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Chapter 4

S1 Episode 3

The day after Y/N kissed Stiles and this man can’t keep his mouth shut about it. Can you blame him? He’s a simpin’ man. The pack sneaks into a crime scene and then Stiles has dinner with your pops. Also, keep in mind that I’m heavily basing Y/N’s dad’s personality on ✨Phil Dunphy✨ bc he’s the best TV dad ever

“SCOTT!” Stiles squeaked as soon as he caught glimpse of his friend. “SCOTT OH MY GOD!!”

“What?” He chuckled, looking at the disheveled running towards him.

“You have to promise on EVERYTHING that you won’t tell a fucking soul,” He said, holding out his pinky. Scott simply looked down at it unamused. “Right, okay. Yeah, that’s Y/N’s thing sorry but swear it!”

“Okay, I swear just tell me.”

“Y/N kissed me,” Stiles said quickly, making Scott’s eyes go wide as his jaw dropped. “I mean technically I kissed her but-“

“YOU GUYS KIS-“

“SHHH!” Stiles flailed his arms. “Shut up! I don’t want her to know I told you, I promised her!”

“You kissed her?” Scott asked again in shock. “When? How? Wait, did she kiss you back?”

“Literally not even fifteen minutes after you kissed Allison. She told me to. I thought it was like a platonic thing with the way she did it but then we kissed and there was SO MUCH chemistry! And yeah, asshole. Why is that such a surprise?”

“Because she refuses to even admit to me that she liked you!” Scott replied. “Dude so like how was it?”

“AMAZING!” Stiles shouted, gaining the eyes of a few passersby. “Dude, it was like electric. I could feel it in my bones. It was- I don’t know. All I know is I wanna do it again and again and-“

“Okay, ew. She’s like my sister so maybe tone it down a bit,” Scott cringed.

“Oh yeah sorry about that,” Stiles said as they walked into the school. “But then we went to her place to like look into the Laura Hale thing and she didn’t even let me talk about it. She’s like teasing me or something. I don’t understand and I’m FREAKING out, okay? … But anyways, how are you doing? You good?”

“Yeah, I mean I had this dream last night that’s been bothering me,” Scott went on to explain everything as they entered the building. They continued to psychoanalyze the dream when they saw you at the locker.

“Hey!” You smiled, hopping into step with them. Scott smirked and gave it all away. “You told him?!”

“I-What?! I didn’t- How the hell did you- How could you tell?!” Stiles stammered. Scott started making kissing noises, making you groan and walk away. “Wait, Y/N! I-.. And she’s walking away. This is your fault, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Scott chuckled before continuing on with the previous conversation.

You walked to your locker and unloaded the contents of your backpack in there before grabbing the things you needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lydia smiled, walking up to with Jackson right behind her. “Would you tell him that Scott isn’t taking steroids?”

“Scott? You mean the boy who told my mom I stole her liquor?” You deadpanned. They waited for your response. “No, you idiot. He’s the definition of a goody two shoes.”

“Well, something’s off. I need to find out what it is,” Jackson huffed. “I mean what is up with all of the dead bodies and weird vibes?”

“Bodies? Plural?” You questioned.

“Yeah, rumor has it that the janitor got torn to shreds last night in the bus,” Lydia responded. Your heart dropped.

“Jesus, I don’t even feel safe in this town anymore,” You mumbled, feeling as if Derek somehow had something to do with it.

“I gotta go,” Jackson interrupted. “But if you hear anything, tell me.”

“Okay?” You shot him a confused glare.

“About Scott I mean-“

“Yes, I know what you meant. You can leave now,” You rolled your eyes, shocking the couple with the attitude. “God, what is up with your boyfriend?”

“He’s jealous of Scott,” Lydia replied, starting to make her way to class. “I would be too. Scott’s starting to become quite the player. He’s kind of hot too, don’t you think?”

“No,” You laughed, passing by Allison and nodding at her. She smiled and held up her finger, signaling she’d be right behind the two of you after she was off of the phone.

“He’s not the only hot one, you know. The whole school’s been talking about you,” Lydia gleamed. “You’re welcome!”

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, walking into class and taking your seats. You chitchatted for a few more minutes before continuing on with your school day. The first half of it went by really quickly and before you knew it, you sat at a table with your lunch, waiting on your friends.

“Okay, I know you’re still mad but listen-“

“You think it was Scott?” You looked up at your friends. “Yeah, I heard you talking about it last hour.”

“I don’t think it was him,” Stiles argued, taking the seat next to yours. “He dreamt a similar dream. Maybe it’s like a werewolf thing to predict the future?”

“Yeah, and kind of like how it’s a Stiles thing to bounce off ridiculous theories,” You said sarcastically.

“I remember it clearly though,” Scott mumbled. “I need to talk to Derek.”

“What?!” You both exclaimed.

