#in my version this would be pure 'crack treated seriously'

[moritashie]

I HAVE A FIC IDEA vol#8

Tony once was locked out of his lab. ("Go to the meeting," Pepper'd said. "It's going to be an important one" She'd said.) And just when he's gotten an amazing idea. So, he does what any other person would; occupies one of the whiteboards.

What he doesn't expect is to find suggestions for innovative features and notes on his ideas. He writes his own feedback on those notes, and so it begins. Tony Stark has found himself a ridiculously smart, sometimes just so slightly annoying, pen pal.

"Seriously, who are you? I have an entire department that would desperately need your help" "Sorry, no-can-do.You would have a heart attack if you found out who is on the other side, man." "Funny, that's what I was going to say."

Guess whose brown mop of hair appeared on Tony's screen when he brings up the problem to F.R.I.D.A.Y.

[let-them-read-fics]

Worth It

Requested By: You guys!

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!5thMember!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,543

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Suggestive Themes

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! A bunch of you guys have been requesting a continuation to the previous Lisa fic I did, so I thought I'd provide for you 😌 I really hope you all enjoy this little addition ♡ Happy Reading ♡

Previous: Dancing In The Dark

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You should've known. It was all too good to be true -- too close to being a fairytale as it teetered on the edge of perfection, just waiting to fall off that mythic pedestal. 

Lisa's eyes meet yours the moment you walk through the front door, opening widely as she scrambles to collect herself -- she clearly hadn't expected to be caught. 

"Seriously, Lisa? Wow." Part of you is shocked, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't see this coming. The bags in your hands hang heavily, weighed down by everything YG sent home with you for review, and their plastic straps uncomfortably dig into your palms now. You don't put them down, though; they serve as a good distraction for what you're witnessing. 

"Y/N-- I can explain, I promise!" Lisa walks around the counter and tries to reach for you, but you're quick to step away before she can. 

"Don't," you say, glancing down at her outstretched hand. She gets the memo, giving a subtle nod as she obediently puts it back at her side to appease you. 

"I can't believe you."

"Baby I'll go pick up some more, any kind you want!" Her eyes are pleading now, scanning between yours with purpose as her brows furrow more and more. She's desperate to make it up to you. 

Her bargaining piques your interest, but you don't show it. She's not getting off the hook that easily. "How could you eat the last one?" Disappointed, you give her a hurt look. "You know I've been craving them and you still ate it! I didn't even get one!" 

"I'm sorry! I didn't realize that this was the only box of them we had." 

Your favorite donuts, all gone. And when you're on your period, no less. The audacity that your girlfriend possesses really blows you away sometimes. 

The pout on your face eventually fades a bit as you see the sincerity in her eyes, and with a small huff, you crack a smile. After stepping around her to place your bags on the counter, you turn around and wiggle a finger at her. "We're getting 2 boxes, and you're paying." 

"Of course, babe. You can get as many toppings as you want, too." She adds, her smile widening obnoxiously as she wraps her arms around you. 

"You're lucky you're cute, jerk." Your arms loop around her neck as she pulls you in, rubbing your back to soothe you. Despite joking around, she really does feel guilty -- she knows how bad your periods can get, and those sweet treats always seem to make things at least a little better. 

"Come on, let's go get them." She whispers against your temple.

You raise your head to look at her, eyes wide in shock. "Right now? I thought you meant we'd go tomorrow… it's getting late, Lis."

"Why would I miss out on an opportunity for a late night drive with my girl? Besides, it's still open for…" she glances at her watch before looking back into your eyes, "...2 more hours. I think that should be enough time for you to choose." She teases, narrowing her eyes at you playfully. You can be pretty indecisive at times, but a lot of that uncertainty seems to fade for you when you're hungry enough. 

"They have so many good options, though. You might have to help me pick." 

"Okay, but do me a favor? Remember this moment when you want to yell at me again for not getting enough of your favorite kind." She cracks up when she sees you hide your face behind your hands, laughing at yourself. 

"I do get pretty cranky sometimes, don't I?" You tilt your head to the side, looking at her with a soft smile.

"That's an understatement, but I'll let it slide. You're adorable." 

She plants a sweet kiss to your cheek before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the car. 

---

Where you go I follow

No matter how far

If life is a movie

Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh

You're the best part, oh oh oh

Best part

The windows of Lisa's car are rolled down, allowing the warm evening air of Seoul to flow in and gently ghost over your skin. Vibrant city lights pass by leisurely, blending together in the distance to create a breathtaking skyline, and Lisa has no desire to rush anything. She keeps the car at a cruising speed, enabling you to relax and enjoy the smooth ride. Her thumb strokes over your knuckles as she sings along with the song, both of you knowing who she's aiming the words at. Occasionally she brings your hand to her lips, laying soft kisses to your skin. 

The heat radiating from your seat warmer fends off any possibility of a cramp, further putting you at ease. Today was a long day of rehearsal and interviews, only broken up by meetings that you didn't particularly enjoy sitting through. It drug on mercilessly, paying no mind to how exhausted you were or how eager you were to be home. Every time you'd sneak a glance at the clock, nodding along to whatever your manager was saying without actually listening, you'd find the time creeping by, the minute hand barely further than what it had been during your last check. It was boring and monotonous, but now you're here with Lisa and you couldn't be happier. 

The open sunroof allows for you to peek up at the stars, seeing them twinkle brightly for you, as if to say hello again. The sky surrounding them is rich; its velvety darkness serves as the perfect backdrop for them, making their colors pop in all the right ways. It's a gorgeous sight, and although you hate to admit it, maybe you're not too incredibly angry at Lisa for eating your donuts after all. 

"We missed you back at the dorm today," she says with a soft smile, her eyes still trained on the road as she lazily rubs her cheek against your intertwined hands. 

"Yeah?" You ask, turning your attention to her. "I missed you guys, too. I couldn't wait to get out of there; Jiyoung barely gave us a break, and we were practically buried in all the paperwork we had to go through. I've never signed so many things in my life." A grimace tugs at your features at the lame memory, and Lisa sports a very similar expression. 

"I'm so glad I'm not you," she says with an amused smile now, chuckling when you flick her. "We're so proud of you though, baby, and all of this work will be worth it. Your solo is gonna blow everyone away." The fleeting look she throws over her shoulder to you makes your heart swell with pride, and you're reminded of how far the two of you have come. 

Through trials and tribulations, hidden feelings and repressed desires, the two of you eventually found your way to each other in the end. You'll never forget the day that she asked you to be hers:

"Lisa, we can't get another cat right now! You know I love them just as much as you, but we don't have room." You try to reason, running a brush through your hair as you continue getting ready. 

"You're no fun," she groans, throwing herself back onto the bed like a frustrated toddler. In a perfect world, she'd have a house filled to the brim with little kitties scurrying around, rolling and playing with each other -- she doesn't understand why some people try to put a limit on how many she can have.

"Stop complaining or we'll be late," you warn, giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror before walking over to the bed. You stand between her parted legs, gazing down at her until she realizes you're there and opens her eyes to look at you.

For a moment, she doesn't say anything; she just takes in the sight of you before shaking her head. She's smiling like a giddy teenager, and you can't help but question her with a breathy laugh. 

"I'm so in love with you." 

She's implied that before -- her words usually accompanied by nervous fidgeting and an avoidance of eye contact -- but something about this time is different. Her gaze holds a softness that you've never quite seen from her, an added layer of tenderness and care behind her words. 

She's not afraid anymore, and, truthfully, neither are you. 

You've turned her into a more gentle person - one that thinks before she speaks and doesn't act so impulsively anymore - and a sense of accomplishment settles within your heart. It's not that you wanted to change her -- she just naturally adopted some of your mannerisms, shifting into a better version of herself. 

"I've never loved anybody like I love you, Lisa." You confess, a look of pure adoration on your face as you realize how true your own words are. She's evolved into a better person to be with you, knowing that she couldn't function as her old self any longer, and that alone makes her different from all the rest. 

You see her release a little nervous breath as she moves to sit further back on the bed, coaxing you into her lap. You have a sneaking suspicion of what's coming, but you bite back the smile that threatens to break out on your face and allow her to speak next.

"Well, then, I think it's only natural that I ask that question." She starts, referencing back to the night that you all made up. You're glad you didn't jump into anything then, when you were high on your emotions -- both of you needed time to grow individually first, but now the stars are finally aligned. You know the time is right now, and you're ready to be together.

"Go ahead," you nod with a smile, playing with the baby hairs on the nape of her neck as your arms rest against her shoulders. 

Part of you wants to mess with her and say no, but all of that goes out the window once she asks the words she's been dying to. 

"Jagi, will you be my girlfriend?" 

"I'd love to, Lili." 

Smiling like an idiot, she wraps her arms around you and lays back, falling onto the cushions with a soft bounce as she pulls you in for a kiss. She peppers your face with hundreds of tiny pecks, giggling when you squirm and squeal at her ministrations. 

You pull away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, and you grin. "Should we just cancel the reservation? I don't think we'll make it on time and I'm too happy right now to even leave." 

She agrees, deciding that eating takeout on the couch while Netflix plays in the background is a much more tempting offer, and reaches for the phone in your back pocket. 

She lets her hands wander, knowing exactly what she's doing to you, but you allow her to have her fun -- a fitting revenge plan is already being formulated in your mind anyway. 

The fingers of her unoccupied hand flirt with the hem of your shirt, sneaking up under the material to caress your side as she waits for her call to be answered. You brush the back of your hand over her cheek lovingly, reveling at how smooth her skin is. 

"Gorgeous," you whisper, tilting your head down to kiss along her jawline. She sighs as you continue, lulling back into that blissful state of happiness she enters anytime your lips are on her. 

Suddenly, the line picks up and a familiar greeting can be heard. "Hello, how may I help you?" A surprisingly pleasant voice asks, the smile evident in how her words come out. 

"Hi, I'm calling to cancel a reserva-- oh," Lisa starts off strong, only to get blindsided halfway through when she feels your lips against her neck. They tease the tender skin just the way she likes, strategically parted by your tongue every now and then to lick a heated path to your next target area. 

She has to pull the phone away from her mouth when you snake a hand down her body, allowing it to travel to all the places she wants you most. 

"Ma'am?" The hostess asks when the line remains silent, Lisa too busy moving her head to the side to give you more access to respond to her. 

"S-sorry about that," she lightly smacks the back of your head as punishment, but soon groans again when you nip at her pulse point. "Manoban. I need to cancel my reservation." 

The woman begins typing away at her keyboard, searching the list for Lisa's name. Your girlfriend's legs wrap around your waist, and she grinds her hips against you with a smirk on her lips. The little tease is loving this. 

You move away from her neck now, satisfied with the marks you left behind as you follow the path that your hand previously made. You leave no area unattended as you methodically work your way down, making it a point to give attention to all of her most sensitive spots in order to get a rise out of her.

You do, of course, in the form of quiet expletives and breathy mewls of your name in between the small talk she's having with the hostess. 

When you sit back on your knees, momentarily stilling your movements, Lisa's eyes flutter down to where your hands rest: right at the front of her jeans. She gulps at the mischievous look in your eye, but bites her lip nonetheless. 

"--Yes, okay Ms. Manoban, I see your reservation for 9PM? Is that correct?" 

You undo the first button.

"Yes, that's correct." 

You tease her, running your fingers along the material before popping the next one open. Her hips involuntarily buck up towards your hand when you brush it against her center, bringing a shade of blush to her cheeks. 

"And to ensure that we're meeting the needs of all of our customers, may I ask your reason for canceling?" 

You flick the last one open, glad that she's only wearing a semi-high waisted pair of pants -- that little game was fun, but her hushed moans have gotten you riled up. She covers her mouth, sinking her teeth into her palm to silence herself when you pull her pants past her hips and lay needy kisses to her upper thighs.

"Something just… came up. No fault on your part," she rushes out, wishing she could just hang up now and not care enough to be polite. 

Her eyes lock with yours when you push her shirt farther up, kissing across her toned stomach as you tug on the waistband of her lingerie. Its maroon lace is paired with accents of deep purple, contrasting with her skin gorgeously as jagged breaths ripple through her. You admire the bruising patches your lips have left behind that paint her stomach, splashes of darkness to accompany the material that leaves little to the imagination. 

"Ah, I see. Well we hope you'll come back and see us." 

Just as Lisa is about to say a hurried goodbye and hang up, the hostess asks, "Speaking of, would you like to book another now?" 

Lisa's head digs into the comforter, her eyes tightly closed in frustration… for multiple reasons. She tangles her fingers in your hair, her silent way of pleading for you to continue, and she does her best to sound stable as she responds.

"No, no. Thank you, though. Goodbye." The very second that she registers a parting word from the other end, she quickly hangs up and tosses the phone to another part of the bed. 

"That was cruel," she breathes out, though both of you know she isn't upset in the slightest. 

"You loved it," you say, self-assured as you smile against her hip bone. A slight tremble runs through her body, and it works to boost your confidence tenfold. 

"You drive me crazy, Y/N."

You're pulled from your pleasant reverie by the feeling of Lisa nudging your thigh with her hand. You hadn't even realized you closed your eyes. 

"We're here, my love." She says, unbuckling herself. You let out a tired yawn before doing the same, and you thank her when she comes around to open your door for you. You settle against her side, and soon enough the two of you are filtering into the cozy little shop.

Rows of treats greet you, all tucked behind crystal clear walls of glass for protection from any stray kids that may try to snatch one of them when no one's looking. A shorter container sits beside the standing racks, stretching out to reveal an impressive array of ice cream and sorbet flavors. You wander around, studying the different options as if you don't already know them all by heart after being such a frequent customer for so long. 

"I'm debating on getting some ice cream, too. What do you think?" You ask Lisa, only to hear her let out an earth-shattering squeal in response. 

She clears her throat, amusingly composing herself, and acts like the inner 5 year old in her didn't just pop out. "We can get the Super-Ultra-Mega-Shareable Waffle Cone, if you want." 

"Sounds like a plan, babe." You laugh, seeing how ready she is to absolutely demolish some ice cream. You'll be lucky to even get a few bites in, you realize, though seeing her this happy is far more important. 

You spend the next few minutes deliberating with her like you're judges on some Food Network show, deciding on the perfect order as you rack the price up with every gourmet topping you add. Eventually satisfied with your choices, Lisa kisses your cheek and sends you off to find a seat while she pays. Upon scanning the entirety of the dining area, you spot a corner booth that's tucked away from the busy center of the store, and you smile at how intimate it is. It's perfect, and you begin making your way over to it. 

She follows behind you shortly after, shoving the change she just received down into her pocket. The large cone rests in her other hand, and she swipes her tongue along the top of it, gathering up a generous amount of whipped cream as she slides into the seat across from you.

You swear you can hear angels singing as you open one of the boxes, seeing the beautiful spread of yummy treats lined up together in neat little rows. Their delicious aromas waft up, making your mouth water in anticipation. So, deciding not to waste anymore time, you reach for the one that you've been dying to sink your teeth into all day and take your first, glorious bite.

It's made just the way you like it, with the perfect dough-to-glaze-to-topping ratio imaginable. The memory of Lisa specially requesting them to be made fresh warms your heart, and you open your eyes to look at her. 

"Oh mah gahd--" you say around your mouthful of food, attempting to not choke and die when you see how crazy she looks. Ice cream is already messily smeared across her face, reaching just about everywhere -- her cheeks, nose, mouth -- you name it; and her hair is haphazardly pulled back in a messy bun. 

Halfway through crunching on the tasty cone again, she looks up at you. "What?" She asks, sounding as if she genuinely has no clue as to the state she's in. You motion to her face, prompting her to grab her phone and look at her own reflection. Rather than getting embarrassed, she lets out a loud cackle, successfully throwing the two of you into a laughing fit. 

It's the good kind -- slapping the table, making no noise as you egg each other on, filling the shop with those joyous sounds -- kind of thing; and seeing her so carefree is priceless. Any trace of stress that stuck around from the long day you had quickly disappears completely, no longer deserving of the room it was taking up in your brain. This moment with her is perfect, and you're so glad to be sharing it. 

After things die down a bit, the two of you lean back in your chairs, tightly clutching your aching stomachs. Your cheeks hurt, too, but it's the kind of pain you're more than happy to welcome with open arms. 

Lisa reaches for your hand across the table as she looks at you with that special twinkle in her eye, her smile looking particularly swoon worthy. "I'm really happy I ate those donuts earlier." She's teasing, but it's the truth -- this night is a memory she'll keep forever, added to the list of things she never wants to forget. 

"Me too." You squeeze her hand and pull her in, grinning at the taste of ice cream on her lips. The next part (which you knew was coming) still makes you squeal: she nuzzles her face against yours, spreading the sticky sweetness all over you as well. 

"There. Now we're matching." She kisses you again, leaving you to attempt to hide the unwanted smile that parts your lips. 

[criminalmutantsins]

Top 10 Favorite Young Justice Characters

10. Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle

Starting off the list is Blue Beetle. Young Justice introduced me to him, and I was hooked. He’s probably the most mellow and calming voice. His arc and relationship with Bart (friendship or not) were my favorite aspects of S2. They bounced off each other in every scene. I was very disappointed when Jaime and Bart were sidelined so much, and hope S4 changes this (particularly with Bart).

Jaime in the number 10 spot since he doesn’t really have much of a memorable personality. Still love him to bits though.

        9. Will Harper/Red Arrow

Funny enough, I did not like Will. He was an asshole in S1; S2 kind of changed my mind about him but not enough since he didn’t appear as much. What really changed my mind was the episode “Private Security” (S3 Ep.4). I started looking back into Will’s storylines and, I have to admit, his is probably one of the best character development.

The first season had him unwillingly living a lie and betraying the people he cared for. In season 2 he was so consumed into finding the original Roy for five years, not even caring or focusing about his own life. I felt really bad for Will because he was probably going through an identity crisis and thought he couldn’t live his life without finding Arsenal. Probably felt guilty.

Seeing him living his own life and being happy with his daughter was so heartwarming. I smiled every time Will appeared in the latest season (totally ignoring the Will x Artemis fiasco), especially with Lian. I’m very proud of him.

I feel bad for putting him so low, yet I adore the next characters more.

 8. Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

I have been a massive Beast Boy fan since Teen Titans so you probably can imagine how excited to see him. His origin story was unique and his brother-sister bond with M’gann was very sweet. It was pretty weird seeing how much younger Gar was than Dick, but I got used to it. I was bummed that Gar wasn’t in S2 as much; however, S3 truly made up for it. 

After watching Beast Boy being a great leader in S5 of Teen Titans, I wanted a leader-like and more mature version of him. Young Justice truly delivered with Gar being the leader of the Outsiders. It’s nice to see him treated with respect rather than as a joke because that was my biggest gripe with Teen Titans. Though it was weird seeing him not crack a joke at all.

Gar’s story with his mom was heartbreaking to see. I literally cried seeing his reaction to revisiting his trauma in S2 and S3; I just wanted to hug and tell him how awesome he is. My only complaint with Gar in S3 was that the Outsiders weren’t established until near the end of the season.

His voice actor being Greg Cipes also gives him extra points (He’s a chill guy and radiates BB energy).

 7. Dick Grayson/Nightwing/ Robin I 

Sorry to all the hardcore Nightwing fans.

I love Dick (don’t get any ideas), but he doesn’t get enough development in the spotlight. One of the things I really wanted to see from him is his growth as a main leader, and his journey to becoming Nightwing. I was really bummed when these happened between the first two seasons.

To be honest, I don’t have as much to say about him other than straightforward qualities I enjoy about him.

1.His Voice (it’s so soothing)

2.His Personality (very charismatic)

3.Very Handsome (Probably in the top 3 my most handsome YJ Men list)

I put him higher than the others since he made a lot of contribution to the story and his new words (gotta love that aster!)

6. Megan Morse/M’gann M’orzz/Miss Martian 

If I made this list during S1, M’gann would have probably been in my top 3 (maybe even No. 1), but S2 didn’t give her any brownie points.

I really liked S1 Miss Martian because of her kind heart, awkward girl next door personality. Her trouble fitting in the beginning reminded me of when I was going through a time in high school; seeing her having trouble as well helped me feel not so lonely. M’gann powers were (still are) my favorite since I am a big fan of mind-like powers. I would feel so powerful. Watching her identity crisis(?) arc was great too. I’ve had trouble feeling comfortable in my own skin as well as my social anxiety (I’m a mess) and I could understand how scared Megan was of her friends’ thoughts on her true form. 

