pink ones are my favorite.”

“I’ll take a bouquet of those.” Bakugou belted.

You giggled and picked them up, “Is that all you wanted?”

Bakugou nodded, his cheeks now matching the roses. You lead him to the register, having him follow behind you.

You rang him up in silence, glancing up at him for a second to note at his handsome features, blushing slightly when he smirked down at you. You handed him his change and followed him to the door again, giving him a small wave as he opened the door and let it fall, closing… leaving you behind.

Shit. Bakugou was in deep. He stared into his mirror after practice, the sweat glistening off of his body. He glanced over to the pink roses sitting in a cup of water that he got from the kitchen, and thankfully no one was around the catch him. He looked back to the mirror and pointed at himself, “Stop… Stop this right now asshole.” After a second he sighed and got up, now climbing into bed, wanting to be well-rested for school tomorrow.

He woke up in a cold sweat to his alarm blasting nonsense, he quickly turned it off and rolled around, now groaning that he had to actually get up. He rubbed his eyes, now in a sitting position. He stood up and started dressing for school, already wanting the day to be over.

Sitting in his last period class, five minutes till the end of it; Unless the dumb professor had them stay later, but Bakugou prayed that wouldn’t happen. Kirishima had asked him what he was doing after class but Bakugou blew him off, saying that he had studying to do. Recently he’d been reading about different types of flowers, wanting to know more since you’ve peaked his interests. Was he really going to risk going to see you? What if you found him creepy? No, he noticed the way you looked at him, he smirked to himself, you liked him. He was confident, he wasn’t bad at anything, maybe a little awkward around you, but he knew you found him interesting.

When the class finally ended, Bakugou hurried to leave, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He didn’t bother to go back to his dorm, he had everything he needed. Satisfied, he made his way to the station, blasting ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ by Queen.

He took out his earbud and opened the door to the shop, now hearing the bell. You lifted your head and stopped tending to the flowers, now dusting yourself off and made your way to the front.

“Bakugou! Hey! What brings you here today?” You smiled at him, your new friend.

“Um... “ Bakugou didn’t think this far into his plan, “I forgot to show you my playlist… I also need more flowers.”

Your mouth made an O shape, “I was just kidding about the playlist! What flowers were you wanting?”

“Uh, Marigolds,” He said, saying a flower he knew you liked, hating himself that he remembered.

You smiled, now leading him to the spot where the Marigolds were, “What color did you want?”

“I’ll take one of every.” You eyed him and grabbed all the different colored bouquets.

“You really like flowers huh?” You laughed.

“Sure,” Bakugou said bluntly, “You could say that.”

He eyed you while you rang him up, “What’s your phone number?” Your head snapped up to look at him in surprise, “So I can send you the playlist.” He said slightly annoyed.

“Oh.” You wrote it on the receipt and handed it to him, and like clockwork, you followed him to the front and sent him off. Giving him the small wave, watching him leave you behind yet again. You smiled to yourself, you liked him but now you were sure that he liked you. Your phone buzzed and you got it out, opening the text from an unknown number, containing a link made by your friend Bakugou.

Bakugou sighed, looking around the main loft to see if anyone was there. He ran through the loft, careful not to mess up his flowers. He opened the door to his dorm and slid inside, trying to hide the flowers from anyone else’s sights. He made up vases from cups of water and carefully placed the bouquets in there designated cups. His focus was broken when there was a knock at the door, he wasn’t expecting anyone. He made his way to the door and opened it to a crack. Kirishima.

“Hey bro! What are you up to?” His friend said excitingly.

“Nothing. Go away.” Bakugou groaned.

“Wait. You’ve been so m.i.a. lately.” Kirishima said defeated.

Bakugou sighed, “Hold on, let me get my fucking coat.”

“Can I use your charger real quick?” Kirishima asked, placing his hand on his friend's door, trying to open it wider.

Before Bakugou could protest Kirishima had managed to pry the door open, now he could see everything.

Kirishima laughed and Bakugou wanted to kill his friend, “What’s with all these?” Kirishima laughed gesturing to all the flowers that adorned Bakugou’s room, now walking inside his friend’s dorm and grabbing the charger.

“Shut. Up.” Bakugou seethed.

Kirishima laughed harder, “Okay, Okay.” He got up, “Let’s just go.”

Bakugou sighed and followed his friend out the door, now following him outside of the dorms. Bakugou opened his phone and saw that you read his message but didn’t say anything, he wondered if he should talk to you. He huffed and locked his phone and looked up at Kirishima who was eating his dinner contently. He looked down at his phone and unlocked it, now sending you a message. He locked his phone, nervous that he finally texted you.

You felt a buzz in your pocket, you opened your open and saw a text from Bakugou. Your heart race sped up, “Did you like the playlist?” You read out loud. You giggled, now texting back about how much you loved it, and he replied back immediately. This went on for quite some time, lasting all the way to the time when you clocked out and went home and to bedtime. You felt crazy smiling at your phone, laying in bed, texting someone you just met, but Bakugou didn’t seem to mind too much when he had asked you to dinner. You felt ecstatic, texting back almost immediately to confirm that you would love to meet him for dinner. You both agreed that tomorrow afternoon would work best since you didn’t work and he didn’t have any training to do. You were nervous but excited to see him outside of your work, able to have a real conversation. You said your good nights and finally fell asleep.

You awoke when the sunlight started pooling into your room, now excited to get ready for school, you had something to look forward to later. When school was over you made your way to the flower shop, greeting your co-workers and grabbing a color bouquet full of your favorite flowers.

“What are you up to tonight? You look nice.” Your co-worker said, now ringing you up.

You giggled, “I have a date tonight!”

She smiled at you, “Wow, well, good luck!” She handed you your bouquet and change and sent you on your way.

You smiled the whole way there, basically skipping with delight, thankful that the restaurant wasn’t too far of a walk. When you got there you texted Bakugou and stated that you were outside, you smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair, not wanting to look like a mess in front of your handsome date. You noted that ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations was playing overhead outside, you smiled knowing that Bakugou liked this song.

Your smile widened when he came outside to get you, you opened your mouth to greet him but he cut you off with a laugh, “Well, this is awkward.”

You gave him a confused look, and he glanced down to his hands holding the same bouquet you were holding for him.

[thirsty-pixie]

Richie x Reader

Part 1

Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

I know Richie is gay in the movie but I do what I want lmao. This is kinda something I've had rolling around in my brain for a while.

Back story: Y/n is a creature similar to it, she was born from her mother which was human but her father was Pennywise. It was getting lonley and wanted to have someone else who could live as long as him and keep him company. Though humans were much to fragile and died quickly he decided to impregnate a Woman. The pregnancy nearly killed the woman leaving her bound to a wheel chair. The child received some of its abilities like strength, speed and she feeds off of fear, she is also connected to it physically. When it gets hurt she feels the pain and she is immortal, she stops physically aging at 36. She feeds on fear but not by eating children, just being around someone who is scared is enough.

Last day of school.

Is was the last day of school and I was already sitting outside of the front doors watching the students leave the building. Mrs. Ripsom was waiting put in the road with the police looking for her daughter. I still remember the blood on my dads chin when I walked in on him eating and the sickening thud when poor Betty fell to the ground of the sewer. He never let me see him eat and that day I found out why. I seen four familiar boys walk out of the building Bill, Stan, Eddie, and Richie.

