#hi basil <3 i finally finished it

[callixton]

the book ask thing is so cool <3

books i love as my mutuals | @libraryfag

the wicker king by k. ancrum

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Hii!! Could i get a deep dish with red sauce, sausage, mushrooms, chicken and basil on my pizza. For drinks i would like to have a beer and a root beer. And a dessert, please with Lewis Hamilton. Thank uu

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

Deep dish teammates to lovers red sauce rough sex sausage "better not waste a drop" mushrooms "wrong, wanna try again" chicken "awe you thought I'd let you cum that easy" basil "I love watching my cum leak from that pretty pussy" beer edging/ orgasm denial root beer daddy kink dessert yes

Backstory - the reader is Lewis's teammate and her season is going exactly how George's season is going. Set to be in the hotel room right after the Baku GP finished.

TW - rough lewis, fingering, rough blow job, slight squirting, pussy eating, creampie - MINORS DNI

WC 1900+

AN - I'm not gonna lie I am so excited to have gotten my first request! I was working on a demo "request" to try and bring more attention to my request page since it's so new but then I got this notification and instantly jumped ship on the other fic. lol

To this anon thank you for requesting and I hope you love your fic <3

Y/N POV

"Lewis, just shut up," I finally snap after having listened to Lewis bitch and complain for the past 30 minutes. I understood that he had been struggling with his car during the race but after trying to enjoy my podium finish after a rough few races I was getting to my breaking point.

"Are you fucking serious with me right now?" Lewis snapped back and I knew exactly where this was going to lead us.

"Yes," I deadpan staring at Lewis dead in the eye.

"Wrong, wanna try that again," Lewis replied back standing up and crossing the room so he was standing in front of me sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No, I want you to shut up, you're a 7-time world champion you can afford to lose a race," I reply back standing up so Lewis was no longer towering over me. What I didn't take into account was how close that would leave us. I was now chest to chest with Lewis making my breath hitch slightly.

"Get on your knees," Lewis's voice boomed out making me jump slightly before slowly bending to get on my knees.

Lewis and I had always had an interesting relationship, to say the least. We were close on track and knew how to help each other out to get the best outcomes for the team but off the track, we would butt heads a lot. We bicker and we fight but somehow it always ends up with me cumming around Lewis's cock.

He had once asked me if I ever got tired of fighting off whatever we had and I simply just shrugged. I had no idea what we had but I knew I loved the back and forth.

Once I'm comfortably situated on my knees I slowly start pulling down the black Mercedes-branded sweats Lewis had thrown on once we got back into my hotel room.

When I get his sweats all the way off I can see just how hard Lewis is under his briefs. My mouth instantly starts watching wanting to get a taste.

"Please daddy," I whisper taking my eyes from his rather large bulge to making eye contact with Lewis hoping to get what I wanted.

"Go ahead, put your slutty mouth to work," Lewis replied back making he pull him briefs down before gripping onto his hard cock. I lick a strip from the base of his cock to the tip making Lewis shudder slightly.

I pull the tip of Lewis's cock into my mouth making sure to completely coat the sensitive gland with my spit before pulling back and blowing on it slightly watching the goose bumps grow across his skin. I could see Lewis was shaking slightly from the shear pleasure of the cool air.

"Don't be a fucking tease with me," Lewis snapped after a second or so of the cool air.

"Yes daddy," I reply back before taking Lewis's cock completely into my mouth and down my throat not stopping until I've completely bottomed out and I'm left gagging slightly around his cock.

I can feel Lewis's start to tremble slightly letting me know he was enjoying it as much asa I was. When I start bobbing my head and massaging his balls Lewis instantly became a lost cause. He was shaking and gripping onto my hair making sure to fuck nice and hard into my face.

I was a gagging mess letting spit and tear to coat a good portion of my face.

"God, you're such a fucking cock whore for this aren't you," Lewis groans when he looks down and catches a glimpse of my tear-streaked face.

"Fuck," Lewis groaned out before he gave one last hard thrust into my mouth before unleashing a massive load filling my mouth full of his cuk.

"Swallow, better not waste a fucking drop," Lewis said while still softly fucking into my face to ride out the rest of his orgasm. I do my best to swallow the best I can while still having my mouth completely stuffed with Lewis's cock. When he finally pulls out I swallow the last remanding bit of cum before opening my mouth and showing Lewis that it was now empty.

"Good girl," Lewis said while pulling his briefs back up and kicking his sweats to somewhere in the room leaving him in just his briefs having discarded his shirt sometime while he was face fucking me.

Lewis helped me stand before she started stripping me down into nothing but my underwear, which by now are completely soaked through making Lewis smirk before training a finger over my folds making me gasp slightly.

"Please, Daddy," I whine not entirely sure what I was asking for. Lewis just pushed me down on the bed before climbing on top of me and pulling me in for a quick makeout session before trailing his kisses down my jaw, to my tits where he pulls one of my hard nipples into his mouth and starts sucking on it. My back instantly starts arching and I'm already moaning loudly.

When Lewis finally makes it to my soaked pussy he rips my sad excuse of a thong right off my body making me whine at another pair of panties gone at the hands of Lewis.

"I'll buy you new ones soon," Lewis whispers against my heated pussy making me whine.

"Hurry up," I whine and wiggle around trying to urge Lewis to make a move.

Lewis finally starts kissing around my thighs and smooth pussy but never getting close to where I need him the most. When he finally licks a strip from my soaked hole to my achy clit I let out on of the loudest gasps yet.

"Oh," I whine when he continues to tease my clit with the softest and lightly kitten licks possible making me legs shake needy more.

"Daddy please," I whine not being able to handle the teasing.

"God, I love when you get needy for me baby," Lewish whispers before pulling my clit in for a long suck making me moan, finally getting what I had been wanting.

"Fuck," I moan through gasps finding myself growing close to an orgasm already. Lewis caught on which had him speeding up his actions and slipping two fingers into my waiting hole where he finger fucked me right to the edge before pulling back and leaving me to shake in the orgasm that was no longer about to happen.

"Lewis, what the fuck," I groan out sitting myself up slightly to see Lewis better. He instantly set a firm slap down on my pussy for using the wrong name not even having to tell me why I was getting a small punishment.

"Awe, you thought I was gonna let you cum that easy," Lewis said with a smirk before slipping his fingers back into my pussy and pulling my clit back into his mouth giving it a slight nip with his teeth before soothing the slight pain by sucking on my clit again.

"Daddy I'm gonna cum," I moan shortly after Lewis started finger fucking me roughly again. When Lewis pulled back again I wasn't shocked this time but I was just as frustrated.

"Please," I beg not being able to take much more.

"What do you want?" Lewis asks me. "Fuck me please," is all I reply back before Lewis is pulling himself back up to hoover over me and place a few kisses on my lips letting me taste my pussy that was smeared all over his lips.

I feel Lewis shove his cock into me giving me no time to adjust to his brutal pace. I loved when Lewis got like this, it always had me cumming within minutes and gave me the perfect type of soreness to feel for the days following.

Once Lewis got into a comfortable pace he reached his hand between us and started rubbing small but rough circles on my clit knowing it would have me cumming within moments.

"Please Daddy," I beg needing to cum already.

"Cum all over my cock now," Lewis demands making me whine and clench my pussy before cumming all over Lewis's cock.

"Daddy," I scream softly while still being fucked my Lewis making sure I was riding out my orgasm but working on throwing me over the edge again but this time he when he came with me.

"So, good," I whisper trying to catch my breath from the intense pleasure I had just expierenced while also feeling the effects of the overstimulation.

"Daddy, it-s too mu-ch," I stutter over my words through moans trying to push Lewis away slightly.

"You can take it," Lewis told me before slowing his pace ust slightly but still making sure the thrusts were rough and I could feel him hitting my cervix.

When I finally caught my breath Lewis picked up his pace again bringing me towards the edge again. Now Lewis and I were both standing on the edge together waiting to fall over.

"Daddy, please," I moan.

"Cum with me," Lewis finally groans out after having helped us on the edge long enough. I instantly start shaking and twitching all over Lewis's cock cumming hard than I had the first time even quirting just slightly soaking Lewis's skin slightly. My orgasm through Lewis over the edge filling my cunt up with his cum. He continued thrusting in me slightly making sure to ride both of our orgasms out before he slowly slips out of me not wanting to cause me any discomfort.

"I love watching my cum leak from that pretty pussy," Lewis whispers softly while he continues to stare at my pussy that is leaking his cum all over the hotel bed sheets.

Once Lewis caught his breath he stood up before picking me up softly and bringing me into the bathroom that was connected to the room. He softly sets me on the bathroom counter making me gasp at how cool it was on my heat skin.

"Sorry, just give me a minute," Lewis whispers at my discomfort and kisses my lips softly before turning around and drawing a bath for us. This was something we always did when we got like this. If we happened to be in a room that didn't have a bath we would take a shower together.

When the tub was half full at the perfect temp for both Lewis and I he picked me back up before placing us both into the bath together.

Lewis had his back pressed against the side of the tub while sat in his lap facing him.

"You know I care about you a lot more than I would like to admit," I tell him softly while trailing my thumb across his cheek.

"I care about you a lot too," Lewis replied softly taking his hand out of the water and softly pushing my head down to rest on his chest, slightly falling asleep listening to his heartbeat.

I wake up to feel Lewis standing up with me still in his arms making me whine at sleep being disturbed.

"Let's get to bed pretty girl," Lewis says softly before doing his best to wrap a towel around us and making his way back into the hotel room.

Once he dries both of us off he pulls back the cum soaked comforter and gets us a clean blanket from the small couch before climbing into bed with me and pulling me to his chest.

"I'm sorry if my complaining tainted your podium. I'm really proud of you," Lewis said softly making me smile against his chest.

"It's okay, I know I probably wasn't the best after Silverstone," I replied back before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

[bluelancess]

Untouchable | Elriel fic part 1/3

Summary: The inner circle is having one of their usual dinner parties, during which Azriel can't help but shoot death glares to Lucien across the table, Elain is the only one who manages to calm him down.

Tags: secret meetings, forbidden love, secret relationship

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Chapter 1: This is falling in love in the cruelest way

The Townhouse was exceptionally quiet today, the only sound filling its empty walls came from Elain’s soft humming in the kitchen. It was a melody she had heard a couple of days back while strolling along Velaris’ farmer’s market. She thought it was sweet, sounded almost a little magical to her ears, she had stopped on her tracks to give her full attention to the street performers, marveling at the way their expert fingers played the instruments, and at how they could attract a large crowd after  only playing a single enchanting note. She was most definitely not doing the song justice, but humming helped her keep her mind away from dangerous black holes that always threatened to swallow her whole, the same way baking and gardening did. 

She was adamant on never letting her mind take her away again. 

Ever.

Elain put the final touches to the delicious meal she was cooking for dinner, and cleaned the palms of her hands on the front part of her light-blue apron. Roasted rosemary potatoes, grilled chicken with lemon zest, honey and mustard, various vegetables she had seasoned earlier; broccoli, peas, a tomato salad with basil and olive oil. 

Cooking kept her busy and occupied most of the time. And it filled her with joy to be able to be helpful in any way she could. Besides, today was one of the Inner Circle’s weekly dinner meeting. Rhysand made it almost mandatory, and considering everyone was busy doing their own thing nowadays, having an afternoon where they could catch up on everything else other than work-related subjects, was a refreshing change. 

Elain had dessert finishing baking in the oven, a blueberry crust pie she was going to  serve alongside some vanilla ice-cream and whipped cream, when Nuala and Cerridwen entered the kitchen, both walked as silently as a ghost would. It used to perturbe Elain at the beginning, them being so silent, but with time she had gotten used to their presence, their company. 

“The table is set,” Nuala said. “We can finish up here.” 

“Thank you,” Elain smiled at her, and slowly removed her apron. Cerridwen extended her hand towards her, so Elain could hand her the clothing item covered in flower. “Is Feyre still asleep?” 

Nuala nodded softly. “She and the babe, both.” 

Elain chewed on her lower lip, concealing the smile that had formed after picturing the image in her head. Feyre lying on her bed, Nyx resting on top on her chest, the tiny wings tucked in, his little chubby hands holding onto Feyre’s gown like he used to do when he slept in that position as if scared Feyre might put him in his crib as soon as he fell asleep. 

“I’ll go change,” Elain told them both, “then I can check up on them.” 

“We’ll clean up here.”

“Thank you.” 

With that, Elain exited the kitchen, and took slow, soft steps towards the stairs. She had already chosen the gown she would wear for dinner. A lavender satiny dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, with hug shoulders, long slit sleeves and a cirde skirt that reached a little under her ankles that flowed when she walked, making her her feel like a real-life fairytale princess. It was her favorite dress as of late. She hadn’t worn it for other people yet, she was waiting for an special occasion. 

This seemed like the right time. 

Considering Az would be here any minute. 

Just thinking about the Shadowsinger brought a wave of unbearable heat cursing through her, warming up her cheeks, her neck, her ears. She needed to learn to control herself, if she wanted whatever was going on between them to remain private. 

Any time she stopped to remember they way Az had looked that one night he came knocking on her window at three in the morning, her whole body shivered, the memory carefully stored in a special place in her heart. It had been the night everything shifted, everything changed, for her. For Azriel. 

No one knew about it. 

No one could. 

Elain had been awake twisting and turning on the sheets, as per usual since their moment at the Winter Solstice, that cursed night that some days, the bad days, she wanted to desperately forget. Forget the way he had touched her and made her light up with so much want, so much need… She had never felt so alive before. Only to end with him pushing her away, such a regretful look in his eyes, telling her that it had been a mistake. But then… there were the good days, those days were she thought about him and hoped, prayed to whatever had interest in hearing her pleas, to have a second chance. To ask him all the questions roaming her head. All the doubts eating at her. 

She never imagined he was feeling the same way. 

But then, as if he were almost as desperate as her, he’d come in the middle of the night, looking like he’d also had been tossing and turning, so many sleepless night catching up to him. She opened the window with her heart on her throat, and he whispered to her to come with him. Only for a moment. He begged with his eyes, a desperation that was so painfully palpable, Elain’s whole chest squeezed at the sight of it. 