Oh boy. Season 2 basically ruined her. Learning what she would do to enemies was terrifying to see and left me wondering what happened to Miss Martian that made her step this far. What she almost did to Superboy was almost unforgivable. You do not try to manipulate with your boyfriend’s mind when you guys have an argument! Shame on you M’gann. If Superboy hadn’t forgiven you then I wouldn’t have either.

Good thing S3 somewhat redeemed her. Her kind heart was noticeable again and she refused to do that mind trick again (thank god). Very excited for the Superboy and Miss Martian wedding! Please creators, I beg of you to not skip over it. I want to cry my eyes out in happiness!

 5. Kaldur’ahm/Aquaman/Aqualad 

Now we’re in the top 5 with Aqualad (*ahem* Aquaman) starting it off.

Creating Kaldur was the best decision the creators ever did. I love him with all my heart!

He added diversity to the original team and was a great leader. S1 was not his breakout season, though the second season definitely was.

Kladur played the villain so well that he deserves an automatic Oscar. I never doubted that he was with the heroes, but he didn’t disappoint. My favorite part about Aqualad’s performance was when he rose from the ocean slowly like a cliché villain (he made it work), and the line he said right after he “killed” Artemis; it sent me chills. Love it! 

Pretty disappointed that he didn’t appear as much in S3. Very happy that he is a part of the LGBTQ+ community and is in a happy relationship. I’m a part of the community and loved that there was finally some representation in one of my favorite shows. Even so, I have to criticize how rushed and sidelined it was. I hope Kaldur and Wyynde’s relationship gets development.

 4. Kon-El/Conner Kent/Superboy

Like Will, I did not like Superboy at first. Mainly angry and volatile characters were never really my cup of tea. I do understand why he was upset and felt bad for him; I just handle anger the direct opposite as him. My love for Conner started growing around the end of S1. He was very sweet towards Miss Martian (bless him for not caring about her appearance) and his anger was in control.

Season 2 pretty much switched my opinions on him and M’gann. It was awful what M’gann almost did to him. That scene with him being so sad that what she did ruined that special bond they had almost made me cry. I wanted to give him a hug. He grew so much too since I don’t think he would have handled the whole M’gann drama as well in S1. A lot of furniture would’ve been broken.

I gotta admit something. I almost put Conner near the bottom (maybe no. 7). A comment in a poll in Amino changed my mind. I wrote a poll asking other fans who did they prefer SB or MM. At that point I said SB, though I didn’t think much of it. Someone (specifically yjfangirl) responded “Superboy has the best development in the show.” This had me thinking about how far SB has gone. In the beginning, Conner was an angry guy who felt alone and rejected by the person who he was meant to emulate. Now he is happier and living for himself rather than to be the next Superman. He’s getting married people! A little detail I noticed when rewatching S3 was Superboy mentioning to new characters that they weren’t obligated to be a hero because of their abilities. I adored this! The main reason why Superboy was created to be Superman if the original ever died, and another one of Luthor’s puppets. But he strayed from that pressuring path and is doing his own thing. Conner doesn’t want other people to feel like he did. What an absolute pure soul.

Also, yjfangirl, first I want to say Hi (*waves*)! Then say thanks for writing that comment. It made me really think about the bigger picture with SB and my love for him as grown exponentially. You probably didn’t mean to do that, but I still want to thank you. 😊

 3.Wally West/Kid Flash

We’re in the elites now.

I don’t know how to explain it, I just love Wally. He makes me laugh, and his character growth was great. At first, Wally was this cocky flirt who didn’t take the hero work as seriously. That changed in “Cold-hearted,” one of my favorite episodes in the series. This was when I really started seeing more of Wally than being this dumb flirt. It was great seeing him actually caring about helping people since I believed for a long time that he wanted to be a superhero to just have powers rather than actually protect others. The regret in his eyes when he thought his impulsive behavior killed Perdita helped me see who he really was- this somewhat arrogant speedster who had a kind heart. Episodes that can make me change my perspective on characters are truly special.

I was very upset that he wasn’t in S2 a lot. I understand why since he gave up the life, but I was still bummed. Seeing him being so loving and protective towards Artemis was amazing. Spitfire is my favorite ship and I will not give up on them. All I want is a happy ending! The penultimate episode of S3 was a hint that it will happen. Watching the S2 finale was heartbreaking, I cried watching him disappear, his love for Artemis being the last things he said. Artemis’ reaction did not(I just wanted to hug her). 

I have more to say, though I’m leaving it for another post. 😉

 2.Bart Allen/Kid Flash II/Impulse

Picking between Bart and Wally for second place was tough. Took me a while to decide; I’ll talk about it later on.

The moment Bart made his appearance, I absolutely adored him. He is amazing and I live for his hyper, fun attitude. His arc and relationship with Jaime were my favorite aspects of S2. What can I say, their chemistry is great to see.

That scene when he was meeting the Flash family was so adorable. His excitement was infectious and spoiling his dad and aunt’s births was hilarious! I watch it occasionally whenever I need a good laugh or reason to smile.

Unlike most time travelers- at least the ones I’ve seen- Bart was very involved with what was going on and befriended his biggest enemy- evil and weirdly huge future Blue Beetle. He was pretty careful about disclosing very important information and took things very seriously. You never know if disclosing everything was the thing that brought the world to chaos.

What I found interesting was his choice on how to interact with everyone. He seemed pretty gloomy in the future, but decided to portray this cheerful, devil-may-care attitude to be more likable. I understood (still kind of do). I had terrible mental health issues and I pretended to be happy in front of loved ones because I thought they wouldn’t care about me anymore. Bart got some brownie points for that.

I was dissatisfied when his role was greatly reduced. I wanted the creators to go further with Bart by revealing his past and how it affected him. He was pretty much comedy relief. You couldn’t imagine how disappointed I was, especially with it involving my second favorite character. Season 4 better change that.

I know that you shouldn’t assume a character’s sexuality, yet I really hope Bart is gay. There needs to be more clear representation and Bart can be one of them. I’m also a Bluepulse and Bartuado shipper (fine with either one as long as Bart’s bond with each of them stays strong).

Anyway, I mentioned that I would explain why I chose Bart for 2nd place over Wally. It mostly stems from wishful thinking. I really want S4 to have Bart as a main character since I believe the future will be strong plot point in the season. Development could surely happen such as Bart opening up more about what he went through. Let all those feelings go.

I’m going to write an article on my hopes for S4 when a release date is announced. Bart and Wally will most definitely be talked about.

 …..

We are finally near the end!

And my No. 1 favorite character is…

Drumroll please!

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1.Artemis Crock/Tigress/Artemis

That’s right people!

Artemis Crock, original member of the Team and daughter of villains!

She is such an inspiration to anyone who wants to go their own past without their parents’ support.

It’s hard to describe how much I love Artemis. She’s brave, strong-willed, and a kind person. It’s crazy how great of a person she is after all the terrible things that happened to her. I look up to her because I don’t have a healthy relationship with my parents (verbal and mental abuse) and there are times I don’t feel strong enough to stand on my own. I want to carry the amount of strength Artemis has as my own.

After all that happened in S2, it was amazing to see Artemis come back to the team and train the new generation. It must have been hard to walk away from a safe, comfortable life for a chaotic, dangerous life. I admire that in everyone, but I hold more respect for Artemis since “the life” “killed” Wally. I wanted to hug her so bad.

She’s also one of the kindest people in the show, the events in S3 being the best example. When Zatanna was crying about her dad, Artemis was there to comfort her. It was so sweet! Roy and her also took in Halo and Terra like they were a part of the family; the archer treated them like the best big sister. That rainstorm scene was heartwarming to the core.

Wouldn’t Artemis be an amazing mother? Lian and her have a strong bond like a mother and daughter; I loved it, and Lian is in good hands with Roy and Artemis. Though Jade deserves a chance to be a mother. Artemis also seemed to enjoy taking care of those kids in that S1 episode. Wally too. You guys know what I’m guys insinuating. 😉

Get ready for some fanfics on that someday.

My favorite Artemis-centered episode was the second to last episode of S3. I was waiting for this episode centering around Artemis missing Wally and learning to move on. It was great yet heartbreaking. Nothing bad happened. That Will and Artemis kiss never happened. Everyone makes a mistake. No matter how terrible it was.

Anyway, seeing Artemis and Wally living their lives and having a baby gave me life, even if it was fake. It was a vision of the future. I will believe this until there is confirmation that Wally will not come back.

Did anyone else cry when Artemis was so desperate to, but Wally wouldn’t let that happen (the real Wally would do that)? They are a great example of a healthy relationship with all the love and support they have for each other. I want that.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

An “Assassin”

Day 2 of @winteriron-week: Assassin & Recovery

T, 2.3k, Crack, Humor, Sam Wilson Is a Little Shit and We Love Him for It, Background Sam/Nat, Team as Family, Bucky Is an Idiot in Love | AO3

(Day 1 / Day 3 / Day 4)

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Muzzy is not a word Bucky thought he’d describe how he feels like with ever since he got injected with that bastardized version of the Super Soldier Serum. And yet it’s exactly how he’s doing after waking up and being blinded by the brightness all around him. A groan leaves his lips as he closes his eyes again.

Fucking hospitals and their stupid bright lights.

There’s a snort to his left, followed by a “Finally, you’re awake.”

Bucky slowly turns his head and blinks up at Sam who’s seated at the visitor’s chair, a grin plastered on his face, all shiny glinting teeth and tooth gap. The sole sight of the mischief in those black eyes is enough for his memories to come back.

And boy, do those hit harder than a truck on the highway.

“Oh man, that was hilarious.” Sam’s grin widens even more at that and Bucky can feel his cheeks heat up. “Can’t wait to tell the rest of the team what happened. I even got a video of it!”

Oh, hell no. Sam is already taking his phone out but before he can click on the video, Bucky shoots him an angry look and growls, “Don’t you even dare.”

He tries to get up in a sitting position, so he can throw a pillow for emphasis but with each movement the room spins even more and he loses orientation anew. Faintly, he feels a pain in each of his joints, but his head is too dizzy to register it properly. God, the last time he had been like this was in 1937 when he got high in the queer bar down the street of Steve’s and his apartment with that tiny guy from the neighborhood who knew to give one hell of a blowjob. 

“Sure. I already quiver in fear,” comes the deadpan reply.

What an ass. Not for the first time does he wish to kill Sam. Just a little bit. As a treat.

So, he pulls his winner card: “You tell anyone what happened and I tell Nat where you hid that strap-on of hers she’s been missing so much.”

Sam’s grin immediately falls at that, changing to an expression of pure outrage. “You son of a bitch.”

Hah, checkmate. Bucky still can’t feel any of his face muscles, so he doesn’t know if they’re doing the right thing, but he imagines he’s grinning smugly right now.

“Have you even seen that strap-on? That thing is deluxe! You wouldn’t want that up your ass either!”

No, Bucky had not seen it, and he’d like to leave it that way too, thank you very much. But knowing Natasha, he can only imagine what it must look like. She tells him much more about their sex life than he’d ever want to know. And he still doesn’t know why she tells him these things of all people, instead of Clint or Wanda or hell, even Tony (Tony would absolutely participate in any sex talk there is (Bucky wouldn’t say no to sex talk when Tony is involved in it)), but he suspects it’s her own way of hobby torture.

Sam wrinkles his nose while he gets up, flips him the bird and says, “Fine, you win.” Then he walks to the door and Bucky squints at him, because there’s no way it would be that easy, Sam would definitely want to have the last word—

“Good luck explaining to Tony what happened, because he’s waiting outside already,” Sam tells him while opening the door, winking at Bucky and leaving the room, his snickering still lingering in the halls outside.  

… Fuck.

Okay, he’s got like… ten seconds before Tony comes in, he can easily just climb out of the window and up to the roof. He just needs to get out of the bed which shouldn’t be a problem, broken bones or not, because he’s a high-profile assassin and—

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Busted.

“Trying to disappear before you can see me?”

Tony blinks at him and Bucky blinks right back, because seriously, what the fuck Barnes? He didn’t mean to say that, it just… slipped out.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a good idea. You might have enhanced healing, but you broke nonetheless more bones than you have in your body, I don’t think getting out of that bed any soon could end well for you. And it would be such a shame too. After all, I brought you a get well soon balloon.”

And sure enough, there it is. A red balloon. With a ‘get well soon’ inscription in golden letters. Bucky feels quite touched by this gesture. Tony thought of him. He brought him a balloon. In Iron Man colors even. That has to mean something, right?

As Tony comes closer, Bucky seizes the opportunity to appreciate the way Tony’s suit hugs his figure perfectly in all the right places. If Tony were his, he’d unwrap him out of it as if he was a present. He’d trace the material with his fingers, take slowly each layer off and soak in every inch of newly revealed skin.

“Hey, I know I look irresistible, but there’s no need to drool, Buckaroo.”

Damnit. Bucky would like to order a shot in the head right about now, please and thank you. He tries to wipe the drool off, but neither hand does what he wants, so he settles for living in shame forever.  

“So,” Tony sits down at the same chair Sam had been just a minute ago, “can you tell me what put you, a Super Soldier, in such a state?”

This is exactly the question Bucky had been afraid of. See, Bucky has a tiny little bit of a… problem.

It started only three weeks after he had moved into the Avengers Tower on a completely ordinary and uneventful morning. Bucky had sat himself down at the kitchen bar, as always on the second last chair on the left side, which was the exact right angle for him to get a look at Tony’s perfect round bubble butt when he would come and bend over the counter to get himself coffee, so his pants would stretch over that wonderful butt and Bucky would have an eyeful of perfection without being creepy about it, because he was “just sitting there” and “looking normally straight ahead”.

On that particular morning however, had Tony loudly cursed after opening his coffee can, and whirled around to glare at each Avenger with a look that promised murder and bloodshed. “Which one of you used the last bit of my coffee and then didn’t even tell J.A.R.V.I.S. to order more of it?”

The answer to that was obvious. No one else would’ve done something risky like that but Clinton “I have a death wish” Barton. Which wasn’t something they would tell Tony, because no one on this team was a snitch.

Well, and then Tony’s eyes landed on Bucky and it took only three seconds of having Tony’s full attention, that he blurted without a second thought, “Clint was it,” and even pointed with the finger towards him. That earned him a gasp and spluttering and an utterly disappointed “How could you? I thought we were sniper buddies!”

After that there was a pattern. One Nat didn’t take long to notice and confront him about it.

“You can’t lie.”

“What? Of course I can lie.” Which was true. You can’t be a high-ranking assassin and go on undercover missions without being able to lie—you’d die on the spot.

“Fine, I correct myself: you can’t lie at Tony.”

Which Bucky denied vehemently and then didn’t talk to Nat for a month.  

Fact is though, which it always is when it comes to Natasha Romanoff, that she was right. For some even to him inexplicable reason, Bucky is simply unable to not tell Tony the truth when he just looks at him. And it’s absolutely ridiculous, because Bucky should be able to. He is the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA. Instructor of the Black Widows in the Red Room. A weapon—a ruthless killer responsible for numerous assassinations. Tony’s big brown eyes, shining golden in the hospital’s light, framed by those surreal long eyelashes, which makes him the most beautiful person in the entire world, should not be a reason for—

“Sam bet that I wouldn’t manage to roller skate and I had to prove him otherwise.”

… Damnit. Bucky doesn’t need a mirror to know that his face is redder than a tomato. The memory of it alone fills his entire being with embarrassment and Tony knowing what happened makes this situation definitely not a single bit better. He still can’t believe it happened in first place. Bucky is a well-trained Super Soldier! A pair of ugly shoes with some tiny wheels on it should not have been his downfall, for fucks sake!

Tony tilts his head at that, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait a moment. What exactly happened then? Did you just… fall?”

Bucky gulps and focuses on Tony’s tie pattern instead of answering. There are little Hulks on it. He likes it, it’s very Tony.

“In my defense; there was a staircase,” he murmurs at last, still not looking up. The Hulks on the tie wear purple pants. He’s pretty sure Bruce would like that tie too, he’s got a dorky humor like that, even though he’d never admit it.

A few seconds of complete quiet pass, and when Bucky finally does look up, he can see Tony’s corner of his mouth twitch, until he apparently gives in to his urge and throws his head back, laughing so hard that tears of laughter start forming and running down his cheeks.  

Bucky wishes for an instant divorce. Sure, this might be the most beautiful sound he has ever heard in his life, but he still wants a divorce.

Not that they’re married or something—or at least not in real life. Bucky did dream of it once, though. It was a spring wedding. Nat and Pepper were their “best men”, because neither wanted Steve and Rhodey to hold a speech. The decorations were in Arc Reactor blue. It was very beautiful, people even cried.

“You are something else, Bucky Barnes,” Tony shakes his head, the humor still audible in his voice, and a look in his eyes, that could almost be described as fond.

Bucky takes the divorce-wish back.

“Now see,” Tony begins as he gets up and slowly gets closer to Bucky’s bed, “you’re not as subtle as you think you are.” He sits down at the edge of the bed an sends him one of those brilliant smiles, that make Bucky’s head all dizzy and his heart sing with want. “Those looks you always give me are unmistakable.”

Tony takes that weird looking pudding from the nightstand and starts opening it up. “And all this time,” he continues, “I waited for you to finally make a move.” At that he rams the spoon with the pudding right into Bucky’s mouth without any prior warning.

Bucky almost chokes and it’s only thanks to his control over his reflexes that he ends up swallowing the pudding, instead of spitting it out. He coughs a few times and looks up at Tony in shock and disbelief. If this is how Tony takes care of injured people, Bucky doesn’t have any interest to ever do a nurse role play with him.

Tony gasps in indignation. “Are you telling me you would not want to see me in a nurse costume?”

This time Bucky does choke. On nothing but his own spit.

He imagines Tony in one of those tight short dresses, his legs all exposed, wearing heels as well as rich red lipstick and—and stops before his blood can rush anywhere south.

“Yeah, thought so,” Tony smirks and proceeds to slam another spoonful of pudding into Bucky’s mouth. At this point Bucky doesn’t know if his face is red from embarrassment, horniness or almost chocking, but red it sure is.

“Where was I again? Ah right, so I waited for you to make a move, but had to face reality, that you’re just too chicken to do anything about your crush on me. Which is kind of ironic, because aren’t you supposed to be a feared assassin or something?”

Bucky’s brain officially short-circuits at that, because Tony did… what?

“Yes, yes, I figured out your little secret, keep up with the class, I don’t like repeating myself. So anyway, this is me—” another spoon makes its way down his throat— “asking you for a date, because you apparently weren’t going to.” And Tony smiles at him so brightly, Bucky is sure he could lighten an entire country.

Bucky holds his breath and waits to wake up, because this can’t be real, this must be a dream. But when after a while nothing happens, but Tony’s smile slowly falling apart and making room for an unsure expression, he asks, “A date?”

“Yup.”

“With me?”

“Preferably, yes.”

“Okay,” he croaks, so he doesn’t do something dumb like start crying from happiness for example or jump at Tony who’d crush under his weight.

“Okay?”

Bucky clears his throat. “Yes, okay. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Okay.” And back is that smile finally Bucky would like to kiss one day.

“Now that that is settled,” Tony digs into the pudding again (fucking hell, is that still not empty?), “how about a deal while I take care of you, since we have to wait until you have healed anyway before we can go anywhere: you tell me where Wilson has hidden Nat’s deluxe strap-on and I tell the rest of the team that you got your injuries from a heroic fight protecting civilians against a criminal. Hm, what do you think?” The glinting mischief in Tony’s eyes when he winks at Bucky is unmistakable.

Bucky thinks that this is the best day of his life.

[jettingtothemoon]

Too Much

➳ pairing: midoriya izuku x bakugou katsuki ➳ genre: pure filthy smut, fluff if you squint really, really hard ➳ warnings: smut, fingering, bdsm, slight voyeurism, anal, threesome(?), a bit of masturbation, oral, orgasm denial, over-stimulation, toys, rimming, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, safe word use ➳ word count: 4455 ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ summary and request: In which villain and hero deku give bakugou the fucking of his life.

Deku's villain counterpart showed up just over a week ago. Naturally, he was entrusted into the care of his hero counterpart. He could not be trusted although, it seemed as though he wanted to return to his own reality more than he wanted to create havoc in this one.

It was a quirk that brought him here. A quirk that could tear open a crack between realities. A crack that the villain Deku was pulled out of. Only, the villain that pulled him to this reality expected him to be the most powerful villain to live. Not a quirkless, trigger happy gangster. He was still a threat, sure, but without his quirk he wouldn't be able to do what was required of him. Not that he wanted to follow their orders anyway. In fact, when he couldn't force the villain who brought him here to send him back, he went off in search of this hero version of himself he had heard so much about.