I enjoyed hanging close to this group because Eddie, he was a hypochondriac and was always scared of something. I watched as they walked passed me Eddie looking up at me then quickly back down to his feet. I chuckled shaking my head,the walked over to a trash can to dump their bags which was a common thing for kids to do after school let's out for the summer. The door opened again this time Bowers and his gang walked out, Patrick winked at me like always as they passed earning an eyeroll from me.

They walked towards the four boys who were starting to walk home. I felt something snap when Bowers grabbed Richie's bag and pulled him backwards into Stan. Within a few seconds I was standing between Bill and Henry, I heard Richie say shit when I shoved Bowers back. "The fuck is your problem" I yelled at Henry causing him to get angry, "it's none of your business now be a good little bitch a run along." He stepped closer but I didnt back down.

"I'm sorry. Did I stu-stu-studer? I said run along." He tried to push me with his chest but I didn't budge "you don't scare me Henry" suddenly fear radiated from Henry as he looked behind me make eye contact with his dad. "This isn't over losers!" He huffed before turning to leave. "Holy shit! Do you have a death wish? He will literally kill you" I turned and Looked at Eddie and shrugged. "I'm not afraid of Henry he's just a scared little kid" I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked at Richie and Stan who looked shocked. "I'm Y/n.... by the way" I smiled and began walking away.

I heard the four of them running to catch up with me "that was totally cool" I looked down at Richie how was now walking next to me "I mean he's honestly not that scary...." even though he was only a couple years younger than me he was pretty short. "So I'm Stan, that's Bil, Eddie and hes Richie." Stan walked on the otherside of me introducing everyone. I smiled and kept walking "where are you going?" I heard two of them ask in unison. "Well I gotta get home to my mom and hang out with her until the next nurse comes..... theres a gap in the shift change." I mumbled the last part and I turned the street.

"What's wrong with you're mom? She a vegetable or something?." Richie blurted. I heard someone punch him followed by and ouch causing me to laugh. "No she's just in a wheelchair so for an hour after school I take care of her then the night nurse comes." I looked at the Four who had slowed their pace and walked behind me. "Then I think tomorrowim gonna go swimming" I stopped at my driveway and looked at the boys who were following me like puppies. "W-w-well we are going to gu-go to to the ba-barrens. Want to come?" I smiled at Bill and Richie flung his arm over Bill's shoulder "yeah we can stop by here and get you then hit up the quarry after the barrens" I nodded "yeah I'll see you all tomorrow then"

I walked inside to see my mom asleep on the couch, I covered her with a blanket and turned the tv off. I went to my room and changed into my workout outfit and waited till the night nurse arrived. "She's been asleep since I got home I made her dinner it's in the oven.." the nurse smiled and I walked out of the house. I began jogging to the sewer drain that was closest to my dads hideout.

I looked to make sure nobody was watching before I slipped inside. The walk wasn't long before I heard him humming. "Daddy?" The humming stopped when I spoke and he popped his head around the corner in his human form. I smiled and walked into the large room hugging my father he smiled at me and kissed the top of my head. "How was your last day of School Y/n" I shrugged and looked up at the children floating some with missing appendages. "It was fine....Daddy must you display them like they are trophies..." i frowned and he sighed looking down.

"I'm sorry its how I lived for a really long time it's hard to change....." I nodded and flopped against the pile of toys. It sat next to me and sighed "so I've told you how I used to sleep for 27 years at a time..." his voice was shaky and he spoke slowly causing worry to build up inside me. "Yeah.." I rolled onto my side and looked at him, his eyes had prominent dark circles and he looked exhausted. "I'm getting weak and tired and I will be going back to sleep for another 27 years in about a month or so..." he scanned my face as I sat up.