Breathless, she took his hand that night. 

It was the first time he took her flying, just for the fun of it. They had made it a habit now. He would knock on her window, she would open it, and he would scoop her in his arms, kiss her brow and marvel at her laughs when he would take off, holding her close to him, showing her the sky. It was those moments, that made Elain feel like she was actually free. 

Elain opened the door to her bedroom, and froze at the threshold, her brown eyes going wide, her traitorous heart beating so fast it reverberated in her ears. 

Azriel brought his index fingers to his lips and it was pure luck she didn't scream when she saw him; sprawled on her bed, boots still on, his wings so big they barely fit the mattress. She licked her lower lip, feet glued to the floor. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive, and Elain’s cheeks warmed up. He chuckled, darkly, softly and motioned for her to come forward with his hand, she shook her head like she couldn't believe what he was doing. 

After taking a deep breath, Elain quickly looked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her. She didn’t have time to give a single step, before Azriel got to his feet, and closed the space between them in two exact and calculated steps. 

“You’re insane,” she breathed, lifting her head to look at him in the eyes, he was so tall, it never stoped amazing her, so tall, and so beautiful. Azriel hands went to her cheeks, holding her so gently as if he were scared to hurt her. 

“I missed you,” he simply replied, lifting a shoulder, one of his thumbs caressing her lower lip, his face getting nearer to hers, she could almost taste him. After a couple of weeks meeting in secret, delighting herself with his company, Elain had realized that Azriel liked to tease her. So much. He liked to take things so painfully slow, until she was barely breathing and begging him to touch her, to kiss her, to give her everything. “Just thinking about the fact that I have to sit on that dinner table, unable to touch you for hours, was driving me crazy.” 

Azriel left a phantom kiss on her right cheekbone, then moved to the bridge of her nose. Elain closed her eyes at the contact, savoring the feel of him. Her hands roaming him from his shoulders, down to the muscles of his chest. She loved the way his Illyrian leathers felt under her fingertips. She dreamed of the day she finally would have the opportunity to peel them off of him.

But she couldn’t. They couldn’t. 

Not yet. 

It was too risky, everyone would to know they had been together, their scents would mix, there would be no denying it. And although Azriel was usually cocky and confident when it came to the fact the he most definitely would win a blood duel against Lucien, she couldn't even fathom the idea of Az risking his life in that matter for her. Az kept distributing tiny kisses along her face, like he wanted to pain it all with his lips. It was certainly torture having to wait until they were finally free to fall into the lust consuming their bodies, their souls. But she was completely sure it’d be worth the wait. 

“So you decided to cheat and get a little taste before dinner?” She asked, and he hummed, as he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the right corner of her mouth. So soft, so gentle. 

“Hmm,” he muttered, “I was actually hoping you wanted to skip dinner altogether.” 

“Because that wouldn’t be suspicious.” He kissed the left corner of her mouth now, and a groan left Elain’s throat, Azriel ignored it and moved down to her jaw. “How long have you been here anyway?” 

“About half an hour,” he replied, voice low, no more than a rumble, but she heard it perfectly, felt it everywhere. He kissed right under her earlobe and Elain bit her lower lip hard, tying to conceal the moan escaping her. “You smell so good.” 

She melted against him the the words, reality crashing into her like a hard wave. Remembering where they were, who that house belonged to. 

“Rhys could get home any minute,” she breathed, he groaned at the name of another male leaving her mouth when he was licking up the column of her neck, her hands grasping his uniform as if she needed it to remain standing. Cauldron, he was killing her. 

“I don’t care,” Azriel replied, sucking gently at the sensitive, pale skin, his hands angling her head, exposing her neck just the way he wanted, the way he needed. “Maybe I should just leave a mark right here,” he whispered, and gently kissed right under her jaw. “Everyone can come to their own conclusions.”

“You wouldn’t.” She teased him, somehow, for some reason, the idea sparked something in her, something feral. She wanted him to claim her, to show everyone that she was his and he was hers. 

That they had chosen one another. 

Damn the consequences. 

 “Someday I will.” He told her, making it sound like a threat. He couldn’t hide the smile of surprise when she let out a breathy moan, as if she could just picture the idea in her head and loved it. 

Elain was about to just grab his beautiful face, get on her tippy toes, and steal a long kiss from his lips, when Azriel stepped away from her, so fast she almost lost her balance. A knock on the door had her spine straightening, her heart jumping. 

“El, are you there?” Feyre. It was her sister’s voice, still sleepy from the nap she had been taking with Nyx. 

She turned around, the door was behind her, she had been pressed against the wood by Azriel's solid body. She swallowed hard, running her fingers through her hair, her face, her neck, she could still feel Azriel lips on her skin, the wet strokes of his tongue, the little painless bites. She was definitely flushed. 

She looked over her shoulder, Azriel was nowhere to be seen, but in the corner of the room, right under the door that connected to her dressing room, a little shadow was peaking, sharp like a knife, as if getting ready to attack if she needed it to. 

“Elain?” Feyre knocked again, and Elain forced herself to take one, two long breaths before turning the knob and opening the door. 

“Sorry,” she told her sister. “I was about to change my clothes. They’re covered in food... you know, from cooking and all that.” 

Feyre yawned, her eyes were glassy and her cheeks rosy from sleep, Elain tried to block the view of the inside of her rooms, just to be sure. But Feyre ignored it, putting one of her hands on her sister’s shoulders and going inside, to lay face first on the bed. 

“Dinner smells so good,” Feyre murmured. “I’m so hungry the smell woke me up. Also, Nyx started to cry. He was hungry too.” 

“You had a good nap?” Elain asked, her voice sounded strange even to herself, but Feyre didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. 

“Yes, I needed it.” After a beat, Feyre sat on the bed and looked at Elain, the relaxed look on her face from the last couple of seconds going away in a blink. “Actually, I came to talk to you about something.” 

Elain took a couple steps towards her sister, sitting beside her on the side of the bed. “What happened?”

“I just spoke with Rhys, mainly to asked him what time he was coming home for dinner, and he mentioned to me Lucien is in the city. He came because he has some reports he need to give Rhys, and …” Feyre grimaced, she looked worried, almost guilty. “I know it makes you uncomfortable, so I told him to not even think about bringing him tonight before asking you.” 

Elain couldn’t hear anything. Couldn’t breathe. 

She hated this. Hated that cursed mating bond so much. 

All she wanted was to be free of that male, but it was like he didn’t know when to give up. No matter how many hints she sent his way, or the fact that she made it her mission to stay as far away from him as possible. He wouldn’t budge. 

She couldn’t understand how he could continue to pursue her, knowing that it wouldn’t get him anywhere. Lucien couldn’t be so naive to believe she’d change her mind with a couple of expensive gifts and awkward dinner parties where he didn’t even make the effort to see her, understand her. 

But, even if she wanted to say no, this wasn’t her house. Not really. 

It was her sister’s, and her mate’s. She was living there because they were kind enough to let her. Because they cared about her, yes, but that didn’t mean that sometimes, she wished she could have something that was entirely hers. 

Just hers. 

“Lucien is your friend, I don’t want you to not invite him because of me,” the words tasted wrong on the mouth, and the shadows slowly started gathering in the corners of the room, like steam from a boiling pot. 

“Are you sure?” Feyre’s face changed, glowing, “You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, I don’t want to ruin your night.” 

“You won’t. It’s fine.” She tried to give her sister a smile. The truth was, at this point, after everything Feyre had done for her and their family, Elain was willing to do, to endure, absolutely anything for her sister. It was the least she could do. 

No sacrifice seemed great enough. Not after everything Feyre had lost, suffered through for them. For her. 

She could be an adult and enjoy one evening with Lucien. Put on a smile, pretend everything was perfect and delicious, and she was happy. Because she was happy. More than ever. She just had to remind herself that once the dinner party was over, and the guests went home, she could return to her little room, and maybe, just maybe, Azriel would be waiting for her. 

And if he was, she’d ask him to take her flying. 

Feyre threw her arms around her sister and kissed her temple. 

“Everyone is getting here in fifteen minutes.” Feyre stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you downstairs.” 

Elain closed the door as soon as her sister left, and rested her forehead on the cool wood. She felt the spymaster presence at her back, his eyes piercing, his shadows surrounding the four walls of her rooms like he wanted to keep her there, all to himself.

“Did you know he was on the city?” She asked softly, turning around to see him standing right outside her dressing room. 

Azriel shook his head. 

“Rhys ordered me to take care of other business today,” he replied, his voice lethal, scarred hands curling into tight balls, shoulders tense. She approached him, and softly put the pads on her fingers in his hands, willing them to relax, to open up for her and let her in, hold her. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

“I can’t stand it,” he groaned. “I can’t stand the way he looks at you. The smell—“ Azriel took her hands into his, closing his fingers around hers tight, the muscle on his jaw flexing. 

“It’s not easy for me either.” 

“Then let’s not go,” he looked at her like he wanted to whisk her away, show her everything, run and run until no one knew who they were. "Let's go somewhere else, just you and me."

“Az…” His name sounded so charged coming from her lips, like a prayer, a promise, the sweetest of secrets, something she only said when it was the two of them, alone. “We can’t.” 

He let out a long sigh, and rested his chin on top of her head. 

“Don’t ask me to be nice, then,” he said.

“I wasn’t going to.” 

“Good.” 

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this is going to be a 3 part little one shot so enjoy &lt;3

[talking-2-the-wall]

This is for an Omori au I have

its literally just an apocalypse au lol

but its called Armageddon and this one sprite took me forty minutes so I doubt they'll all be done by tomorrow but here's kel's

Edit: I just finished Sunny's so now they can kiss (yes this au has suntan in it who cares)

Edit 2: I'm gonna keep editing this with each one as I finish them so stay tuned next is Aubrey

Aubrey's was hell to edit and there's still mistakes like on the right side of her ponytail but oh well. And for context I give her baggy jeans, the white on her arms are bandages, she doesn't wear her contacts, the ribbon is holding her hair in a ponytail, and the white around her waist is a hoodie. Yeah, I tweaked her design a lot lmao I just really liked designing her on paper and went wild.

Next will be Basil

Edit 3: the next day

here's basil

I chose more muted colors and BEANIEEE !!! :DDD

btw he's wearing mismatched high socks because I said so (he did NOT get dressed up for the apocalypse guys)

Edit 4: two days later

Here's Hero :3

This one took forever bc of stuff I was doing and the pixels actually aren't all squares but oh well

All I did was make his shirt yellow, make his pants lighter, and give him blue fingerless gloves

But I'm excited for Mari :DDD

Edit 5: The next day

Finally done, here's Mari!

Yes, the short-haired purple-dyed Mari hair has been done a million times, but I HAD TO

And yes, that's Hero's hoodie UvU

Anyway, they're all done!

My apocalypse AU, Armageddon

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hi hello i see hc requests are open again!!! would you be able to write about the papas with an s/o that likes to cook and is an incredibly good one? idk anymore, but have a good day!! <3

The timing of me doing this is perfect bc I just watched the Celebrity Masterchef final last night and I have been thinking v much about food and cooking <3 so ty for this request!!!

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

A partner who not only loves cooking, but is also the most talented cook Primo's ever met?

You will never be rid of him. You're stuck with him forever

He's the first to volunteer himself to be the taste tester of new dishes you try out or experiment with

Will supply you with fresh fruit, veg, or herbs he grows in his garden and greenhouse to incorporate into your meals

If you also make cakes, Primo will supply you with edible flowers you can decorate them with

Prior to the two of you getting together, he didn't really each much so now he eats way better because of you

He loves watching you cook and seeing how you prepare food in comparison to his brothers. You have such a passion for what you do that he can't help but be enamored by you

Primo's favourite meal that you've made for him: roasted garlic butternut squash and gnocchi

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Secondo is another man who didn't eat well until you came along

He's more than happy to take a break from his work to eat a home cooked meal that you've lovingly prepared

In fact, bribing him with your latest dish or recipe is the most effective way of getting him to finish his work day on time rather than working overtime or staying late in the office

Likes to help you cook whenever you're willing to let him do so

He's a pretty good cook himself, not that anyone else would actually know that off the bat. It's something he keeps to himself and doesn't like to brag about

If you've been together for a while, he'll share the odd recipe or two with you that his mother used to make for him and his brothers when they were younger

There's no point asking anyone else if they wanna try a bite off your newest recipes because he will immediately jump in and decide that he's going to have the honour of being the first to try your newest dishes

Secondo's favourite meal that you've made for him: seared scallops with salsa verde and capers

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

When they say "the quickest way to a man's heart is through their stomach", it's Terzo they're talking about

While Secondo keeps his cookery capabilities to himself, Terzo will boast about his own skills in the kitchen and will often try to help out

You have to be firm with him if you want to do a dish on your own, such as a new one you're experimenting with or trying to learn from scratch

There are no leftovers when it comes to the meals you cook for the two of you. Terzo will in fact go back for second and third helpings even if he's not hungry anymore because he loves your cooking so much

He likes to make fresh pasta with you as a bonding activity and he lets you use it in your meals and recipes

Frequently will make trips to the supermarket for you if you unexpectedly run out of ingredients. There's no way he's letting something like that disrupt your fun!!

Has more of a sweet tooth than his brothers, so he will regularly ask him to make puddings or desserts for him (and will bring out the puppy dog eyes to convince you)

Terzo's favourite meal you've made for him: herb crusted rack of lamb with dauphinoise potatoes and a spinach and basil timbale

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Copia is a guy who forgets to eat and take care of himself until his stomach is literally in pain (he's me fr)

So having a partner who is a brilliant cook and will spoil him rotten with fantastic food helps him remember to eat when he needs to and not just when his body is hurting

He is a pasta expert, so he's used to spending time in the kitchen

However, he much prefers watching you cook and bustle about the kitchen rather than cooking himself

The passion you display and the pride you take in your recipes makes him fall even harder for you

A lot of your date nights consist of a home cooked meal for two. Copia much prefers staying in with you and enjoying the food you make rather than going out to fancy restaurants

Always tries to sneak a taste of what you're cooking before it's done and he giggles like a mischievous little kid every time you catch him in the act. It's the most adorable thing you've ever seen

Copia's favourite meal you've made for him: capellini pomodoro with freshly made garlic bread

[vee-beeee]

Plant Shopping

HELLO

So I’ve essentially been dead and i apologize, lotta life stuff happening so that’s fun.