He promised he would behave and, for the most part, he had. Although, he certainly loved to tease Bakugou and even made a few remarks about how he enjoyed seeing the two of them together. Funnily enough, it turned out that in this alternate reality which the villain Deku came from, there was some kind of forbidden romance between him and the hero Ground Zero. Obviously, Midoriya was a little more than annoyed to hear that he was a villain in this other reality but Bakugou was still a hero. Although, he was also relieved to hear that at the same time.

A week had passed and the heroes were close to finding a way to send him back to his own reality. Tonight would be his last spent with his hero self.

"You cannot be serious." Midoriya exclaimed.

His villain counterpart simply shrugged with a sly smirk, "You can't say you're not a least curious. I am you, you know. I know what you desire deep down. Even if a hero such as yourself would never admit to it."

"N-no. Kacchan wouldn't want it. I- I don't want it."

The villain raised an eyebrow, "You don't sound so sure."

"I- I am sure. I don't want to do that. I don't..." Midoriya sounded even more unsure the more he thought about it because, although a crazy idea, it was an intriguing one.

There was a sigh and the villain version of himself walked over to him with slow strides, "Come on hero. Surely I deserve a reward for playing nice and you know what, I think you deserve one for putting up with me this past week."

Midoriya sighed but, ultimately gave in with a subtle nod, "O-okay. But you can't hurt Kacchan and if he says he doesn't want to then we won't."

The villain grinned, "It's a deal."

It was already somewhat late and Bakugou was just getting out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel when the two Dekus approached him.

First, his boyfriend looked at him with a somewhat guilty expression and came in close to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"What's this about?" Bakugou asked, wondering what the two of them were planning.

The villain Deku approached as the other stepped back, pulling Bakugou into a kiss before speaking with a silky tone, "Don't worry about it Kacchan. Just let us take care of you."

The villain gently caressed his cheek before sliding his hand down completely and retracing it to gauge his reaction before going any further.

Both Dekus doubted that Bakugou would go along with this although the villain had more hope for it than the hero. They were both somewhat pleasantly surprised when Bakugou's confused face slowly nodded an okay.

He too was unsure about this but, although the other Deku was a villain, he was still Deku. He was still his boyfriend, just a different version of him and, if what he had said was really true, then they were still in some kind of relationship in his reality too.

The villain stepped back to allow the hero to approach again, gently easing Bakugou into this foreign feeling of having two pairs of the same eyes watching him hungrily. Midoriya pressed his soft lips against Bakugou's, mumbling a quiet 'Kacchan' against his lips as he pulled the towel from around his waist. They didn't break apart as Bakugou took the initiative and backed towards the bed, pulling Midoriya with him.

"Izuku, if he does one thing out of line I swear to fucking God-"

"I know, I know. It'll be alright. I won't let him hurt you. He won't do anything you don't want him to." Midoriya reassured him, knowing full well that Bakugou would deal with the villain himself if he stepped out of line but also that he would find comfort in his words nonetheless.

"Like I need to you protect me." Bakugou scoffed, although they both knew he didn't really mean his harsh words. His pride just wouldn't let him admit that hearing Midoriya say those words gave him any kind of comfort.

As soon as he finished, Bakugou pulled Midoriya to him, lacing his fingers in his hair as they kissed. They kissed for a while, almost forgetting about the other presence in the room until Midoriya began kissing down Bakugou's neck.

The villain was still standing there, clearly enjoying watching his other self and this reality's version of his own boyfriend as they continued to make out. He envied it. He wished that he and his own Kacchan could be like this, living together, holding one another whenever they wanted. In his reality, however, they were on opposite teams, destined to forever fight against each other. Not that it stopped them from meeting in secret to see each other out of the confinements of this hero society.

He watched each and every reaction his other self was pulling from Bakugou. His little groans, the way his fingers tightened on his hair as Midoriya nipped at his skin before taking his nipple into his mouth. All things his Bakugou did. This version of himself, the hero, was still him. Much like how the Kacchan before him was still the Kacchan he loved back at home. Different circumstances that lead to different outcomes for each of them but overall they were still the same people.

After a moment,  he began to grow impatient and, with a tap, pulled the hero off of him with a smirk.

"My turn."

Midoriya seemed hesitant once again but soon shook it to the side and allowed his other self to take over as he climbed over Bakugou.

"You seriously better behave yourself." Bakugou grumbled, trying to state his authority. 

The slight glare he held in his eyes was quickly snapped away when a finger harshly entered him.

"I don't think you understand how this is going to go, Kacchan. We're the one's in charge here so you better do as you're told. If you behave, maybe we'll treat you with the most mind-blowing sex you've ever had." The villain stated, slipping another finger inside as he started pumping.

Bakugou's face scrunched up but it was clear he was feeling it from the look of his stiffening cock.

"F- Fuck. Don't go in dry- Shit." He whined, letting out a sigh of relief when the fingers came out of him.

The green eyes above him only glowed darkly at him before he shoved his fingers into his mouth, "Well then, you better be a good boy and suck then."

Once again, Bakugou glared at this almost unrecognisable version of his boyfriend. Midoriya was gentle, he was always so affectionate and gentle. This one, this villain was not. However, when the bed sunk slightly behind him and he found his head being pulled up onto Midoriya's lap by those comforting, gentle hands, his glare faded and he did as he was told.

As he began to choke on the fingers in his mouth, Midoriya soothed him by stroking his hands through his damp hair and whispered out words of praise, "You're doing great Kacchan. Just a little more, okay?"

He hummed against the fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as he focused on wetting them enough for what was to come. A few more seconds and they were leaving his throat.

"There we go, nice and slippery." The villain announced before quickly shoving both digits back inside his ass.

He spared no time in stretching him out, scissoring his fingers inside as Bakugou came undone beneath him.

"Kacchan, are you okay?" Midoriya asked, voice full of concern as he drew his boyfriend's attention back to him.

"O- Of course I fucking am. I- It's just- agh -you." He moaned, back arching ever so slightly as the rough fingers inside him finally reached his prostate.

Midoriya smiled and leaned forward to lock lips with him once again, hoping to distract him from any pain he may be feeling lower down. When a third finger went in, he nearly bit down on Midoriya's tongue and had to quickly push him away to stop himself from doing so.

"Agh- Come- I'm going to come-" He choked out, back arching again as he neared his release.

That sweet release was quickly snatched from him, however, when a hand tightly wrapped around his erection, "No you're not. Not yet."

The villain continued to thrust his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling them out again, but he didn't once let go of the throbbing cock in his hand.

"What the fuck Deku?" Bakugou spat out, sitting up with a scowl.

"So we're back to that name are we?" The villain sighed, green eyes boring into the naked man before him.

Bakugou simply huffed and lied back down, knowing that this Deku was as stubborn as he was just from spending the past week with him.

The villain hummed for a moment, hand still tightly wrapped around Bakugou's cock as he decided what to do next. Midoriya was still focused on Bakugou, gently running his fingers through his hair as he soothed him once again.

"You have toys, right?"

The villain's words took both of them off guard but, before either Dekus could speak again, Bakugou answered, "Under the bed. In the black box."

Midoriya was surprised he told him straight away since he was still fussy about using toys when it was just the two of them and yet, here he was just blurting it out to this villain Deku as if he wanted him to get them. Then it dawned on him, maybe he did. Midoriya was usually the one having the toys used on him but occasionally Bakugou would let him use them on him too. This time, however, it seemed as though he needed them or at least, he needed something. Anything to earn him his release. It must hurt after all, that tight grip on such a sensitive area, the lack of ability to provide the sweet release he was so desperately craving.

"Look at you, who knew the great Ground Zero was such a little slut?"

Bakugou clenched his fist at his words but, although he was trying to act angry, the way his cock twitched said otherwise.

"Could you hold his hands, I don't want him touching himself while I rummage through what you've got in that box." The villain requested and, although unexpected, Midoriya quickly complied.

Bakugou looked up into his eyes as he held his wrists tightly, stopping him from doing what he had certainly been planning to do, and glared, "What the fuck Izuku?"

"Sorry Kacchan, just bear with it." His reassuring smile, although comforting, didn't help and Bakugou soon found himself pulling against him in hopes of releasing the pressure on his cock.

"I knew you two would have something fun under here." The villain announced, pulling a pile of things up onto the bed.

The first thing he did was fasten a cock ring around Bakugou's length to prevent him from getting the orgasm he so desperately needed.

"Get it the fuck off me, now!"

Midoriya simply shushed him, knowing that, should Bakugou really want them to stop, he knew what he needed to say. The two of them had a safe word and all he had to do was say it and all of this would be over. He knew that and yet, he settled for acting resistant when it was clear he was excited to see where this was going.

The villain Deku tutted with the shake of his head, green curls bouncing side to side, "What did I say about behaving? If you make this difficult for us we'll make this difficult for you."

Then, he picked up the next tool and chucked it up to Midoriya, "Tie him to the headboard would you?"

Midoriya picked the rope up and gave Bakugou one last gentle kiss before pulling his arms up and tying them above his head.

"Izuku-"

Another tender kiss met his lips before parting no more than an inch, "I know, just trust me."

He kissed him again and then climbed off of the bed to join his counterpart in sorting through the toys. The hero lied everything down neatly at the end of the bed, while the villain began fastening Bakugou's legs to the spread bar.

"There we go, nice and open. Look at all that precum, aren't you a little excited?" The villain teased, earning a smirk from his hero counterpart as he picked up their first instrument.

"Izuku..." Bakugou called out with an unusually quiet voice, drawing both of their attention to him as they worried whether he was really okay.

Midoriya quickly dropped the vibrator in his hand and climbed onto the bed, sitting just beside his boyfriend as his hand worriedly caressed his cheek, "Are you okay?"

Bakugou's expression seemed to soften for a moment before his face scrunched up again as he spat out, "Make sure he uses lube this time!"

"Don't worry Kacchan, I'm going to cover this thing in lube before I push it inside your pretty little hole." Villain Deku announced as he began coating the vibrator in that silky, see-through liquid.

Bakugou, once again felt his arousal stirring in his lower regions at the dirty talk. Izuku was never like this, he never spoke dirty or treated him roughly. He was always gentle and soothing. And yet, hearing those filthy words falling off of that tongue, his tongue, even it is wasn't really the same one, sent him over the edge in an entirely new way compared to the usual treatment he received.

Somehow, although he would never directly admit it, he was really enjoying this. If it ever got even a little rough between them, it was when he was on top. Izuku would squirm underneath him, hanging onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounded into him. Having the tables turned like this was an exciting experience Bakugou didn't know he needed until today.

Midoriya stayed sitting by his side, running his fingers delicately over his chest as they both awaited what was to come next. It was clear that the villain was going to be in charge of his lower regions for a while and so, Midoriya decided to tend to his upper half with his usual gentle gestures and touches.

"Here we go, all lubed up. Is your little twitching hole ready for something bigger?" Deku questioned with a smirk, his dark green eyes once again boring into Bakugou's skull.

When there was no answer, as if Bakugou expected to simply be given what he wanted without voicing it on his own, the villain sighed.

"It's not going in until you tell me you want it."

Bakugou snapped his head up and began to growl, "I'm not fucking begging."

Deku sighed and looked to his counterpart for help and so, the hero obliged. Bakugou's attention was drawn to the man next to him, the gentle Midoriya who's green eyes held a brightness the other's was missing.

"Can you tell us what you want? For me, please?"

Bakugou groaned and clenched his teeth, "Just- Hurry up and put it in."

That dark smirk returned, "Put what in, Kacchan? I need specifics, give me some details and maybe I'll grant your wish."

There was a few seconds of silence before Bakugou swallowed his pride and huffed, "I want you to ram the vibrator up my ass okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Such a fucking slut." The villain mocked before complying with his demands.

Bakugou sucked in a breath as his toes curled at the feeling of something so thick going in all at once, hitting his prostrate before even being turned on.

"You're doing great." Midoriya reassured as he punched his hair back and kissed his forehead tenderly.

When the vibrations began, clearly not on a merciful low setting, and Bakugou began to squirm, the villain unzipped his trousers and slipped a hand inside. As Bakugou grunted and groaned, the villain began pumping his own length. Midoriya was the first to notice since Bakugou was far to lost in the mix of pleasure and pain that was coursing through his body. However, when the villain began to groan out words of how sexy Bakugou looked right now, the latter scowled at him.

"F- Fuck off. S- Stop getting off on this." He stammered, eyes rolling back when he responded by simply turning the dial on the vibrator remote up.

Bakugou turned his head to Midoriya and pulled against the ropes that bound him to the bed, "Izuku. It- Fuck- It hurts."

Izuku ran his fingers through his hair, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead before rubbing the forming tears from Bakugou's eyes with his thumb.

"I know. You know what you have to say if you want us to stop." He spoke reassuringly, reminding Bakugou that this would all end the moment he uttered their safeword if he wished it so.

However, he just shook his head, "N- No. I'm fine. Just- let me come, please."

Midoriya's eyes softened and, while the villain continued to slowly tend to himself whilst watching Bakugou come completely undone by the vibrator, he took the cock ring off and Bakugou instantly came all over his stomach.

The villain tsked, "What did you do that for?"

Before he could get an answer, Midoriya also pulled the vibrator out but, rather than allowing Bakugou a moment to breathe, he replaced the toy with his tongue. Although, it didn't push inside him at first and just rimmed around the outside.

"I like your thinking." The villain smirked, noticing Bakugou already hardening again.

And so, he zipped his trousers up and walked around the bed, sitting himself down beside Bakugou, who was clearly already seeing stars.

He reached up, running his hands through Bakugou's hair with a roughness that distinguished him from those soft touches from before, "Don't worry Kacchan, we'll take good care of you."

Having Midoriya rimming him was already sending him over the edge, especially when his tongue finally pushed past the muscle of his arsehole, but having Deku blowing his half-hard dick at the same time was what finally had the over-stimulation getting to him.

"F- Fuck. That- that's too much... It's too much." Bakugou whimpered, throwing his head back against the pillow as he pulled hard against his restraints.

Despite his pleads, neither of them stopped, not until he cried out, "Armadillo."

Midoriya stopped instantly, pulling his tongue out as his head snapped up to look at Bakugou. He used his strength to pull the villain off of him and, although the latter seemed startled at first, he soon realised why.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt? We'll stop this right here, right now." Izuku mumbled away, wiping Bakugou's tear-stained cheeks as he searched his eyes for any signs of serious discomfort.

As he began to untie his arms, allowing Bakugou to rub the sore skin around his wrists, the blonde shook his head.

"N- No. I'm alright. I just- I just needed a break. Sorry."

Midoriya had him in his arms in an instant as the villain came to sit beside them with a chuckle, "Funny safe word."

"Yeah? Well, what's yours?" Bakugou snapped, returning to his usual self.

The villain sighed and looked down, already knowing Bakugou was simply going to laugh, "Sweet potato."

Of course, as expected, Bakugou creased up although he still didn't remove himself from Midoriya's cradling arms. 

Once the laughter had stopped, the villain locked eyes with Bakugou and asked, "So, Kacchan, are you ready to get back to it?"

"Of course I am. Are you?" Bakugou, although clearly still not quite over the previous stimulation, challenged when maybe he shouldn't have.

The villain's eyes only darkened as he pulled Bakugou from Midoriya's comforting arms so that he was now beneath him. They hadn't untied him from the spread bar so there was nothing he could do when a fully erect cock was buried deep inside him.

Bakugou sucked in a breath, all former cockiness leaving him the moment the villain began to thrust into him.

"Shit- Fuck- That, that actually feels good." Bakugou moaned out, using his now free hands to reach for Midoriya, pulling him to him so that they could lock lips.

"You're so tight. I knew pushing you over your limit would only make this better." Deku groaned out as his thrusts grew faster.

Bakugou bounced against the bed, rocking backwards and forwards as he was roughly pounded into.

"Izuku." He simpered, hands pulling at Midoriya's hair as they continued to furiously make out.

Midoriya reached down, taking Bakugou's length in his hand to work him to his second orgasm of the night. He was still oversensitive from before so it didn't take long until he was moaning into Midoriya's mouth as he came undone in his hand.

"F- Fuck." The villain groaned, pulling out as he came all over Bakugou's stomach, only adding to the pile of dying cum on his abdomen.

When Deku regained his posture, and put his dick back in his pants, he chuckled, "Did you know you squeeze my cock harder when you come?"

Even Midoriya blushed at his words, knowing them to be true but he himself had never actually voiced that to Bakugou before. Then, he kiss Kacchan one last time and went to climb off of the bed, "Let's get you cleaned up."

But, a hand pulled him back down, "Where do you think you're going? I still want you."

Bakugou's voice was like honey and somehow more composed than expected, although more breathy than usual.

Midoriya's eyes widened, "Y- You do? After all of that I thought you'd be worn out."

"Not yet, I want- I need you, Izuku." Bakugou reassured, pulling Midoriya even closer.

When the villain released his legs, giving him more freedom, he pulled Izuku between his legs and wrapped them around him.

"But aren't you tired? I don't want you to push yourself. You've already used the safe word once and-"

"Shut up and fuck me." Bakugou whispered into his ear, noticing the way Izuku instantly blushed a bright red.

"O- Okay."

With that, his hand was moving his trousers so that his cock could come out enough for what they were about to do and, after looking into Bakugou's eyes for any sign that he wanted to stop, he lined himself up. When he found no such sign, he slowly pushed himself in.

They both groaned at the feeling but Bakugou only dug his heels into his back, forcing him to go deeper within him. Before he started to move, Midoriya kissed Bakugou so softly and brushed the matted hair off of his forehead.

"Can I move?"

"Don't fucking ask."

His pace started off slow and gentle, in fact, it stayed that way. He sped up a little but not a lot. He knew that Kacchan was well past his limit so he wanted to be even more gentle than usual. He was being careful and fuelling each thrust with love. He sunk in and then, slowly pulled back out only to push his full length in once again.

Bakugou's hands held onto his shoulder blades, feeling them flex with the rest of his back muscles as he continued to move his hips.

As they made love, they almost forgot about the other presence in the room. Almost. Of course, he had to ruin it. Or maybe, he made it better?

"Well aren't you two cute? Come on hero, fuck him hard. He can take it."

Despite his counterparts words, Midoriya continued to be gentle. He didn't care what anyone else said, even if it was technically him saying it. All he cared about was Kacchan and that he was feeling good.

A hand moved up into his curly green hair and Kacchan groaned, "T- Touch the front too, please."

And so, he did.

Everything he was doing was to make Bakugou feel good, much as the villain had done earlier, just in a different way. Bakugou would have been able to take another rough fucking, sure, but he preferred this. After all of that, he needed his Izuku to take care of him. To treat him gently, to show him the love he wanted, to give him the praise he needed.

"You're doing so well Kacchan." Midoriya moaned, thumb slipping over the slit of his cock before slipping back down his shaft once again, "This is the last time. After this we'll wash up and cuddle up in bed."

That sounded nice. Cuddling up with Izuku as they drifted off to sleep. He was a great source of warmth, not to mention the perfect body pillow. He was looking forward to how he would run his fingers so soothingly through his hair. He was also looking forward to Izuku looking after him and his sore ass for the next few days while he recovered from tonight's events.

But right now, he was focused on the cock in his ass and the sensation of his third orgasm building up.

"Izuku- I'm going to come. I want you to- to come inside."

Midoriya didn't need to be told twice and, after a few more thrusts, they both came. Midoriya pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside him, panting heavily as he caught his breath.

"So? How was it?" The villain Deku inquired, tapping his foot as he waited for an answer.

Bakugou looked up at the ceiling and breathed, "Mind-blowing."

[duhliriouss]

Joker Headcanon:

After Care - After Sex

Request: Hey love :) are you able to do a head cannon on Arthur/Joker's after care and what he would do for you/with you after sex?

A/N: @thirstforfleck okay and here is Joker’s. I’m sorry if I didn’t add in as much aftercares as Arthur’s :( I hope it was enough! enjoy 💜 For everyone else possibly wondering, Arthur’s version is in a different post. Link Below.

Arthur Headcanon: After Care - After Sex

Joker:

Joker was the kind of man that got what he wanted when he wanted it. And nothing could stand in his way.. Especially when it came to you. His obsession with you started before his transition into Joker, but once that transition became a reality, most of his thoughts and decisions revolved around your wellbeing in a more sinacle and overprotective way.

Joker is also unpredictable. You understand Arthur a lot more.. but with Joker it’s always a thrill. Sexual or not, You never know what he will say or do next. He kept you on toes constantly. And you haven’t seen Arthur in a very long time.