“He has the answers,” Scott shrugged. “He knows how to hold back the urge to turn on a full moon, he’s gotta know about this. I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel-“

“No, you’re not cancelling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life,” Stiles interrupted. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Lydia smiled, taking the seat next to Scott.

“Homework,” You smiled before everyone else joined you at the table. They all made small talk before Stiles confirmed that it was a bus driver who got attacked.

“Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?” Lydia said. “Like, oh! Where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”

You all looked up at her.

“I mean we were still thinking about what we were going to do,” Allison replied nicely.

“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we’re doing something fun,” She said.

“Lydia, we could-“ You began before she gave you a look, shutting you up.

“..Hanging out? Like the four of us?” Scott looked over at Allison. “Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?”

“Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun.”

“You know what else sounds fun?” Jackson spoke up. “Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.”

“Well this sounds like a recipe for disaster,” You leaned over and muttered to Stiles. He nodded in agreement as you listened to the four kids make plans, cringing when Scott claimed to be an excellent bowler.

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“God, it was like watching a car wreck,” Stiles spewed after school. “And then out of nowhere comes that phrase.”

“Hanging out.”

“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Stiles said, making you roll your eyes. “You and Danny can start hanging out.”

“You’re overreacting,” You finally said. The boys ignored you and continued voicing their thoughts.

“How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn’t.”

“I don’t think Danny likes me very much.”

“ I asked Allison on a date and now we’re hanging out.”

“Am I not attractive to gay guys?”

“Make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now-now i’m gonna be late for work!” Scott marched off.

“Wait Scott! You didn’t answer my question! Am I attractive to gay guys- he didn’t answer my question,” He looked at you. “Oh my god wipe that smug look off of your face.”

“Sounds like you should’ve asked Danny to be your first kiss,” You teased, making him groan. “No no don’t be embarrassed! You two would make a very cute couple!”

“Not as cute as we would,” He smiled. You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head as you walked past him. “Wait, Y/N! Am I though?!”

“Take me home, Stilinski!” You replied, not even bothering to look behind you.

“Fine,” He mumbled, catching up to you and doing as instructed.

“This is so reckless,” You shined as Stiles pulled his jeep up to the school.

“Relax, I just- I need to do this, okay?” Scott replied, hopping out of the jeep, following Stiles.

“Right. Walking into a crime scene. What could you wrong?” You muttered to yourself, leaning back in the backseat. Stiles came back not even a minute later.

“Am I Robin?” He asked you.

“Stiles, we’ve been over this. I need an explanation when you ask something like that,” You said. “I can’t read your mind.”

“Scott’s Batman and I’m Robin,” He explained. You stayed silent. “Ugh! I knew it!”

“What does that make me then?”

“Alfred,” he said matter of factly.

“The fucking butler?!” You laughed. “Okay, I definitely have the shorter end of the stick here. I thought I’d be Lois Lane or something.”

“You hurt my heart when you say things like that,” Stiles cringed. “That’s Superman’s love interest.”

“Maybe even a Princess Leia,” You smirked.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to piss me off,” Stiles chuckled. “What’s next? You hate Star Wars?”

“Well-“

“Don’t.” His smile faded instantly, making you throw your head back in laughter. “Wait wait.. do you see that? Oh my god that’s a light!”

Stiles began to honk his horn to get Scott’s attention. Your heart raced at the thought of getting caught. There goes any chance of a full ride. You’d be lucky to be accepted into a community college at that. Scott jumped over the fence and got in the car.

“Go! Go! Go!” He shouted.

“Did it work?! Did you remember?!” Stiles yelled as he drove off.

“Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood. A lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?” You asked.

“No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren’t mine. It was Derek.”

“What about the driver?” Stiles interrogated.

“I think I was actually trying to protect him.”

“Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?”

“That’s what I don’t get it.”

“It’s got to be a pack thing. Like an initiation. You do the kill together,” You said

“Because ripping someone’s throat out is a real bonding experience?” Scott asked sarcastically.

Yeah, but you didn’t do it. Which means you’re not a killer. And it also means that-“

“I can go out with Allison!”

“I was going to say it means that you won’t kill me,” Stiles finished

“Oh yeah.. that too,” Scott said.

“Can you guys take me home yet?” You asked.

“Shh, the adults are talking,” Scott smirked. You leaned forward and punched him in the arm. “OW!”

“Dude, you kinda had that one coming,” Stiles winced. The two boys continued to throw around ideas until you got to Scott’s house. He thanked Stiles before he walked off and you took the liberty of hopping in the front seat.

“Since everyone’s going out, do you wanna do something?” Stiles asked excitedly.

“You mean.. hang out?” You smirked.

“Ouch!” He pretended to grab at a wound on his chest, scrunching up his face.

“I’m kidding!” You laughed. “God, I wish I could but my dad’s about to leave for two weeks. I kind of have to go eat dinner with him tonight. Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude-”

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “I’m convinced my dad likes you more than me.”