This isn’t a Connor x reader fic ;-; but ill get one out soon, but i wanted to try experimenting with another character and I’ve been playing omori recently so here this is

Basically: Set in a universe where Mari went to the hospital for a bit but was okay, and everyone’s doing good. You and Basil see that’s its a nice summer day outside, and decide to go plant shopping :)

A classic Basil x reader fic, both characters are 18 (reader has she/her pronouns)

Only other relationship mentioned is Mari x hero

This might be slightly out of character, as it’s my first time writing for these guys. This is also an au where Mari didn’t die so they main group is happier, and they got therapy 👍

Triggers: Panic attacks, but mostly happy and a comfort fic because these guys deserve it fr fr

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It’s always a weird feeling when you wake up and the sun is drifting into your eyes. It’s like your lids are glowing with the sun itself, catching on your lashes.

Your dreamy haze is startle when you try to gently shift in bed, realizing to late how close you are to the edge.

And you then fall off the side in a mess of blankets.

A body shoots up on top of the bed, a mess of blonde hair and a slender frame all you can see from your spot on the floor. It turns around the room to survey the surroundings, before mumbling something and falling back onto the bed.

“Basiiiillllll” you call out, sleep laced in your voice as you claw to get out of the sheets.

“Whatttttt” he mumbles back, shifting in bed to roll over to look at you.

Before realizing you weren’t there.

“Oh honey!” He instantly wakes up, crawling over the bed to look at you, before leaning down to help undo the blankets. “How did you do this?” He asks when you’re finally free, looking over your body to check for any bruises.

“Maybe you shoved me close to the edge in your sleep again” You laugh, standing up and stretching. You reach your arms above your head and hear your bones creaking, causing you to sigh in relaxation. When your finished you swing your arms down and look at Basil, you was laying on the bed, looking at you with the most gentle, loving gaze you had ever seen. He was also laying upside down, the goober.

“What” you laugh, adjusting your sleep shorts as you walk over to the closet and start rooting through clothes.

“Nothing” he replies, “Just that you look like a flower, blooming in the sun” he chuckles, rolling off the bed to walk and hug you from behind.

Over the years, Basil had hit a growth spurt and went from the shortest to the third tallest. Kel had him beat, next to hero. Sunny was a “short king” as your group called him, but he was still almost as tall as Basil. His blond hair was cut almost the same, done up with some sparkly pins in a low pony, a product of your self care night you had. (You both put on face masks and needed his hair out of his face)

You guys gently swayed in his room for a minute, being careful of the plants that littered his room.

You gently turned your head to kiss his forehead, which had been resting on your shoulder “We should do something today” you whispered, stopping your swaying. When he didn’t answer, you turned to look at him more in question.

And then he started fake snoring.

It was so loud and obnoxious that you couldn’t help but laugh, especially when it turned into the “me me me” snore. Basil broke and started laughing to, and you both chuckled to your hearts content in your happy little bubble.

After that you both got dressed, you in a flowery summer dress and him in some shorts and white tee that said “flower power” showcasing a variety of different flower types on it.

You were currently making eggs and toast with some blueberry jam that you guys made together. That was a fun, albeit messy experiment.

Basil was leaning on the counter next to you, telling you about the others in your groups plan for that day.

“Mari and Hero are driving out to the city, Aubrey is going out with some friends, and Sunny and Kel are meeting up so Kel can try to teach him basketball.” Basil chuckled at the thought of poor sunny getting hit in the face with a ball.

“So we have the day to ourselves?” You questioned, looking outside the window to the beautiful sun shining down on the house. Polly was out doing errands, and Basils grandmother was sleeping in her room.

It really was just the two of you.

“Yep, the whole sunny day” he smiled at you, before jumping and letting out an “oh!” You looked at him with a questioning gaze, and he smiled shakily before running to his room. He came back shortly with a scrap piece of paper and he looked at you in excitement.

“Do you wanna go plant shopping with me?” He smiled so bright you had to squint to see him. You laughed and nodded your head.

“Of course i will! What planets do you need?” This caused Basils brilliant smile to falter, and he chuckled and scratched the back of his head, guilty look plastered on his face

“A lot”

You smirked and held your hand out, and he gently gave you his scrap piece of paper he was holding.

You nodded a thank you and looked down, and saw that the entire sheet of paper was filled out.

Your mouth dropped open as you read all the different kind of plants, a lot of which you couldn’t recognize.

“That’s my list, these ones do well in the summer” He pointed out on the list shyly, before laughing and shaking his head.

“We need to get started then” you winked, and Basil was once again beaming.

After you both got ready, eating and saying goodbye to basils grandmother, you were off to the green house outside of town.

You stood in the driveway, looking at your guys bikes leaned up on the house. You turned to look at basil with a scrunched up look and he bit his lip. You both knew one thing.

You were not gonna fit all the plants in a flimsy bike basket.

Your next option was to call Kel.

Basil and Kel talked on the phone while you undid the locks on your bikes, rolling them over to where your boyfriend was standing.

“….thank you Kel, i promise ill pay for gas” Basil nodded as Kel talked in his ear, and the blonde turned to you to give a thumbs up. You smiled as the plan was set in motion.

Basically the plan was this:

Kel had saved up months ago and bought a truck, while you and basil had chosen to stick with bikes, being the healthier option for you too. But at times like this, extra help was needed.

So you guys were going to bike to park, where Kel and sunny were, and borrow/ steal kels truck, while he and sunny took your bikes home when they were ready.

Perfect plan.

You and basil started to the park, enjoying the warm summer morning. Basil, like basil does, took his camera. He was fussing over it all the way to the park, making sure the strap was tight around his chest. You chuckled as he shakily tried adjusting, before yelping when he realized he was heading into the bushes.

You got to the park (mostly) unharmed. Basil did have a couple scratches, but you were always prepared and brought band-aids for accidents.

(And you were always willing to kiss it better)

When you got to the park, you both beelined for the court. Before you could even see it, you could hear Kel.

He was screaming his head off and whistling.

You and Basil slowly looked at each other, before bursting into laughter. You guys continued walking to the court while giggling, and saw quite the sight.

Kel was guarding sunny, and yelling into his ear. Sunny looked frustrated, but was clearly concentrating hard. You and basil smiled as you watched Kel suddenly make a grab for the ball, causing sunny to turn and shoot for the basket.

The ball flew right over the net, over the board, and before you could register, the ball flying righttt over your head.

You stood there in shock as the ball thudded into a tree, and you blinked as a very worried Basil came into your vision.

“Sweet Pea! Are you okay?” He checked you up and down, giggling gone. Kel was running over, yelling about that almost being the perfect hit, and sunny was walking over, rubbing his arm and looking at you with a guilty look.

The black haired boy tilted his head in apology, and one you recovered from your stunned state, you looked at him and gave him a shaky smile and thumbs up. That was a close one.

“Hey you guys! Sorry about that, he’s still learning distance of shooting the ball” Kel had retrieved the ball from the bushes, and was jogging back to your small circle. When he arrived, he slapped a hand on basils shoulder, sending the blonde forward a few steps. Basil just awkwardly chuckled, never fully getting used to be touched by surprise.

“So I hear you guys want to steal ol’ hector?” Kel laughed, spinning the ball on his finger.

“I’ll pay for gas don’t worry” Basil assured the boy, biting his lip once again, a nervous habit he had picked up when he was a kid.

“Im not to worried about it” Kel shrugged, tossing the ball hand to hand “Just don’t crash it” the boy laughed, punching basil on the arm. Basil chuckled and nodded, giving him a ‘yes sir’ before Kel suddenly threw him the keys. Basil struggled to catch it, the small jumble of metal bouncing from hand to hand before he caught it against his chest. Kel laughed at the antics, and finally gave you once last nod.

“Make sure he doesn’t get lost in there okay y/n?” The boy winked again and patted Sunny’s back, who gave you both a wave while they jogged back to the court. You giggled while Basil sputtered and went red, making an exaggerated frowny face, making you laugh harder.

After dropping the bikes in the lawn, where sunny and Kel could keep an eye on them, you both saw Kel truck parked on the street.

Basil carefully held your hand as you walked across the park to it. You swung your hands back and forth, your both starting to hum a Taylor swift song and laughing.

When you reached the car, Basil unlocked it, and ran around to your side to open the door for you, doing a little bow.

“For you my rose” He blushed and smiled, making you laugh and curtesy to him, thanking the boy before climbing into the tall car. He ran around and pulled open his door, sliding into the driver seat and familiarizing himself with the cars controls. The car was stick shift, and luckily Polly had taught Basil in his Grandmas old car, which also was a stick shift. So you were set.

Basil turned the key and the car roared to life, sputtering with its loud engine. Basil jumped and turned to you with his eyebrows raised, and you laughed at his expression.

Pulling out into the road, you changed the music into some classic road-trip goodies, and you were both off to drive to the plant store outside the town.

Basil was a pretty good driver, albeit a little anxious. After Maris tumble down the stairs that landed her with a broken leg in the hospital, Basils anxiety went through the roof. With a little encouragement from you and Polly, he saw a doctor and got some medication. Now, he was doing much better, but sometimes glimpses of the monster called anxiety crept through. He would get a little nervous when a truck was going to fast, if someone was honking, or if someone even passed him.

But he had you to calm him down. To cheer the blonde up when he got to stressed, you would jokingly yell “PERVERT” at people who were being a little to aggressive on the road, making basil laugh.

The current song was one of your favorites, “She Lit a Fire” by Lord Huron. You both were humming along on the peaceful trip.

About 30 minutes of singing and talking about nothing and everything, Basil smiled and informed you that you were close. He pulled into a dirt driveway and yelped as the road got a little bumpy. You giggled in joy, feeling like you were on a roller costar. Finally, Basil pulled into a clearing, where the road became pavement again.

And then you saw it.

A couple of huge greenhouses, people flocking around them. There were plants everywhere, and it smelt like heaven with all the flowers blooming, and some sprouting.

Basil pulled into a free spot, turning the noisy truck off. You put your hand on the door, ready to exit the truck, when you heard heavy breathing coming from the driver side of the car. You turned to Basil, about to ask him what that noise was, but saw the boy looking out the rear view mirror to a bunch of people.

You understood.

Basil never did good with crowds, and the blonde turned and looked to you in alarm.

“Touch or no touch?” You asked gently, always making sure he was comfortable with it before touching him. He nodded, so you reached out and grabbed his hand, gently rubbing it.

Basils breathing was getting more labored, so you started breathing with him.

“In and out flower” you repeated that mantra, rubbing the back of Basils hand until you noticed his breathing starting to go back to normal. You both took a couple seconds to regroup, before basil quietly leaned over the car and wrapped you in a hug. You breathed out a sigh into his chest, kissing it once before leaning into the hug.

You guys stayed like that for at least 5 minutes, before basil pulled away.

“Sorry ‘bout all that sweet pea” He gave you a shaky smile and you gently gave him one back.

“It’s okay basil” you nodded “Take all the time you need.”

He closed his eyes and breathed, before jokingly giving you a thumbs up. “Im ready, I’ve got you by my side to help me” he stuttered out, making you blush and aww. He went red and quickly got out of the car, walking to the other side to open your door. You hopped out, dusting yourself off before turning and seeing basil close the door and lock the car with a beep.

“Talk about your plants with me” you spoke up, turning to basil and holding your hand out. He gave you a soft look before taking it, explaing all the different kinds of plants as you guys walked through the crowds.

You finally got to the entranced, and in Basils eyes, he was in heaven. The nursery was filled top to bottom with plants. Hanging baskets to little sprouts. It was so colorful in the building, and there was barely any room to walk around in. The ceiling was completely glass, so the sun shone through to bring light into the painting that was the nursery.

“Im gonna live here now.” Basil announced, laughing in awe. You chuckled to him and bumped into his side, causing the both of you to giggle.

Basil picked up a basket and you guys got to shopping.

Basil wanted to look at all the vegetables he wanted to grow, and you followed the boy to make sure he didn’t go ham spending his money. Basil started picking up plants and explaining which one was which, the ones that looked healthy, if they’d do well with the weather we’ve been having, and all sorts of facts about the plants.

You followed him with an adoring look, happy to see your boyfriend so happy after the little hiccup in the car. You figured out since you’ve been with him that even if you had a hard moment, it can always go up from there.

You eventually started to wander off yourself, getting lost in the leaves of the plants and trees and walking to a quiet corner.

There, you found her.

The most beautiful flower you had ever seen, an orange lily plant, sun beam shining down at the perfect angle to illustrate the softness of the petals, the color popping. You gasped and quickly walked over, picking up the flower and putting it up to your nose, smelling the aroma the plant was giving off.

You were lost in a haze, until you heard a tell-tale click. You blinked and looked up, seeing basil holding his camera down the corridor of hanging plants, and vines spilling over table tops. You smiled at him while he fanned the picture he took, holding it up to the light, and grinning.

“This is a good one” he turns to you and waves you over, showing you the photo when you get close enough to see it. You move the lily to your waist, and take a look at the Polaroid.

It’s you, smelling the lily, framed by leaves and vines. The sun is shining on your hair, bringing out the color and showing the blush on your face.

You giggle and look at basil, whose eyes are trained on your face. He smiles and kisses your check, hanging the camera down by his neck, and tucking the picture into his pocket. He pecks your nose and finally your lips, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You smile in the kiss, and put your free hand up on his cheek, squishing his face in the kiss, causing him to laugh and break away.

“You’re amazing my flower.” He bit his lip, blush finally creeping on his face as he closed his eyes and smiled. You blushed and slapped a hand on your face. You peeked your eyes through your hand and laughed a little.

“You are too, my delectable food garnish” Basil burst into laughter, and covered his mouth with his hands, shaking his head. He looked back up at you “Is that going to be my new nickname?” He asked, rolling his head to look up at the ceiling. You laughed and grabbed on of his free hands and rubbed it “Maybe” you just giggled.