With all that being said, sex was also very unpredictable. It was always different and almost always on his terms. You want to get fucked during a time joker is not advancing on you? Or maybe he’s been too busy being the clown prince of crime to focus on your needs? You will have to ask and hopefully you’ve been a good kitten.

Being with Joker has rubbed off on you In a way you never expected. Joker got off on your sweet innocence when he first transitioned. He had ideas for you from the getco that has made you quite the little monster. He loves and adores his sweet chaotic creation. But since he was so unpredictable, he would still find your innocence hidden in other aspects, and he loved nothing more than to rip it out and replace it with pure insanity.

His unpredictable behavior had its way with how he took care of you after fucking you. It all depended on many things.

Anger: You and Joker didn’t get along all the time. And it has left lots of sexual tension between the two of you. When Joker was angry the only release he could find was on you. If his anger was because of you.. love bruises, cuts, blood and wounds was his way of puting you in your place. He secretly knows you love it however. You made it obvious when you would spit your own blood in his face with a mischievous smile stretched across your own. Or else he wouldn’t dare hurt you as badly. Angry sex was the favorite between the both of you. Once you were done and a bloody shivering mess filled with his ownership, his demeanor would change into complete and utter seriousness.

“Come here kitten” he would say patting at his own chest. You’d lean forward with the tiny amount of energy you have left. He would scoop you effortlessly and carry your naked and used body to the bathroom, placing you gently in the tub. He would fill the tub up with piping hot water and lean over on his knees to clean the cuts and blood generously from your frail frame. “You need to stop being so resentful my dear, when will you learn?”

Pure lust: Joker tends to want you at the most random of times. And it’s nothing but out of pure lust. Watching you dance, watching you walk by in your short dresses he made you wear, watching you shoot a gun or kill somebody. it drove him crazy and gave him lots of malcious ideas. These were the times where he had his way with you. Leaving you somewhat gentle marks of ownership, teasing you and watching you beg beneith or against him. After coming down from the high of your orgasms, Joker would usually pull you into his lap and shower you with kisses. Laughing and giggling in each other’s presence. Then placing you down carefully, would he dress you in a oversized old t shirt of his and pulling your undies back up underneath. Lots of times he would make his way over to the radio and put on some music. He would dance his way back over to your entranced expression and pull you back into his lap, placing a cigarette against your lips, lighting it for you before placing one between his own. He would switch the tv on and hold you by your hips to keep you in place as you both watched whatever was on.

Passion: Joker wasn’t always cold In the heart. He still held love and warmness that he only showed to you. You would see this side of him when he saw you cry. When he saw you hurt or if you were actually upset by something he did. His expressions would turn to concern and the warmness would twinkle in his green eyes. This is closest you got to Arthur. And when you made love im these moods, only then he treated you as the delicate princess you were. He took these times to explore your body with his rough hands. Memorizing every dune, mountain and valley of your canvas. It was all about you. And after he would bring you to your beautiful waves of release, he would bring you in to his body. Your back against his vest, taking his dress coat that he still wore and cover your naked frame. Both cacooned in his jacket, his voice will softly crack as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“My beautiful little clown princess” his voice cracking, tracing his calloused fingers on the grease paint that he left all over your face and neck.

“ would my sweetheart like a glass of wine to get the taste of me out her mouth?”

“Yes please, could tell me another story tonight too?”

“Of course” he cooed, smiling devilishly. Nights like these Joker would replay stories of the people hes killed for you. Or people he’s killed in general. You never knew If some of them were true or if he was making them up on the spot. You didn’t care. You just wanted to listen to him talk oh so passionately. Pride in his voice waiting in aticipation to see your wowed expressions. God he loved it. When the stories got too dark for you, he would throw a couple dry jokes in once in awhile during his tellings, making you chuckle.

[qrbie]

The Masterlist

Hey. I know it’s been ages since my last fic rec, but my motivation is slowly building again and I think I’m going to have a big one coming up soon. Meanwhile, I tossed a ton onto @0nceuponafanfic, so she might have something brewing for y’all. Anyways, I’ve been updating this thing, so if you ever need a pile to fall back on when I’m MIA, here you go!

Please tell me if I’m missing something, like a trigger warning or a link to someone’s Tumblr. Also don’t be afraid to rec me your favorite fics or even your own fics! I wanna see them. If you want to request fic recs, I’m open for those too! Even if you don’t have fics or even a specific purpose, come to my inbox and mess around. I’m bored and want human interaction.

‘allo people! yeah yeah yeah It’s been AGES since the last update so I’mma dump some new fics into here soon. I’m also gonna fix up the organization a bit. so sayonara and see ya later!

As always, stay hydrated!

Happy pride, everyone!

Last updated 6/23

1-Chapter bits of fluff or angst or something else

one hell of a hook | A TodoBaku fic... but don’t let that drive you away! This is an amazing fic, so please give it a try before you judge.

Mafia Au | What if Present Mic was a yakuza boss and Aizawa was a spy? (There’s a lot more to this, including a lot more art, over at @nartothelar‘s blog)

UA Music Conservatory | a series of one-shots in an AU where UA is actually a music school.

Silent Shadow | has the potential to evolve into something bigger. Nomu!Midoriya is Kurogiri’s protege. So cool.

Present Mic’s Awesome Mixtape 2.0 | Aizawa doesn’t like any kind of music. Shocking, right? After discovering this, Yamada has a new goal. Find a type of music Aizawa likes.

cultivating something so divine | Vet!Kiribaku, with so much fluff and animals and mutual pining that even the hardest of hearts can be softened.

The story of how Midoriya Izuku won the Sport Festival | I love a good dose of Crack Treated Seriously, and here’s some.

Trash Goblin Finds Love | “Bakugou. This is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.”

president of the krbk club | Whenever something exciting happens, what does Midoriya do? Whip out his notebooks, of course. So what happens when Bakugou isn’t pushing Kirishima away?

It's Hard to Get Past Some Things | Whenever Midoriya’s drunk, Todoroki’s his designated caretaker. What happens when drunk Midoriya decides to talk about kids (or pups, whatever)? (A/B/O)

it's just the little things | Bakugou’s interactions over the years (stealing from the official summary here)

The Knock-On Effect | There’s only a couple types of knocks that Bakugou likes. Kirishima’s knocks in the middle of the night are one of them.

Smile for me, would you? | Unlike the rest of us, Present Mics has goals, and actually follows through with them. This goal? Make his neighbor, Shouta Aizawa, smile.

Shadowed Soul, Electric Eyes (We'll Be Okay) | What if Tokoyami and Kaminari, people with completely different quirks, got quirk-swapped?

A Matter of Pride | How everyone in BNHA came out. That’s it. It’s so fluffy, though.

firedancer | Unlike the rest of these, this one has the tiniest bit of angst. So little you’d need a microscope, though. Whenever someone falls in love, romantically, platonically, or any other way, a flower appears on their skin. Kirishima has a ton of flowers, but where are Bakugou’s?

A Mile in New Shoes (and A Mile Too Far) | Artist!Bakugou is invited to his first house party... Luckily he has three guys showing him around.

Boy things | Ashido loves her friends, but sometimes it gets lonely being the only girl in the Bakusquad. Good thing they understand!

come home to me | Kiribaku might’ve gotten a telepathic connection... There’s so much fluff in this one!

one to ten | Kirishima wants to date Bakugou, but he’s gotta climb the ladder of friendship first!

Get Mad! | Bakugou teaches Eri how to cope, and Eri returns the favor.

bakugatsu | Yeah, I know this is 20 chapters long, but it’s basically 20 drabbles compiled together by the amazing wonhaebunny!

a mix of six | Probably my favorite series of all time, no matter the fandom. What happens when Aizawa and Hizashi adopt Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and Eri?

KiriBaku Week 2020 | A series by PoorUnfortunateSoul - full of fluff!

Safety In Numbers | A little bit of fluff and a lot of parental Erasermic.

Multi-chapter Stories

How To Get Adopted Without Letting Your Dad Know He's Adopting You, A Guide By Class 1-A | Good old fashioned school fluff. (WIP)

Dandelion | No masterlist is complete without at least one fic from the legendary Broken Realities, right? So here’s @owlf45‘s fic... (there’s a lot more! Check out the Broken Realities Collection on Ao3 for at least some of them... I bet there’s a lot more floating around.) (WIP)

Phosphenes | A Naruto/BNHA crossover, Mina is reborn from Naruto, and learns to navigate life even with such a big burden on her shoulders. (WIP)

Flour Power | Kirishima and Bakugou are supposed to take care of a sack of flour for a school project. What could go wrong?

Not really a villain, but close enough | “Aizawa didn't expect the raid to go so well. he didn't expect the informant to be so useful and well-mannered. who was hi kidding? Aizawa didn't expect the informant to be a kid. but the green-eyed boy cuffed to the interrogation table was wiling to help, and Aizawa wasn't one to look the gift horse in the mouth“ (WIP)

green haze | Vigilante!Midoriya is known as the Green Haze, a vigilante, Eraserhead’s supposed to capture. Shenanigans happen.

2am Knows All Secrets | One of those classic Kiribaku fics that trickle through the ranks. Lots of fluff, with good ol’ tropes like sharing a bed and mutual pining and Good Friends, and-it’s great.

The life of a hero | Such a good series. It’s so amazing. It gives angst and pain but then soothes it over with fluff, but then it tears you apart... and then it gives you life... a great read.

The Last Resort | This is basically pure angst. It’s so painful, but it’s such a good story... Shinsou was sold as a young child to a yakuza. This yakuza would rent out people for their quirks... This is an amazing read, but don’t expect any fluff from this. (Check the tags! WIP)

¥300 Shampoo | When Aizawa’s working on a book at the cafe, he certainly doesn’t expect someone pulling his hair. He definitely doesn’t expect getting a free haircut out of it, either.

quote love unquote | Take the official summary “When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.”

lovin is easy | Blasty doesn’t get “feelings,” so here’s five times Bakugou doesn’t get love and one time he does. (WIP)

The Empath & The Mind Reader | Bakugou is a mind reader, and Kirishima is a empath. If both of them can literally know what the other person’s feeling/thinking, why are they still dancing around each other? (WIP, Contains smut, Anxiety attacks)

and finally I see the world in color (the violet stands out, thanks to you) | This fic deserves a LOT more than just 76 kudos. Sometimes people miss out on amazing fics just because it’s a femslash. Momojirou, where Yaoyaorozu is a businesslady who is bored with her life and everything else, until she happens upon the rambunctious band Dark Shadow. Seriously, please read this! (WIP)

Behind The Scenes | A KiriBaku actor AU. What happens when you start falling for your co-star - and your on-screen love interest? (WIP, It’s rated E for smut, but there isn’t any yet)

We Didn't Start the Fire | What if Touya decided to make something out of himself instead of becoming a villain? This is amazing, by the way. (WIP)

it seems i'm never letting go | Here’s how I summarized it to myself... “Koi no yokan... will Blasty experience it? (His sister left)” By the way, koi no yokan is basically love at first sight, Japanese-style. (WIP)

Lips Like Blood | What happens when Bakugou, a mage, falls in love with the one person who can’t love him back? (WIP)

Charm Me, Loser | A Hogwarts AU that has no right being that ingenius and amazing. My only problem with it is sorta small... There’s already a wizarding school in Japan... Why aren’t they going there? (WIP)

Gotta Get Away | Tsuyu and Bakugou are out getting some new hero merch together because of the new buddy system at UA. What happens when they’re mistaken for a couple? (WIP)

Opposed to the Typical | A fashion AU. This is ridiculously good. It feels like the author was actually in the Japanese fashion industry! (WIP, smut, past child abuse, mental health issues)

One Day at a Time | Pretty genius idea, actually. Bakugou and Uraraka are trapped in what is essentially a time-speeder-upper. What’s going to be a day for their classmates is going to be a year for them. What will they do in that year together? (WIP, it’s rated Mature but it’s pretty innocent so far)

The UA Quarantine Collection | Basically, a bunch of authors got together and made a ton of one-shots of what Class 1A is doing in quarentine. Technically it isn’t a coherent story, but I’m counting it as one. There’s two versions, a clean version and a version with all the smutty bits. The smutty one’s the second story in the series. This one’s linked to the clean one. (WIP)

Midoriya Fuckin' Izuku | This is an amazing fic! It has a ton of TWs, though. Make sure to read the tags before starting it! (WIP)

Seeing Double | A very good, and very long, fantasy AU. (WIP, smut)

Broken, but Still Good | Bakugou was rescued, after four years, from an illegal alpha fighting ring. Can Kirishima, a beta, help him back to society? Pay attention to the tags. (WIP, A/B/O)

Broken Wings | Kirishima’s a dragon who was rescued from the dragon slave trade by the mysterious Bakugou Katsuki, I don’t know what else to say. (WIP)

The Roast of Class 2-A | Have a crackfic. (WIP)

The Space Between | Midoriya’s a photojournalist who is just starting out. One fateful night, he goes to photograph the Antiheros in concert. (WIP, mild smut)

A Fissile Family | Bakugou’s been kidnapped by the League of Villains again. They’re actually sorta a weird family. (WIP)

Mochi Mochi | Just take the official summary. “Ochako never saw a problem with DM-ing an internationally known actor her grocery lists, absolutely certain that he'd never see them. That is—until he replies. And who the hell does he think he is to tell her mochi isn't real food?”

Green as the Leaves, and Red as a Rose | A TodoDeku flower shop AU. (WIP)

remember my name | Post-UA, Bakugou realizes that some things are for forever.

Blinding Shapes | What happens when soulmates, a blind abstract artist and a burnt out barista meet?

a heart swelled to bursting | Mind the tags, here. Training camp part 2 for Class 2A. (WIP)

manly man falls for manliest man | What happens when businessman!Kirishima meets his idol, and maybe biggest celebrity crush ever, actor!Bakugou? (Smut)

Miscellaneous Stuff From Other Fandoms

I have some Harry Potter fics lying around somewhere, so I’m going to add those later.

Stucco Hearts | One of my absolute favorite soulmate fics ever, from Percy Jackson.

Christmas and Chill | A old series I sorta just came across again from PJO.

The Florist and the Punk | Maybe another old series from PJO.

Hearts Need Love | Keep an eye on the tags! This is my favorite PJO fic of all time.

Our Songs | It’s good if I spent half an hour trying to find it again. It’s a Solangelo songfic.

Some random writers I recommend (A lot more coming along-I’m in the middle of a ton of different fics right now)

aloneintherain | @captainkirkk

wonhaebunny | @wonhaebunny

rosedvst

Sif (Rosae) | @intothedarknessigo

kiritime

sinderellaa

aloera | @aloera

Argentina | @junepixel

KuriKuri | @letaizawarest

[kaitycole]

A Year After: Sawyer

Summary: What happens in the 365 days since Morgan left Sweetridge for her dream job in Boston.

Word Count: 2629

Pairing: Sawyer x Morgan (F) (Past tense) Sawyer x ???

Rating: PG-13, there’s smut but it’s pretty tamed

Tag List: @desiree—1986​ @kacie-0156​ @shakespeareanwannabe​

A/N: This is the second part which follows Sawyer once Morgan leaves.

P.S. This is prior to me reading Book Two as well as a modified ending to Book One.

“I….”

“Seriously? Did everything that’s happened the last few weeks mean so little to you?”

“No! Sawyer, I couldn’t say goodbye because the last few weeks have meant everything to me! All last night, I kept trying to find the right moment to tell you, but every time…I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Sawyer shakes his head repeatedly, “I just don’t believe it. You could’ve said something when we snuck off, before we…we…”

He doesn’t finish his statement, he just turns away from her, hopping back up on his horse.

“Sawyer…”

“Hope that job gives you everything you want, Morgan.”

She watches as he taps the horse’s side, causing his horse to start walking back up to the ranch. Getting back in the car, she looks back at the Oakley’s, Cliff patting his son’s shoulder as he walks into the house.

I’m doing the right thing, right? This is what I’ve been working towards for years.

“Alright Spike, let’s go.” She looks over to at the cactus, but for some reason she gets the feeling that if it could, it would give her a disapproving look.

Fall

“What did you expect, Sawyer? She was just passin’ through and you barely knew each other.” Duke starts on his lecture as Sawyer aggressively shovels hay in the barn.

It has been three months since Morgan left, taking that fancy schmancy job in Boston, leaving the Montana gang behind her. But based off Sawyer’s behavior, you’d have thought that she left yesterday. Duke has never seen his brother this low over a girl before, sure he had a few interests in high school that ended, but this was different.

He props the shovel up against the wall before sitting on the floor. He runs his hands through his hair after sitting his hat on his knee.

“I guess I just thought she meant what she said.”

“I know it’s hard, but it does get easier, Sawyer.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.” Standing up, he kicks the ground before walking out of the barn, not really feeling any better from his brother’s version of a pep talk.

Later that night, Sawyer let’s Juliette and Curly convince him to join their bonfire. Dallas and Jo are already there when they finally walk up.

“Hey y’all!” Juliette says as they all sit around the fire, seeing Sawyer looking at the spot that had been Morgan’s not so long ago.

“Are you excited for Smalltown, USA to come?” Jo says, trying to break the awkward silence.

“I think it will be a big thing for Sweetridge. Help put us more on the map,” Curly shrugs.

“What about you, Sawyer?”

“If it’s fixin’ to end like the last time a stranger came here, stayed and then just up and left, I think I’ll pass.” He pushes himself up and walks away.

“Morgan leaving really tore him up, didn’t it?” Jo asks as Juliette nods.

“I’ve never seen him this upset before, but you can’t blame him. Her leaving threw us all for a loop.”

“Should one of us go talk to him?” Curly asks, hating seeing a friend so upset.

“He’s not ready for help. But when he is, he’ll come askin’.”

*                      *

He finds himself driving with no real destination. Constantly flipping through the stations to try and find something to stop on. Every song so far has been one they listened to, reminded him of her or that she loved.

I've changed the presets to my truck,

                    So those old songs don't sneak up.

                                            But they still find me

                                                                   And remind me

                                                                                Yeah you come back that easy

He slams on his breaks, pulling his truck over to the side of the road before he slams his palms against the steering wheel. He assaults the steering wheel some more, before he screams, “Fuck!”

Sawyer takes a deep breath, pulling himself together even though the tears on his cheeks show that he’s actually falling apart.

“Come back Morgan, come back to me,” his voice is low, almost a whisper, “Please.” His voice cracks as a sob escapes.

Winter

The Oakley’s, Mendoza’s and friends are all gathered together, watching their episode of the reality TV show.

“We can clearly see who the main character of this episode is,” Juliette jokes, nudging Sawyer’s shoulder with her knee since he was sitting on the floor in front of her.

“I’m just flaunting what my Momma gave me,” he playfully shrugs.

“I really hope we don’t get an influx of people moving in. I’d hate for the smalltown charm to be taken over.” Asha says, “Tourists I’m fine with. Residents, not so much.”

“I can agree with that,” Cliff said.

“You think Morgan is watching this?” Curly says, slightly hopeful.

Almost everyone gives him a dirty look before hearing Sawyer sigh, “If she was ever the girl I thought I knew, I’d say she is. She has to miss y’all.”

Juliette rubs his shoulder, “She misses you too, Sawyer.”

He shrugs, standing up, “Yeah, I don’t know about all that. ‘Scuse me, I need some air.”

Juliette follows Sawyer outside, “She’d be a fool not to think about you.”

He shakes his head, “The only fool is me, thinking that what she and I had was anything more than some fling.”

She wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Their friendship was the perfect solace for Sawyer, Juliette didn’t demand anything back but for his support when she needed it and help when she found herself in trouble.

He winces, her brow knits as she gently slides his shirt up, revealing dark purple bruises, “Ohmygod! Sawyer what is that!”

“Looks like a bruise to me,” was not the proper response he learned when she swatted his arm, “I got roughed up training for the rodeo.”

“What!?! I didn’t know you were training.”

“I just needed something to do to get her out of my head.”

“By the looks of this, she’s still in your head.” Her fingertips gently rub over the bruises.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to the top of her head. He takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent. They’ve never walked so close to the edge before. They were friends, that’s all. Sure, they were each other’s better half, but that’s just what best friends right?

“Jules ,” he whispers as he pulls her chin up towards him. He presses his lip to her, trying to find comfort, find what he’s been missing since Morgan left, but he doesn’t.

“Sawyer,” she pushes him away slightly. Looking at his face, she sees pure guilt. She places a hand on his cheek, giving him a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry.” He kicks the dirt at his feet.

“I’m not mad, but that isn’t how you’re gonna get over this.”

“I know.” He shoves his hands in his pockets.

She loops her arm with his, “Let’s go drink, huh? Oh, and Sawyer?”

“Yeah?”