"So you're leaving me for 27 years?! Mom wont survive another year.... what will I do?" I stood up and glared at him. He stood up and hugged me "I know I'm sorry I stayed as long as i could. You'll be ok you're strong just promise me you'll come back when I wake up...." I had started crying when he hugged me but by the time he finished I was sobbing. "I'm going to miss you Daddy...." I knew he was a horrible monster but he was my father.

~~~Time skip~~~

I had on my black and red backpack on that I had filled with snacks, I sat on my stairs with my bike waiting for the boys to come by. After about 15 minutes I heard Richie's loud mouth about a block away so I stood up and got on my bike. "Ready Chicka?" Richie asked and I nodded smiling, the barrens was only a 5 minute ride from my house so. We walked down the trail and to the drain pipe that fed into the creek, I could smell the rotting flesh unbeknownst to anyone else. My senses were 100 times better than an average persons.

I scrunched my nose at the smell and followed Bill into the drain listening for my dad. I heard Eddie complaining about the water and laughed when I heard Richie say it doesn't smell like caca to him. Bill picked up Betty's shoe and turned around, "guys" every one froze and looked at Bill. I zoned out remembering seeing my dad as a clown mouth dripping in blood, I was brought back to reality when I head someone scream for help. The screaming continued but they sounded like painful screams like someone was hurt, no one else could hear it.

Moments later a kid came splashing down the creek falling into the water a few feet away from us. "Oh shit" we all rushed over to the kid to help him, I could feel his fear from back where I was standing before I went to help and the closer I got the more invigorating it was. I was in bliss as he rode on my pegs to the drug store, we stopped in the Alley leaning the bikes against the wall as Eddie looked at Ben's stomach.

They rushed inside leaving Ben, Richie, and I out in the alley "glad I got to meet you before you died" I looked at Richie and hit his arm playfully. He looked at me confused "not nice" I said before lifting Ben's shirt again. "Fucking Bowers.... I'm gonna kick his ass for this" before Richie could say anything the guys came rushing out their arms full of supplies. "What'd you do rob the place." I watched as Eddie meticulously tended to his wound, a few moments later I heard someone coming through the alley.

"You ok that looks like it hurts" I looked up seeing a redhead girl standing next to Bill I tuned the rest of the conversation out as I walked to the end of the alley. I popped my back and watched as people walked along the side walk oblivious to horrors that lay below the streets the drove and walked walked on. "Y-yo-you coming Y/n?" "Yeah pull your head out of the clouds and kets goooo" I smiled at Richie and Bill as I walked back to my bike.

Posted 9/30/2019

Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

[thosesouthparkimagines]

(TweekTweak) I’m Addicted to You

All characters are at least 17 in this, seniors in high school

"And that children, is why Kim Kardashian would make a lovely president" Mr.Garrison says, practically drooling over the picture he has projected onto the board. I don't know who decided to allow him to move up to teach senior year english, but it's an easy pass I guess.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Are you coming over to watch the new Terrance and Phillip special with us?" My best friend, Kyle, asks me as we walk out of the class. At the same time, Craig comes and asks if I was going with them to the coffee shop, where a certain someone, happened to be working.

I was the only one in South Park who got along with both of the "big"  groups. It's been this way since the fourth grade. Kyle being the closest to me, and Tweek. Tweek. The stammering, blonde, adorable, coffee addicted boy that grew up wonderfully. He never did stop stuttering though, or his coffee addiction, if anything, they're worse now that we're all grown up.

"Its Okay (Y/N). Go with them, Ill record it, and we can watch it together some other time" Kyle says, a knowing smile on his face. He knew about my teeeeeeny crush on the coffee loving boy, and even approved of it. I asked him not to tell anyone about it, since knowing Cartman, it would be out in seconds.

"Okay, I'll meet you after class then Craig" I smile  to the darker haired boy, as he walks away, not flipping us  off, miraculously.

"Are you gonna do it? Kyle asks, referring to if I as ever gonna confess, and have my heart crushed by the same guy I've been into since the fourth grade.

"Pshhhh. Bro. I won't ever confess. I'll just  bottle up my love for the guy for the rest of my life until I die so I can escape rejection. " I say, completely straight faced with a hint of sarcasm. Kyle just  rolls his eyes.

"I'll just be there for your funeral then, since you don't have the balls"  He shrugs and I punch his shoulder. "Hey! OWE!"

"H-H-Hi (Y/N)" I hear behind me and turn to see the boy of the hour"

"Tweek! You're here just in time! Save me from this evil person" I say, referring to Kyle as I run behind Tweek and pretend to be afraid. "He's being mean to me" I pout and Tweek takes on a serious face.

"D-Dont be m-mean to her" He says, very sternly to Kyle, barely stuttering. Kyle grows shocked at the outburst "Dude, chill. It was a joke. (Y/N)'s my best friend. I'd never be mean to her" he sas, awkwardly laughing trying to play it off. Tweek didn't seem to be buying it.

"I-I'm warning you. Back off" He growls, once again acting hostile towards Kyle. I come from behind Tweek and in between the boys who were glaring holes into each other.

"Okay boys, we should probably get to class" I sa, pushing Kyle towards our shared class. "Bye Tweek! I'll see you after school, okay?"

He replaces the glare with a smile instantly. "Of course (Y/N)! Can't wait" Tweek says, turning and walking off towards his class and Kyle snickers.

"He totally has the hots for you"

"What the hell does that mean Broflovski?" I ask.

"You didn't notice how protective he got? Or how he didn't stutter as much? He is so into you" I turn bright red at this statement.

"Whatever dude. Don't get my hopes up.But come on. We gotta go to class" I say, dragging him by the wrist to class.

The rest of the day goes by with no interruptions. Like promised, I meet with Craig, Token, Clyde and Tweek after school so we can all walk together to Tweeks coffee shop. Tweek seems to walk really close to me, and looks towards Craig, who is to the right of him. Craig nods, and Tweek kinda gulps. before I can ask  if everything is okay, Tweek quickly grabs my hand, and intertwined our fingers, his face extremely red, and mine about to reach that same shade. Craig, Token and Clyde all look at eachother and smirk, when Tweek finally speaks up, stuttering more than usual.

"G-G-G-Guys. W-We're h-h-here." He gets out, face still bright red. Craig pats his shoulder friendly, and Tweek mometairly lets go of my hand,and I already miss the warmth he provided. He opens the door and leads all five of us in,and we all take a seat at an empty table. "D-Did you guys w-want a coffee? I-I can go m-make it"he stutters out, much calmer than earlier.  The gus give their order, and look towards me.

"I'll have a (Fav coffee) please Tweek" I say with a sweet smile, and he turns bright again.

"O-Okay!" he runs off towards the back of the store, and all three boys remaining turn to me.

"So" Clyde says, smirking "What's going on with you and coffee brain over there" he says,  smirking, and I cough awkwardly.

"Um, we're friends?"  I say.

"On the way here, that didn't look like friendship (Y/N)." Token says.

"If you're single, wanna go out sometime then"Clyde asks, but get slapped upside the head by Craig "Chill bro. It was a joke. I'd never wanna go out with (Y/N) anyways" he says. "Tweek called dibs anyways."

"D-D-Did not" the stuttering boy says, walking back with tray full of coffee, looking like he may have been struggling with the five drinks. I stand up in attempt to help him, but it just spooks him, and he drops the tray, spraying me with half of them. "O-Oh my gosh (Y/N)! Are y-you okay?" freaks out. "Agh! I'm  sorry! I-I  think we have a change of c-clothes in the b-back".He says,  and i follow him to the back of the coffee shop, where he proceeds to hand me a clean shirt that seems to be twice my size. "T-Thats the only s-shirt. I-I hope y-you don't mind. I-I-It's mine" he stutters and I smile.

"Its completely fine Tweek." I smile, and easily strip from my coffee stained shirt, and put his on, without registering he was in the room. I pull the shirt down from my head,and see Tweeks face, brighter red than when we held hands on our way here. There's a small dribble of blood coming from his nose. Damn it. Kyle was right, I  just need to test something. "You got something right there" I point to Tweeks nose and he comes out of his trance, and quickly wipes the blood away.