After basil noticed you had a plant in your arms, he fawned over it, claiming it was “almost” as pretty as you.

That got you blushing.

As Basil continued around the nursery, he picked up more and more plants, until he had to get 2 carts. As he complained to you about the prices of maple tree saplings, you decided to name your lily “phoebe” .

Basil nodded his head and greeted phoebe by gently shaking one of her leaves like a hand. You and him burst into laughter, and you got some looks at the old folks peacefully shopping.

You and basil eventually got to the line, which went almost through the whole nursery. You were carrying all the pretty flowers, smelling each one.

Basil insisted on carrying the sprouts, because he wanted to make sure they did get to jostled. He was holding the whole basket at a specific angle, trying to make sure not one once of dirt spilled from their pots.

You and basil talked about the other plants you saw in line, and argued over who was going to pay for phoebe.

(Basil won)

As you were waiting, you got a text from Mari, asking how you were doing. She heard from Sunny that you guys had gone to the nursery, and you realized that you had been in there for at least a couple hours. You set down the basket and held your phone up, turning on the camera and pointing it to you and basil. You snapped the photo of you making a peace sign and silly face, while basil fussed over the flowers. You sent it to Mari, who sent laughing faces back and sent back a picture of her and hero, as they appeared to be at a coffe shop down town. Mari was making a thinking face, and hero, across the table, was making the smuggest face you’d ever seen.

You laughed and got basils attention, showing him the pictures. He blushed at the picture of him, and didn’t say anything but kiss your head.

You finally got to the checkout, basil talking to the kind old lady behind the counter. She commented on some of the sprouts, prompting basil to perk up and discuss flowers with her. When the lady was done typing in her computer, she announced the price and you blinked in alarm, looking at basil, who was surprisingly calm as he pulled out his wallet.

When everything was payed for, you grabbed a lollipop from the counters jar and picked up your share of flowers, sucker in your mouth as you walked out of the nursery, the afternoon heat washing over you.

Basil unlocked the truck, and you placed the planets in the backseat. You were about to climb into the car when basil grabbed your hand and squeezed it, causing you to look at him.

“I’ll be right back, I have to grab one thing.” He said and jogged away, leaving you confused.

You leaned on the truck and waited for a couple minutes, before you saw your boyfriend jogging back to the car,

With a full blown tree in his arms.

You gasped and ran to help him carry it, to which he thanked you. You both shoved it into the bed of the truck, basil putting a tarp down before hand to catch the dirt.

“Where did you acquire this?” You finally asked when basil started to secure the tree down so it wouldn’t fly out into the street.

“Well i payed for it, i wanted to surprise you” he awkwardly smiled, tugging on the ropes to make sure they were steady. You giggled and pat the leaves, trying to identify what tree it was.

“It’s a lemon tree” Basil announced after he saw you looking, and you gasped happily in surprise.

“I’ve always wanted a lemon tree!” You giggled, jumping into the car while Basil slid into the drivers side.

“I know, i thought maybe..” He mumbled the last part, at you smiled, looking at him in question. He looked at you and cleared his throat, sitting up straight

“I thought maybe we could plant it together, as a couple” he smiled and you gave him a happy look, quickly leaning over the dash to kiss his cheek. He went completely red and smiled, starting the car bringing your journey and outing to a close.

“Ill take that as a yes”

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I hope you liked this and it wasn’t to out of character! Im working on a Connor x reader rn, but if you like this and want more omori gang x reader hit me up! I think I’ll write a Kel one soon, also set in a universe where Mari is a-okay.

Thanks for reading!

[dj-bynum3718]

Of Fire and Ice - chapter 2

Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes   

Summary: The dinner and questioning 

Words: 2367    

Notes: so this is going better than I thought I'm kinda living for it!  Thank you all for the love and support its really making me want to just get this out as fast as I can!! 

Wanings: slight talk of discrimination.  

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3:45 the last kiddo from your class finally leaves you take that as a sign to get the heck out of there you don’t want to be cornered before the dinner. You gather your belongings and rush out of the school to your vehicle leaving to go pick up some ingredients for dinner.   

You can feel them watching you pull out of the parking lot you see Melissa and Barbara standing on the steps to the school. You don’t acknowledge them.  

Dinner tonight was supposed to just be leftovers from this weekend but now you actually have to put in effort since people will be coming over. It was lunch when you decided on penne arrabbiata. Your unintentional need to impress Melissa coming to head. So, you go out and buy some fresh parmesan, the rest you have at home, always going to the famers market on Saturdays. You have since picked up some new wines for your collection, so you won't need to get any more and for dessert well you did make some mini cheesecakes yesterday so those will have to do.  

Its 5:00 by the time you get home you immediately set to work on getting yourself ready just because you see these people every day doesn’t mean you don’t want to look nice when they come to your house.

6:30 you have finished touching up your make up and have changed into something comfortable letting your hair out of its messy bun and fixing the loose curls you had this morning. “meh good enough” you say to your reflection. 

6:35 you are starting on dinner it only takes about 20 minuets to finish the meal. When the bell rings you flick your wrist and suddenly the dining room table is set. You open the door and see all your friends waiting. “hey, come on in everything is ready” you motion with your hand to let them come in. 

“mmmh smells good hun what did you make? I can smell the fresh basil from here.” Melissa looks at you, she looks beautiful, she has changed into comfortable clothes herself and it should be illegal to look that good. You swallow your throat suddenly dry. “oh um penne arrabbiata.” she smirks at you oh god why does she do that. “a woman after my own heart I can’t wait to try it.” she winks at you walking into the house with the others.  

You close the door heading to the dining room. “come on in I don’t bite. Well unless you want me too” you joke looking back at them. “Guys I'm kidding” They all sit down at the table and you pull out 3 bottles of nice wine  

This peaks Barbaras interest as she hands you, her glass. You pour everyone some wine and serve the food. You hear the collective sigh as everyone takes a bite, Melissas hand lands on your free one as she nods in approval. Your brain short circuits as you take a big gulp of your wine.  

“so, how do you want to go about the questions” Jacob askes from his place at the table besides Janine. You let out a sigh and lean back against your chair. “Why don’t y’all take turns, we can start with Melissa and work our way around the table. Sound good?” they all nod as you turn your way to Melissa. “Okay beautiful we will start with you.” you don’t know where the bout of confidence came from, but her smile made it worth it. 

“So what kind of outcast are you? We know there are many different kinds so?” wow starting strong “I'm a witch I come from a long line. Don’t worry, the stories make us seem worse than we really are. She nods taking in your answer. 

Barbara takes her turn next “So you can do magic like the movies?” “Well yes kinda but it’s a bit more than that its connected to emotions yes but with practice I can use it for most things.  

“So, this school you went to it’s like a boarding school?” Gregory asks. “Yes, it’s been around since 1791.” you respond. 

“Is it only for outcast or can anyone go?” Janine askes “we have a few normies every so often, but they are rare and far between it is open to anyone but not many people feel comfortable with us.” 

Jacob looks at you now “what is the curriculum like?” “well we have the normal stuff but then some more specialized stuff too.” you respond 

“Who is this lady?” Ava holds out her phone to show the official nevermore page. Showing you a picture of Larissa. Your breath hitch's she is just a beautiful as you remember her. Those blue eyes piercing your soul all over again. You swallow hard before answering. “That is Larissa Weems the headmistress of Nevermore Acadamy” 

Melissa noticed the change in you immediately. “Who was she to you?” “My ex-girlfriend” you let out a sigh and look at her making eye contact calmed you immediately. 

Barbara takes her next turn “is that why you were upset this morning? Is she going to be there?” you simply nod your head in response.  

Melissa skips the others to ask her next question “when was the last time you saw her? And how long did you date?” You look to her confused as you can hear her voice waver. You grab Ava’s phone “we dated for 4 years, and I haven’t seen her in about 6. It looks like time has been good to her” you turn the phone to her “oh she is beautiful” you can hear the emotion in her voice, but you can't place it. “I was going to propose to her but then things started getting hard and I didn’t fight for her.” you shrug. 

Gregory raises his hand. “Yes?” you respond. “Can I go now Melissa Skipped me” you nod to him “cool so like you can do magic can you show us some?”  

You grin flicking your wrist and suddenly the table is cleared, and desert is on the table in front of them. You hear a collective gasp and Jacob claps. “Oh, that would come in handy.” Barbara responds.  

You nod “I use it more than I care to admit” you respond sheepishly thinking back on all the times you have used it in secret at school. The rest of the night goes on like this them asking you responding.

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“Well, I do believe we all have to teach tomorrow. “ Barbara says standing “I'm going to take my leave thank you for an amazing dinner and enlightening evening.” the others nod and stand walking with her to the door. All leaving except Melissa who stayed on the couch as you walked them out. 

“You, okay?” you ask her from the doorway. She looks up at you and nods clearly there is something on her mind. You take her hand in yours and sit across from her. “Mel?”  

“What if I go with you?” she asked now you are confused. “What?” you respond not getting what she is referring to. 

“What if I went as your date to your reunion? I could be your fake girlfriend and you can show her that you are better now.” 

“I-I um Mel I can’t ask that of you it's a lot.” you are looking into her eyes now. “But you aren't askin I'm offering... so what do you say?” 

“lets do it” you nod grinning. 

10:45 Mel has already gone home, and you are filling out your RSVP and plus one paperwork. So maybe today wasn’t the worst day but now you have a whole other thing to worry about but till then that can be a problem for future you.  

[lumilasi]

So I went to stay with my fam for a couple of days until the weather cools off, allowing me to finally draw properly and finish this Basil doodle dump. Also dropping some more info bits about him.

.....I'm once again reminded why I don't enjoy drawing kid characters, they end up looking too chibi-esque rather than actual kids. OTL Also I nearly forgot the dark upper lip thing lmao, it's not shading, his family all have a dark upper lip (he didn't have it as a kid yet though)

More context on each info bit mentioned below:

Hair-color: Basil and the family mum have a genetic mutation that bleaches their fur-hair in human form, whereas the light blond parts are something everybody has regardless of their main fur/hair color.

Powers: While Basil isn't the only one with lightning powers in the family, he is the only one who has learned to utilize it in precise manner, I.E being able to affect the small currents in one's brain and nerve system. (Also, extra fact I forgot to include in the image: due to how his powers affect his brain, Basil essentially seems like someone who has ADHD symptoms)

Childhood health: Because his powers made Basil process things very fast, as a child his body used to process nutrients too quickly for his body to be able to utilize them, putting him at risk of constant starvation. His family and doctor quickly concluded that his werecat form could process his food in a more normal rate, hence he spent most of his time until age 6 as a cat. (By this time his power had finally stabilized properly, mostly eliminating this issue)

Shirt aversion: Basil spent majority of his childhood nakey (as a cat) so he tends to want to not dress up too much unless he has to. He easily feels uncomfortable and restricted when wearing shirts.

Hair type: Being a werecat, all his family have more of a fur mane than hair, which is why it sticks out and stays as such a spiky mess. It can be a nightmare to comb through, and they typically use combs more meant for pets. They all also shed, a lot. His BF Hayden could fill an entire pillow with all the fur Basil might let loose when it is shedding season - or after a particularly rigorous make out.

Nomad: Ether has 3 major lifestyle types, with this one being the rarest type. In practice it means he doesn't have a steady job the same way Urban-life or Communal-life dwellers do (Nor do you need to have one in this world), or one single place he always stays at. Nomads commonly choose to live in their nonhuman form, and Basil does spend a lot of time as a Werecat Jaguar when he travels.

Now, Basil DOES have a few locations he goes to most often, and stays in for a while at a time, namely The Vasile Castle, his home village, and Chrysalis City, where his boyfriend lives. (This makes his lifestyle more of a hybrid, as normally Nomads don't have places they return to this regularly) He is most often seen at the Vasile Castle though, given he is closest with his younger non-identical twin sister Reina, who lives there now.

[jokersfangirl84]

Words Get In The Way

A Frankie Morales x Reader Fic

Chapter One

Pairing:. Francisco "Frankie" Morales x Female Reader

Summary: You and Frankie Morales have been best friends for a couple of years. Over time your feelings for him have deepened but you're unsure of how to tell him due to the fear of him not reciprocating. He comes over for your usual Friday night dinner. This is the night you are planning on making your confession. But... there is an obstacle. Someone else in the picture....and he has his own news he has to break to you...

Word Count: 4700+

Rating: M. There’s a little bit of spice, a few mentions of cock & pussy & sexual innuendo but it’s all being imagined. It's all mostly fluff. There is profanity but nothing filthy. I'd still advise being 18+ before reading.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (female mistreating male). A bitchy girlfriend. Bullying. Some vulgarity. A couple of F-bombs.  Heartbreak. Hearing bad news. A little sadness and thematic elements. A few spicy scenes where you have fantasies.  No actual sex.

Author's Notes:  I feel like I made this a little sadder than anticipated. There is still sweetness, humor, spice (just a little), fluff. There is one character who isn't very likeable. I’ve worked on this for 2 months. I finally mustered up the courage to post it. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it & it leaves you wanting more. I hope it leaves you intrigued. Also, no offense to anyone named Erica. I only chose it because I have known a few people with that name who were....let's just say....not so nice.

Side Note: I LOVE me some Frankie Morales, Pedro Pascal's character in Triple Frontier. I chose him because I feel like he would be perfect to have as a male best friend & who would protect you & take care of you. Plus the character's whole look is perfection.

Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 2 coming soon!

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It was Friday night, and your closest guy friend Francisco "Frankie" Morales was coming over for your usual weekly hangout. It had become a ritual: dinner, a movie, and conversation, and always at your place. The dinner menu was routinely his choice. This week his request was homemade spaghetti and meatballs with a side of garlic bread. When he mentioned it, you were relieved, as it was one of your favorite and easiest meals to prepare. You considered it your "specialty".

  You were in your bedroom finishing getting ready when you heard sizzling sounds coming from the stove. Making a beeline for the kitchen, a sigh of relief escaped your throat as you noticed your homemade sauce had not, in fact, boiled over. There were only a few drops of condensation that had fallen onto the hot stove burner.  As you stirred the sauce lovingly you were pleased with its bright crimson hue; its scent a delightful mixture of tomatoes, basil, garlic, and onions, its consistency thick and perfect. The homemade meatballs you had added were soaking up the tomatoey richness beautifully.