“You ain’t half bad at kissing.”

Spring

“And the winner is Dick Mullagen, with a score of 86!” The crowd is a mix of cheering and boos after the announcer give the name of the winner.

“That’s a bunch of horse manure if you ask me,” Curly says, “He had that one in the bag!”

“Hey, here he comes,” Jo says as Sawyer walks over to the group.

“Just need a little more practice, is all,” Cliff says, patting his son on the back of his shoulder, “I’m still proud of you, son.”

“Thanks dad.” Sawyer smiles, it’s the first sincere smile he’s worn since Morgan left.

“Hey Oakley,” Dick yells from behind him, “I’d say better next time, but we all know I’ll win.”

Sawyer rolls his eyes.

“Do you think his mother knew he was going to be a total dick or that he became a dick because that’s his name?” Dallas asks, causing the whole group to erupt in laughter.

*                      *

“You done training for the day, Oakley?”

He pulls on Dolly’s harness, stopping her before looking over at Juliette. She was carrying a pitcher of lemonade. He hops off his horse and joins her for a glass.

“Refreshing, Mendoza.” He winks at her.

The two have seemingly moved passed the kiss they shared, but each would be lying if they said they weren’t thinking about it. A few touches lingered, cheeks blush and late nights lasted longer.

They weren’t going to overstep the wall between friends and more than friends again because they couldn’t. Not because of the feud or that they were being stubborn. Sawyer knew Juliette, she was his best friend, and she deserved someone who would give her the world. Sawyer knew he couldn’t give her that, right now she’d just be a rebound, something she never deserved to be for anyone.

But he wouldn’t say no to some harmless flirting.

“How are you feeling nowadays? You haven’t mentioned her lately?” Juliette says, sitting next to him.

“Better. I think I just needed to find what made me happy again.” He sighs, “I still miss her though. It just doesn’t hurt as badly.”

“As long as it’s not destroying you, it’s completely normal.”

He sighs, leaning his head on her shoulder, “Is it wrong that if given the chance, I’d want to try again with her?”

“Nope. Not at all. As long as you don’t lose yourself.” She tilts her head, resting it on his, “I’ll be here for you, every step of the way.”

Summer

Sawyer wipes the sweat from his brow before placing his hat back on. Dolly trotted up to him, nudging him with her snout.

“You want a treat, girl?” Sawyer chuckles.

“Neiigghh!” The horse exclaims before chopping down on the carrot Sawyer holds out for her.

“We have another busy day today, Dolly.”

The horse’s demeanor changes, her ears duck down and she shakes her head.

“I know girl. But you’ll get extra carrots, how’s that?” Sawyer rubs the mare’s neck. She seems okay with this exchange and trots off before he can change the deal.

Shaking his head, he laughs before he hears a high pitch squeal and turns to see Brit. He puts on a smile, not his typical charming one, but a smile nevertheless.

“Sawyer!” She throws her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.

“Hey Brit. You ready?”

“Of course!” She steps back and does a twirl, “Like my outfit?”

Sawyer looks down the slender blonde’s outfit, it was once again not an appropriate one, but she never listened to him. She has on a strappy short sundress with brand new cowboy boots. Clearly, they were bought when she first met Sawyer. Her long blonde hair was braided and tossed to the side.

“You look nice, Brit.” He bites the inside of his lip. Sawyer gathers up a horse for her and whistles for Dolly to join them.

After exerting little effort, she pokes out her lip and stomps her foot, “Sawyeerrr!” She whines, “I need help!”

He walks over to her, holding the top of the saddle and has his hand on her back, “Just step up and then swing your leg over.”

“Yay! I did it!” She squeals.

“You sure did,” he walks over to Dolly, who just stares at him. He lowers his voice, “oh hush.”

Once he is on Dolly, the two of them begin riding around the field.

*                      *

“I really enjoyed today, Sawyer,” Brit says before they stop and he hops off.

“I’m glad that you did. You’re getting a lot better.” He places his hand on her lower back to help her get down.

“I’m even better at riding in other ways,” she gives him a flirtatious smile as his face turns completely red.

“Now Miss Brit, that’s no way for a lady to talk.”

She tosses her head back, laughing, “If you’d let me, I’d show you I’m not lady.” She places her hand on his arm, letting it linger against his muscles.

“Same time tomorrow, Cowboy?”

“Same time tomorrow,” he tips his hat towards her before she walks away from him.

Reaching down, he grabs a carrot for each mare before he hears Curly yell, “Morgan, wait!”

He snaps his head in their direction, “Morgan?” He drops the carrot, much to Dolly’s dismay and runs after her.

“Morgan! Morgan, stop!” He shouts, pushing himself to run faster. “Wait!” He hits him palms on the hood of her car, almost daring her to drive off.

“Sawyer, move please.”

“Not until you talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to say,” her voice cracks, the tears falling.

“Get out of the car, please.”

“Just move, let me go.”

“Get out of the car, dammit!”

With a small huff, she gets out of the driver’s side before he walks over and stands in front of her.

“Don’t you have some blonde to get back to,” her voice is sharp.

He chuckles, “You mean Brit? Jealous?”

“As if. She looks as smart as that fence post.”

He chuckles again before explaining to her what Brit was doing at the ranch. That ever since Smalltown, USA aired the episode on Sweetridge, that tons of people came to the Oakley ranch for horseback riding lessons. How his brother sold him out since the women would pay extra for Sawyer to teach them.

She looked up at him completely embarrassed, her face burning red while her mouth once again went dry.

“I’m sure that’s not why you came back here though.” He has one hand pressed against the car by her head while the other hangs by his side “Why’d you come back, Morgan?”

Sawyer would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad she was back. That he had dreamed of this moment for a whole year now. But he was trying so hard to not let himself go there, he couldn’t go through that pain again.

“You.” Her voice in low, raw from the emotions flooding over her.

He leans into her, a huge smile on his face, “What was that?”

Looking up, she catches the look in his eye. It was the same look she’s had since leaving Boston the second time. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into her because she presses her lips to his. He wraps his arms around her waist, pushing her into him, deepening the kiss.

“Sawyer,” she moans, feeling him kiss down her neck.

“Oh, get a room, would ya!” Curly and Juliette yell at the couple.

“That’s not a bad idea,” she winks as he picks her up, “Then let’s go.”

*                      *

Morgan has her head resting on Sawyer’s chest, one of his arms wrapped around her. They lay there, wrapped in nothing but each other and a thin sheet.

“Morgan,” his breathing is slow, she swore he had fallen asleep.

“Yes?”

“What about Boston?” He feels her stiffen next to him, “I can’t do this again if you’re just gonna leave.”

She sits up, looking over at him, “I quit.”

“You quit?”

“I left Boston for good. I quit my job. I came here…for you. For us.” She takes a deep breath, “That is, if you’ll take me back.”

He runs his finger through his hair as he sits up, “Morgan, I…I don’t want you to regret leaving Boston.”

“I went there, I was miserable without you.” She straddles his lap, “I want to be here. With you.”

He chuckles as she reaches over and placing his black hat on her head, “What on earth are you doing?”

“If I’m going to stay here, I think I need a refresher course on riding,” she winks just before he pulls her into his chest and kisses her, “And I hear you’re the perfect teacher.”

[edbxnes]

( tyler posey, twenty-one, cis-male ) my goodness, is edgar bones back? it’s been a few years since the half blood (adopted) has been around the castle, but i’d recognize him anywhere. rumor has it the seventh year spent the past few years aligned with the order. they’re still diplomatic & amiable and overworked & unresolved, though. and the gryffindor still reminds me of shrugging on a comfortably worn jacket; glasses tucked into a pocket, forgotten; days marked by cup after cup of too-sweet coffee; waking up early enough that heavy mist kisses your cheek; bad habits you want to move on from. well, then, i guess some things never change. ( zoe, 21, cst, she/her )

edgar has a stats page & a pinterest & a playlist! i’d absolutely love to see some plots going with him so please like this if you want to plot & i’ll hit you up!!

so edgar’s a babe

who does not know he’s a babe. or rather he’s well aware that people think he’s a babe, but has ultimately come to doubt whether or not he deserves the babe title, as so many bones’ who have come before him have earned it.

if babe means ‘good person’ here as it always does, of course.

he’s always been a genuinely decent guy! he liked playing peace keeper in arguments and helping people through their conflicts  ---  not for any sense of control, but because he felt the world was a better place for it. when he was a child he loved being around his cousins and siblings and just basking in the human connection; he was always the diplomat in their games of imaginary dragon trainers and wizengamot leaders, always the one proposing that everyone get the same amount of time to race on the toy brooms. 

he never minded being more of a steadfast background guy than the main hero  ---  except for when he felt, and still feels, like a fraud; for thinking he helps all these people and does all these good things with no heroism to show for it all, for wanting that heroism, sometimes, if only to prove  ...  something. he wanted to leave the world better than he found it but was never sure if he was allowed to want that.

there was a sort of honor in knowing that everyone liked you, and that the version of you they liked was as close to the truth as possible.

in the daylight hours, faced with proof of that truth, it was easier for edgar to feel any sort of honor. alone, with nothing but the practiced distance of his thoughts, edgar wondered if, when the time came, he’d fall away from man he’d been built up to be. it was a conflict in him, this atlas effect; there was so much weight on his shoulders that there was a worry in the back of is mind that one day he would bend over backwards to do the right thing, and just snap in two and crumble. and there was an equallly pressing worry that one day it would come to pass that the world he carried was filled with hot air, and no one really needed him at all. surely there were greater heroes than edgar bones, newest and least extraordinary of the bones. surely there were greater men. 

part of that drive in him is what made him decide on becoming a mediwizard; he was fifteen sitting with his head of house & realizing that as cool and exciting as some of the jobs available to him were, he wanted to help people  ---  and in as hands on a way as possible. the idea being away from the hospital and acting as a first responder of sorts was daunting, but he knew as soon as he set his mind to it that it was the right career path. 

his heart didn’t quite break when hogwarts experienced something tragic that sent students packing before their education could be finished; of course, he felt very strongly about the decision to put students’ safety above all else, the school’s choice to close its walls until they could guarantee protection. and he was a bones; as much as the weight behind his name sometimes hurt his shoulders, he knew he could do alright without a finished education on the merit of who he was. when he went to the head of emergency mediwizards that operated through st. mungo’s and asked if there was any way he could work with them as a volunteer, the answer was yes. it was always going to be yes. 

it definitely took a toll on his energy and overall peace of mind but he never could have imagined doing anything else; even with the slow corruption of the ministry that the law enforcement offices could fall prey to, there was never much danger of that corruption reaching it’s sneaking hands towards the purely aid-driven job he held. he loved the work, and loved knowing that he’d made the right choice all those years ago. he couldn’t do everything they did  ---  bones or not, he still had things to learn before rising through the ranks  ---  but he could help people. 

that didn’t mean he never saw the acts of war outside of his time with the order: in fact, he knew that if he hadn’t been raring to fight right out of hogwarts, the minute he saw the war reach its hands towards the castle ...  seeing the suffering first hand as part of his job would have done the trick. there are some tragedies that edgar’s worked on that he carries with him, some pain he can’t unsee, but instead of souring his need for the world to be good, they’ve added to the simmering need he has to see things return to justice.

he shoulders a lot of responsibilities and sometimes flails a little bit under the pressure of it all. and then he adds a little dollop of self doubt onto the weight, and cracks and crumbles but then soldiers on  ---  because if he doesn’t, then it was all for nothing, right?

that’s another good thing about his job: he worked long shifts and ends up dead on his feet more days than not. it made it harder for the nights spent beating himself up instead of sleeping to make a return from his hogwarts days. 

he’s adopted!! it was never a secret, and it never occurred to him that his family might treat him differently for it; perhaps because they didn’t. he was loved as much as he loved his family in return. so he never had cause to doubt that his family’s care for him was genuine�� ...  but it did ( and still does, sometimes ) make him feel like he didn’t deserve the Bones Hype out in the ‘real’ world. 

like with most things in him, there’s a duality of self doubt – he feels real around his family and worries that he shouldn’t when away. or, more accurately, he worries that others look at him and don’t see something real. someone real. 

he’d always been pretty bad at opening up to people, maybe because he did worry so often about being a fraud. there was a fear that every time he let someone see a more vulnerable side of himself, all they’d do was take a look at his worst fears and confirm them. growing up, it was always easier to be the shoulder to cry on, the never-judging listener, the constant, rock-solid presence. he fell into a habit with it, helping others and being there for them so unfailingly that he never had to show his own weakness and doubts  ---  of which there were plenty. it’s a bad habit that he’s yet to grow out of.

but aside from that  --- or maybe related to it  ---  he was very involved on campus. perhaps Involved with capitalization, even. he really liked knowing a lot of people and being Involved and an Upstanding Member of the Hogwarts Community™

he really loves his family, as much as he did/does feel burdened by the good legacy they left him to deal with, and in his free time at work or order meetings he could be found scrawling out quick letters to various members of his extended family. at hogwarts, he could be reliably found doing the same as often as he could sneak a free moment. there’s a wide network of bones, and they’re all prominent enough in the public eye that he worried there might come a day when they all found a target placed on their backs. the letters were his way of assuring himself that that hadn’t quite happened  ...  yet.

he’s always been very bad at opening up to people, maybe because he does worry so often about being a fraud. there’s a fear every time he lets someone see a more vulnerable side of himself that all they’ll do is take a look at his worst fears and confirm them. growing up, it was always easier to be the shoulder to cry on, the never-judging listener, the constant, rock-solid presence. he fell into a habit with it, helping others and being there for them so unfailingly that he never had to show his own weakness and doubts  – of which there were plenty. it’s a bad habit that he’s yet to grow out of.

despite all of his seriousness and inner introspection, he is definitely capable of letting loose and just enjoying himself, out of his head for a bit. it happened a lot more when he was younger; he attended many a common-room party, was always up for a good time. but even when pushed abruptly out of school and into Adult Life, he jumped at the few and scattered chances for levity and light. he loved seeing his friends or coworkers or family get married or have children, loved celebrating their newest promotion or success. the war was a constant dark presence in their lives and edgar wasnever fully away from it  ---  and because of that he was determined to keep sight of what’s still good.

he was torn when the opportunity to return to hogwarts and finish his education fell back into his lap. as soon as that 76-77 school year cut itself off with a bang, he threw himself into work, into the order. he fought on pretty much every front he could, and it felt  ---  selfish, almost, to take a break from that. it felt like something he should have been strong enough to turn down. 

but logically he knew he’d never be able to do as much for people as a mediwizard if he didn’t finish out his schooling, if he didn’t take hold of every last ounce of education. there were spells and charms and defenses and potions he needed to master to be a true help to the tragedies his work called him into. the order had plenty of other members, and he consoled himself with the simple fact that his parents wanted him to return to hogwarts. it had been a long-held truth that during this war, once wixen came of age they were thrust out of the protective walls of hogwarts and into danger. when his family had the opportunity to see him safe again, if only for a little bit, they wanted him to take it. and it felt selfish to him to want to take it, but it was easier than breathing to do it at his family’s request. 

being back at school was different; he’d forged a whole life for himself as an adult wizard and being back at school felt like whiplash. he was still edgar here, full of bravado and caring and the last vestiges of typical gryffindor recklessness that he’d never been able to shake off. he wasn’t just a bones  ---  there was no order backup calling to him by his surname, no person on his emergency crew shouting out by that alone. surrounded by his peers again, he felt his age for once  ...   and he relished in it, and he hated himself for relishing in it. 

such was being edgar bones. 

[runa-stuff]

Here be spoilers!

My jumbled thoughts on season 4 and the differences now that we’re on Netflix.

Alright, I’m somewhat back to the land of the living after binging season 4 two times. I have never been this emotionally drained after watching a show/movie. So much PAIN.

Things I loved and other thoughts:

- That opening song! I never liked that song but this version I adored!! Those lessons are paying off, Tom flippin nailed the high notes.

- The focus being on the characters instead of the case. This season makes it very clear how much fox pushed for this being a pure procedural. I mean we knew that the lucifer team had to fight for every scene that had nothing to do with the case of the day, but look just HOW MUCH! Most of the time during s4 I even forgot there was a case going on, and most importantly, the case’s sole purpose were to enrich and advance the character’s own storyline. It felt organic instead of forced.

- The costumes. They all looked so bloody good this season.

- The fight scenes were out of this world!!

- More supernatural stuff!! For once Lucifer was allowed to show he is more than human! He has more freedom because Chloe knows now, yes, but he was never allowed to show his strength before at all, except for the occasional door-handle crushing or chain ripping. That car scene was everything! Let him be a BAMF every once in a while, he’s the rebel angel!!

And Demons! More of that please! Love the zombie-esque way they handled the possession business.

Also Lucifer starting that boat cracked me up. Of course, he can turn everything on. 😂

- Things like racism, police-violence and mental issues being acknowledged and taken seriously.

- The way the triangle was handled. After the Pierce fiasco I was very, very worried about this being another generic love triangle. Honestly it wasn’t even a love triangle in my eyes this time, because it was painfully clear the whole season there’s only one Lucifer loves. It was more about him being torn apart by what Chloe and Eve represent, and that was brilliant.

The women didn’t “fight” over the guy. All of the involved characters learned from it, and it didn’t end with Lucifer “choosing” either side of him, but with him realizing that he wants to be HIMSELF. That he shouldn’t have to choose a side and change for others.

- Deckerstar! THAT AXE-SCENE!! That was intense and charged  and holy carp, all I can think of is: if she had wanted to push that axe down, he would have let her, wouldn’t he? He is vulnerable around her, and every time he chooses to be around her he puts his eternal life in her hands, and Chloe finally knows that. Ahhh! There were so many amazing scenes between them. Both their hearts got ripped wide open again and again, and it brought them closer than ever.

I also love how they keep playing with the fact that he’s vulnerable around her (the bar fight, him flinching when he slips with the knife before realizing Chloe is not there etc). Crying about the ending scene later.

- Chloe babe!! She’s back in the game! Lauren killed it this season, she was finally allowed to shine. Her post-reveal journey to acceptance was handled perfectly (I know many liked to believe she’s gonna accept and love him for what he is like two seconds after seeing his face, but that’s the stuff of fanfics).

I don’t wanna see anyone shitting on her because of what she almost did! Her whole world was turned upside down and she was manipulated in that vulnerable time, if you wanna shit on anyone, shit on Kinley. I’m so proud of her breaking out of that and realizing Lucifer ‘is who he is’, after all. The most important thing is that she didn't do it, in the end. And maybe that wine glass breaking was a bit of divine intervention, because the music being loud enough to break it alone would mean she’s at the very least deaf now. (don’t overthink it, I know) just rewatched the scene and saw she actually topples the glass over so nevermind.

- Lucifer finally found his brain again. I was getting tired of him getting more and more stupid and regressing for no reason. Also that dark velvety edge is back in his voice.. my voice-kinky ass is very happy with that, since his voice somehow got higher and higher with each season lmao. Oh and that scene at the end of 4x08 in Lindas office. Holy shit, guys. Tom ripped out my heart, trampled on it and threw it into the trash. The growth in the last few episodes!! And how is no one talking about the voices-in-his-head bit?

- My devil kink has been fed very well. Phew. Perfect eye-flashing moments, and use of distorted voice.

- STEP-SATAN HAS RISEN. Seriously that was awesome and cute. And finally some acknowledgement that he DOES love that little urchin too.

- Dan. Some of those scenes were painful to watch for my Douchifer heart. I hope he is the next to get into the Know… I don’t see any other way for him to change his opinion on Lucifer again any time soon.

- That whole Baby plot line? I usually hate baby plot lines with a passion, but this one wasn’t so bad. 'Aminidiel’ still cracks me up though. Still, my least favorite part of the season I think. Not a fan of Remiel either. That felt a bit wasted, probably because of time reasons.

- Eve. I was skeptical because there was way too much focus on her in the promos, but she is super cute. She also tackled some fe/minist themes that I believe has a lot of potential for the future. I hope she comes back next season, Mazeve all the way!

- Michael and Lilith hinted!! Very interested in the tension I smelled between Amenadiel and Michael, and more of Maze exploring the feelings for her mother please.

- The humor. It’s a bit darker, but still like we know and love it from past seasons. I’m still giggling over the “he got tired” pun. Heh.

- I am now more convinced than ever that at least one of the writers is very familiar with fanfiction, because some of that stuff was grade A fanfic material. Hell, some of the stuff WAS almost straight out of fanfics I read, and that I had never imagined to see on screen! I love it!