“Oh I think he does too. We’re tight. Sometimes he even games with me and Scott on Xbox but-”

“You guys play games with my father on Xbox,” you deadpanned. “Nerd by association my ass.”

“I’m going to choose to ignore that very hurtful comment and finish my sentence that you so rudely interrupted,” Stiles held up his hand. “But your mom scares the living hell out of me.”

“Yeahhh, she scares me too,” You chuckled. “She’s working the night shift though so it would just be the three of us. My dad’s making chicken parm.”

“Say no more,” He laughed, reversing the jeep so he could pull into your driveway. “Can’t promise you that I won’t play Call of Duty with him.”

“Is it too late to revoke my offer?” You rolled your eyes.

“It was too late as soon as you said he was making chicken parm.”

“Did I say chicken parm? I meant-”

“Look at that! We’re here!” Stiles shouted, hopping out of the jeep. You smiled as he opened your door. As you reached forward to open it, Lydia’s mom swung open the front door and yelped.

“Mrs. Martin?” You asked, confused as to why the hell she was in your house.

“Hi, Y/N! Stiles!” She smiled. “Have you seek Lydia? I’ve looked everywhere and I told her to be back by dinner. She just will not abide by the curfew and she’s driving me nuts.”

“Uh, I think she’s out on a double date but I don’t remember where they said they were going,” You covered. “I can call her if you’d like.”

“No, no. Thank you, sweetheart. I just needed to know she wasn’t alone,” She chuckled. “Have a good weekend, you two!”

“Yeah, you too,” Stiles mumbled before turning to you. “What the hell?”

You simply shrugged and continued to walk inside of the house.

“Hey, kiddo! I’m in here!” He shouted from the kitchen. You followed the sound of his voice and saw him washing off a few dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. “Your friend’s mom was just here. Have you heard from-”

“I let her know that Lydia’s out on a double date. With Scott and Allison actually,” You smiled, sitting down at the counter. “Are you cool with Stiles joining us for dinner?”

“Only if he promises to let me kick his ass on some Xbox!” He chuckled, throwing a small towel on his shoulder. “How’ve you been, son?”

“Good! But I haven’t let you beat me yet, Mr. Y/L/N. Not starting tonight,” Stiles laughed, still standing behind you.

“That’ll change in about an hour,” You father replied. “Dinner won’t be ready for another thirty minutes, though. You kids go upstairs, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“Okay, Pops,” You got up and led Stiles to your room. Once he shuffled past you, you closed the door and turned to him. “He’s acting weird.”

“He’s acting totally normal. What do you mean?” Stiles laughed, walking to your computer.

“I don’t know. It’s just the vibe, I guess,” You mumbled. “You’re probably right. Anyways, whatcha researchin?”

“Okay so, hear me out,” He began, not looking away from the computer. “I was up late last night looking for more information regarding the Hales, specifically Laura Hale. I couldn’t stop thinking about why she could transform into a wolf. Get this, it says that only the strongest of werewolves are able to do that. Well, who’s typically the strongest wolf in a pack?”

“The alpha?”

“Exactly!” Stiles said, turning your screen towards you. “There were only a handful of survivors from the fire that burnt down their house. Laura, Derek, and an uncle, but he’s out of the picture because he was left like in a coma or something. Laura must’ve taken the role whenever the previous alpha died. Or maybe she was it the whole time. My theory is that Scott’s alpha might’ve killed her. For power or maybe they were intimidated or they were mortal enemies or-”

“Pause. Could she have been the one to turn him?” You interrupted.

“No because I think that would make Derek the alpha and his eyes aren’t red like the ones Scott’s seen,” Stiles dismissed. “All I’m saying is that, as if we need another reason not to trust him, we definitely shouldn’t be asking help from Derek if there’s tension between the packs.”

“Okay so the comatose uncle is completely out of the question then?” You asked. “How do we know he’s not faking it or something?”

“Because A.) he’s been bedridden and unresponsive for years, and B.) he.. wait it’s better to just show you,” Stiles typed for a minute before finding what he was looking for. “Ah! Here’s a picture. He hasn’t even healed. See? My best guess is that it burned the werewolf out of him.”

“Wait, wait so were they all bitten by their previous alpha?” You shook your head.

“Maybe,” He shrugged. “Or they were born that way. I read somewhere else that it’s possible.”

“God, I feel like the more we uncover, the more questions we’re left with,” You groaned, falling back into your bed. “Have you looked into werewolf hunters?”

“…No, actually,” he muttered after a few seconds. “That’s a good place to start tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m just so tired of researching all of this,” You said, looking up at your ceiling.

“Woah, now this is interesting,” He said, completely ignoring your comment. “They’re everywhere. Even Mexico!”

“That actually doesn’t shock me. Everything is in Mexico,” You laughed. “I have a cousin who lived down there and-”

“What if I email them and ask for information?!” He interrupted. “Maybe they can give us something to go off of. A book? A dark website?”