"Exquisite!  He will love this" you said as you took a taste test.

After checking the noodles, putting the bread in the oven and setting the table, you opened a fresh bottle of Merlot, pouring yourself a glass. Your cheeks were already flushed, and not just from the alcohol. You felt this way each time you heard Frankie's voice, saw his face, even hearing his name made you fall to pieces. Your heart fluttered at the times he looked at you with those deep dark eyes of his, flashed his incredible Joker-esque smile, laughed at one of your silly jokes or memes, even when you knew he was only laughing because you were.

You thought back to the day you two had your first meeting. Your friendship began four years ago when you had met him in a crowded bar. Some young blonde-haired, blue-eyed drunk guy kept offering to buy you drinks. While you kept politely declining, he persisted. At one point he even grabbed you, trying to make out.  When you pushed him away, causing him to spill his beer, he became enraged. He threw the bottle on the ground, shattering it to pieces. He raised a hand as if he were about to strike you. It was at that moment when Frankie intervened, seemingly coming out of nowhere, and grabbing the guy's wrist mid-air. He warned him to leave you alone, and when he refused, Frankie threatened to get physical.

"Who the fuck are you?" The drunkard asked, slurring his words.

"I'm her boyfriend"  was Frankie's  response. "That's who the fuck I am.  I don't take too kindly to assholes who put their hands on my girl".

Your girl. Your mind ran circles around those words. That's what you had wished to be from the moment he, a total stranger, had referred to you as such, even if it was for the sake of protecting you from a drunk creep. Especially during the instant Frankie threatened to break the guy's wrist and knock his teeth down his throat after he had called you a bitch. Still fresh in your mind was the look of fury in his eyes, although you could barely see them under his cap, and the sucking sounds slipping through his gnashed teeth caused by his increased breathing.

"I'm cool. Everything is cool," said the drunkard. "I'll leave her alone."  

He put both his hands up and slowly backed away as Frankie loosened his grip on his wrist.

Frankie had turned to you and smiled, introducing himself and offering a handshake, which you accepted. His hand was massive, completely engulfing the small daintiness of yours. You were surprised at how soft his skin and fingertips felt and how they were not at all calloused as they caressed the back of your hand. You were struck by how ruggedly handsome he was and how cute you found the curls sticking out from beneath his cap.

"Thank you", you said to him as you told him your name. "That whole scenario wasn't necessary but I appreciate it.”

"Beautiful name", he responded, taking his cap off, running a hand through his thick hair and putting it back in place. "Of course it was necessary. Guys who think they can treat women any way they want, and get away with it, piss me the fuck off. It's sickening."

Oh my god. I love you and I don't even know you.

A few moments later the drunk guy returned, attempting to  punch Frankie. But he was so sloshed, he missed, and his fist hit your cheek instead. You still cried out though you barely felt anything

"What the fuck!" Frankie yelled. What seemed like less than a second later he balled up his fist, slugging the guy smack dab in the nose, knocking him to the ground. Frankie sat on top of him, punching him repeatedly. The drunk screamed in pain as blood gushed from his nose.  Patrons began to surround the two men, trying to stop the assault.

“Motherfucker! Don't...you...ever... put...your...hands...on...a...lady!" he screamed, saying the words after every punch.

You knew the drunk guy didn't intend to hit you, and you thought maybe Frankie was overreacting, but still you sat on your barstool watching this madness unfold. This man, who you had just met, was assaulting another man because he had put his hands on you.  You were experiencing so many thoughts and feelings you didn't know how to sort them out.

Why is he defending me?  Where did he come from?  Is he always this triggered and violent? Why do I want him to take me into the bathroom and fuck me like an animal?

  The bald, muscular bouncer finally pulled Frankie off the guy, holding him back by his arms.

In no time at all the police showed up, asking the patrons questions about what happened. The drunkard whined like a child and insisted he did nothing wrong as he was helped to his feet by patrons and holding his hand to his gushing nose.

"I was only defending my girlfriend" was Frankie's nonchalant response when the police asked him if that were true. He nudged his head towards you. Police arrested him, which you felt was undeserved. You explained to them what had actually taken place and that he was only protecting you. To convince them not to take him to jail, you tried flirting with the cop who was shoving him in the back of the squad car.

Frankie shot you a confused glare. The fuck are you doing?  He mouthed. 

You winked at him quickly and glanced back at the cop, batting your eyelashes.

"Alright, alright, lady. Stop it", he huffed. "Cut it out before I arrest you too for bribing a cop".   He took the handcuffs off Frankie and pushed him towards you.

"What I suggest you do is take him home, make him sober up, and make sure he never shows his face in this establishment again. If he does, I'll throw him in the slammer myself."

"Yes, Officer. Thank you. I just don't know what I'd do without him" you said, speaking in the most little-girlish voice you had ever used. "He's my whole world."

Frankie gave you side-eye, furrowing his brow.

The cop snickered, shaking his head as he climbed into the car and drove away.

You and Frankie stood in silence for a moment outside the bar, both of you trying to think of the next thing to say.  He kept shaking his hand out, the one that had collided with the drunk's face.

"Do you think it's broken?" You asked.

"Nah. Just a little sore. How's your cheek?"

You had actually forgotten about being hit. "I can't feel a thing."

He grinned. "Good. That pretty little face of yours deserves to be flawless."

You shivered, unsure of whether it was from the cool wind picking up or him complimenting you.

Damn, I knew I should have brought a sweater. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.

Frankie must have noticed.  He removed his tan jacket he wore over his grey T-shirt and put it around your shoulders. You shuddered; never before had a guy done this for you. He put a hand on your back, guiding you in the direction to start walking with him.

"Come on. Let me walk you to your car."

Once you located your car he opened the door for you, shutting it once you were fully inside. This was also the first time a guy did such a thing for you. You rolled down the window, allowing him to rest his forearms on the door and stick his head inside.

"Would you like to hang out sometime?"  you asked. "I mean, as friends?"

Please say yes. 

"Fuck yeah, Darlin'. I'd love to be your friend." He smiled, his eyes lighting up. You both pulled out your phones and exchanged numbers.

"Text me when you get home," he instructed.  "I don't want to have to kick anyone else's ass tonight."

You weren't sure what exactly it was about you that made him so protective over you, or why. He didn't even know you. Perhaps he was just that type of person. If that were true, you definitely wanted to get to know him better. You turned the ignition and put the car in drive.

"Oh wait, what about your jacket?" You asked before pressing the gas pedal. "Would you like to have it back?"

"Nah. Keep it," he said. "I like the way it looks on you."

You still had that jacket. Sometimes it was used as a blanket instead of the dozens of blankets you owned as it gave you the warmth that they couldn't. Sometimes you wore it when you hadn't seen him in a while and you were missing him dearly, or when you needed to feel secure. His scent still lingered in the fabric.

The sound of the oven beeping made you snap out of your flashback, your eyes shooting open, looking around, trying to figure out what just happened. You hadn't realized your eyes were closed and that you were smiling. You always smiled when you thought about first meeting Francisco Morales. Sure, almost getting assaulted by a drunk stranger wasn't exactly a fond memory, but finding a new best friend was. A male best friend who treated you and knew you better than most of your female friends. A guy who was aware of what kind of mood you were in just from seeing your expression. A guy who knew all your likes and dislikes, and knew what made you laugh and what made you cry. You knew from the moment you saw him, although a little rough around the edges, that he was a good person with a heart of gold.

Frankie was the person you called when you had been out drinking too much and needed a ride, or when your car broke down. What he was doing never mattered; he would always drop everything and come get you. The distance was never an issue. If you were sick, he was always there to take care of you.

Your feelings for him had deepened over the years. He was on your mind day and night, consuming your thoughts. You wanted to be more than friends. You always imagined being the girl on his arm, spending every waking hour with him, sleeping in the same bed, cooking him breakfast, making his coffee. Although, there were a few nights he stayed when you asked him to come over because you had a fear of being alone after watching too many murder shows. Ever the gentleman, he always slept on the sofa.

Never were you intimate with Frankie, but boy was the desperation vehement. You wanted so much more than the occasional pecks on the cheek, hugs, and playful slaps on the ass he gave you. You constantly thought about how it would feel to have his lips touch yours, and every inch of your body, feel his breath on your skin, feel him inside of you, run your hands up and down his back, scream his name, have him talk dirty to you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You had been wanting for so long to tell him your true feelings but the worry it would change your friendship status stopped you.

Your phone began playing "Thank You For Being a Friend", the Golden Girls theme song. Frankie was calling you.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in 15 minutes or less. Can I bring you anything?"

His voice always sent shivers down your spine.

 “Just your amazing self.”

"Okay Babe," he said with a giggle. "Oh, by the way, Erica is coming with me".  

Fuck. You let out a long, annoyed sigh.

"No, Babe. Don't start that shit. You know I have to bring her."

His voice became deep and serious, knowing you were not fond of her.

"You don't necessarily have to."

"Baaabbbe...." 

 "Alright. Fine. If she's nice, I'll be nice".

 He let out a small laugh. "Fair enough. See you soon".  Click.

Fucking Erica. Erica was his girlfriend of six months, with whom you did not get along. She was loud, obnoxious, self-centered, always made snide comments about your cooking, the decor in your apartment, and your taste in fashion. You tried to be nice to her but it seemed like that bothered her even more. You thought, maybe she was only jealous of your relationship with Frankie, which was a question you had asked him several times.

"She's jealous of everyone", he told you. "Don't take it personally."

You leaned against the counter, downing your glass of wine in one large gulp and pouring another. It took all the liquid courage you could get to deal with Erica.

The doorbell rang. You finished setting the table and ran to answer the door. 

Frankie stood in the doorway, his hand pressed against the brick frame. Wearing his usual jeans, black hiking boots, light blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; a few undone buttons at the top, with a faded red T-shirt underneath and his signature cap, your heart fluttered when you saw him. You loved how his beard was thicker than usual; the grey ever so discernable.

Oh damn! Why must you look so good!

"Hey Babe!" He greeted you with his arms wide open, wrapping you in a bear hug. You adored these hugs; they made you feel safe, warm, loved. He smelled delicious and clean, like fresh lavender and chamomile.

"Damn you look beautiful", he said, stepping back and looking you up and down. "New dress I assume? What's the occasion?"

You were wearing a mint-green short-sleeved sweater dress, black flats, and small emerald earrings with a matching headband.

You shrugged. "I thought I'd try something different than the usual leggings and over-sized T-shirt".

"Maybe that's what I like," he grinned, his eyes darkening.

You playfully slapped your hand on his chest. "Oh you, stop it!"

You both stood in silence for moment, staring at each other. He leaned forward, his eyes darting up and down from your eyes to your lips.

Please kiss me!

He pecked you on the cheek instead and turned his eyes to the kitchen. "Is dinner ready? Fuck it smells delicious. I'm starving!"  He flashed a smile and rubbed his hands together as he made his way to the food.

Dammit!

"Wait, where's Erica? Didn't you say she was coming with you?" 

You kept looking towards the doorway, waiting for her to come in. You felt a shred of hope that maybe she decided to skip this night.

"She's still in the truck finishing up a call."

"The longer she stays there the better." You muttered under your breath.

"Hey!"

Oh shit. He heard that.

The sharpness of his tone made you jump. Glancing at him, you saw he was already sitting at the table, a heaping plate in front of him, pointing his fork at you.

"Didn't I tell you to be nice?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Wait-what happened to your face?" You ran over to him, noticing now that he was in better lighting, he had visible scratches on his cheeks and nose, a cut on his bottom lip, and a gnarly purple bruise under his left eye.

"Did she do this to you?"

You reached out to touch his face. He gently pushed your hand away.

"Don't overreact", he said. "It's not what you think. She likes to fuck rough sometimes. That's all." 

"Hell yes I do."

  You and Frankie both looked towards the front door. Erica had let herself in, strutting her way in your direction. Her long, shiny black hair was draped across her cleavage, accentuated by her tight black dress. She had porcelain skin, professionally done makeup, flawlessly sculpted eyebrows, and bright green eyes that contrasted with her plump red lips.

She walked straight over to Frankie, basically pushing you out of the way, straddled him, and began making out with him, sticking her tongue down his throat, moaning the fakest moans you'd ever heard, grinding against him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her ass.

The sloppy sounds of their tongues made your stomach churn. You tried not to watch them and focus on your dinner but it was too much.

"Really?" You said, exasperated.  "At the dinner table?"

  Erica kept her mouth on Frankie's while she put her hand behind her back and flipped you off.

You felt the anger racing through your veins. You kept telling yourself not to let her get to you. You stood up from the table and made your way into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. You kept glancing over at them while you opened the bottle. God, they still were all over each other. Although now Erica had her whole mouth on his neck, sucking on it like she was a damn vampire. He had his eyes closed, a small grin across his lips.

Oh, to be the one doing that to him.

Frankie's eyes caught yours. He could tell you were getting annoyed. "Come on now, Erica, stop," he said, trying to push her off his lap. "Our dinner is getting cold."

"Oh, look what Miss Betty Crocker has made for us, Darling," Erica said as she took her seat. "Spaghetti. How redundant."  Her sarcasm cut through you like the sharpest blade imaginable.  You ignored that comment by offering wine to her and Frankie, trying to be as nice and polite to her as you possibly could.  

"We don't drink the cheap shit," she spat.

You cut your eyes to Frankie, who shook his head at you, his way of telling  you to keep your mouth shut. He knew you were ready to pop off.

"Well....you might not drink it, but I know he does. I know tons about him that you don't."

Erica glared at you. "I could say the same thing. Such as.....how good of a fuck he is."

Frankie dropped his fork onto his plate. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"Ladies, knock it off," he growled. "How about we have a nice dinner together for once? Is that too much to ask?"

In unison, you and Erica both replied no.