- The CGI was.. nice actually. At least the devil bits. So crispy. The wings were consistent this time and pretty good too. I’ve always been proud of this show going the full on CGI way instead of the lazy/cheap supernatural-way, as I like to call it (no offense, I loved that show back in the day), so I’m not complaining about weird wings and stiff movements too much anymore. I don’t expect Legion level wing fights ( https://youtu.be/Mp6aKCE3jSc ) but I do wish they would make the feathers look a bit less looking like.. plastic. A bit less feather-duster, at least - a proper look at real wing anatomy wouldn’t hurt. Ok I shut up about that now, I promised

- Tom Ellis’ new devil-bod. Thanks Netflix. But they didn’t overdo the nudity either, it was just right.

- Sex positivity! Open relationship! Bi! Yes! Just disappointed Lucifer still didn’t get to snog a willing man properly. What’s the hold-up? Once again only women kissing other women on screen. Not that I’m complaining about Mazeve or that Eve/Ella kiss. Damn, Ladies.

- THE ENDING. OH MY GOODNESS, THE ENDING. Final episodes of Lucifer have the tendency to build up and up and up until you think this scene HAS to be the climax of the episode, but it’s NOT. Because there’s always one more scene that punches you in the feelings until the end (and you know it’s gonna happen when a way too amazing song starts playing). And boy, did they deliver again.

I knew Lucifer is going to say something stupid the very moment I saw his face at the beginning of the scene. I could fangirl over Tom’s incredibly expressive face and eyes all day long, but I’ll spare you. I just KNEW, you know. Lauren killed it again, I felt every bit of pain and despair from both of them. I have never been/will probably never be in love in my life, but I imagine what I felt during that scene is somewhat what love feels like. It hurt, man.

A bit of angsty goodbye love-making would have had the perfect timing here and made it all the more bittersweet, but we can’t have it all.

Earlier I had the thought that Chloe probably feels guilty about conspiring with Kinley… would be cool if they used that next season when she’s going to drag his devilfriend out of hell. Also very much looking forward to some Hades + Persephone vibes - because it would be stupid to drive them apart again.

All in all I think the cancellation really was the best thing that happened to this show. I believe it would have only gone downhill on fox with the amount of episodes and all the restrictions and hiatus. Iirc, the cast themselves said they always felt like the ugly duckling there with how the show was treated. On netflix we finally have promo, freedom and a storyline how the writers imagine it. I’m so proud of this fandom, and I can now safely say that the month with barely any sleep was worth it (even though it made me kinda addicted to twitter, damnit).

I hope netflix doesn’t wait too long with the renewal - while I have no doubts we’ll get s5, I still hate this in-limbo feeling lmao.

[miasswier]

miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: no 47

47: New York

Written by: Brad Falchuk Directed by: Brad Falchuk

Overall Thoughts: Much like the finale of season one, this one feels like the perfect ending to a wonderful season. It feels hopeful and inspired, and almost everyone gets their moment in the limelight, even if that moment is brief. Plus, all the kids excitement about being in New York is kind of contagious. Every time I watch this episode I kind of want to book a plane to New York and never come back.

What I Like:

THE MUSIC. Fuck me, the music in this episode is awesome. There’s literally one song I don’t care for. Considering there’s a decent amount of singing in this episode, I think that’s pretty good.

Rachel is so fucking adorable and earnest in this episode. I really wish we’d gotten to see more of this Rachel in season four-onward. Just, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, feeling blessed to even be in New York at all. It’s so invigorating, and like I already said, it’s kind of infectious.

The scene where Santana and Brittany comfort Quinn. I find Quinn saying “Thanks Santana but I’m really not that into that” particularly hilarious knowing they hook up like, two seasons later.

Rachel getting redemption over how shitty she treated Sunshine, even if it does feel two parts too-little-too-late and two parts who-the-fuck-cares-anymore.

“You’re in New York. The city of love.” “I thought that was Paris.”

Sam and Mercedessssssssssss

Santana screaming at Finn and Rachel in the hotel room after Nationals.

“He did seem kind of crazy. He charged my credit card by swiping it through his butt crack.”

Kurt adorably teasing Finn and Finn just smiling and rolling his eyes, like fuck, it makes me so sad that we got so few moments where these two just get to be brothers.

That shot of Rachel through the bubbles is amazing.

Kurt and Rachel sneaking off to have Breakfast at Tiffany’s and sneaking into the Gershwin.

We get three consecutive scenes of my absolute favourite Glee couples – Klaine, Samcedes, Brittana. And all three scenes are AMAZING.

The costumes! They all look so good!

Brittany’s little speech about how much she loves Glee club, and then how much she loves Santana. Also Santana’s Rachel Berry voodoo doll, because she would.

Seriously. Sam and Mercedes. I love them.

The security guard at the Gershwin who you can just tell gets this shit like twice a week and is just over it and doesn’t even care anymore.

I don’t know if anything will ever bring me as much pure, unadulterated joy, as the look on Blaine’s face as he tells Kurt that he loves him.

What I Don’t Like:

It’s not so much that I don’t like that there’s so much focus on Finchel, it’s just that basically, aside from Finchel, the only plot is Nationals, so it feels like there’s a lot of focus on just two characters for a huge chunk of the episode.

Like, I don’t know, I always tune out about the whole Will going to Broadway stuff so that they actually have a big scene about it here feels off? They didn’t give the story that much attention, so it didn’t actually feel real, so it doesn’t feel that emotional when Will says he won’t go? I don’t know, maybe that’s just me.

It’s literally insane to me that ND didn’t beat VA in this competition. Yeah, Sunshine has a nice voice, but their song was boring and not at all inspired? No wonder they fired Goolsby like what’s the deal with this selection? ND was way better. It’s frustrating too, because in “Nationals” VA is actually better than ND, but that is when ND wins. What is the logic?!

Quinn’s big plan for New York ended up being a single attempt to get Kurt and Rachel suspended and therefore disqualify the team from Nationals. I know there was supposed to be something else that was cut, but this just feels so anticlimactic after how intense she was at the end of the last episode.

There were multiple mentions throughout the season about how Kurt was going to be the reason they took Nationals, and then they didn’t even give him a solo. I guess that’s why you lost, you dummies.

Songs:

My Cup: Hilarious. Glee was at its most cracky when they wrote shitty original songs. Love it.

I Love New York/New York, New York: I LOVE this mash-up. One of my favourite Glee mash-ups of all time. So fucking good.

Still Got Tonight: Listen, I get that this was just Matt Morrison plugging his solo album (did anything even come of that, anyway?), but I still like the song. And it’s a short performance, so we don’t have to sit through too much of Will just by himself.

Bella Note: I like this song too! I mean, I like all the songs, but you know. It’s sweet, and it’s actually kind of cool to have a song be about Finchel but not sung by Finchel. Although, the guys aren’t actually there, right? Cause sometimes it seems like they actually are. They aren’t. They can’t be? How fucking awkward would that be if they were.

For Good: I really love the original version of this song, and I think they did it really well on the show. Although I will admit that it makes me sad that they cut my favourite part.

Yeah!: I like the original of this song, so of course I like the cover, even if I didn’t think it was all the necessary to include in the episode (there’s already a shit-ton of singing, and they could have used the time to give VA another, more upbeat, number).

As Long as You’re There: I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m sorry, I just don’t care.

Pretending: One of the few Finchel duets I actually go out of my way to listen to. I like it a lot. I think it’s sweet, and really captures their journey in this episode!

Light Up the World: I am 99% sure that this is my favourite original song that Glee did. It’s so poppy and fun, and almost everyone gets a line! An awesome song for a competition, and just in general!

Final Thoughts: An awesome season finale to an awesome season. It holds it’s own against “Journey to Regionals”, and definitely blows “Goodbye” and “All or Nothing” out of the water. It’s just fun and exciting and hope and joy and glee. I like it. I really like it.

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There's always someone to love you ✘ Dark!Barry|Savitar Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: Hope you like it! Thanks for my beta, @lyss-91, as always ♡ And tumblr isn't letting my put the title, bleh.

✘ @lookclosernow's request: Savitar? Maybe you were his love and he wanted to destroy everything because after your happy life together you said that you didn't love him! (It's not try maybe it was your doppelgänger or smth) and I need flashback where you broke his heart ❤ And then when he is evil you came and said about your real feeling. And happy end! Thank you 😊

Beaches are cozy and clean, until people start throwing litter at them. Damaging it to the point of turning them into something completely unorganized, even dangerous.

People are like beaches. They come into the world completely pure, and some people throw dirt on them until end up with something bad.

That's what happened to Savitar.

He was a good man, he really was. Until everyone around him began to abandon him and treat him as a stranger, as a disposable, a mistake which shouldn't have even be committed.

Savitar's way of feeling could be explained, but never fully understood. He was a mistake on his own in the world. The people who claimed to love him discarded and replaced him, and Savitar sacrificed himself for them.

He was willing to die for them, and they killed him in the worst way possible.

"Bar— Savitar!" Savitar heard a familiar voice call. He turned around himself, waiting for you to approach him.

"Do you want to tell me I'm a mistake again?" Savitar said like a snake loosening its bitter venom.

"What the hell are you talking about!? What the fuck is your problem, anyway!?" You answered in frustration, almost catching how Savitar's eyes widened quickly and his eyebrow arched in surprise. "Seriously, holy shit. You've been doing this, these stupid puzzles and with... With missing the essential bits!" You normally didn't have a taste for using ugly words like this, maybe a fucking once or twice, but not like that; unless she was frustrated, sad or 100% angry. "From the day we met, you made these sadistic games, torturing each of us mentally until we discovered your identity. Well, your sadomasochistic game worked, we found out. But what's your problem with me? I've never hurt, Barry. I would never hurt, even in this alternative past where you came from." You sighed, running your hands through your hair and tossing them back in exasperation.

"I'd forgotten how dirty that cute little mouth of yours could be." Savitar replied simply, with a smirk painted on his lips. "Let me refresh your memory, you were even worse than Team Flash." He spoke the name with contempt, as if all your friends deserved the fate he had sealed for them. "You stayed with me just to break me even more, maybe I should kill you after Iris only for petulance against your god!" Savitar masked his fucked heart with his power, as he had learned long time ago.

"You're not a god!" You exclaimed and he approached you. His hand touched the skin of your cheek as if it were an ice sculpture, fragile and painful to the touch, and yet beautiful, so beautiful that it made that physical agony from touching worth it.

"I'll be one, and everyone will regret what they did to me." Savitar smiled like a madman, and all you could do was feel your heart beating with exaggerated speed inside your rib cage. You told yourself it was fear, even though your brain was pounding and screaming that it was not exactly that.

"What have I done to you?" You sighed, caught in the contact with those frighteningly comforting eyes, even with the aesthetic change.

"The worst thing a goddess could do to a god." Savitar answered as gently as was posible to him, and you could almost touch the pain in the syllables of his words. "You left me."

Savitar pulled away from you, and you knew he was getting ready to run and leave you with one more unanswered question, but you were done with it. It was time to understand what the hell was going on.

"Tell me everything, tell me every little thing I've done to make you hate me so much." Savitar, who had his back to you at that moment, finally turned to you. "Please."

"Hey, babe." Savitar, still Barry, said when he heard a noise in the front door, avoiding to turn to give a smile to his girlfriend. The way his face was still kept him insecure, even with (Y/N) saying that he was still as beautiful as ever to her. Barry did not even understand how she could kiss him, smile at him, caress him and fuck with him, all those normal couple things. When they went outside, Barry could feel their eyes on him, judging, belittling, utterly angry. He had to admit that he understood these people, no matter how miserable that left his emotional, Barry was disgusted with himself, too. And the only person in the world who could make him see the beauty in himself was you, the love of his life, the moon of his sky. The only person who crossed her arms and kicked her feet when he said he was thinking of doing plastic surgery, because you knew how dangerous it could be, that he could catch an infection or something, and you preferred him alive than in a hospital bed sick, fighthing for his own life. Besides being beautiful, even with the scar, you always said. "So I've been researching and..." But it was still difficult for him to deal with himself every morning. "I found a plastic clinic in Keystone. It's not very expensive and it's new, but it has several people with positive results." A anormal sound at your apartamemt was heard, and Barry almost frowned at it, you hated high heels because they left your feet aching, weird you wear them in Monday morning. He didn't think much about it, maybe you just woke up and wanted to wear high heels.

You finally got yourself into his gaze, generating confusion in his head. Did you mention that you were going to dye your hair? Not that you needed to say everything you were going to do, of course, but that was strange, especially because of the clothes that were completely contrary to your style, you looked like a villain from a 60s' movie.

Althrough the worst thing was the look you gave to him: surprised, and yet, as if you were disgusted with what was seeing. You've never looked at him that way, like Team Flash and the people on the street. That was the first crack in his heart that day.

"Your hair looks beautiful." He praised it because it was true and he should just be paranoid again.

"I know." The coldness in your voice was worse than Killer Frost's ice kiss. And your cheeks were not blushed with his praise? And without a small smile or a quick peck on his lips? You did even look like yourself. And it was paranoia and anxiety or you were staring at the burn on his face so far? Anyway, those factors together formed the recipe for Barry to look away, suddenly embarrassed of himself.

"I know you don't want me to do plastic surgery because of the risks, bu..." Barry continued, trying to shift to a subject in which he had been trying to get your support for weeks.

"Risks?"

"I know, it's more than risk, I promise I heard what you said. I can get an infection, the surgery can go wrong and my face get deformed, but..." Your giggle, in fact, laugh, stopped his mouth. He looked at you in confusion, your eyes were almost crying of that hard laughing.

"I don't know if you looked at yourself in the mirror recently, but you're completely screwed. How come you live knowing your face is like this? You don't go outside, do you? I'm just saying, people can get annoyed by... this lil problem." She rolled her eyes. "It's disgusting, really. How could I love you?" Again, the snow-like smile graced her red lips, and her coldness was transferred to her own words. "Breaking news, I never loved you. If you'll excuse me, I have to go home."

Barry couldn't walk, breathe or talk for at least fifteen minutes after you left. How could you say those things to him? You had been the only anchor which kept him from plunging into the darkness of pain for so long, and now you just drowned him there.

It took a while for Barry to notice that there were tears coming out of his eyes and touching his burn, causing an immeasurable pain, but he could not get the salt water off his face. His whole body trembled, Barry tried to breathe, althorugh it seemed almost impossible. It was like those panic attacks he had a few times when he was a kid after his mother was murdered.

Barry's condition was deplorable, and he couldn't help himself. He tried to get up, run, scream, yet he just fell to the ground, one act that the speedster considered like a human weakness. Barry gave up fighting and gave himself that moment, only his sobs were heard as his body was agonizing on the floor.

You, the moon of his night, thought he was disgusting.

And the light was completely erased.

Savitar stared at the floor, didn't feel right to talk about that moment with anyone, especially the being that had caused it in him, but the god's speed just couldn't really say no to the only that had the remaining pieces of the stone that was once his heart.

"Oh, Lord." You said in shock, your eyes wet with his truth, it was painful just thinking. "I... It was not me." You finally managed to say the words that were struggling to get out of your throat a few minutes ago.

"It was you, even if you do not remember it." Savitar snapped back, ready to leave you again.

"It was not me." You sniffed and he took a step forward, a little further from you, and it smashed your heart, and the confirmation of you having helped him to have his soulbroken worsened the sensation in your chest. "I ... I remember this version of me. Not of this reality, of course, but from the past that I remember, this one was a duplicate from another earth, sent to kill The Flash. But she was a sadistic little bitch and screwed the whole team's life before we get her." You explained, and Savitar didn't answer. "You... Did you get those memories of Barry? Of that me?"

"I did, but it was after I became who I am. I denied all the memories that involved you, didn't want to think about things related that day.I did not think... "

"That there really was someone who loved you? Someone who would never leave you or hurt you like this?" You took a step forward, insecure but determined. The old popular saying that your mother used to say hammering in your guts: go, and if you're afraid, you're keep going. "I'm still here." You put a hand on his shoulder gently, and Savitar turned to you. You could finally see the vulnerability spreading all over his face and body. You put your hand on his scar, trying to show that you were not angry. You loved every bit of him, even if he hated it, especially when he hated it. "I still love you." You made the confirmation of your suffering as gently as you could, and you received your reward as he closed his eyes and leaned unconsciously toward you. You gave a warm smile, the hope was still there. "It's not too late."

Because you always knew that people were like beaches, and that beaches could be completely detonated. But its beauty would always be hidden behind the horrible things they've been through, and with the right work... They could shine again.

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Shoukoku no Altair Liveblog (Chapter 5)

A lovely image. The lines are lighter/clearer in the digital version, but this one has the translation of the names and their titles so. I just love these portraits though, especially how some of them fall out of the frame (Shara! And the tall dudes). And wow, for once you don’t look like a tiny child, Mahmut! He still comes up to Zaganos’s chin, though he is a little taller than Shara. (despite me dragging him for his stature, I’m not much better irl. I am also short enough to be inconvenienced by the world around me.)

Before I even get started on the gut-wrenching situation Mahmut has found himself in from last chapter, let me comment more on those portraits.

I love the detailing on the frame, and the designs at the bottom that symbolize each character. Not going through all of them, but here are some nice details I noticed:

Iskander looks puffed up. :3

I keep meaning to mention this, but haven’t found a place to bring it up since noticing it after the first chapter. Iskander is shaded so that there is a light band in the shape of a crescent moon on his forehead.

Louis’s pants/leggings/whatever these are have some sort of pattern or embroidery on them. The manga-ka’s attention to detail is nothing short of amazing. Not to mention the circles on Mahmut’s standard outfit, which have to be drawn every time he appears in it.

So the eyepatch twins are Colbert and Eleanor? I remember Eleanor’s name mentioned last chapter. And seems they are also from the Cult of the Red Snake, as is evident by the Arbok-like creature. Arbok is based on the Indian cobra, for the pattern on its hood, but I’m not well versed in snake species so idk what the symbolism here is. It looks very happy for some reason, though.

Chapter 5: The Citadel

Onto the actual chapter! We left off with Mahmut getting punched in the gut by an ugly rusty looking club of a sword.

Chill, dude. Seriously. 

Poor Mahmut.

I don’t think his leg gets cut here, there’s no blood, so does that mean you are supposed to use that sword to bludgeon your enemy to death? It looks like a club, really it does.

(And I can kind of see how this outfit was supposed to be a dress, there are just so many folds and stripes involved it just looked like one big cloak.)

Stop being creepy, eyepatch dude. The font makes it more ominous too. (Also, he has very pointy ears.)

Oh? What have you got there, Iskander? The basket Shara carried their clothes in? Looks like Mahmut sent him on a mission of some sort. Also, an interesting note. Apparently golden eagles fly with a slight V shape in their wings, like an airplane.

Interesting, another crest. This is the place Leredrick is from, if I recall.

Oh, man. This lady’s dissatisfied face.

Ha! ‘I’m outta here’. She even does a little hand wave to say, ‘this isn’t worth my time’. She’s so done.

Well, that escalated quickly.

A lot of these characters pull off dramatic, menacing, sinister, and ‘I don’t give two fucks’ very, very well.

HAHA yeah awkward moment when you realize it was all a sham and there is absolutely nothing you can do to take it back.

But, who is this I see approaching:

Iskander, what are you up to.

Looks like a bird and a dancer are here to save the day.

OF COURSE, eyepatch lady has to go and ruin it. Oh nooo, Shara.

So it was the container Mahmut keeps meat in for Iskander, not the basket. Poor birdie, gotta work nights too. xD Eagles aren’t nocturnal. And he has to sacrifice his food to boot.

But where he is dropping it off?

“Once the Imperial Army gets here, we will have to fight on their side. Once we do, the Empire will save the hostages. All we can do now is hope the Empire will keep their promise.” I’m not so sure about that anymore, Ibrahim. They seem kind of trigger happy.

And back to Zaganos. What have you been doing this whole time? Preparations I guess.

Uh...what is that...Zaganos is the ‘Poison’ General so...I love the detailing on the jars/bottles, though. Each one is different for some reason. Are they each a different poison or did he just decide to stick them in fancy containers? Yeah, they didn’t exactly mass produce things back then, but these aren’t even all in the same style.

Zaganos really does not hold back, does he. Though he does seem to be thinking about the decision here, it is a pretty underhanded tactic. Well, at least he’s not jumping at the bit to use it.

Well, who do we have here? People from the Empire, right. Why are they attacking the guys sent by Louis...? Aren’t they on the same side...And since the name of the eyepatch people’s cult is Swedish, maybe that means they are more like mercenaries Louis hires, rather than actual soldiers from Balt-Rhein.