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry" he can't stop stuttering. I smirk.

"Sorry for what Tweek? Watching me change? I didn't mind it" I smirk and walka bit closer to him. If I was wrong, our friendship would be over. He slowly walks backwards until his feet hit a box, and he goes toppling over, taking me with him when he tries to grab me for balance. I end up on top of him, straddling him. Both our faces are bright red as he tries to stutter out yet another apology. I shut him up by slamming my lips onto his. It takes him a few seconds to register it, but slowly he begins to kiss back, wrapping his arms around my waist,sitting up a little bit, as my fingers tangle themselves into his blonde hair, a smirk playing on the edges of my lips. We pull apart, and for once, he's not red.

"W-What was that for"? he asked.

"Thats for the coffee".  I kiss him again. "Thats for being you"

"S-So does this mean you l-like me back"  he asks, nervously. I just chuckle and kiss him again

"Does that answer your question? And I'll answer your next one. Yes. I'll be your girlfriend." He just smiles.

"T-Thank goodness. Y-You're more addicting than coffee. I-I dont know if I could l-let you go"

Bonus:  AT THE TABLE

Craig looks at the other  two boys sitting with him  at the table. "They've been in there 10 minutes. Wanna bail?  Leave the love birds to themselves" All three get up and leave.

'What do you think they're doing in there" Token asks

"Probably screwing. Who knows. But we gotta talk to Kyles group. Who had the day closest to today? It might be me, and I want my money"  Craig says.

[faunusrights]

‘AFTER THE FALL’ - LIVEREAD II

Part I (prologue to chapter three) here!

According to other people reading this alongside me, I have yet to even see the true extent of how, um... interesting some of the characterisations are? So, we can only do one thing: keep reading, even though I’m relatively sure the corpse of a sizeable moth was batted onto my copy :I

We’ve reached chapter three, and only now do I realise what a considerable chunk of the book that is? Blimey.

CHAPTER THREE

/gets six lines in /shuts the book

Look, I said I wasn’t gonna say it because we know I hate it but ughghghgh I hate canon Velvet soooooo muuuuuuuuuuch she’s SO boring I’m SO sorry but GOD--

Okay. Okay. Moving on. Yatsu is our narrator now so let’s hear how he sounds!

“Ash started crying and crying and crying--”

I know it’s inevitable that most names I picked for OCs will crop up elsewhere but... Ash? You tryna take Ash “Bottom Energy” Scarlatina away from me now? Can’t I have anything?

So, it was mentioned that apparently a recurring thing I’ll be seeing in this novel is Yatsu and Velvet being hitched together on the character development front, and honestly, I can see it happening here. They’re being made into one sort of unit and Yatsu keeps calling attention to that, which isn’t... great, ‘cause I’m kinda hoping we’ll see more individual development? But the current consensus is that It Ain’t Happening, so we’ll See, I Guess,

Okay, I love that Velvet makes spreadsheets on her Scroll. I deeply enjoy her making chats to keep track of stuff, because honestly what a mood that is.

‘Yatsuhashi whirled around in confusion, but Velvet was gone. He didn’t like losing sight of her; what kind of trouble was she getting up to now?’

Predictably, I don’t like Velvet being babies in any sense of the word, but I do like that Yatsu’s first worry is what trouble can she possibly fucking cause now? Velvet and her high chaos energy, whomst I Adore,

Also what the fuck is a breadfruit.

‘Professor Greene’s Stealth and Security class--’

UGH I wish we knew more about the classes they took in Beacon. Do you know how hard it is to write an AU in which the Fall of Beacon never happened and having to pull classes outta your ass? It’s HARD, Y’ALL,

Yatsu’s Semblance is... making people forget things? That’s. Weird but alright??? Sure??? Whatever???

Me, every time Velvet snaps: why is it I only get the Velvet I’m after when she’s being such a bi-- oh wait I have a type sorry continue as you were,

But actually God I miss chibi!Velvet pour one out for the cancellation y’all

“This is bad,” Yatsu said sadly.

Me to myself: I know it’s not good writing I know and you know but don’t say anything just move on--

Okay before I move on, I’m definitely seeing a lot of that Yatsu/Velvet hitching, and makes me Nervous because I love Yatsu and I love Velvet but I also love them separately so I’m holding out hope that they get split up at Some Point because they really have been written together pretty much the whole way, huh? 

CHAPTER FOUR

OKAY CHAPTER FOUR LET’S GO LET’S GO

It’s Fox time, and we’ve got an introduction to Copper, Fox’s mentor (someone mentioned it’s totally a 'The Fox and The Hound’ reference). And-- ah, he’s dead. That was quick.

‘Velvet sometimes let her feelings get the best of her, Fox thought.’

You think that’s bad? You should meet murpverse!Velvet, that bitch has never held a thought in her head for more than five seconds.

I’ll confess I’m now reading pretty far ahead before I have any commentary of note. I’m enjoying Fox’s narration far more than anyone else’s by a pretty considerable margin, and it’s probably ‘cause Fox -- despite saying literally nothing in canon -- saw a lot of people reach the same conclusion to his character? So this one is much easier to settle into. Also, maybe it’s ‘cause he was such a blank slate that the writing works better for him. I dunno.

Story-wise: Edward is-- okay, actually, side-tangent: Edward? We seem to really jump in and out of the colour scheme, huh? Anyway, Edward’s a shady mfer and LET VELVET DO SHIT ON HER OWN!!!!!! LET HER BE A DUMBASS OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

‘That was the last time he;s underestimate [Velvet].’

Told ya, dipshitte.

Ooh, everyone’s Angery about Everything. Seems like the Mood Bombs are also more passively AOE than just being a Sudden Boom, because everyone’s got a MUCH shorter temper? Then again, mine would be Non-Existent in a desert to begin with, so maybe they’ve all got sand up their butts. Also, Gus is to blame for the Mood Bombs anyway! That’s a big F, kiddo.

CHAPTER FIVE

Flashback to the dance!

Awh, Ruby made her own outfit and cape. Li’l seamstress! Oh, dang, do you think Summer taught her? Or, at least, showed her how her cape was made? Aaaaa--

Lien remains... weird. I thought it’d be closer to a currency rate like Yen to the dollar (so thousands are worth much less), but the implication here is that twenty Lien is more like $20? The currency here is very weird and even I’m at fault for flip-flopping on it, but I honestly expected it to be more like Yen. Huh.

Coco likes Ruby’s outfit look at that senpai GO.

Oh, okay, so they met at the dance? For some reason, I thought they’d already been acquainted? I thought they mentioned that team CFVY were away in the show (and therefore knew them at least in passing) but apparently not.

Okay, so Coco’s dialogue is... weird? I’m not totally down for the voice the author’s chosen to give her, and the more I see of it the more I’m starting to notice it. That said, I can’t believe Coco has reeled off Ozpin’s whole speech for Ruby. I’d have forgotten three words in.

Still jumping back and forth on Coco’s dialogue. I’m not sure if I like it. Moving on.

Weiss is Big Bitch Supreme, I see. This flashback is striking me all wrong for some reason, but I cannot for my life of me say why.That said, Weiss unironically saying besties is the funniest thing I’ve read all week, so there’s that.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHH TIME FOR VELVET AND RACISM UGHGHHGHGHHHHGHGH IM GONNA GO GET LUNCH FIRST--

WAIT BLAKE’S THERE

WAIT NO I’M GETTING FOOD FIRST EVEN IF BLACK VELVET IS RIGHT THERE--

Okay I ate too many calories and walked my dog let’s do this before I have to take said dog to the groomer. On that note, I’m like halfway through the book already? This really is short as heck.

“You had something to say to me?” Velvet asked. The boy clamped his mouth shut.

Do ya? Bihh.

Also I LOVE that highlights from the initiation are playing so that Blake literally looks a thousand times more intimidating. I wish we’d seen more of that kinda thing in the show, with RWBY being the new hotshots and the dynamic they had with Beacon as a whole. But that would have involved not blowing Beacon up to fuck and then having the writers go ‘uh, what do we do now?’ so what the hell do I know.