“Don’t. You might just lead them here and put Scott in even more danger than he’s already in,” You said, sitting up. “What if they’re all in league with each other?”

“But what if they’re not?”

“Stiles, it’s not worth the risk. The last thing we need is an army of werewolf hunters in Beacon Hills. Not when Scott can’t really keep it under control yet,” You argued. “Plus, I’m sure all they know about werewolves are how to torture and kill them.”

“Good point,” He sighed. “Yeah, I should just leave that alone then. It’s just frustrating because I feel like I’m running out of websites and books to read that seem legit.”

“Scott’s taking the night off. Let’s do the same! We can just do something to take our minds off of all of this,” You suggested. “We could watch a movie or play board games or-”

“I vote that we make out,” Stiles said, earning a disappointment glare. “What?? I’m just throwing it out there!”

“You definitely threw that option out of the window when you told Scott,” You laughed.

“What the hell did you expect me to do?!” He laughed. “Keep that to myself?”

“Yes, remember how I explicitly asked you to, and I quote, not tell anyone?” You deadpanned.

“Okay, I couldn’t just keep that from him, okay? He’s known how long I’ve wanted to kiss you for so he definitely had a right to know that it happened!” He defended his story, pausing only to see the look on your face. “I mean- fuck. The point is-”

“No, no, no. I want to hear your first point,” You smiled, getting up to poke his side.

“Stop! Stop!” He giggled, trying to run off to no avail. “Tickling is so not fair!”

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You kept on.

“Days!” He shouted, only to get another series of pokes. “OKAY! YEARS!”

“Years?” You stopped dead in your tracks, smile instantly dropping into a look of shock.

“Yeah, years,” He affirmed softly. “Since like elementary school, actually.”

“Why didn’t you ever-”

“Dinner’s ready!” Your dad barged into the room, causing the two of you to awkwardly stand in your respective sides of the room. “You ready for the best chicken parm you’ve ever laid your eyes on? I mean.. tongue on? Is there a better phrase for that?”

“Yeah, okay,” You finally managed to peel your eyes off of the boy standing in front of you. “Let’s, uh, go eat.”

“I think you mean feast!” Your dad said excitedly on the way downstairs, trying to ignore the weird tension in a subtle way. “And I was thinking. Maybe we should play Mario Kart on Y/N’s old Wii tonight instead of Xbox so everyone can join in on the fun.”

“Well, I’d hate to make two men pout when I dominate the game,” You teased, taking your seat at the table. “But if you’re looking to be humbled, I guess this is a good way of doing it.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles laughed. “You got 5th place last time we played. And it was just three of us. You lost to not one but four computer generated players!”

“Stiles, you got 6th.”

“That’s beside the point,” He mumbled, taking his first bite of his dinner. “Mm, oh my god. Okay, this is hands down the best dinner I’ve ever had. Wow.”

“I’ll send you home with some leftovers,” Your dad chuckled. “You should come join us for dinner more often! The girls never appreciate my meals!”

You three spent the rest of the dinner cracking jokes. There was no longer any tension and you all told hilarious stories your and Stiles’ childhoods. Your dad jumped at the opportunity to tell Stiles a few embarrassing stories as well, making you hide into the arms you rested on the table. Once you cleared the table, you all played a couple rounds of Mario Kart. You ate your words and accepted the defeat. Your father placed first, Stiles third, and you fifth again.

“Alright, guys. I should probably hit the sack,” your dad looked at the clock. “I have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Alright, Dad. Love you,” You smiled from the couch. He walked over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Love you too, kiddo,” He smiled. “I’ll be gone before you wake up but call me if you need anything. Thanks for swinging by, Stiles! I left the leftovers in a container in the fridge.”

“Thank you!” Stiles smiled. “Dude, your dad is seriously the best.”

“You’re only saying that because you two are practically the same person,” You laughed, turning off the TV. “Any word from your dad about the bus driver?”

Stiles sighed, looking down at your phone. He opened his mouth to say something but followed your distracted gaze. You both realized Scott’s mom was pulling into her driveway. “Oh shit. Weren’t we supposed to cover for Scott tonight?”

You both shot up and sprinted toward the door.

“Stiles, wait! Let me give her your leftovers!”

“What?! Why?!” He stopped as he reached for knob.

“I’ll knock and say that they’re for her! As a distraction!” You scoured the fridge for the leftovers and grabbed the container.

“I don’t like this idea!” He shouted.

“Well you won’t be able to make it up there unless I distract her!” You said opening and walking out of the door. “Go! I know the recipe! I’ll bring you some to school! Come on!”

“That’s bullshit but okay! I’m coming!” He ran behind you, splitting off as you walked to their front door. You rang the doorbell and knocked a few times before Melissa opened the door.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? It’s late,” She smiled. She already changed into her pajamas. Damn this woman moved quick.

“I saw you come home. My dad made chicken parm and I figured you’d be hungry after your shift,” You smiled, holding out the leftovers. You caught glimpse of Stiles climbing in your peripheral and moved a little to your left to guide Melissa’s gaze away from the clumsy boy.