Gllad is an awkward name to my English speaking self. You don’t see that consonant cluster every day, and it’s one letter off from Glad (in Japanese it is グララット, guraratto, so yeah, that matches).

I like this more formal introduction to these two, though, purely for the fact that the antagonist actually got injured (it’s like, a scratch on the arm but whatever) before the main conflict with them even starts.

I see. So Leredrick just doesn’t want to follow Louis’s plan (quite an extreme way to say ‘fuck you I’m doing my own thing’ considering they’re on the same side though lol).

Poor kid. Stop bludgeoning him with your club sword, you jerk.

UGH, his expression morphing into resolve and defiance. Aand then back to pain.

LOOKS LIKE IT CAN STAB. will you please leave him alone already you ass

Even worse than a pointy sword, it is uh apparently CRACKING bones. And he has to twist it around, pouring salt in the wounds much.

Now that’s just painful to watch urggh. And that is a LOT of blood on the next page.

What’s going on...I think I see a wing shadow there... (and the text box from hovering over the image whoops)

AHAHA THAT’S GREAT. Seeing her just go fwip! Gone! was greatly needed after seeing Mahmut freaking tortured in an alleyway.

Shara’s expression is great, too. And I really like the flow of the lines framing her on this panel. It’s just so fluid and swirly.

Holy mother of- that is a lot of birds. Way to go, Iskander! OH. Was he...maybe dropping his container of meat to attract the other birds? It seemed that he was dropping it off near a tent earlier.

Mahmut is a summoner of birds. That would be his special power in a fantasy land.

And this is actually really fucking terrifying. More terrifying than just Iskander coming at you with claws outstretched. Apparently the largest of the golden eagle species can have a claw on each foot that is only a tiiiny bit shorter than that of the harpy eagle (the largest eagle in the world, and a deadly thing that can carry deer into tree branches and can easily cut you to the bone). Female golden eagles can be the size of a man’s torso. So, WOW.

And now we get smug Mahmut! God, this kid’s expressions.

This is a massive page (I think it’s a 2-pager actually). Just...drawing all that detail. The cover coming off (with those stripes), the frame of the tent, the birds, the people and all the supplies that formed a wall around them.

Oh.

OH. Not so high and mighty now, are we.

YES. SAVED BY A DANCER AND A BIRD.

Methinks you owe Iskander some meat. What a good birdie.

I’m surprised you can move that arm of yours, though.

BUT. I have not forgotten Zaganos, who is preparing to use some very deadly concoctions. Oh, never mind! They got the message to him on time.

Very nice horse. I like the tassels it’s decked out in.

lol She’s great. Got a passed out/dead guy right next to her too.

“All the troops were drunk at the time or something.” Better than knowing you were outsmarted by a kid, a dancer, and a bird right.

His faces are...haha and he even has a hand on one hip. *pokepoke*

We don’t know much about them yet, but these two are rather fun. ‘Killed by falling rocks’...Ok...

OH YEAH. EYEPATCH DUDE. HE’S STILL THERE.

So, falconers usually use a whistle to call their bird back to them, but it looks like Mahmut uses his for other purposes.

Like smacking swords out of people’s hands. What happened to his club sword?

It also has the little wing symbol on it. Actually, is it a whistle? I can’t really remember if it was ever mentioned anywhere that it was. I just assumed.

Ooh, this battle is not over yet. Man, Mahmut is tough. He was still able to fling that thing around with his injured shoulder. Adrenaline is a godsend.

Very nice. You can see a bit of blood (!! he really needs to get that treated) and it seems he let the sword fly out of his grasp on purpose to-

Choke him, apparently, nice.

But the question is: What would Mahmut have done in if he was in Ibrahim’s situation? Interesting. He’s talking about how he is helping Ibrahim out, not based on his actions here, but because they’re friends.

WELL, you certainly got back at him. Is he dead? And what happened to Eleanor after she got carried off by the birds? Are they both dead.

Anyway, I’M SO GLAD THIS DIDN’T END IN TRAGEDY. I still have 17 more volumes to go for that to potentially happen!

Iskandeeerrr I like his little jesses. Iskander is half the reason I’m looking forward to the anime.

Btw, you owe him some meat, Mahmut.

They cleaned this up for the digital release (it was originally spread across 2 pages and thus a little awkwardly split up).

STOP. You’re not allowed to make me cry this early in the series. (kidding, I don’t cry easily, but damn. That was a great ending to this arc.)

...What is with your expression, Iskander.

That is the look of a bird that has seen some shit. My cat makes the same expression sometimes for no good reason.

The credits page is a nice touch. You usually don’t get one like this. I love Mahmut petting Iskander up there in the corner. Birds like to be scratched, too!

...Though Zaganos has this, like, Medusa hair going on. Does it get worse without the hat?

AND THAT’S THE END. DAMN was that an emotional rollercoaster.

← back・onward →

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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant.

Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.

Cross-posted to FF.net | Soundtrack | Past Chapters

Author Note: You guys are seriously the best! I do think you’ll be surprised by at least part of this chapter. . .maybe, at least I hope.

-the smell of your skin-

Riley slipped her key into the last lock on the door before opening it, and slipping inside. The apartment still had that familiar smell that was purely her family. It was sweet, warm, and homey, as soon as it filled her senses she knew she was home. But something felt different this time as she moved through the apartment.

“Who is it, I’ve got a gun.” Her father’s voice cut through the air.

“Daddy, it’s just me.” Riley rolled her eyes as she went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

Cory turned on the lights as he studied her, “Aren’t you supposed to be in…Texas?”

She sighed, “Smackle summoned me back for a meeting tomorrow morning here at the office.”

“Somethings different with you.”

“I’m tired, it’s three in the morning Dad, I should get some sleep before whatever Smackle drops on me.”

“No that’s not what’s different, it’s that you’ve been around Lucas.” Cory circled around his daughter, “I know the story.”

“Dad, I’m too tired to deal with the Cory Matthews experience.” She took her bag and went to the hall to her room, she could tell that her parents had cracked a window earlier that day to air it out. Her arrival probably not a surprise to them as it was to her. She quickly unpacked her bag, staring at the ring Dave gave her.

Why had she said yes to him?

She couldn’t remember now.

But she could remember why she’d said yes to Lucas years ago.

She put the ring on her nightstand and changed for bed, setting the alarm on her phone to give her enough time to get dressed before the meeting in the morning.

Closing her eyes, she could only see Lucas and the beautiful picnic they’d had. Then she remembered what he told her after he kissed her goodbye.

He remembered Las Vegas.

How long had he remembered?

What made him remember?

These were the questions running through her mind as she tossed and turned before falling into an unrestful sleep.

When her alarm blared, startling her awake she was sure she’d just fallen asleep. She sat up in the bed, taking a moment to look around the room, it had always felt like home, until now, something was different and she couldn’t put her finger on it.

She quickly got ready, dressing in one of the few suits she kept at home. She grabbed her bag and was already on her way out when her mother stopped her.

“Riley Chloe Matthews, breakfast.”

She slowly turned around, “Mom, I have to be at the office at nine.”

“Smackle and Farkle can wait.” Topanga guided her daughter to the table, “Sit.”

Riley obeyed her mother, wondering if this was really her life as woman in her thirties. She accepted the plate her mother handed her.

“So, California went well, and then where have you been?”

“Texas, helping Lucas Friar.” She picked at the food in front of her.

Topanga nodded, “How is Lucas these days?”

“He’s fine, he’ll be better when he wins the election, and all the single women in Rosewood Springs stop treating his existence like an episode of The Bachelor.”

Cory studied his daughter, “So, can you explain to your mother and I exactly what it is you’re doing down there?”

Riley shifted uncomfortably, feeling knots in her shoulders suddenly. “It is unconventional I know, it’s not what I normally would do, but the situation is abnormal.”

Topanga looked to her husband, “Riley, you and Lucas have always done things your own way. Nothing about you two has ever been conventional. So, what are you doing?”

“I’m pretending to be his girlfriend, it shows that he is willing to settle down, but also it calms down most of the women, except this one, Dixie, who I swear just does not get that Lucas isn’t into her. She’s always trying to get his attention, touching him…”

“You’re jealous” Topanga hadn’t meant to say it, but she saw that as soon as she did Riley knew already.

“It’s complicated, but its Lucas, when haven’t things been complicated with him?”

“How’s Dave?” Cory asked before shoving a forkful of breakfast potatoes into his mouth.

Riley took a sip of her coffee before rising, “I haven’t called him yet, I’ll call him after my meeting.”

Topanga and Cory exchanged another look as Riley left. “So, Dave doesn’t know she’s in town huh?”

“Nope.” Topanga allowed the P to pop as she spoke, “What is our daughter up to?”

Cory sighed, “I have no idea, I’m just worried she’s still has a road of heartbreak.”

“As the one with a broken heart or the one breaking hearts?”

“I don’t know.”

IRSM Consulting was housed in the Minkus building in Manhattan, the skyrise was high, one that Stuart Minkus had purchased sometime when they were in high school, slapped his name on, and inside created a home for up and coming boutique firms.

When Riley and Smackle came together to create their business, he had given them a nice break on the rent, and it helped that Farkle invested in them. Riley never spent much time in the actual office, in fact she was always shocked by how cold the office felt, not temperature wise but in the furniture, the lighting, it wasn’t really the way she would’ve had things.

She took a nervous deep breath as she opened the glass office door with the logo on it and made her way through the quiet lobby, past her office that over the last few years she had spent only a handful of hours in to the conference room.

The lights were bright, the walls a glaring white as Riley came in, seeing just Smackle and Farkle sitting at the far end of the table.

She looked up at the clock, 8:58, so at least she wasn’t late. But the fact that no one else was around had her nervous, if there was a crisis with a client shouldn’t it be all hands-on deck as it had in the past?

Suddenly she felt like she’d been called to the principal’s office as she felt both her friends watch her move down the table. “Where is everyone?”

“Riley, please have a seat.” Smackle sat up straight adjusting her glasses before folding her hands in front of her.

Riley sat down, trying to find some sort of clue as to why she’d been called back to New York, why it was so important she had to fly back right away. “What is going on?”

Farkle and Smackle looked to each other for a moment before looking back to Riley.

Riley studied them in their suits, designer, black, basic, nothing flashy about either of them. Really it looked as though they would just pop into a church service as soon as this was over. “I left a client in Texas to come here, so what is going on.”

“How is Lucas?” Farkle broke the silence from their end.

“He’ll be better when I get back, because if I’m gone for long the single women will start circling and next thing you know it’s a really weird version of The Bachelor.” She looked to them, “Okay guys, what am I doing here, what is the problem?”

Smackle cleared her throat, “I’ve been tapped to be nominated for a new government position.”

“Oh” Riley blinked wondering exactly what that meant, “For what?”

“I am not at liberty to actually discuss it right now.” Smackle put her hand over Farkle’s, “But due to this nomination, we would have to close the firm.”

Riley felt only an inch tall, “Why?”

“It could be a conflict of interest.” Farkle cleared his throat, “Before anything else goes forward Smackle and I wanted to make sure that you weren’t just left with nothing.”

Her entire body was shaking as she looked at them, “So everything we’ve built is just going to cease to exist?”

“Riley, you’ve done amazing work with our clients over the years.” Smackle reminded her, “We don’t want you to walk away from this without anything. We crunched the numbers, and we believe that what we’re offering to buy you out today, is more than fair.”

“You want to buy me out?”

Farkle stood up, holding his tie down with one hand and a packet of papers with another. “This is our offer, and the conditions that go along with it.”

Riley took the papers from him, trying to ignore the anger burning inside of her, the heartbreak, the tears threatening her eyesight now as she took in a long breath before she started to look it over.

“Is this figure right here correct?” She pointed to the payment she would receive the minute she signed.

“Yes, it is.” Farkle assured her.

She put the papers down for a moment, “I sign these, you two transfer an absurd amount of money into my account, and then what do I do? I can’t work on a campaign; the contract forbids that. What am I supposed to do with my life?”

“You finally live it.” Smackle rose and came around the table to Riley, “Are you good at helping candidates get elected, yes, because you see the good in them others don’t, and you help them show the voters. Is that what you were meant to do for the rest of your life, come on Bubbles, you know it’s not what you want. This life isn’t what you want, it’s never been what you wanted.”

Riley watched as Smackle picked up the papers and continued, “This is your out, before this job destroys your soul, before you use it as a crutch to stop living the life you should.”

Riley picked up the pen and rolled it between her fingers like a baton, “Can I volunteer for a campaign if the person running is my significant other?”

Farkle tried not to smile, “If you’re romantically involved with someone running for office, I think it would be cruel of us to come after you for helping out. It would actually look bad if you didn’t support him.”

Riley looked at the papers again, slowly going over the language that would dissolve her partnership with Smackle, that would leave her unemployed. She took a deep breath before signing her name and then watching Farkle as he went to his laptop and quickly clicked away.

“Congratulations Riley, you are now ten-million dollars richer.”

Riley rose from the table, “I’m just going to clear out what few things I have in my office. I wish you both luck.”

Farkle sighed as she walked out, “We did the right thing, didn’t we?”

“Yes, she’s in shock right now. But this was the push she needed, and that we needed.” She sat back in her seat, “I just hope Maya can push her in the right direction.”

“It’s Sunday morning this better be good.” Maya grumbled as she pushed herself up from the couch, amazed at how difficult that already was as she went to answer the knocking on her door. She looked through the peephole and undid the lock, “Riley, what are you doing here?”

Riley moved in past Maya putting the bankers box down before sitting on the couch.

“Shouldn’t you be in Texas playing the role of devoted girlfriend to Ranger Rick?” Maya sat next to her, still trying to understand why she was here and why Zay hadn’t told her she’d left.

Riley turned her body to look at Maya, “I don’t have a job.”

“Lucas fired you?”

“No, Smackle bought me out.” Riley blinked as the reality of the situation started to wash over her. “She and Farkle just paid me an obscene amount of money for my share of the firm.”

Maya rubbed her forehead, “Can you just backup and explain why you’re not in Texas?”

Riley sighed, “Smackle called, she’d already booked me a flight, she said there was an emergency. Yeah to get me out of the firm.”

“So, you came back thinking you had a work crisis.” Maya was putting the few pieces together, “And they paid you a lot of money, so now you don’t have a job?”

“Yes.” Riley sighed, running her hand through her dark hair.

“So, are you going back to Texas?”

Riley looked down at her nails, “How bad is it that I haven’t told Dave I’m in town?”

“You already know the answer to that.” Maya looked over at the time on the cable box, “Come with me.”

“Where are, we going?” Riley helped Maya up before grabbing her box.

Maya smiled as she grabbed her keys and purse, “First we’re going to drop this off at your place, and then you’re going to come with me to meet up with Charlie and the kids.”

Maya had insisted that Riley change out of her suit, into a pair of jeans and t-shirt. She’d also slipped Riley’s engagement ring into her pocket before they left the Matthews family apartment and got in a cab down to the Marina in Brooklyn.

Riley was pulling out her phone when she found the ring, “Why is this in my pocket?”

“I figured you should have it since you’re about to see your fiancé, put it on.” Maya nudged her.

“I can’t.” Riley looked at the ring, she was silent for a minute, “I’m allergic to it.”

“Why didn’t you tell him that when he went down to Texas?”

“It didn’t seem to be the most important thing, I didn’t want him to think I was doing what I was doing because I was upset about it.”

“Is that why?”

Riley shook her head before slipping the ring back into her pocket, “No, not even close.”

“So why? We’ve got time before we get to the marina, so how about you stop hiding and you tell me why you came up with this plan for Lucas’ campaign.” Maya had heard the explanations Riley had given her, the ones to Dave, even what Zay thought, but she really wanted Riley to think about it now.

Riley kept her eyes on the skyscrapers, “Have you ever noticed how claustrophobic New York feels?”

“Nope, that never occurred to me.” Maya watched her, “But I bet Texas isn’t claustrophobic at all.”

“Not at all.” Riley took a moment before she looked back to her friend, “He remembers Las Vegas.”

“What, since when, details woman.”

“I don’t know.” She confessed, “He kissed me goodbye last night, it was as though he was afraid he would never see me again, and then he told me he remembers.”

“He kissed you?”

Riley blinked, “It wasn’t the first time, I mean we would kiss in public like a normal couple would, but if we were alone together. . .”

“Did you two do more than kiss?”

“No, he stopped us, he didn’t want me to do something that would keep me from being happy with Dave.”

Maya nodded, “So, he stepped back, to let you have what he thinks you want, when in reality…”

“What I want is him.” It was the first time she said the words out loud, the first time she really heard herself.

“What do you plan on doing about it?”

“I don’t know.” It was the last thing Riley said the rest of the cab ride. Maya tried to get her to talk, but she was lost in thought.

“Maya you’re going the wrong way, Dave’s boat isn’t in this area, this is for the yachts.” Riley told her best friend, wondering just how bad her pregnancy brain was.

Maya stopped, giving her best friend a smile, “Honey, we’re going the right way, trust me.”

Riley’s stomach sank as she followed Maya pass the boats that continued to get larger before they came to the end of a row just as a large vessel was docking. “Is this why he only spent ten dollars on my ring?”

“Yup.” Maya waved to her children who were beaming after spending the day on the water.

It took a few more minutes before they were officially and safely docked. Before Riley realized what was happening Maya’s children were hugging her, “Aunt Riley!” They cried as she hugged them.

“Fallon, Drew, how are my two favorite kids?”

“Daddy took us out with Uncle Dave today, and Avery came with us.” Fallon twisted her dirty blonde hair around her finger, “Are you going to stay this time?”

“I still have work out of town.” She lied, “But I am thrilled I got to see you two while I was in town.”

“So, you’re just here for what the afternoon?” Avery’s tone was hard to miss as she stood next to Dave.

Riley stood up, looking at the woman, she’d always tolerated Avery, never gave her much thought, but she could tell at this moment that this woman wasn’t a fan of hers. She would probably get along with Dixie if she ever had the chance to meet her. “How long I’m here for is none of your business Avery.” She took a few steps forward, “Hi Dave.”

“Riley” he wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around, “God I missed you.”

Riley felt his lips press against hers, and she felt even less now than she had in July. “Are you going to show me the boat?” She smiled as he put her down, she couldn’t do this in front of everyone, this had to be between just them.

“Yes of course,” He looked to his friends, “Excuse me guys, but the future Mrs. Would like a tour, I’ll catch you tomorrow at work Av.”

Before Riley knew it, Dave was guiding her up onto the boat, she looked back at the dock where Charlie was on his knees begging Maya not to be mad at him.

Dave held her hand tightly as he took her to the main deck, “Okay, I know I should’ve talked to you first before I bought this, but I saw it, I knew this was the perfect place.”

“For what?”

“Our wedding, in November.”

“November?” She croaked, her eyes wide as he began to describe what he’d already arranged, “You’ve been meeting a wedding planner?”

“Well yeah honey, I know you’re busy with work, and you can’t plan the wedding, so I thought I would do it for you.”

“It’ll be freezing cold in November, we can’t get married outside then.”

“Oh, I was thinking we could go down the coast, get married down in Florida. Think of the beautiful sunsets we’d have as backdrop.”

“Who’s my favorite movie actor?”

Dave smiled, kissed her forehead as he moved to the bar, “Easy, Liam Hemsworth.”

“What am I allergic to?” She closed her eyes already knowing what he would answer.

“Nothing babe.” He opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

“My favorite movie snack?”

“Corn chips of course.” He handed her a glass of wine before leading her to a small table that looked out over the water. “What’s with the questions?”

Riley looked at the dark red glass of wine he handed her, “What kind of wine do I like?”

“Burgundy of course. Riley what’s with all the questions?”

She put the wine down without even tasting it, “You say you love me, that you want to marry me, but Dave I don’t think we know each other. Chris Evans is my favorite movie actor, I’m allergic to Nickle, more importantly it’s what my engagement ring is made of, and why I don’t wear it. I got a rash, Lucas almost had to cut it off when my finger swelled.” She pulled the ring from her pocket and put it on the table next to the wine, “My favorite movie snack is popcorn, I have to get a small otherwise I eat too much and get sick, and I hate Burgundy, I’m a Moscato girl, pink to be precise.”

“We know each other Riley, we just haven’t been around each other enough lately.” Dave insisted.

“You know what, I do know you,” Riley cupped his face with her hands, “You love corn chips as a snack, you love them plain, with salsa, guacamole, melted cheese, ranch dressing, and even honey. Your favorite movie actress is Meg Ryan, because your mom made you watch every single movie she ever made growing up, you’re allergic to cats, and you prefer a good microbrew to wine.”

He smiled, “See we know each other.” Suddenly he realized he might just be losing everything.