OOUGH THIS BLACK VELVET,,, HHH,,,, MURPHY’S OTP IS HERE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“What should we do with him?” [Blake] looked at Velvet.

Kill him... and then... kiss....................................

“I don’t believe in fighting prejudice with violence,” Velvet said.

I wish y’all could have heard the sound I made at that. Canon Velvet you’re just so... soggy bread about this.

Blake shook her head. “that’s not how we deal with people like him where I come from.”

Blake yr so HOT... hey you should teach Velvet how you deal with people like him and then kiss. That said, are they talking about Menagerie there? Or the Fang? If it’s Menagerie, that’s even funnier because I love the idea of an idiot running their mouth and then having five families and a baby wail on them.

Blake hates dog-ears in their books. Bad news, asshole, it’s the BEST way to mark PAGES bookmarks are for the UPPER CLASSES who don’t realise BOOKS are TOOLS of EDUCATION--

Anyway. Moving on-- YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG.

Yang beat the assholes up anyway I love her!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER SIX

Back with Velvet. Blessing or curse? Who knows.

Edward and Gus make for an. Interesting duo. This plot hasn’t captured my interest crazy well, and if I didn’t know this was RWBY and such I’d probably pass on it ‘cause it’s pretty... eh, but I do like their Semblances and this could’ve been a pretty decent side-plot thing in the show! Such as in My Hero Academia with, uh, whats-his-name... Eraserhead. I dunno. I’m thinking this was a good idea that hasn’t had enough space to breathe.

Emotions are Flying High and Whomst will be the first to crack like Egg? I am liking the method of raising tempers because everything’s a little sloppier and unpredictable! Also, that’s the end of chapter si-- what? Wait, chapter six was only ten pages? Yeesh.

For all in-tents and porpoises, I am tryna keep track of OOC moments, but having everyone be out-of-sorts is making is pretty hard to track. Rip.

CHAPTER SEVEN, I GUESS?

We’re with Yatsu again, and he’s talking about his Semblance to... make people forget shit! I still don’t know why this is his Semblance, or the use of it anyway, but whatever! I’m in this cart and the horse ain’t stopping until M+K says so!

I’m with Velvet here; why is she constantly being relegated to the backseat? Coco needs to fuckin’ get her shitte together on this front. Even Fox said earlier than he has to stop underestimating her, but they’re still doing it now.

OH MY GOD THERE’S A GRIMM JACKALOPE??? Holy shit I’m losing all of my marbles shouldn’t these guys have, like, other names????????????? No??? Okay!!!!

Battle scene. I’m not hot on combat in writing because I find it. Kinda boring. But it is what it is so I’m speed-running it.

And so ends chapter seven. I’m gonna stop here because. I want to! I feel like this story is very short and it could’ve already had more to it than this faffery in the desert, but that’s just me!!!!!! I guess!!!!!!!!!!! Next time: another flashback to the goddamn dance.

[heyoricohannah]

Post Bar Mitzvah Part 14:

“TJ, you said we were going to the aquarium!”

“No, dude, I said the vape-orium!” TJ exclaims to Jonah, standing with him in front of the main counter at the same place, where he waits for his vape purchase to be completed.

“Here you go.” The male cashier hands it over in a white paper bag.

Jonah cringes.

“Sweet!” TJ smiles. “Let’s go.” He pulls Jonah out of there and onto the sidewalk out front.

“You think I’m just gonna stand there while I watch you smoke that thing?” Jonah frowns.

“I didn’t get it for me. I got it for you!” TJ takes it out and hands it over. “C’mon! Try it. It’s already charged, and the vapor is blueberry scented.”

“I think I’ll pass...” Jonah refuses, abruptly receiving a text on his phone from Cyrus in their group chat about how Marty just said ‘the funniest thing.’

“Gimme that thing.”

The moment Jonah inhales it, he coughs up all the vapor he just barely sucked in, cringing repeatedly as he continues to cough up a storm.

“You okay..?” TJ awkwardly pats his back.

“I’m fine.” Jonah quickly clears his throat.

“But it smells nice, right?” TJ asks, making Jonah punch his shoulder, which has them laugh amongst each other.

‘He’s funny, isn’t he?’ Buffy responds to Cyrus, followed by a bunch of heart emojis.

“Ugh.” Jonah rolls his eyes at the message.

“What, you like Buffy, now?” TJ asks.

“No.”

“Then why are getting annoyed at her compliment? She’s his literal girlfriend.”

“I know, it’s just, he’s not that great. That’s all.”

Marty chortles at Jonah’s claim. “Oh my God you’re so jealous of him.”

“I am not..!” Jonah’s face heats up.

“Yes you are!” TJ laughs. “Do you want Buffy to beat you?”

“She’s not going to, ‘cause she’s never going to know I said that.” Jonah says.

‘What’re u guys up to rn?’ Buffy texts the chat.

‘Cyrus and I are hanging, u want us to send u stuff?’ Marty asks her.

‘No, Gus is already on that. I’m so glad you guys are hanging out!!’

Jonah cringes and silences the chat.

“He thinks he’s so cool with his—running...” He cringes at his words.

“So Cyrus has a new friend. So what? Does that mean you were jealous of me when I hung out with him?” TJ wants to know.

“I dunno. When I picked up on it, maybe a little.” Jonah admits.

“Well don’t be. Besides, we would never leave you out anyway.”

“Thanks TJ.” Jonah truly appreciates.

“You’ll be fine. Before you know it, Cyrus is gonna be spending tons of time with us.”

When TJ said that, he apparently spoke too soon, because after the next morning, when Cyrus said he would hang out with him and Jonah, he ended up blowing them off an hour later because he was ‘hanging out again with Marty.’

“Alright.” Now TJ is starting to feel as equally left out. “Now it’s personal.” He looks to Jonah, standing across from him on the other side of his room.

“This sucks.” Jonah’s suffering from a serious case of monotone, as well as jealousy, dreadfully staring forward at the wall.

“No, it doesn’t. ‘Cause you know why? We don’t need him!” TJ claims. “We can have a good time on our own.”

“Yeah...” Maybe If Jonah agrees enough, he’ll start to believe it. “Yeah, we will.”

“Exactly!” TJ grins. “Now let’s go.”

“We’re not going to the vape-orium, dude.” Jonah says.

“Fine, then we’re not going to the aquarium either.” TJ responds.

“Fine! Then where are we gonna go.”

Fifteen minutes later, the two of silently sit on the swings behind their very middle school, swinging lightly and awkwardly looking around, leaving the middle swing empty, just in case Cyrus magically decides to show up

“It’s fine. This is fine.” TJ claims, not sounding very believable. “I don’t even care that Cyrus ditched us. It’s not like he was my first real friend or anything. What, me, no, I’m not bitter hahahahahaha.” He scowls forward, angrily kicking a portion of the wood chips below them.

“So you really felt one?” Jonah asks.

“What.” TJ looks at him.

“A spark. With Cyrus. When you guys were here together.” Jonah feels weird just saying it.

“Oh.” TJ scoffs. “Maybe for like, half a second, but sure.”

Jonah grins at his fabrication . “So like, what happened.”

“We were debating over who hard more issues,” TJ starts.

“Yeah, that sounds a lot like something you guys would do.”

They snicker.

“He didn’t want to swing high, so, I started pushing him.”

“Really.”

TJ scoffs at his obvious dissatisfaction. “Relax.” He gets off his swing. “It was literally only this,” he goes behind Jonah and starts pushing him head on.

“Ha!” Jonah laughs.

“See?” TJ asks. “You’re acting like I did this.” He takes him by the shoulders and brings him in front of him, leaning over and laughing into his ear before he can think of what to whisper.

“Owe.” Jonah smiles and shoved him off. “I can swing myself, by the way.” He starts to swing as high as he can go, TJ playfully jumping out in front of him and cackling along when he’s almost kicked to the ground.

“Oh!” Jonah laughs when he unexpectedly kicks him in the stomach. “Are you okay?!” He hastily slows down, getting off and stepping over to him.

“You did that on purpose, I bet.” TJ smiles, clutching his stomach for a few moments to ease the pain.

“No, I swear.” Jonah grins.

“Prove it!” TJ lightly shoves him. “I’m gonna kill you.” He jokes.

“Gonna have to catch me first.” Jonah takes off, laughing excessively as he’s chased by TJ multiple times around the swing set.

“Jonah!”

He laughs at TJ’s shriek, facing him directly and smirking proudly, before being pinned down to the ground and giggling right below his face.

When the laugher dies down, and the acknowledgement of what’s actually happening speeds right to the surface, things between them begin to feel...Almost, poetic.

They blame the playground.