“Oh, sweetheart!” She grinned. “That is so thoughtful, thank you! Come in, it’s chilly. Want a hot chocolate?”

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you-”

“I insist!” She smiled. “Unless you’re here to see Scott, I can go-”

“No!” You said a little to loudly before clearing your throat and smiling back. “No, I’m sure he’s asleep! But sure, I’ll take that hot chocolate.”

“Let me just make sure Scott is asleep. He’d hate to miss out on hot chocolate,” She smiled skeptically. You closed your eyes in shame as she walked upstairs, knowing you just blew the cover. You heard her call out to him before hearing her footsteps begin to go back down stairs again. “Y/N, do you happen to know where-”

She was interrupted by a loud thud from his room. You ran upstairs and she held you back, grabbing the bat on Scott’s floor and charging.

“OH, NO, NO!” Stiles shouted, making Melissa scream.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?!” She exclaimed.

“What am I doing?!” He asked. “God, do either of you even play baseball?”

You saw Scott enter through the front door and run upstairs. He walked into his room and you followed.

“Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?” She said. “Like you, Y/N. Thank you for being a normal person.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your family friend.

“But we lock the front door. He wouldn’t be able to get in,” Scott said.

“Yeah, exactly,” She glared. “And by the way, do any of you care that there’s a police-enforced curfew?”

“No,” You all mumbled.

“No. Alright then. Well, you know what?” She began. “That about enough parenting for me for one night so goodnight.”

“So no hot chocolate?” You teased, making her chuckle on the way out. You sat beside Stiles as Scott pulled up a chair to face at you.

“So I just found out that my dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago,” Stiles sighed. “It’s the bus driver. He said that he succumbed to his wounds.”

Your eyes shot to look at Scott, heart sinking more and more by the second.

“Succumbed?” He asked.

“Scott, he’s dead,” Stiles mumbled.

“Take me to Derek’s house.”

CHAPTER 5 ->

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Omg the romantic tension is RISING. Years?! I’m living vicariously through this series lmao. Please let me know what you think of this series so far. Let me know if you have any suggestions, constructive criticism (besides the fact that I don’t proofread it lol i’m lazy, okay?), or if you want to be added to the tag list for upcoming chapters!! ily guys :3

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i need more people to talk about them bc they lived together, solved crimes together, beat up men together…. i’m getting the vibes that historians would call them “ best friends”

mwahah i tweaked their dresses and outfits (obviously) for this. My thought process behind this? picture it: instead of going with that murderer piece of shit to the party, they go together. they kiss n then kill him. the end 💓

(also they are literally 💖 and 🖤 girlfriends PLEASE )

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Dekubaku/Bakudeku fic recommendations

@glittergit Hi, I'm sorry it took this long! I hope you don't mind me making a post rather than messaging you. I just figured it'd be easier so that I can immediately include the links.

Also, to anyone who might see this, please feel free to read it too ☺️✨

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Canon-compliant, Post Deku Retrieval Arc || This is the comfort chapter we never got in canon lmao. Seriously, this is very well-written and Izuku's trauma also was more explored in this fic. His interactions and moments with his classmates are absolutely touching. Honestly, the romance(?) is just a bonus and imo, this can pass as a LN chapter.

In your dreams, nerd! by Sapphicflower🧡

Canonverse, Izuku and Katsuki don't know they're sharing dreams || This is like the fluffiest, cutest, face-splitting smile fic I have ever read. It's so amazing and so so fluffy, also did I already mention fluff? The author's prose felt like a cup of warm cocoa during the winter, or the sweet smell of flowers on the first day of spring. It's super sweet.

Gardenias all Over by MinervaHope 💚

Canonverse, Hanahaki AU, ongoing || This fic has a unique take to the Hanahaki AU. They're both stupid oblivious pining idiots, it hurts. It also perfectly balances the angst and fluff. Although it only happened once, I also really liked that the author chose to touch on platonic bkdk.

Take to the Sky, but Be Ready to Fall by EquinoxSolstice

Canon-divergent, Izuku unlocks the Float quirk || Another fluff to add to the list! If you're into sweet sweet fluff with the right amount of shoujo-esque tropes then this is the perfect fic for you! Seriously, the author's right! Float quirk are indeed freaking romantic

The Night we Met by Majjale 🧡

Take me Back (Epilogue)

AU, Katsuki is an immortal and Izuku is a reincarnating being || This one's popular so you may have heard/read it but *excuse my language* effin fuck! THIS FIC JUST FREAKING BROKE MY HEART INTO PIECES AND PUNCHED IT REPEATEDLY UNTIL ALL WAS LEFT WAS DUST AND SMOKE. Even just writing this is legit making my heart ache wtf. This is some traumatizing good shit and I absolutely adore and despise it at the same time. I don't read bkdk MCD angst because I can't and this just solidified my resolve to never go through that gut-wrenching pain ever again ☺️ I hate this fic so much *affectionate* and I also do not regret reading this masterpiece. Anyways, all you need to know is this is angst with an open ending (personally I see it as a happy ending) and you better prepare boxes of tissues cause you're in for an emotional ride.