The three of you ate in silence. The only noises being made were your utensils scraping the plates. You kept your focus on Frankie. You watched him enjoy his meal while lazily picking at yours. You watched him stuff meatballs into his mouth, slurp the noodles, and sop up the sauce off his plate with pieces of garlic bread.  He ate like it was the best meal he'd ever had. He kept closing his eyes and saying "mmmm" after every bite.

Oh god. Those slurping sounds made your blood race. You imagined that's what it sounded like when he was eating your pussy. You imagined his cock making those sounds as it vigorously moved in and out of you. He began licking sauce off his fingers. You wanted it to be you he was tasting after his fingers had been inside of you. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning aloud.

The sound of Frankie's cell phone ringing made you snap out of your trance. He took it out of his pocket, glancing down.  "I have to take this. It's work."  He got up from the table.

"Behave, you two," he said, pointing to you and Erica as he stepped out onto your apartment balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind him for privacy.

As soon as Frankie was out of sight, Erica turned her attention to you.  If looks could kill.....

"You and I need to get something straight right now." Her tone was haughty and spiteful. “He is not your boyfriend." She arrogantly waved her finger in front of your face. "He's mine. He belongs to me. I have him."  

She moved her face closer to yours, snarling.  Her green eyes devilish. Haunting. Sinister. You wanted to look away but you couldn't.

"I know you want to fuck him. For that I don't blame you. But it's never going to happen."    She tossed her head back, flipping black hair over her shoulder. "You've been friends for, what now, years?  And he hasn't even kissed you?  Face it, Sweetie. There's a reason. He doesn't want you."

You blinked furiously, trying to hold back tears. You cleared your throat. "You may be right. I might not be the one he wants. I have no idea how he really feels about me." You wiped a small tear away forming in the corner of your eye. "What I do know is that he doesn't want someone who treats him like a punching bag."

Erica clenched her jaw. "I'm sure he'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."

You opened your mouth to reply but Frankie opened the glass door, calling for Erica to come see him for a moment while still holding the phone to his ear. She gave you a look of satisfaction and joined him on the balcony.

Around ten minutes later they both returned, making their way to the table where you still sat. Erica had a huge smile on her face while Frankie looked disappointed. Without giving you a chance to ask what was going on, he turned his gaze to you.

"I have to relocate."

Your eyes widened.

"Relocate? Where?"

Frankie hesitated before answering.

"New York City."

You lived in Los Angeles.  Your heart began to pound.  "New York City?!  Seriously?  What....was your answer?"

"I accepted."

You opened your mouth to speak but he put his hand up to keep you from ranting.

 "I have to do this, Babe. You know I have no choice in the matter."

"Tell her the other good news", Erica piped in arrogantly.

He exhaled deeply. "I'm taking Erica with me." His tone was full of regret.

Your heart shattered like a rock through a window.

Nope. He doesn't want me. I'm not the one.

 "I'm happy for you."  The tears made their escape, flowing like rivers down your cheeks. You put your head in your hands.

Frankie scooted closer to you and put an arm around your shoulder.  

"It's gonna be alright, Babe", he said softly. "We'll still chat every day. I'll text you, call you, video chat, FaceTime, do whatever I can to stay in contact with you."

You shook your head. "It's not the same as having you physically here."

"Babe, I know how upsetting this news is for you. I'm not happy about leaving either. But I'm not your only friend. You'll still have your girlfriends. You can have them over for Friday night dinners."

You jumped to your feet. "But they're not you!" you cried.  "I'm not in love with them!  I don't have constant dirty thoughts about them! I don't want to fuck them!"

Oh.....shit.  You realized what you said as soon as it came out of your mouth. The urge to run into your room and hide was overwhelming. But you couldn't move. You stood frozen by Frankie's darkened gaze. He sat up straight, raising his left eyebrow. A tiny grin formed in the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me? Say that again?"

You laughed nervously. "I was only speaking out of anger.  I....I didn't mean a word I said. It...it's nothing".

Frankie stared right through your bullshit.

  "Say.....it."

You wiped your cascading tears away. "I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want to kiss your lips. I want to feel your hands all over me. It's all I think about."

His grin grew bigger. "Mmmm...hmmm", he growled. "That's what I thought I heard you say. Tell me more."

"No," Erica said before you could reply. She stood up from the table. "This conversation is over. There is nothing more to be said. We are leaving."

She grabbed Frankie's arm and dragged him to the front door. She stopped in the doorway, turning to face you.

"You're nothing to him," she said to you. "Do you know why he chose me to go with him? Because I'm not a needy, dependent, emotional, sad failure. Did you really think telling him you want to fuck him was going to make him stay?"

Frankie opened his mouth to speak but she put her hand up in front of his face. He flinched, which made you realize there was much more going on in that relationship than just rough sex.

"He hates how reliant you are on him. He likes a strong woman who takes control. He likes a woman who can think for herself. Someone who's not up his ass twenty-four seven."

You kept glancing at Frankie, who's arm was still in her grasp, waiting for him to say something. You knew he could have easily wrangled away from her. You'd seen him grab men twice his size by their shirt collars and shove them up against walls for messing with you. You knew he had to be somewhat afraid of her. Never had you seen anyone or anything make him as nervous as this woman did. He looked at you with sad eyes and shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. He never said a word.

A satisfactory grin snaked across Erica's lips. "Let's go, Francisco."

 She pulled him outside and slammed the door behind her, right in your face.

You collapsed on to the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably into a pillow. That was it, your mind kept telling you. Francisco Morales, the love of your life, was gone. He was on his way across the damn country to spend the rest of his life with some bitch who you knew didn't love him and only used him as a sex toy. You didn't even get the chance to tell him that you loved him. You cried yourself to sleep, thinking the last memory you have of him was his somber face, his remorseful stare, and the fact that you were never given the chance to tell him goodbye.

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[alex-writings]

hihi i think youre really cool

you should do basil x fem reader on a date!

<3

Thanks you sm!!! I don't know if you wanted as a scenario or headcanons so I did a little scenario!

(warning ; I prob did a lot of things wrong bc idk about gardening or flowers)

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Basil and you were dating for a few weeks now. When he asked you nicely if you wanted to help him with his flowers. You immediately accepted, and considered it as a date. The day has finally come, you went to his house and knocked at the door. Polly greeted you with a smile and told you that Basil already is in the backyard. You joined him and he welcomed you with an awkward smile, showing how nervous he is.

"Hello {Name}! I prepared the material we will need while... waiting for you."

You sit down next to him, and you both start to maintain plants and cut weeds. He showed you what to do if you didn't know how. After cutting everything that wasn't supposed to be there, while watering the plants, he told you about his flowers.

"This flower is called marigolds, it represents purity, warmth, creativity and people tend to believe that it repulses bad spirits."

And then he points another flower, while holding your hand.

"This one is a gardenia, it reminds me of you because it means gentleness, beauty and because you give me hope and love, which are also represented by the flower. You're as lovely as.. no even more lovely than every single gardenia reunited"

His cheeks turned a soft color of pink while he was trying to finish this sentence without dying of nervousness, he avoided your eyes most of the time until the end.

He gathers his courage and leaves a little kiss on your cheek, that was interrupted by Polly, who accidentally walks in the backyard at the wrong timing. She leaves both of you after offering a lemonade (or other drink if you don't like it) and a few cookies on the table close.

The rest of the date went really well, and before you go, he hugged you and gave you a pink flower.

"I l-love you!" He mumbled in the hug before letting you go.

When you got home, you researched information about the flower he gave you.

Amaryllis, represents splendid beauty and worth, if someone offers you this flower, it means you're special to them.

I HOPE IT'S OK!! I WASN'T SURE WHAT TO WRITE AAA. I did some research to write this but I prob write something that isn't right? (Like in the flower or gardening things) so I apologize for that!!

[caffeinated-fan]

Desktop>logs>Iceman

Chapter 2

Summary:

A glimpse into a slow day at Top Gun, complete with minor inconveniences and lonely wallowing, hurray!

Notes:

This is my first real attempt at a long fic, and trying to come up with a story. This chapter was started over *checks notes* 267 days ago.... I've spent that past (almost) year reading RoosterForMe fics on tumblr and trying wrangle a similar vibe for this. If you want to read *chef's kiss* TG:M fics I cannot recommend her works enough. <3<3<3

Tuesday morning, 10th June.

Laundry, and sweeping. Groceries-MILK and creamer

I was writing my day plans out, my coffee getting colder next to me. Scribbling in the dates of upcoming appointments and services. My pen settled on the square for Saturday, scribbled in hasty pencil marks was ‘Dinner w/ Kazansky, Kans. Barbeque’.

This would be fine, it wasn’t going to suck. Barbeque is good, and therefore things around barbeque are also good.

“That’s a normal thing to think,” I mumbled to myself, taking a sip of coffee. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy being around other people, quite the opposite.

It’s fine, no one would look at an archivist and assume they’re a party animal. Tom seemed to enjoy my company, he somehow made it easier to talk to him. Like he understood when to give me space to talk, not bowling me over to finish what I was saying.

I stowed my journal in my backpack and set out to work. Stopping by my door to plop my basil plant outside.

“Bye, Boski Boo!” I hollered at the small aquarium in the living room before shutting the door.

I drove up to the MA at the base’s gate, holding out my ID, and sliding my bag to the front to let him check it. The ammunition pouches on his kevlar vest sagged inward without clips to hold them open, but the clip in his gun kept the impression that he very much would shoot me if he had to. I drove past him, continuing down a road leading along the edge of base. Despite working here for almost a year I had rarely seen further into the base, my clearance only allowing me a few blocks in. But, I still got to see the buzz of military life in the distance. I had started getting used to the sound of aircraft zipping overhead and buzzing buildings when they came in to land. Although it made calling people while on base a nightmare with jet engines often drowning out both ends of the line.

I hopped out of my car slinging my bag over my shoulder. The brick building stood in the middle of a perfectly kept green, the paved paths clean and swept. As I walked up the path I remembered my first week here, I would cut the corner and step across the grass. Finally I noticed each time I did a sailor would wince or grimace to themselves. One finally told me they’d had it beaten into them to Never EVER walk on the grass. Apparently one of the Officers liked to make sailors who broke that rule crawl on all fours on the grass next to the paved path.

The doors to the archival building stuck as I moved inside, the sea air eating away at the metal. I waved quickly at the receptionist (Katy?) making a b-line for my office. I pushed the power switch on my computer and set about emptying my bag while it booted up. Digging through the mail for any updates on requested materials and orders for copies.

...

Stacking file-boxes full of newly printed copies, I pushed through my office door towards the archives. Walking down the aisles, carefully returning the cassettes to their boxes along with their CD copies. I’d finished up the day after Tom came by. I'd spent the rest of that day thinking about him sitting quietly, flipping through manila folders. ___

I sat clicking my pen, glancing up at Tom through the open doors. His head was bowed, nose almost touching the papers he was looking at. Leaning on his forearms, his hands cradling his head.

“We have magnifying glasses if you need one,” I softly called out. Tom's head popped up, still hunched over the paper.

“That'd be great, thank you.” He pushed up and rubbed at his eyes. I pulled open a desk drawer, grabbed what I needed and headed over.

“I'm surprised you don't need glasses,” I joked, handing him the magnifying glass.

“Hm. Not yet, but I don't doubt that grandpa reading glasses are in my future.” The mental image of Tom with glasses popped into my head. Oh. That's not bad at all…Maybe he's a horn-rimmed glasses guy, maybe more classic chic,

....

Okay, she's definitely thinking about me in glasses, now. I had no intent on telling her the grandpa glasses were fully in use already. Thankfully I'd only ruined my near sight from shoving my nose in books all day. I'm not sure I could survive Mav knowing I need glasses.

“I'm sure you'll look very distinguished when the day comes.” I felt her hand land on my shoulder before she walked away. Back through the two doorways to sit behind her desk. My face a little warm at the thought of someone finding my glasses attractive

My eyes dropped down to the papers in front of me. A-5 Vigilante variable geometry and their wind tunnel results. My brain goes back to running its two trains of thought. Half of my mind was focusing on the words, the other half combing through ideas to get her to come back over. I cleared my throat, leaning towards the doorway.

“There's one configuration for the A-5 that's an almost wingless design..” ___

The quiet of the archival room pressed against my ears. Layers of paper and cardboard softening the outside world as it slips through the roof and chatters along the metal I-beams.

“Weh, Wil, WILLIAMS! James E.,” my shout of triumph cut through the silence like a knife careening through a window. Pulling down the box I gently laid the cassettes and CDs onto a new cardboard divider and closed the box. My eyes cast around the large, quiet room as I gathered up the box to put it away. The desk by the door, the foldout steel chair looking morose and empty. He’d even pushed it back in. The magnifying glass neatly tucked against the wall. I hadn't had anyone come into records just to read for leisure in a few months. Mostly older sailors coming in on a slow day to peruse photographs and battle plans. I huffed and pushed the box onto the shelf and headed back to my office.

My open notebook caught my attention as I sat back down, Dinner w/ Tom circled in red on the 14th. The day before catching my eye, Friday 13th, making me smile. If I made it through that BBQ would be a nice reward for not getting murdered.

…

“Lieutenant Kazansky to tower, pre-flight checklist complete, awaiting orders.”

“Acknowledged, await further instructions,” the operator’s voice took on a less professional tone as she continued, “Get comfy, Ice, the engineers are still checking the runway for debris.” A jet had come in after hitting some birds and had left some nasty gifts for the ground crews, no one was injured thankfully. I shoved my head back as much as the crowded cockpit would let me. I'd gladly spend all day in my jet but for God's sake usually I was flying. I felt Slider jostle around behind me as he sat forward in his seat.

“Since we have some time to ourselves, let me tell you about that blonde, Rachel,” Slider said, his mask clunking against my chair.

“Is this the dumb one or the pretty dumb one?” I joked, remembering the two from last week. We'd gone to a bar far enough off base that the girls were excited to see a pilot but not total tag chasers. Slider had spent the night with a blonde on each arm like he was weighing his decision on who to stick with me. He was a hell of a RIO, and a decent wingman. Meaning he'd figure out fast if I wanted a girl that night and happily take home both if I didn't.