Clearing his throat, TJ quickly stands up after letting go of him, trying to look anywhere but Jonah’s eyes after he stands up himself.

“Um.” He smiles. “You have, wood chips, in your hair.”

Jonah blushes madly, the both of them awkwardly giggling when TJ uses his finger to flick them out.

“Um...” Now that he’s looking into Jonah’s eyes it’s kind of hard to stop. “We should go somewhere else.”

“I totally agree. Yeah.”

They can’t get off that playground fast enough.

For Cyrus, hanging out with Marty in his room was going pretty well up until about fifteen minutes ago, which was when Marty and Buffy started video chatting, causing Marty to lose focus on Cyrus almost entirely.

TJ was right. Right now, is their long distance honeymoon phase.

“So how’s the new place.” Marty’s asking Buffy, sitting at his desk with her face on the screen of his phone as Cyrus awkwardly sits on his bed from across the room, eyes glued to the ceiling and his body angrily stiff.

“It’s good!” Buffy beams. “We really gotta start unpacking, but, I had to see your face.”

Cyrus rolls his eyes to the sound of their giggles.

“Um,” he’s surprised to get ahold of Marty’s attention. “I gotta go.” He gets off his bed. “Jonah and TJ, they, they need me somewhere.”

“Oh.” Both Marty and Buffy look his way. “Okay. See ya man.”

“Bye Cyrus. I miss you!” Buffy grins, Cyrus never feeling more guilty about his current envy. He can’t blame her for this. She’s young and love, and maybe, someday in the near future, he will be too.

“Bye...” His smile is just barely genuine.

Once he steps out of the room, he can hear Marty and Buffy pick right where they left off in their conversation, as if he was never even there at all.

Back at TJ’s, up in his room, he and Jonah are desperately trying to justify ‘what happened.’

“It was the playground. That place has some sort of love spell cast on it. I know it.” TJ boldly states.

“Yeah! I mean, that has to be why. I mean, first you and Cyrus and now you and—Me.” He quickly glances away.

“Yeah..! I mean, the last time we were all there together, Andi and Buffy were like, totally all over each other.” TJ exaggerates.

“Exactly..!” Jonah scratches the back of his sweaty neck. “There. It’s the playground. End of the story. I mean, you and me?” He snickers, bringing on their nervous laughter.

“I know, right. That’s so stupid. I think we should kiss.” TJ blurts.

“What?!” Jonah wouldn’t be surprised if his whole body was a deep shade of red. “Are you crazy?!”

“Just to ease the tension! Like Sam and Freddie in iCarly.”

Jonah frowns. “I dunno, dude...” He can’t bring himself to process it.

“C’mon, I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna ever wanna kiss me at all, I’d at least like to have just one.” Now TJ’s desperate.

“You will have your first one. Just not me.” Sweating more than ever as he wrings together his fingers, Jonah repeatedly looks down to the floor and back at him.

The longer their excruciating pause goes on, the harder it is to act like TJ isn’t there.

“Alright, alright fine. Just...” He slowly steps closer to him, furrowing his brow and trying to look anywhere but his lips. “Fine. Just go for it.”

“Me?” TJ’s appalled.

“Yes, you! It was your idea!”

“Ugh.” TJ groans. “Fine.” He breathes onto his palm and gives it a quick sniff.

“You can’t smell your own breath, TJ, it’s not possible.” Jonah just needs this to be over.

“Quit it before I change my mind.” TJ threatens.

“Maybe you should change your mind..!” Jonah anxiously suggests.

“It’ll be over in like, two seconds. I won’t use my tongue. I promise.”

Cringing in agitation, Jonah steps closer, locking together their eyes until he looks down to his lips, then up to his nose. “Alright, uh...” Maybe if his heart beats any faster he’ll pass out and they won’t have to do this.

After a bit of contemplating, their noses finally touch, and once their lips are about to, TJ’s door flies open, causing them to break apart and silently get ahold of themselves as they see TJ’s Dad standing in the entryway.

“Yeah...” TJ can still feel his heart in his throat.

“Cyrus, a boy from your school, is here.”

Jonah looks to TJ in an instant. “Ummm...Where is Cyrus, if you don’t mind?” He asks TJ’s Dad.

“Outside.”

“Got it.” He looks back to TJ. “I was never here.”

“Wait, Jonah!”

Racing himself down the stairs, Jonah looks around in an utter haste, eyes landing on the back door, where he automatically runs over to and exits out of.

Turns out when TJ’s Dad said that Cyrus was outside, he meant the backyard.

“Cyrus...”

[linaofthemyscira]

The Grace of a Newborn Deer

Pairing: Jason x (fem!) Reader

Words: 1851

Prompt: “So I have a bit of an odd request lol Could you do a fic with Jason where his s/o is clumsy as hell? Like just him saving them from themselves. (I also might have managed to break my toe tonight so that is A Thing.)” Requested by @memento-scribet

Warnings: possibly secondhand embarrassment? We’ll see…

A/n I’m a klutz sometimes so like HELL YEAH! WOO! Also, I’m starting to notice that the titles of my fics are sounding like Fall Out Boy or Panic! At The Disco song titles lmao. I hope you enjoy this!

“SHIT!”

You cursed to yourself as you started picking up the stack of papers that you had knocked over onto the floor. Jason had heard you from your bedroom and immediately rushed in to see what was wrong and if you were okay.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, are you okay?” Jason asked as he ran into the dining area. He saw you picking up papers, completely unscathed, and sighed. He joined you on the floor to help you.

“I’m fine, I just ran into the table and knocked over our bills, that’s all. The only casualty was my big toe,” you frowned as you stood up.

Jason stood up with you, a frown also lining his lips, “I didn’t really notice until now, but you’re…”

“Clumsy? I know. I have the grace of a newborn deer. It’s terrible. That’s why I have so many bruises on my legs,” You laughed dryly.

“Yikes. Well I still love you, and I know this sounds cheesy, but if you fall, I’ll always be there to pick you up. No matter what.” He smiled at you.

“Aw...that WAS cheesy. But I still loved it.” You beamed at Jason. “Hey so, I know you don’t really like fancy dinners with stuck up people, but the company I work for is having a fancy dinner with stuck up people on Friday and I would reeeeeaaaally appreciate if you could come with me.”

You clasped your hands together and gave Jason your best puppy eyes. You were right though; Jason hated going to events with arrogant people like the ones you worked with. Whenever he did go to those kinds of events, it was always for an undercover mission. He said it was something about how it reminded him of the galas he would go to with Bruce when he was a kid.

Jason sighed and scratched the back of his neck. He really cared about you and wanted to make you happy...but he hated the people you worked with (which you knew perfectly well).

“Alright. But if that asshole Asher tries anything with you, I’m killing him,” Jason crossed his arms. That was the sole reason he was going with you, other than the fact that he loved you. There was a coworker of yours that would relentlessly hit on you, despite you having told him that you were not available. Jason wanted to be there to make sure that this coworker, Asher, didn’t try to sexually harass you or keep hitting on you.

“Why do you have to go straight to killing? Can’t you just like, punch him in the face first?” You asked amusedly as you put the bills on the table then left Jason to go into the kitchen.

“Fine. I’ll punch him first. That’s strike one,” Jason put his hands up in surrender.

“You’re the best!” You called out to him.

“I know!” He smiled before turning to go back to your bedroom.

He totally couldn’t wait until Friday…

Come Friday, Jason still was reluctant to go to your company’s dinner party, but he put on a brave face and a nice suit and went anyway.

“Thanks again, Jay. I promise you won’t have to go to another one of those for a long time. We’re making budget cuts and word on the street is these fancy dinner parties will be the first to go,” You whispered as you approached the check-in table outside the dining hall.

“Thank God,” Jason whispered back to you. The both of you checked in with the lady at the table, then went into the ballroom/dining hall.

“If I could not trip and make a fool of myself tonight, that would be great,” You mumbled. Jason looked down at you with a small smile.

“I’ll look out for you, don’t worry,” he grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

“You’re honestly the best,” you told him.

“And, honestly, I know,” he winked at you. That was sort of your thing. You’d tell Jason he was the best and he’d say that he already knows. It was like Hazel Grace and Gus’s “Okay? Okay.” thing.