Mirror Image by Eleke 💚

Canonverse and AU, Katsuki time travels to different universes and everytime, Izuku is always there || This is such a great read! It's like a multiple bkdk fanfic AUs. Katsuki's reaction to every single universe is a delight to see. Other than that, the author's AU's are well-written despite being one chapter only and I even wished that they should have expanded on some of them. One my fave things while reading this is Izuku himself and what role would he play in that AU.

Baby Face by VersaceThong

Canonverse, Izuku gets a scar to his face and Katsuki is determined to find how he got it || This fic makes absolute use of the "Katsuki knows Izuku best" trope. Despite being a single chapter, the author managed to build the suspense behind Izuku's scar well and the romance is also greatly developed. I actually didn't read the tags so imagine my surprise when it has an explicit scene in the end. I was sure it'd end SFW lmao. It's top!deku btw 😌

Like the Moon by Osakakitty 🧡

Canonverse, Katsuki keeps having wet dreams about Izuku || This has got to be the most angstiest smut I have ever read. Seriously, the wet dreams hurts so much because you can feel Katsuki's desperation, hurt, longing, fear, confusion, greed, all of it. The story progression is smooth and natural. I never expected to cry so much while reading smut 😭🤚

Make Every Moment Last by Osakakitty

Canonverse and AU, Izuku time travels to different universes || Yes, same concept with Mirror Image, but this time it's Izuku's POV. And no, both fics have different authors. And yes, it is indeed a nice coincidence. Also yes, it contains explicit content.

Deuteranopia / 緑 by Dollcewrites 💚

Canonverse, Soulmate AU, Katsuki can not see the color green || Something about colors and the emotion that comes with it just seems so appealing, to me atleast. Not being able to see a certain color makes you be able to see the world differently, because every color is a perspective. It is able to show you the deepness and wonders of life as color is life itself. The author, with their beautiful poetic prose, manages to bring that deep introspection.

Kacchan vs. The Universe by LNoGame44

Canonverse, Soulmate AU, Katsuki's different attempts to defy the universe because no, I don't have a soulmate fuck you || This one's pretty light-hearted. The story is done in Izuku's POV. It's fun watching Katsuki struggle and find various ways to hide their "soulmateness" lmao.

When the Night is Over by Katyastark

Zombie Apocalypse AU, No quirks || Great world building (if there is a world to build to begin with lmao), bkdk is still their complicated angsty selves, Toga is a bitch, Izuku is a badass sweetheart, Kacchan sucks at feelings, Momo is a doctor, and yeah, a whole lot of stinking zombies.

The Way you Used to Do by Edema_ruh 🧡

Canonverse, Katsuki and Izuku are soul bound || Do I even have to put any descriptions on this one 😆 It's like THE ultimate Bkdk fic lmao. Anyways it's long, like reaaally long. Even I was wary at reading it at first cause of it's length but once you start, you won't even notice the word count. That's how good it is, imo. I also live for the inside jokes about how TWYUTD predicted some of the manga scenes in canon

That ends my rec list 😆This has gotten long omhajdkfjfks Hope y'all enjoy these fic stories just like I did ☺️💞

[oftenderweapons]

BESTIE WE NEED MORE JIMIN X PRINCESS FICS. SPECIFICALLY SUB JIMIN DOM PRINCESS FICS. SPECIFICALLY POST SOWOZOO SUB JIMIN DOM PRINCESS FICS DO U RMB IN THE YOONGI ONE WHERE JIMIN APPARENTLY HAD MARKS THAT WERE TOO LOW TO BE EXPOSED MAAM WE’RE ASKING RESPECTFULLY 🙏🙏🙏

HELLO BESTIE THERE YOU GO!!!!!!!!!! I know I've been slacking with these two BUT I have a juicy plan for them. They'll have an amazing development AS SOON AS I stop jumping into collabs head first without thinking. Hopefully it'll be out this winter. I just need to get in angst hurt2comfort mood.

Anyway, here's a drabble to quench your thirst FOR NOW

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader (nicknamed Princess)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut, pwp, established relationship

Rating: 18+; minors, do not interact

Synopsis: After his performance at Soowoozoo, you want to reward your boyfriend and help him relax after the show.

Trigger warnings: swearing, soft pleasure-domme!reader, soft sub!Jimin, very whiny Jimin, spanking, praising kink, safewording (not because of boundaries), masturbation male and female receiving, cumshot on breasts, penis and testicles worship, marking, oral sex male receiving, balls sucking, deepthroating, ass play, anal fingering, overstimulation. Jimin calls Princess 'Mistress' at some point. Crying after sex (because of emotional release). Mention of sex deprivation. Very soft aftercare.