“You love this boat, and I’m betting that’s why you spent ten dollars on my ring. And if you knew me, you would know that I really don’t care how much you spent, but you lied to me, and if you knew me, you would’ve known that I was allergic to it.”

He didn’t speak.

Riley stepped away as she looked at the man she’d promised to marry, “Who is Avery’s favorite movie actor? Let me guess, Liam Hemsworth, and I bet she’s not allergic to anything, she loves corn chips as much as you do—or at least she pretends to, to get your attention, she loves Burgundy, it’s why you had it ready here on the boat. She loves this boat, and I bet right now if you closed your eyes, it’s her you see walking down those steps in a white gown on a November afternoon.”

Dave closed his eyes, Riley was right he didn’t see her, he saw Avery.

“Exactly” Riley gave him a soft smile, “Dave, you are a nice guy, but I’m not the woman for you, I never could be.”

“You’re the woman for Lucas though, aren’t you?”

Riley shrugged, “I don’t know,” she took an unsteady breath, “I think I am, I want to be.”

“I hope he knows you’re worth it.” Dave sighed as he sat down, “Did you suspect something between me and Avery?”

“Should I have?” She sat across from him, looking at the ring, “I never worried about how much time you two spent together, and sometimes that worried me more actually. Especially once I spent some time in Texas with Lucas, I thought at first it was just me needing closure for how things ended when we were younger.”

He sighed, “I suspected.”

“Since when?”

“That night I arrived, Riley I saw the way you two kissed, I saw the way you looked at each other. When his sister stormed in after snooping around.” Dave swirled the wine glass on the table, “Whatever she found, it was from you, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah” she nodded.

“And you didn’t want him to know, because if he knew, then it would change things, wouldn’t it?”

“Maybe” She looked up, feeling her eyes welling with tears, “Lucas and I, we almost got married in Las Vegas during spring break one year. But he didn’t show up. I found out he didn’t remember, and he’d never opened the letter.”

“He’s an idiot.” Dave smiled, “But Riley, he’s an idiot that is very much in love with you. I might not know some things, but I do know that if you don’t chase after him, if you don’t take a leap of faith, you will forever be missing a piece of yourself.”

“Thank you” Riley rose from her seat, kissing Dave on the cheek, “A word of advice, if you do find that Avery is the one, double check she’s not allergic to any metals before buying the ring.”

He nodded, “I’m sorry about that.”

“I know you are, I’m gonna go, I have to pack, now that Smackle bought me out of the firm, I don’t think New York is where I need to be at all.” Suddenly she felt a weight she didn’t know she was carrying lift from her.

“Good luck” Dave stood up, “Let me walk you out, if anything happened to you, well Lucas would probably kill me.”

“Well to keep him from killing you, sure.” Riley smiled as they got down from the yacht, “So, is Avery seeing anyone?”

“Not that I know of.” Dave walked along with her, “I mean there was a guy a while ago she was telling me about. He’s a lawyer, likes boating, but he was seeing someone else.”

“Go to her Dave, tonight, talk to her, I think she was talking about you, without talking about you.” Riley explained as they made it to the street and she hailed a cab, “Good luck, maybe I’ll see you at the next reunion.”

“Oh, come on, you know our best friends are married, we’ll probably see each other before then, like when Grace gets christened.”

“You’re right, we probably will. Avery or whoever will be lucky, because they’ll be the one.” She slipped into the cab, not really saying goodbye as she drove away, she felt lighter, freer, like she was only moments away from everything she wanted.

[gay-4-nozoeli-jolks]

How to slap Nico and get away with it

Okay, so here's the trashy short fic that no one actually asked for (aside from myself). This isn’t drama. This is crack. ( ͡°╭͜ʖ╮͡° )

“The heck did you do that for?” Hand flying automatically to cover her stinging right cheek, Nico stared at Eli in shock and disbelief. They were in the middle of discussing the steps they have for their next performance when out of nowhere, Eli leaned closer to her over the table and just struck her face.

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“The heck did you do that for?” Hand flying automatically to cover her stinging right cheek, Nico stared at Eli in shock and disbelief. They were in the middle of discussing the steps they have for their next performance when out of nowhere, Eli leaned closer to her over the table and just struck her face.

“Sorry.” Given the situation, Eli was surprisingly calm as she settled back into her seat. “It didn’t seem like you notice the mosquito that has landed on your cheek so I-“

“You’re just making that up!”

There was no way Nico was going to believe an excuse that was as clichéd as what Eli had given. Mosquito, my ass. But then, it wasn’t Eli’s nature to just slap someone on a whim, unless --

“This is one of Nozomi’s prank again, isn’t it?”

Nico didn’t miss the startled look on Eli’s face. Bingo.

“Look, Nico.” Eli tried to reason out. “I am not making that up. If you’re just going to çhe-‘

“Nico nico nii~ I’m not hearing you. “

Nico stubbornly covered her ears with her hands before she abruptly stood up from her seat. With vengeful steps, she stomped her way towards Nozomi who was taking a nap at the corner of the room.

Right now, there were only the three of them in the clubroom. Coincidentally, their classes were dismissed earlier than usual that they decided to hang out in the clubroom while waiting for the rest of u's to arrive for their afternoon practice.

Realizing what Nico was about to do, Eli scrambled out of her chair in panic. “Wait, Nico-‘

But her plea completely went to deaf ears.

“Nozomi!” Nico slammed her hand on the desk where Nozomi’s head was lying, jolting the older girl out of her sleep.

What happened next was so sudden that even before Nico realized what the blur of motion that flicked through her eyes was, a loud smack resounded across the room, followed by a stinging sensation on her left cheek.

“That fucking hurts, goddammit!”

Nozomi’s slap was even more forceful than Eli’s that Nico was sure she heard a few of her teeth cracked.  

“Huh? Nicocchi?” Nozomi, seemingly getting out of her daze, looked at her in confusion. “Wassup?”

“Don’t wassup me! You just violated my precious cheek and that’s all you’re going to say to me!”

“You can’t really blame Nozomi for that, Nico.” Eli piped in as she took her place beside Nozomi. “You woke her up so rudely that she thought it was her alarm clock which did that.“

At Nico's deadpanned expression, she explained. "Nozomi has the habit of slapping her alarm clock really hard to get it to stop when it goes off." Sighing, she added. "I tried to warn you but you wouldn’t listen.”

“I get it, I get.” Nico huffed. She couldn’t really argue with Eli on that, damn her and her righteous logic. But still, that's not enough to make her back down from this.

"It’s not the real issue here, anyway." That's right. She still had another ace up her sleeves. "How about tha-‘

“What’s that on your cheek, Nicocchi?” Nozomi interrupted before Nico could even deliver the first half of her piece. With a squint of her eyes, she continued. “Is that blood?”

“Whaa-”

“Here.” Conveniently, Eli handed Nico a compact mirror. To her mortification there was indeed a tiny splatter of semi dry blood on her face. Nico froze, but only for a moment. After hastily wiping off the aftermath of the mosquito’s death, she turned to Eli with an accusing glare.

“You should have told me.”

“Hey, I tried to tell you about that too but you wouldn’t listen.”

"Okay, what's going on here?" Nozomi asked, eyes flitting over from Eli to Nico."What’s the fuss all about? More importantly, what could be so important that I have to be woken up, and in quite such an endearing manner, if I must say? "

Even if Nozomi did say that, there wasn’t really a bite to her tone. In fact, she was smiling nonchalantly, eyes even forming crescent moon and all, making an impression that it wasn’t really a big deal for her nonetheless, but for Nico, Nozomi’s look just screams you better give me a good excuse or I’m smashing your face on this desk. Or at least, that’s how Nico interprets it. Afterall, Nozomi was a first-class embodiment of a wolf in a sheep’s clothing.

But of course, Eli didn’t know that.

"It’s kind of silly, actually. Nico was-"

“The great Nico was just thinking after Nozomi.” Nico butted in, and almost quite forcefully at that. With eyes focused on Eli, she continued.” Since we’re going to the convenience store, what’s wrong with asking her if there’s anything she wants us to buy for her? What’s so silly about that?”

Nico felt like gagging once she was finished with her speech. It was so disgustingly cringe-worthy that she had to wonder how she was able to keep a straight face going through the lines.

But then, she supposed she could live with it. Oddly enough, she didn’t get any funny reactions from either Nozomi or Eli, which was somewhat beyond belief especially when it comes to Nozomi. That and Eli seemed to have gotten a grasp of what was going on and played along with her.

"Err, sorry – I was just trying to tease you.”

“Nevermind.” Nico waved her hand in dismissal. Shifting her gaze to Nozomi, she asked. “So, anything you have in mind? Food? Drinks?”

Nozomi raised an eyebrow, causing Nico to gulp inwardly. She knew her acting was flawless but Nozomi was quite perceptive as well. She was almost sure that Nozomi wouldn’t let her off that easily that she almost did a victory dance when Nozomi didn’t push the subject.

"Nah, don’t worry about it. I’d rather go with you two than stay here by myself."

Fuck fuck fuck. I did it. I survived!

"Okay, let's go then."

As they walked out of the room, Nozomi put an arm around Nico's shoulder and asked. "So, is it going to be your treat, Nicocchi?"

"Huuh?” Nico drawled out. “What treat are you talking about? I didn't say anything about that."

“Now, come on Nico.” Eli cooed (Nico swore she heard a snicker somewhere there) as she threw an arm on top of Nozomi’s.” It’s been so long since you’ve treated us to something that it actually makes us quite happy you’re doing it again today.”

Fuck.

Nico had momentarily forgotten that Eli can also be devious when she wants to be. Right now, it would do her good if she just indulge them with their childish demands for a bit. Her wallet might hurt a lot, but it’s better than having to suffer from Nozomi’s hands once she learns of the blunder Nico had committed against her. She could just imagine Nozomi’s pure evil look and she shivered just from the mere thought of it.

"Fine! Just this one time! And can the both of you please get your arms off of me. I’m getting suffocated here."

Which was partially true, considering how she was practically sandwiched between the two that she had to wonder how they had not yet managed to tumble over each other.

Nico tried to shrug their arms off her shoulder but they wouldn’t budge. Realizing that whatever she says will just be ignored, she loudly groaned in resignation, prompting the two to burst in laughter.

Once their laughter subdued, Nozomi said. "I almost forgot to say this, but you look adorable with tomato cheeks, Nicocchi."

"Kinda reminds you of a baby's cheeks. They're so cute you'd want to pinch them." Eli seconded.

"S-shut it, you both!"

If there’s one thing that came out good from the couple slap she got from the garasu no hanazono duo, it was that her cheeks were already flushed enough for her burning embarrassment to be noticeable.

Seriously, these two would be the death of her, one way or another.

Thanks for reading. Please let me know if you have any violent reactions.

[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  Hope you had a good day, or at least a calm one!  I think your tree is adorable, and I love your tree topper!  It’s so pretty!  Also, my congrats if Mo leaves it alone.  Most of the kitty parents I know are full of horror stories about their cats climbing the tree/trying to eat the tree/trying to eat things off the tree/etc.  XD  One friend’s cat earned herself the nickname Monkey because the very first thing she did the night they brought her home was go right up the tree.  I’m pretty sure that was at least a decade ago, and the only person who ever calls her by her actual name at this point is probably my friend’s dad.  Another friend complains every year that she can’t use tinsel on her tree anymore because her cats will try to eat it.

And omg, that Disney/TW thing was terrible.  Most of them seemed to only be using the most shallow, surface level reading of the characters, as usual they seemed to forget that Disney made animated films before the early 90s, and also as usual, Noah and Melissa got left out, despite having been there the full run of the show.  I think I usually headcanon Peter more CN than anything else, but I can see the logic behind some NE being mixed in there, too.  Some of that could be because I tend to see his apparent desire for power as more of a trauma-based need for control than just purely for its own sake.  (It might have helped if they’d been a bit more consistent with his character…)

It’s probably because I was out of the fandom for a while, but most stuff I’ve seen that addresses it typically has the Hales being of British Isles descent.  I think that’s mainly because the name itself is English (I think?), and it helps to explain the abundance of Celtic mythology/imagery if it’s something they brought with them when settling the town.  I’m not particularly bothered either way, though, and always enjoy a chance to learn about other culture’s customs.  :D  And I love how everyone just agrees that Peter is the type to just casually speak like a dozen languages, just because he can.  XD  Also, I’m now picturing a springerle rolling pin that’s nothing but wolf images, a quite literally hand-carved hand-me-down (that I’m going to pretend was stored in the vault.)

And yeah, I figured the other kids would adapt pretty well, but I definitely foresee an issue with Jax.  I feel like it’s going to come down to one of his siblings having to step in, probably either Malia (because he actually likes her) being like “Hey, could you maybe try not being such an obnoxious douche-nozzle to my dad before I punch you in the throat?  Do I treat your dad that way?”, or Ben just being like “Why are you so mean to Poppa?” and then Jackson will have to face the full effect of the sad puppy face that got sprung on Stiles.  XD

 I feel like it would make sense for it to take a few full moons for a turned wolf to achieve a full shift, especially if there’s no genetic component.  Almost all the wolves we see turned in the show have a rough enough time adapting at first without throwing in something like that.  I definitely think it makes more sense for born wolves to have an easier/quicker time of it, especially at first.

I love both of the recent previews.  I seriously have been ferally screaming over the pinned one all day.  XD  The swagger.  The mountain ash.  The “goddammit Peter, he’s not afraid of you, he’s afraid for you” of it all.  And the section when he’s first shifting is good, too (no matter when it was written.)  That’s going to be freaky as hell, even if you’re expecting it.  And the whole thing with the way his bones are cracking and such just feels like it emphasizes how warped and wrong it all is, at least to me, because as best I remember, the few times we see a full shift in the show, it just sort of seems to flow from one to the other.  Also, it just occurred to me that his alpha form was almost like a perfect balance of the American Werewolf in London and Underworld versions of full shift.  I’m curious to see if he maintains that version or if the presence of his mates/pack help him heal to a more normal version.  Part of me wants to see him get better because I don’t like seeing them hurt, part of me really wants to see his beast form tackle hug Noah and Chris and try to cuddle in their laps.  XD

And oh, man, those window seats just made me want them to have one in the rebuilt Hale house, maybe in like a loft or an upper floor, that’s big enough for the three of them to cram into, or the kids, or assorted combos thereof, in whatever forms they choose.  Especially for like during storms and stuff.  Just, all the cuddles, and reading stories to the littles, and taking random naps in the sunshine, and everything.

Also, now I’m picturing Noah and Chris singing shit like “You Make It Feel Like Christmas” and “Cuddle Up, Cozy Down Christmas”, or like that “Peace On Earth/Little Drummer Boy” thing Bing Crosby and David Bowie did, while trying to make Peter a surprise breakfast, and it’s adorable.  And I’ve been listening to way too much Straight No Chaser holiday music to deal with the idea of them all singing together in anything approaching a rational manner.  And is he not supposed to look at them like they’re part of the menu?  I’m pretty sure if Peter was given the option of what he’d like to eat first…well.  XD

Those poor teachers.  They probably thought they’d lucked out with this one after Stiles and Malia, and then the holidays came around…  (Just wait until they get the next round of Haleargentski children…)  XD

And I’m going to hold you to that promise of romance XD (not really, if it doesn’t work out that way, don’t worry.)  I would say “my body is ready”, but that feels like it might come across somewhat awkward.  XD  Although it did occur to me that given how he is about the whole “your all’s shirts are way too tight to share” thing, when it gets to that point, Noah’s probably also going to have one of those “it’s been a hot minute, so some things aren’t quite what they used to be” type moments like Chris had with Peter at the motel, though I think he’d be more likely to try and joke it off, and Peter’s just going to be like “Gods, you two really are as bad as each other sometimes”, while happily reassuring both of them, because he can, and he enjoys it.

And wow, I’ve rambled on so much longer than I meant to given that I have an early shift tomorrow (or today, really…  ’>.> )  So, I hope you got some decent rest, and your meds are helping like they should, and that you are happy with what you got done on the chapter.  I hope that today goes well, too, and that you find some good candy at post-holiday discount prices, if that is a thing they do there (or will that not happen until after Christmas?)  Anyway, I hope you have a good day, whatever else happens.  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Hey hey, I honestly had a pretty good day yesterday, a little busy because of last minute store runs and an uncooperating phone. (oh joy, had to reset the bastard twice) but other than that, pretty good. 

Treated myself to a new game for Sinterklaas. It’s the Spiderman Game of the Year edition, I didn’t have that game yet and it was on sale for like 28 bucks and people left really good reviews. Maybe if I get some money for Christmas I might also get me the Miles Morales one, the new one. But I’m also getting Cyberpunk cause I pre-ordered it back in April, so we’ll see. I might just wait until Miles Morales goes on sale too in a couple of months. Still have to finish Valhalla first though XD.

And you’re not gonna believe it, but Mo left my Christmas tree completely alone. He does not care about the Christmas tree. He does not care about plants. He does not care about BOXES. I honestly think my cat is broken, but then again, I am typing this while he is sleeping in my lap and purring, so who cares.

And Omg XD I am eternally grateful Mo didn’t do that but I love Monkey and can see why they got that nickname XD What a rascal!

I mostly included NE for Peter because apparently that’s what Ian Bohen considers Peter’s Alignement to be. I personally think he’s more CN too (though I am probably basing that on his trauma.) 

I actually made a personal alignment chart for the characters in Once Upon A Time here. (Though I forgot to include three characters namely the Nurse, John,  and Danny. I think Danny would fall under either NG or LN and he would probably tell someone if someone’s shoe laces were untied, and the nurse more under LE I guess, considering her background, though I feel like she’s not evil for evil’s sake she more or less was driven to it and as such has a strong need for revenge regardless of whom she hurts, though she tries to redeem herself later. (and that’s all I will say due to spoilers). And she would probably tie the person’s shoe laces for them, old habits die hard.) John I feel like would be CG or LN and he’d be the person to untie his own shoes in solidarity. (kinda like his grandchildren Stiles and Malia, where do you think they got that one from?)

But yeah I’m still not sure how to feel about the Disney one. I can kinda see with some of them where they were coming from but none of it feels ‘flawless’ or particularly right to me? Idk. I honestly feel like Kuzco and maybe Pocahontas were the two biggest Nopes for me. I mean Scar kinda fits, Elsa, I can see that, but none of it I truly identify these characters with. Idk.

And I feel like Peter or John probably had the foresight to store some of their most prized family heirlooms in that vault. Such as a copy of the family photo, Peter’s triskelion necklace piece, a springerle with wolf inscriptions,  some video tapes of the family, personal artifacts of each family member, and Talia and John’s claws, family recipes, some gifts John made for his grandchildren, and John’s journal about the family history, werewolf lore, and lots of dirt on both Elias Stilinski and Gerard Argent.

I feel like Peter speaking lots of languages also just makes sense. He seems to be the type to have connections everywhere and to have little birds everywhere listening in for him. He would also be the type of person to either have connections to or keep an eye on the Russian and Italian Maffia, he learned French and Polish for Chris and Noah, Spanish is just a useful language to learn because it's vast. And German and Dutch were taught to him from a young age, probably some Latin too. So I can see why many people would headcanon Peter as mutli-lingual, it just makes sense for his character.

Malia and Ben ganging up on Jackson is my new favorite image. Can you imagine what the combined power of those two will be? Also just any of the teenagers realizing they can deploy the younger sibling to be absolutely adorable and people will do anything for that face, no matter what the teenagers are asking. 

As for Peter’s wolf, why not both? There’s no reason why he can’t act like an overgrown puppy as a beast and still heal and slowly revert back to his original form over the course of a couple of full moons as his mind heals from the trauma.

They’re definitely getting a windowseat big enough to seat three adults, four teenagers and a couple of little ones. Surrounded by books, a few curtains and lots of pillows. it needs to happen.

And you guessed it, there’s gonna be a shy moment where both Chris and Noah get self conscious about their bodies. Noah because, well, he gained some weight, got a bit older, has some stretch marks although he’s still goddamn fit considering what he does and he tries to play it off as a joke, Peter will show him just how sexy he is, really. And Chris has another moment because he had another baby, so more pudge, more stretch marks and due to his humanity, more scars. I think I’ll let Noah handle that one first and then Peter helps. Chris of course also worships Noah’s body, because holy shit, none of them is exactly in bad shape, but Noah’s definitely been hiding way more. Also Noah’s tall now, so Chris just sort of melts when the taller man sweeps him off his feet. We also need some Omega/Omega love in this story.

And wow, now I’ve been rambling XD. I’m gonna make me some late breakfast (it’s 1 pm) and grab some coffee and then start writing.