“Alrighty...let’s go eat!” you beamed and led Jason to a table with friends from work and put your stuff down. Then you turned and made a bee-line for the table filled with hors-d'oeuvres. The main courses would be served later in the evening.

Jason sat at the table by himself while you went to get the appetizers and fiddled with the cuff of his jacket.

“Sir,” a voice interrupted his thoughts, “would you like anything to drink?”

Jason looked up and saw a waiter standing behind him with a white cloth over his arm, which reminded him of Alfred. Jason sent a warm, yet awkward, smile to the waiter and shook his head.

“No thank you, but, my girlfriend would probably like some wine. Do you have the drink menu, by chance?” he asked politely.

“It’s right here,” a woman’s voice next to him said. He looked to his right and spotted a lady sitting two chairs over handing him the drink menu.

“Thanks,” Jason muttered and took the menu from her. He quickly scanned the wine list and found your favorite wine.

“One glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, please,” Jason told the waiter and set the menu back on the table.

“Right away, sir,” the waiter nodded and walked away. Jason sat back in his chair and sighed. It felt weird to him that he was being called “sir”. It was so formal. Too formal.

“Hey, I’m back! And I made it here without tripping!” You appeared with a little plate filled with bread, cheese, crackers and other little snacks to munch on.

“Look at you! I’m not gonna lie, I was starting to get worried about you. I ordered you a glass of wine by the way,” Jason smiled softly as you sat next to him.

“Sweet. Red?” You asked as you popped a cracker in your mouth.

“Yep.”

You pumped your fist in satisfaction and made a heart shape at Jason, saying “I love you”. He made one back at you and kissed your forehead.

In a matter of seconds, you and Jason ate everything off of your small plate. You had to wait another hour before you could order any real food, so you decided to get more appetizers.

Unfortunately, it was at the exact moment you decided to stand up, that the waiter approached your table with the wine bottle and glass, so as you turned to leave, you ran straight into the man holding the bottle and chaos ensued. It was like everything was in slow motion.

His fingers let go of the bottle, sending it crashing to the ground. Wine exploded everywhere, and you gasped as you felt the sticky liquid hit your legs and skirt along with tiny shards of glass landing on your exposed feet. The waiter reacted quickly, moving back to avoid getting wine on himself, but ran into another waiter who had a platter of hors-d'oeuvres that was going to replace an empty one. Then that waiter yelled and turned behind him only to run into another waitress with cups of water on her platter. You stood in place and watched food and water getting spilled everywhere in horror.

Jason stood up next to you and saw the mess and sighed. He looked down at your feet and saw you were bleeding because of the glass, so he acted upon it.

“Y/N, you’re bleeding! We need to clean you up,” Jason told you. You responded late, turning your head to him with a pained expression.

“I actually hate myself right now,” you told him. Jason gave you a sympathetic look and was about to go over to help when another waiter came out of nowhere and slipped and fell in the wine in front of you. The food that was on his platter splattered onto both you and Jason and that was all it took for you to burst into tears. Jason frowned and carefully made his way to you and picked you up bridal style. He then proceeded to carry you away from the mess, stepping cautiously to make sure he wouldn’t slip and fall himself.

He carried you to the men’s restroom and set you down on the counter as gently as possible. He left you to find a first aid kit and returned with one a few minutes later. Jason began to clean you up once he got out everything. It was silent for a few minutes as he used a wet paper towel to clean off your ankles and feet, the only sound being your sniffles.

“How bad was it out there?” You asked him softly.

“Not as bad as you think it is,” Jason answered.

“Paramedics?”

“Nope. Not yet.”

“Oh.”

More silence. Jason finished cleaning off your legs and started applying antiseptic. It was particularly odd because you were usually the one cleaning up Jason, but now you were hurt and he was playing nurse. As you winced from the stinging, he spoke.

“It’s not your fault you know.”

You looked up at Jason with an expression of surprise.

“What?”

“None of that is your fault.”

“Ugh, Jason, yes it is! I’m the one who wasn’t paying attention and bumped into that waiter and caused that whole domino effect. It is my fault!” You cried. “I’m a fucking klutz.”

“You couldn’t have known he was gonna be there right at that moment. It’s not your fault. It’s okay. We all make mistakes.” Jason said. You looked at Jason wistfully.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said softly. Jason looked up at you with a surprised expression again.

“Don’t say that, yes you do,” he scolded you jokingly.

“Seriously. You treat me like a princess and—“

“You’re not a klutz, Y/N…”

“Fine. I’m not a klutz.”

“And…?”

“And I deserve you.”

“That’s my girl. See you’re all better now!” Jason let go of your legs and smiled. You looked down at your feet and saw your ankle all bandaged up and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I look like a mummy in the making.”

“Shut up, I tried okay?”

You laughed heartily at Jason and smiled.

“Okay, how about we just go home and order a pizza?” He asked while sticking his hands in his pockets.

You nodded in agreement, “I think that’s a wonderful idea. I probably look like a mess.”

“No comment,” Jason said as he went over to pick up your heels off the floor.

“Hey!” You laughed.

“I didn’t agree with you!” He handed you your shoes.

“But you didn’t disagree!” You told him.

“Again, no comment,” he remarked while smirking. He put one of his arms under your knees while the other braced your lower back. He lifted you up effortlessly and turned to the door.

“My hero,” you said flatly.

“Ahem, um, antihero,” Jason corrected you.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and with that, Jason whisked you home where you enjoyed pizza and a movie without crashing into anybody.

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It Starts With a Train Ride (SSHAU Part 1)

So yesterday was my last day of finals for the semester and what else am I gonna do with all this free time but write fanfic? Thus I present: A Sanders Sides Hogwarts AU

Pairing: LAMP Platonic (eventually)

“Oh, I simply cannot wait to get there!”  Roman enthuses, staring ahead at the gorgeous black and red train like it’s his ticket to fame. Of course, knowing Roman, that’s probably exactly what he was thinking, so Virgil rolls his eyes but says nothing. Instead, he focuses his gaze on the train as well, shocked at the sheer number of people running this way and that on the platform. Virgil had been determined to get here with plenty of time to spare, and for once Roman hadn’t argued, so they still had about twenty minutes before the train was set to leave for Hogwarts, but already there were loads of people bustling around, and Virgil was starting to get antsy again. He glances up at his mom, who’s very obviously holding back tears of pride already, and Virgil eyes her warily. He hates when she starts crying.

“I’m gonna go find a compartment before they’re all taken,” Virgil mutters, making his escape before the waterworks can set in. Goodbyes are -difficult- anyway, so he’s eager to avoid it. After all, it’s not that big of a deal, they’ve known this was coming for so long, and it’s only going to be a few months before Christmas vacation.

It takes quite some effort weaving through the crowds of people, all clearly excited to meet their friends and say goodbye to families, and Virgil spots more than a few people crying. He carefully avoids those groups, and finds his way onto the train, and into an empty -and soothingly quiet- compartment. He immediately collapses into one of the seats with a sigh.

“Well, I suppose this will do,” a very familiar voice drifts from the door, and Virgil bolts up again, to level a glower at Roman, who is currently occupying the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” Virgil demands, even as Roman begins lifting his trunk up onto the shelf. “Were you following me?”

“Oh, come off it, Eclogues. Our parents made me promise to stick with you until we got sorted. They’re worried about us, and unlike you, I actually care about my parents’ feelings, so here I am.” Roman pointedly raises an eyebrow.