A/N: all my gratitude goes to @s0seo for beta reading this mess of a drabble. It was really chaotic since I wrote it with several attempts all taking place after 2am when syntax and common sense entirely abandon me. You were a literal sweetheart, bby 🥰 and then the wifey, @joheunsaram (im kicking gad jk's ass after im done posting this). Also yes, i love you and our shared platonic fondness for feet.

Now that I'm done being romantic af, here is my masterlist!

Enjoy 💜✨

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“Park Jimin.”

From the tone of your voice alone, Jimin knew he was in for trouble. He didn’t know why yet, he’d been a good boy. He was sure of it.

He had done absolutely nothing inappropriate. He’d simply delivered what the choreography expected, he did not add tongue or hips or “accidental” partial nudity.

Well, he had decided to remove his jacket and show off his lean torso in a tank top, which he knew was pretty flimsy, but that wasn’t a crime. It was too hot outside.

“Princess?”

“Living room. Now.”

Once he arrived, he noticed you were in comfy house clothes. No hard domme in sight, then.

But with a fateful second of delay, he spotted the paddle on top of the table. “No, I’ve been good!” he opposed, pointing to the toy and preparing himself for the bickering.

You tutted and patted your thighs. “It’s not a punishment, love.”

He calmed himself, scaling down his spite to a little frown.

“I got in the mood and I thought you would see it as a reward, but we can do something else, if you prefer so.” You felt embarrassed. You really didn’t mean to punish him. Just tease him a little and then please him endlessly. Only pleasure for your duckling tonight.

Jimin plopped down on the sofa beside you. “I'm sorry, I misunderstood.”

You nodded and dragged his legs atop yours. “It's okay, duckling.” You kissed his sleek black hair, pushing it slightly out of his eyes. You loved how sultry he looked with his bangs so low, emphasising the sensual cut of his eyes. “You did such a good job. I couldn't take my eyes off you. You shone so bright, Jiminie.”

He smiled and placed his face against your neck, by now entirely cuddled in. You wanted to thank Taehyung for creating the perfect cuddle buddy. Jimin was perfect at it. So perfect you almost felt guilty at the idea of having to let go of him. “Paddle? Yes or no?”

He smiled and nodded. “I have an idea.”

Five minutes later, he was naked on all fours on the bed, while you stood by the bed, clad in a pair of stockings and a garter belt — outfit of his choice.

You looked at him for a while before picking up the paddle from beside him on the bed, rolling your wrist a couple times before slapping it against your palm, checking intensity, weight,and elasticity. Even though you'd used the toy around five or six dozens of times, you knew you could never be too careful. “Are you okay, duckling?”

He nodded and bent further down, on his elbows. He looked so beautiful.

“Wanna lay on my lap, or would you like it like this?” you asked, your free hand caressing the curve of his backside.

He shook his head. “Just touch me, please. Please, don't punish me,” he begged, eyes so wide and imploring.

You shook your head and leaned over his body, carefully placing a kiss on his shoulder. “I'm not punishing you, lovely,” you reassured him as you laid more kisses across his back, finally reaching his other side. “I'm going to make love to you, duckling.”

You knelt beside him, knowing that the mattress under your knees would damage your stability and the strength of your blows. “We'll be fine, Jimin. You were so beautiful on that stage.”

The first hit was light, testing. He turned slightly and looked at you. “Thank you,” he purred. “May I please ask you to go harder?” His request was strongly submissive. You loved the tone, the register, the vulnerability and the gratefulness.

“Of course, darling.” You spanked him again, just like he had asked, receiving his sweetest little grunt in return. “You liked that, mh? My lovely boy,” you cooed, smiling at his enthusiastic nodding before bending down to lick at his reddening skin. Next, you blew fresh air on it, the sensation so cool and soothing on his skin. “Good boy,” you praised him, making him giggle.

“Thank you,” he replied obediently, pushing his head against your hand, inviting you to stroke his hair — which you did, since you loved seeing him like this, so sweet and docile like a lovely little pet.

Ten spanks later, his face was morphed into an innocent look, adorably covered in a cute blush, his lips were plump and his wondrous, sculpted ass was red and bruising, just the way he loved. That was the right moment to shift your focus — also because sometimes you happened to get bored or distracted… Especially with Jimin’s leaking dick so close to your fingers.

While you rubbed the paddle against his skin, you let go of his hair, his disappointed whimpers starting as the cuddles stopped, only to morph into breathier choked-back moans once you stroked his length lightly.

“Don’t whine, baby.” You hit the back of his thigh, more as a tease than an actual spank. “I’ve got you, see?”

He nodded, so dreamy and lost in the pleasure you were gifting him. He felt so light, so perfectly spotless. He was levitating in your care and love and attention. He didn’t even realise your stimulation was increasing until he almost reached his breaking point.