“Ha-Ha. Condescending laugh. She was plenty smart, works as a receptionist for some big company. Likes old planes. Anyway, she's got a friend, a stewardesses, coming in to visit next week who just adores the strong silent type. Said she'd love to set you up on a double date with us.”

“She sounds less like a hit it and quit it and more like a date, Slider,” I joked. He huffed and sat back in his seat. I waited for him to say some snappy comeback.

“Slider?...She was a one nighter, right?”

“...”

“Oh-ho-ho, Cupid landed a shot last night? That's great Slide, why the hell'd ya keep it from me?” Slider wasn't some chauvinistic prick who'd rather die than say he gets the warm fuzzies.

“Well, she was, a one night, ya'know. I spent the night-,” “Nice.” “I was going to head back home but she offered to order some food and we started talking. Then in the morning she said there was a nice brunch place on the way back to the bar. Her car is cool too, shitty driver though. It just kinda smacked into me, she's so cool, man. I was like some dopey highschooler, cracking jokes and being terrified I'd annoy her somehow.”

“You? Annoy someone? Impossible, you only chew all your pencils and think out loud, have awful hygiene…” I joked, Slider pushing against my chair, before continuing. “I'd love to meet her, blind double date be damned.”

“Tower to Lieutenants, clear to proceed to the runway.”

…

This sucked. Okay not suck-sucks, but I was getting tired of this E-3 and his adherence to Not Helping Me. The wobbly stool was not helping me either, threatening to tip over as I grabbed boxes from the top shelf. He had been courteous when he’d told me what he needed from the archives, though his kindness ended there. Letting me climb up and down to retrieve the hefty boxes.

“Why weren’t you given a ladder? Shouldn’t there be a ladder just for this room?” he asked, shifting the boxes next to him with his foot. He reached up and steadied my back as I climbed down.

“No, there isn’t. The building flooded a few years back and it rusted. Now, we have stools.” I dusted down my shirt and took the box from him. “S’That everything? Good.” GET OUT. He pulled a smile and lead the way out. Catching the door with his shoulder and nodding me past.

I dropped the box I was holding in his arms (probably harder than I should given the contents), pulled a smile, and went to my office. “Thank you, Ma'm. I'll be sure to get these back to you, all papers present.” He flashed a grin and adjusted the boxes to keep them stacked.

“Hope this isn’t the only trip you take over here,” the receptionist, (Katy, no Kathy?) said, pushing her chair back to get the main doors.

“Oh, I don’t think my CO will ever stop sending me here, ‘course you could always come see me.”

I pulled my door closed to avoid hearing them flirt. Kathy (I’ve decided that had to be it) liked uniforms more than the person in them, always chasing around the sailors who’d recently been stationed here. I sat back in my chair with a sigh, trying to calm myself. I shouldn’t be upset. That E-3 wasn’t doing anything wrong. I had no real reason to be annoyed with him. A small flush of guilt spread up my neck. I hated being mad, I hated losing control over myself, I hated how people treated me like a child when I got upset. I blew out a breath, leaned forward, and started typing in the logged out materials.

…

My keys slid into the lock as I shoved my body weight against it. I dropped my bag inside the door, and scooped up my basil plant. The door clicked shut behind me, shutting out the last bit of light. The light of Boski’s tank barely lit up the room as I walked over to him. Boski, my comet goldfish, stared in my general direction from his tank as he swam slowly around. I watched with a small smile as he passed under the sign I hung above his cave, “Lord Byron Boksilous the Spacious”.

“Well, Boski-nova, I had a very boring day, I don’t know how you manage.” I sat down on the floor then let my body fall flat on the carpet. I really did like this job, the hours were fine, pay was decent. My dad had told me stories about how good it was to be contracted by the military in some way. While I wasn’t directly contracted I still had nice benefits.

“Only reason they're so good is no one else is there. It’s one of the largest on base repositories and they hired one person, Boski.” The hand I had raised to make my point clear to Boski flopped down beside me.

“One, angry, lonely person…” Drowning in a little pity pool sounded like a good ending to this day. I layed there watching the reflections of the tank on the walls.

…

My truck's engine rumbled against my back as I stood across from Cary in some hotel parking lot. I’d driven her back after Slider went home with Rachel again, leaving Cary to get a cab. She’d hesitantly accepted my offer to drive her and I’d spent the whole time salvaging my image. It'd been a rocky start to our double date. I spent a good while getting back into the swing of flirting. Cary’d spent the date flicking her attention from me to the first round college game over my shoulder. Slider was right, the two women did enjoy aviation talk. We'd regaled them with training tales and finished with our great tale of flying with Mav, I embellished his prowess for the night, no use adding to his reputation. Now, she stood a few feet away smoking under a half-alive lamppost, the sickly green light making her dress look a weird ocean blue.

“Are you leaving or do you wanna come up?” She’d been smoking in silence for so long I jumped a little. Her eyes were locked on me, her expression was fixed between boredom and bedroom eyes. Or just tired. She’d told me how little sleep she got when she worked, catching a few hours in a cramped hotel room with three other girls. I weighed my options, the evening was awkward and she wasn’t as nice as Rachel was. She wasn’t bratty, she just didn’t care to work around feelings. Preferring to speak as frankly as she could without being overly rude. She was hot, pretty tall, and seemed to have gotten over my rocky start.

She walked to the hotel door and threw away her cigarette, standing by the side entrance. I opened my truck's cab, turned the engine off and put the key in my jacket. My legs carried me to her side as she opened the door, leading me inside.

The door’s lock clicks closed softly

[elizmanderson]

Hi, here's my attempt at a specific question(s) for 'Remarkable Retirement"

Does Edna ever get a cat?

What was the writing process like, do you have a favorite scene?

How fantasy-esque versus modern-day esque is Remarkable Retirement?

Also also

"a dragon who hoards flowers"

more info on this one. I love this one.

I'll try to get the book whenever I'm able, it seems really interesting

<3

ahhhhhhhhh excellent. sweet sweet questions. let's talk about Remarkable Retirement!

Does Edna ever get a cat?

not in the published book! originally she adopted a stray who lived outside the nursing home and brought him partway on her adventure with him, but then he got cut because I am terrible at keeping track of characters' pets.

it is actually canonical that she's had a cat at some point, bc when she has to name something for Magical Purposes, we learn she's bad at naming things. she once adopted a stray cat and called it Kitty.

(in one draft it's stated that her son's father named their son for this reason lmao but I don't think that line survived)

What was the writing process like? Do you have a favorite scene?

part one of this question:

long and chaotic lmao. I wrote the first draft as part of a last-man-standing-style writing challenge in which I had to write at least 1000 words/week by the weekly deadline or drop out.

I made it all the way to the end for a grand total of 72 weeks. the last several weeks, the creator upped the word count each week (from 1000 to 1500 to 8,000 to 12,000 to 20,000) to pressure the last of us left standing to drop out so they could start the next round.

it was unsuccessful, as two of us not only reached but smashed right through the 20k goal of week 72 and were declared joint winners lmao. I wrote 32k that week and finished the draft at about 160,000 words.

I leaned heavily into pantsing for the first draft: I knew a few major plot points going into the first draft but otherwise figured most of the story out each week as I wrote more of it.

for subsequent drafts, which were revised over the next two years, I did considerably more planning. but still plenty of angst lol, especially since 160,000 is pretty chonky and the first draft needed some major restructuring. I think there were three major rounds of revisions total before I started querying.

(queried for two years, got lots of "love this but it's not marketable," and finally published with a small press that said "love this and we want to publish it." although I do have an agent now! but I got my agent with a different manuscript.)

part two of this question:

I do love a major plot twist and spent most of my first draft looking forward to writing it. but I think my favorite scene is probably the soft moment in the hospital between Edna and Amir. they're just *anime fist clench* so soft together.

plus it includes Amir calling Edna "Edna" instead of "Mrs. Fisher" for the first time, and I am a slut for a good name thing.

How fantasy-esque vs. modern-day-esque is Remarkable Retirement?

Remarkable Retirement leans heavily modern day, but magic exists and everyone knows about it. so the setting is modern and the characters travel to some real places, like Detroit and my hometown and California, and there are real-world things like nursing homes and cell phones.

but then you've got a part of the U.S. military that deals with dragons because there are dragons, and you've got a council of wizards that's mostly useless, and some of the nursing homes (not Edna's) are magical homes, and you can magically enhance your cell phone (but not iPhones because Apple doesn't let you do that).

so like. it's set in more-or-less the modern-day U.S. (minus the pandemic, which hadn't started yet when I wrote the book), but the fantasy elements exist openly alongside all the real-world stuff.

More info about the dragon who hoards flowers

his name is Basil and I love him very much

[dailycass-cain]

The Lost Tales of Cassandra Cain

With every comic book character there are stories that aren’t approved or slipped thru the cracks of being published. Here are the ones that involve Cass.

The Lost Batgirl Vol. 1 Story

- We’ll start with the most “finished” lost tale involving Cassandra Cain is one that was meant to be in her ongoing (probably #38 given the context of the story). has several official pages finished and inked. Not only that but the script was published online (it was written by Paul Storrie).

Here’s what we know the plot involves Charaxes (the post-Crisis Killer Moth  Drury Walker who went by this particular name after the “Underworld Unleashed” event when he sold his soul to become a moth creature), him targeting a child who’s deaf, and is Cass’s only confrontation with Killer Moth (until Batgirls #9-12. I mean we sort of got that in Tec Knights, but Basil crashed Killer Moth’s plan in that, not Cass. Plus she wasn’t Batgirl then).  

Not only does the story delve into the history between Batgirl/Killer Moth it also tackles Cass learning ASL. An angle not touched upon until Young Justice Targets #3 recently. 

Several pages of the script by Storrie were drawn by artist Javier Saltares (Ghost Rider, G.I. Joe) and inked by Rob Leigh. It’s unknown how much of trhe story Saitares/Leigh drew and inked. What is known, is that in the early 2010s Saitares put a bunch of these pages up on eBay for auction. I personally bought a page but here are the ones I could find as well:

You’ve probably seen this story elsewhere too, because in 2010 artist Lynne Yoshii used the script and redrew the whole story.  Lynn did an amazing job basically filling the portions that were missing: Here are a few:

The Missing Filler Detective Comics Issue

- Our next “lost” tale takes place probably around early 2009 and was meant to be a filler issue in Paul Dini’s Detective Comics run.  This one was written by Chuck Dixon and would’ve tied into his Batman & the Outsiders run at the time. Not much is fully known of the story save it was announced by Dixon on the Word Balloon podcast (from December 2008). 

For Cassandra, it would bridge the gap to Batman & the Outsiders Vol. 2 #2 of that series and her last prior appearance, Robin #162. Explaining Bruce's renewed trust in Cassandra, after you know-- the heel turn, getting injected with Slade juice, and--  a rather bad time for Cassandra Cain. 🙃🙃 🙃🙃

Six months later though, Dixon would leave Robin and Batman & the Outsiders. Now, this is where it relates to Tim/Stephanie. Robin #177 of Robin would have originally dealt with Cluemaster finding out she was alive (a lost tale in itself). This however, got a cover (and there’s probably art of that floating too if this much got thru) by then series artist Freddie Williams II:

Of course, you know the rest of the story. We instead got Batgirl Vol. 2 aka Batgirl: Redemption Road and Cassandra was given a set-up arc in B&O to establish "the Network" which would later become Batman Inc. Then get utterly forgotten when the series relaunched to just "the Outsiders".

It’s possible Dixon does have an outline to this saved. But given how crazy he’s become. I’m not one to ask him, but if anyone is brave. Be my guest.

The meeting we wanted but never got. - Robin #-183

- However this leads us into our next “lost tale” that would’ve been in Robin ongoing series. The writer who replaced Dixon, Fabian Nicieza, confirmed that had Robin lasted beyond #175-183 (the series’ final issue), he would’ve had Cass guest star and find out Stephanie Brown was alive. 

But.. the series ended at #183 and Tim would become Red Robin. Cass would meet Stephanie, but it was extremely MEH reunion in Batman & the Outsiders Vol. 2 #13.

Now, if you want to see a fan version of this. Well, I wrote a script that artist Eileen Widjaja captured to perfection just this year:

Failed Pitches

White Canary series by Billy Tucci. 

- Yes, there was an ongoing series by Tucci that would’ve starred Cass. For those who are unware of the identity. The White Canary was introduced at the main antagonist of the first arc of “Brightest Day” Gail Simone’s relaunched Birds of Prey #1:

After the arc ended rumors began to swirl that Cassandra Cain would be getting the identity and enter Tucci writing a spinoff series as well (covered by Bleeding Cool). 

Cue Heroes Con 2010 and at a DC panel the question was asked with Senior Story Editor Ian Sattler and Billy Tucci himself attending the panel (sadly the Newsarama link I originally found is down but if someone can find it I’d be grateful). Here’s a clip of the quote though:

"They are also holding off on using Cassandra right now. Misfit will be seen later down the line. An audience member wanted to see more Cassandra, but Sattler insisted that they didn't want to rush her into the story and just want to time it right.”

Cue C2E2 2011 a year later. The prelude to Black Bat as it were. Tucci was a guest and I had to ask the question myself. He did confirm there was a series pitched.

He'd keep Cass basic, using her skills as a fighter and no real tech at all save the standard grapple gun, which is standard in all vigilante equipment. Why would she need gadgets? When SHE IS THE WEAPON.

And if you don’t believe me, here’s the commission I got from him at said convention of Cass:

So, accidentally given how many have asked him to draw Barbara, Tucci had screwed up the pose (hence why Cass is on her tip-toes as he was drawing Babs in the high-heels). He did course-correct the art.

Not just a day later, it was then announced that Gates of Gotham #1 would feature the return of Cassandra Cain. Though as we now know how it all played what happened. 

So what really happened? My theory? A mixture of The New 52 and her becoming Black Bat more than likely scuttled the idea. Or DC being DC when it comes to Cassandra. We will never know the answer. At the very least, I can fully confirm that Billy Tucci was pitching a Cass ongoing at the time. Oh what could’ve been (or maybe not given Tucci has gone equally crazy like Dixon):

Angel of the Bat

- You know this one by heart at this point. 