“Shut up.” It’s a habit of Roman’s, to insinuate that Virgil doesn’t care about his mom- so really it shouldn’t be all that surprising to Virgil, but the comment still smarts and Virgil is only halfway to formulating a response when Roman slips back out the door with a flourish.

“So much for sticking with me,” Virgil mutters with a snort, deflating, and glancing down at his trunk. He takes a moment to move it up and out of the way, before curling back into his seat, and glancing out the window. After a minute or so, he spots Roman emerging from the train and making his way back over to where their parents are standing. Virgil can see his mother shifting from foot to foot, and a pang of guilt hits him. He probably should have said one last goodbye for her sake, but he’s always made a habit of avoiding the emotional stuff, and this one was even worse. His mother had always cried so easily and it always made him feel terrible, like something in the world had broken.

Roman was quite the opposite person- he thrived off of emotions and attention, no matter what kind, and it had caused quite the number of conflicts. In the last year, things had only gotten worse, too. Roman had been unshakably enthusiastic about Hogwarts, ever since his letter came, and had not taken too kindly to Virgil’s constant concerns about the matter.

As Virgil watches, Roman embraces both of his fathers in turn before turning to give a hug to Virgil’s own mother.A pang of fear hits him, and Virgil frantically jams his hand into his pocket, to feel for his wand. After a long moment, his hand closed on wood, and his nerves settled, but he pulled the stick out, to examine it once more.

He had been convinced that no wand was going to choose him when he entered the shop, but to his utter relief, the second wand placed in his hand had immediately cast a soft glow over the room. ‘Willow wood and dragon heartstring,’ the oddball shop owner had said, and his mother had paid the seven galleons with a proud smile on her face, and then Roman had stepped up to the counter and informed everyone that he was ready for his wand.

Roman’s wand had taken much longer to find, in classic Roman style, but Roman had responded as though it was proof of how amazing and special he was.

“Ahem.” Virgil glances up, to see a boy with glasses standing at the door. He’s wearing a tailored suit, and Virgil frowns, briefly wondering how long he’s been there. “Hello there. Might I join you, or is this space in here already reserved?”

“Oh, uh- I guess?” The last thing Virgil wants is to be rude to the guy, as strangely as he might be dressed. He hardly needs to be making enemies already, and he doesn’t think Roman would mind.

The boy nods and awkwardly pulls his absurdly large trunk through the door, then lifts it into the overhead compartment after a minor struggle. He nods again at Virgil, and then his eyes shift to the wand in his hand.

“The wands were unexpected.” The boy says, tilting his head.

“What?”

“Well, wands certainly feature in plenty of fantasy novels, but plenty of them don’t use wands. It certainly helps to explain why I was having so much trouble focusing my powers on my own.” The boy smiles calmly, seemingly oblivious to Virgil’s growing confusion.

“I’m sorry, but- um, fantasy novels? Focusing your powers? I- everybody uses wands.” Virgil’s staring, and a small part of him informs him that he is currently being rude, but he’s beginning to doubt the sanity of the boy sitting across from him.

“Oh, you must be magical-born. I’m mundane-born, the letter was rather a surprise, but of course, I’d noticed something strange was occurring, so I suppose it was a relief as well.”

“Mundane-born? Oh, you mean muggle-born. Well. That explains some- things.” Virgil calms a bit at the revelation.

“Yes, I do believe that is the term I hear most commonly, but mundane-born just sounds so much more fitting. I don’t mean to be rude, but muggle-born sounds rather- made up, to me? It feels a bit odd to say.” The boy has just finished speaking when Roman bursts through the door again.

“Wow, Eclogues, I leave you alone for a few minutes, and you’ve made a friend, I’m shocked. Astounded. Perplexed!” Roman exclaims, offering one of his most charming smiles to the stranger. “My name is Roman, gentlefriend. Future Gryffindor, at your service. And you are?”

“Logan,” the boy responds. “I’m mundane-born, I presume you’re of magical parents too, since you seem to already be friends with- ah, I don’t believe I got your name?”

“Virgil. And we’re not friends.” Roman’s charming pose falls away at that, as Logan frowns in confusion.

“Eclogues over there doesn’t do friends.” Roman sends a pointed glare at Virgil, before seating himself next to Logan. “But our parents have known each other for a very long time, so we are rather-familiar with each other.” The train decides to start moving that instant, and Virgil startles, but he’s not about to let Roman just get away with that.

“As if you do. Friendship is supposed to be two-sided, not just one person just demanding everyone’s attention.” Logan glances concernedly between the two boys.

“Right...” Logan mutters, pulling a book out of his bag, and beginning to read. Every few moments, he glances up at the others, wondering if he ought to go look for a prefect, but they eventually relax again, and both silently retrieve books from their trunks. The rest of the train ride occurs in total silence.

If Virgil thought the weeks leading up to Hogwarts were bad, well, actually being there was on a whole new level. He’s currently standing in front of the whole school, along with the rest of the first years, waiting to be sorted. Individually. In front of the entire school, including the staff. And the stern looking woman calling them up (to be sorted by a talking hat?) didn’t look to be particularly patient or understanding. The anticipation is slowly killing him, and while Virgil’s trying his hardest to avoid accidentally making eye contact with anyone, Roman is, once again, vibrating with excitement.

“Fascinating,” Logan mutters, causing Virgil to glance sideways at him. It was his first reaction of any kind since they entered the Great Hall. “It’s obviously enchanted, but how exactly? And what keeps it working after so long? The school is over a thousand years old. But maybe the hat hasn’t always been used? Though what they might have used before it, I couldn’t possibly gu-”

“Virgil Maro.” The stern looking lady calls.

“Oh, that’s you, no?” Logan tilts his head towards Virgil. “Good luck.”

With heavy limbs, Virgil turns and starts making his way towards his doom. The closer he gets, the more he feels like something is going to go wrong, like the hat is going to say he’s not got any magic and shouldn’t be here at all, or none of the houses are going to take him, or he’s just going to trip and fall on his face before he even reaches the stool, and none it will even matter because he’ll have turned himself into a laughing stock- and then he reaches the stool, and sits down, and the brim of the hat falls down over his eyes, shutting out the outside world.

“Oh, what an interesting one, aren’t you? Your friend utterly convinced you to belong in Slytherin, and you, so certain you don’t belong anywhere. But where should I put you now?”

“I don’t care, just put me somewhere. I’ll take anything, just don’t send me home.” Virgil tries his hardest to think in response.

“Anything, hmm? Well, certainly not in Gryffindor. You have some courage, but you would much rather be cautious. Perhaps you would fit well in Slytherin... But, no. That isn’t quite it, is it? You have a thirst for companionship, though you might try to hide it, and you are loyal, fiercely loyal, to those you care for. And of course, you did say anything, didn’t you? Yes, you shall be in- HUFFLEPUFF!” The last part is shouted, and then the hat’s being lifted off his head, and the world comes flooding back in, all bright lights and loud cheering, and at least it placed him somewhere, so Virgil stumbles his way towards the table covered in yellow, the loudest table- they’d been cheering for everyone so far, and the welcomes when he sits down are loud, almost too loud. Virgil hunches down in his seat, uncomfortable and exhausted and overwhelmed, and breathes a sigh of relief as the stern lady calls out the next name.

Virgil doesn’t look up again until he hears Roman’s name being called. Roman strides forward with purpose confidence, and of course Virgil knows exactly what’s coming, but he feels strangely obligated to watch. The hat is placed on Roman’s head, and Virgil waits, but the expected shout of Gryffindor does not come- and with every passing moment Roman looks more and more affronted.

And there we have it. This was already getting really long, so I cut it there, and we’ll kick back up with Roman’s sorting in the next part. Who knows what could be causing the holdup...