This was Gail Simone’s 2006 pitch after Batgirl Vol. 1 was about to end. We didn’t get that, and instead we got well... this for “Robin OYL”:

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

There are a few more story pitches that I know but haven’t dug deep enough or asked about the stories at conventions. Nor do I want to reopen old wounds as most of these ideas were prior or during the “New 52″ era.

Gail Simone had a few (but they more or less materialized into Future’s End: Batgirl #1). Kyle Higgins wanted Cass to appear in Nightwing during his run (instead all he could do was be allowed to put in a deleted fight scene he wanted to put in Gates of Gotham but instead used in the “Court of Owls” x-over). We all know Scott Snyder wanted to use Cass and was spited numerous times over during his Batman run.

Fabian Nicieza had a few ideas involving Cass that would’ve focused against Cricket (the villain he introduced in Red Robin #25), Bryan Q. Miller wanted Cass to be featured in the second half to Batgirl Vol. 3 if it had continued Cass would’ve appeared as both Black Bat and a time displaced version of herself as Batgirl (along with Barbara) teaming up with the Blackhawks and Skeets in World War II. We saw this idea teased at the end of Batgirl Vol. 3 #24:

Finally, there is Grant Morrison, who wanted to use Cass when Batman Inc Vol. 2 launched. It’s unknown what they had in mind but they and artist Chris Burnham did poke fun at DC replacing Steph with Babs in their second run:

Not only that but Mad Dog (Cass’s evil brother) did appear in this run as well. But that’s a story for another time... 

Black Bat Ongoing (late-2012 or 2013)

- So we have an entry to this list that has recently come to light. Artist Dean Zachary has revealed that there was a Black Bat ongoing pitched during the “dark era” of when Cass was listed as “toxic” between 2011-2013. 

Zachary has several concept sketches of this ongoing pitch posted of Cass, Shivasaurus, Batman, and Bronze Tiger. 

So the first arc of this ongoing was going to be this, per Zachary himself: 

“The drawing was meant to suggest that Cass defeated Shiva so badly that she took the villain's Mask as a trophy. The League of Assassins were taking the streets from law enforcement and only Cass and Ben could stand against them.  Shiva sent her Prize Student, Richard Dragon, to either convert or remove Cass and Ben as defenders of Gotham.  Mayhem ensued.  Editors at DC had "other plans" for Cass and company at the time. ”

Course any Cass fan knows that “other plans” lingo of DC all too well. Now how was I able to pinpoint the exact time when this pitch was given? Well, with help from a good friend (and Lady Shiva expert). We can pin point this pitch was made in 2013 (or earlier). 

The reason we can is because that’s when Ben Turner was walking around in his New 52 design in 2013:

The design would be used for an Red Hood & the Outlaws arc that would infamously tie with Shivasaurus getting K.O.ed by Jason Todd easily in it for that year. 

So I find this story pitch fascinating for several reasons because there were some creative folk STILL actively trying to keep Cass canon at DC even with the New 52 going on (which said otherwise).

I find the whole concept of a Ben/Cass team truly some potential as the two were retconned to be master/student  before Batgirl Vol. 1 ended. Which gave us this panel: 

It’s also curious how this would’ve led into a villainous New 52 Richard Dragon which again did occur but in the Green Arrow comics under Jeff Lemire’s Green Arrow run:

Zachary still found a job elsewhere so there was no skin off his back for the pitch failing. But still expresses interest in a Cass solo. 

- Another LOST Cass story slipped under my radar in July until today. Former series artist Rich Leonardi tweeted back in early July several unpublished drawings he did and two feature Cass in them. 

Given the focus of the story is Nightwing it does feel like a continuation writer Devin Grayson at that time was using Cass to further her sibling bond with Dick (aka #81 of that series). 

However, it could be a lost Batgirl story as Dylan Horrocks did leave much on the table (a lot of pent up tension between the two due to Babs/Dick breaking up around this run) when he exited the ongoing due to “War Games” event. Whatever the case, let’s just take in the glorious Leonardi Cass art:

[lansolot]

lansolot my theater and classical literature enjoying blogger on my dash DO YOU have any favorite monologues from shows or books or anything else that you would like to share about

thank you so much for this ask! this’ll be quite the messy post, so do forgive me for that. however, i will make an attempt to organize it! also, i do apologize for any grammar or spelling errors i make. i’m half asleep at the moment

— 1

i could go on for hours about this play as it’s such a favorite of mine. i’ve already gone on a long tangent about horatio and hamlet in the past, so i’ll at least try to make this little ramble hamlet centered. despite how often i see people complain about how hamlet isn’t a good play and that shakespeare is too difficult to understand, i think that people should at least try to understand his works. especially hamlet, as i personally think that it’s an incredibly influential play of his. even though hamlet’s classic “to be, or not to be” soliloquy is quite popular, it’s incredible that it’s so popular and commonly studied by so many people. words love to fail me, but what i’m trying to say is that there’s something beautiful about literature written so long ago being so widely adored, related to, and studied by people today. it’s so fun seeing others relate to characters like hamlet and get all giddy when reading said books and realizing that hey, this character written about over 100 years ago is quite similar to me!

— 2

the amount of symbolism in the picture of dorian gray makes me insane. the amount of nature symbolism? the fact that basil is what oscar sees himself as, henry is what the world sees him as, and dorian is what oscar wishes that he could be in a different era? i could go on about this for hours if my words weren’t failing me

— 3

listen. i do not play about religious themes and, as you all know, symbolism, metaphors, etc. i don’t know many people that care about this book, but i’ll be rambling about it anyways. the death of ivan ilyich is FULL of symbolism. first off, whist. in the death of ivan ilyich, various characters play whist in order to escape from matters they deem as bothersome or dull. ivan ilyich plays whist to forget about the pain he’s in, pyotr ivanovich flees ivan’s home quickly to play whist and distract himself from the solemn atmosphere of ivan’s funeral. characters play whist in order to distract themselves from suffering, death, and monotony. it’s, as i see it, a representation of the more “trivial” activities that ivan and those around him participate in to flee from a life that’s lacking of enjoyment and liveliness. also, ivan being compared to a phoenix? a creature that shines brilliantly, returns to ash, then returns back to life? the fact that ivan lived his “golden days”, fell ill, and in the end, passed away and saw light instead of dark? god, this book makes me ILL. don’t even get me started on the fact that the chapters grow shorter as ivan dies to show himself slowly nearing his demise. and the fact that the number 3, a number heavily used in the bible, is so commonly used in the death of ivan ilyich, but especially during the last chapter? the fact that biblically it can represent a new life and resurrection… and the way that ivan ilyich resorts to god in his final days… and also, the fact that the saying “it is finished” is referenced in the books ending… someone please stop me from rambling too much. none of this makes sense bc i’m so tired but that’s ok

[reggies-fake-horcrux]

I Want To Be The Me That You See pt. 3

You can move now,” Evan said softly. He and Barty had allowed their conversation to settle into a comfortable silence, other than the occasional complaints from Barty that Evan was convinced were just part of who he was. Barty hadn’t actually seemed upset to be sitting where he was, Evan assumed he just enjoyed complaining.

“That’s it?” Barty asked, instinctively moving his shoulders to work out the tightness in his back. He was quick to jump off the floor, rushing over to where Evan was sitting without permission. 

“For the most part,” Evan nodded. “I still need to finish the rendering. Would you like to see?” He snorted to himself as Barty’s eyes were already fixed on the art before him, showing no amount of patience as his eyes took in the hour's worth of work. “Well?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Is that what I look like?” If this painting was what Barty truly looked like, he thought he could go mad from the euphoria. He stared at the portrait in front of him, trying to take in who he is and what he looked like through Evan’s eyes because he was so much more alluring when he was seen through rose-colored glasses. 

“I did draw you,” Evan commented with a mocking ring to his speech. In truth Evan was waiting anxiously, he had taken a different approach with his painting, focusing more on Barty beauty than his flaws. He focused on every aspect of Barty that people should have been. It was a different light than Barty was used to seeing himself in, and far more beautiful.

Barty wondered if this is how Dorian Gray felt. He wondered if this painting of himself was enough to take over his every sense. If it was enough to start a craze over his beauty. Barty wondered if he shut him and Evan in and never listened to a voice from the outside if they could be Dorian and Basil, without the craze. He wondered if Evan would worship him, and devote his life to Barty. 

“I know that,” Barty laughed, it was quiet and breathy, far from his usual laugh. It sounded stuck in his throat like there was something blocking him from allowing Evan to hear everything he needed him to know. “But this,” Barty waved his hands frantically, “is not how people see me.” His eyes finally flicked back up to Evan, who had been staring at him with an equal admiration as he had given the painting. “This isn’t how people see me… This isn’t what I look like in the photographs, or in the mirror. This isn’t me.”

“I didn’t draw you to look like someone else,” Evan told him. “I drew how I see you.”

“I want to look like this,” Barty told him. Evan wanted to cut in, he wanted to say ‘you do. You always have.’ But Evan did not, he stood still and swallowed harshly, thankful that Barty was too caught up in his own reflection to notice. “I want to be this person.” Barty continued, swallowing harshly in the same way Evan had been. “I want to be the me that you see.”

“You are.” Evan said, he did not hesitate for a second. “You are, Barty. People have just been looking through the wrong lens.”

There was silence for a moment. That silence dragged on, they were stuck in it and stunned by it. Barty and Evan had always been people with a lot to say, but they were stuck in silence together.

"Would you like to go to dinner?" Barty broke their silence. quicker than it could become part of them, quicker than they could learn to find refuge within it. "With me?"

"Yes," Evan said, without hesitation once again. He wondered if it was wrong to devote his life to Barty. Evan did not think it was.

[aubreysheadspace]

Hi hi can I present to you fluff? Since I don't have any angst ideas for today;;;

So, basically: the omori cast (mainly focuses on Mari) with a reader who's the same age as Sunny, and also a secret popular writer on the internet!!! (Platonic as usual, please!)

So uh. Imagine Mari is on her summer break! She was about to practice and study for the next year but... she discovers Ao3, got curious and clicked on it! She chose the most kudos fic in her fandom, but she was bored so she invited others to read with her, including the reader! After reading, all of them were impressed by the quality. The moment Mari complimented the fic and how good the writer is, the reader gets flattered and just reveals they're the mastermind behind the story! How did Mari react? And I don't mind if you also wrote the others and what does everyone think about the reader before the Ao3 thing..

Sorry if this wall of text scares you,, just tell me directly you will not do this resquest if you don't want to, that's fine ^^!

MAIN CAST (MOSTLY MARI) with a reader who’s secretly a who’s secretly a popular writer on AO3 (PLATONIC)

DW ABT THE WALL OF TEXT!! Idm it one bit, i always enjoy your scenarios!! hope you enjoy this <333!!!!!~

so! HERO, KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, and YOU planned on spending most of the time in MARI and SUNNY’s house

they wouldn’t show up until later though, so now MARI and SUNNY were simply waiting. SUNNY was in the living room, reading his old baby books for nostalgia.

great! so the cookies are done! …what now other than to just wait?

hm, well, MARI was in her room surfing the internet on the old computer. then goes on her AO3 account and smiles to herself

"Hm! Maybe I should search up my name on here? There’s gotta be something I can read for the time being!~"

then, MARI searches up her name on AO3, curious to see any fanfics that were worth reading

she checks out the one with the most kudos and then starts to read it

she was.. astonished!

she was taken aback! now she understands why this got so many kudos in the first place!

she hasn’t even realize time had passed when she finishes reading it.

so, when you guys finally come over, MARI immediately rushes all of you into her room and to the computer

"Is everything alright, MARI?" HERO had asked, it was a bit surprising to see MARI so quick to show something.

"I’m fine, I’m fine. You guys should see this fan-fiction I saw just now! It’s so good, trust me!~" MARI replied with an excited tone in her voice. She goes to the first chapter of the story and everyone began to read it.

hang on a second…

you know this fanfic..

you MADE this fanfic!

oh boy, this is gonna be fun.

as soon as you figured out that this was your fanfic, you were genuinely flattered

you were even more flattered when everyone else started to read and complimented it

"Woah.. this is.. really amazing! The text.. the dialogue, the plot.. is actually really good!" HERO complimented as he continues to read the fourth chapter.

"Wow! This person is really good at writing! They could be an amazing writer in the future!!~" AUBREY said in a happy tone of her voice, her eyes sparkling. SUNNY nods in agreement, his eyes widened a bit as he reads.. Wow…

"I don’t usually read, only when I have to at school.. but I would read this all the time if it were a book!" KEL spoke, donning his usual toothy grin. HERO chirps in and goes, "KEL.. you’d forget about it in.. in about 3 days.."

"Oh wow.. this person writes really good.." BASIL complimented as he reads. He then asks, "Gosh, I wonder who made it.. they write so perfectly..!"

MARI nods in agreement, giggling as she did so. "I’d like to meet them one day! See if I could get a writing tip or two!"

Well.. funny enough. You suddenly spoke, "Hey.. I wrote this!"

…

HELLO?

MARI immediately looks back at you with a surprised look on her face. everyone else does the same.

once she asks and you confirm it, she gets all excited.

"[READER], I didn’t know you had excellent writing skills!!~" MARI teased you a bit, you laugh sheepishly. "You’ve been keeping this secret talent of yours hidden from us?~"

oh, MARI wasn’t kidding. she wanted a writing tip or two, maybe three or four, from you! she automatically calls herself your number one fan on AO3!

HERO congrats you for making a successful fanfic like this. he is a bit surprised since he never pegged you as the writer type but hey, he’s not judging at all!

SUNNY sometimes goes on the computer and looks back at some of your works. he is a bit jealous of your skills but he doesn’t hold anything against you at all. he just thinks your fanfic’s are really talented, you even earned a "wow��" from him!

AUBREY and BASIL would always like to see if you’re writing anything new. AUBREY would always ask if you could add some dialogue that she came up with herself! BASIL doesn’t mind if you do the same for him, but he does get happy, he just likes reading your work!

and KEL is.. KEL. he’d definitely come up to you in school and ask you to help him with his writing assignment. and by helping him, i mean doing the work just for him. don’t worry, he’ll treat you something just after you finish it! he does like your writing skills after all!