“Please, no— yellow!” You let go of him immediately, unknowingly edging him as he landed on his back. “Sorry, I just didn’t want to mess the sheets,” he apologised. He was too sleepy and felt too blissful to worry about staining the beddings.

You smiled softly and nodded, laying at his side and tucking him close up against you. “It’s okay, duckling.”

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, hiding his face against the curve of your breast.

“No need to, baby.” You kissed the crown of his head. “I understand. I love you.”

He looked up at you shyly, almost intimidated by you. “I love you too. Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good too.”

You placed your lips against his forehead, leading his hand in between your legs, his shoulders twisting slightly as you got back to pumping his shaft into your hand, massaging the tip, his dainty moans fluttering from his lips all the way up to your ear. “Yes, handle it, babyboy.”

He nodded, eyes closing as he bathed his middle finger in the salty ocean between your legs. You felt so immense to him, so overwhelming, like a tide, your hand moving like waves on a shore. Back and forth. Back. Forth. Back and forth. Back… and…

“Mh, yes, love, yes… Yeah… I’m—” The long moan that followed predicted the cumshot that landed on your stomach, shortly followed by three more, one on his belly, and the final two on his lower abdomen.

“It’s okay, duckling. Take it like a good boy. I know you can do that for me,” you kept stroking him until he whimpered and gripped your forearm, literally pushing you away.

“Princess, please, stop,” he cried out, convincing you to step back. “Wait.” He grabbed a tissue and dried up the stains on his body before cleaning yours. Once rid of the tissue, he looked deep in your eyes, just as you reached for his sex again, ready to get up and crouch between his legs; however, he stopped you. “I wanna please you first.”

You shook your head, just before he pushed you on your back and straddled you, his fingers pressed to your clit immediately before they dipped inside you, his thumb torturing your most sensitive spot as he bent forward and latched onto your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple while his tongue teased it in circles, your back arching in ecstasy as you started moving against his palm.

Inexperienced or differently shaped women would make fun of his fingers and hands, but not you. Them being smaller meant that he could reach your g-spot to perfection. The pumping of his digits and the stimulation on your clit caught up to you way faster than you anticipated, your hand reaching for his balls, starting to grope them gently, feeling the softness of his skin, the way he hummed against your breast.

“Right there, Jimin, you’re doing so good,” you managed to breath out before your body crashed and spiralled out of control. It felt so liberating, your mind soaring above everything and everyone. You were peace, without body. It was almost like ascending to an upper reality.

“There you go, ____, feels fine, right?”

You nodded as your soul started receding into your flesh, your mind already getting back to the important things: namely, watching him whine and shake below you, his cock deep into your throat as he came once more.

After your temporary death, your hand started groping him once more, his face flush against the curve of your neck. “Lay on your back, baby. I want to blow you.”

Jimin let his body fall to the mattress, enjoying the way your hand still massaged him, your fingers pressing the tissue connecting his balls to his ass, the low purr coming from his lips reassuring you that indeed, you were doing it right.

Slowly, you kissed his mouth, drawing the line of his jaw. “Is that alright? Would you like to slow down, duckling?”

He shook his head. “I'm good, I'm feeling perfect.” You smiled, letting go of the soft skin of his balls with a sliver of reluctance before placing your thigh between his, letting him hump his hips up, gaining that sweet friction that helped him get hard again.

“Keep going, lovely. You look so sensual like this. You're so sexy, Jimin,” you rewarded him, letting him suck at your fingers as he tried to keep quiet, his broken gasps and little whines turning you on endlessly. “I need your cock in my mouth, baby. Can you handle being by yourself up here?”

He blinked and nodded just as you started sliding down his body, kissing the straight line dividing his torso, stopping for half a second to kiss his tattoo, letter by letter. “My handsome boy,” you whispered, enjoying the way he pressed his hips to your stomach. “My man… So strong. So gracious. So effortlessly elegant.”

Jimin giggled and hid his face against the pillow, barely concealing a smile. “These are a lot of compliments.”

You chuckled and kissed his belly button. “You deserve them, love. All of them.”

He felt his cheeks blush. He always struggled so much with feeling handsome or charming or sexy, but when you treated him like that, all your veneration and love covering him head to toe in a golden feeling, he was everything you told him he was. He felt perfect.

And perfection multiplied tenfold once your mouth touched his tip, suckling it, pumping it between the flat of your palate and the slippery slide of your tongue.

“Hold on, please,” he sobbed, spreading his legs wider, his whine coming through a gentle smile. “Can you...”

You did what the two of you loved the most, slowing down your pace until you slipped into what could be called a foreplay of foreplay. It was barely sexual, but still deeply erotic — especially once accompanied by Jimin’s little chirps.

Your lips drew the inside of his thighs, so soft since he’d become obsessed with the idea of waxing, loving the feeling of baby-smooth skin. And you adored how silken he felt underneath your tongue, velvety, hot and oh-so-sensitive. You could taste him anytime, licking all the way up to the juncture between his leg and his crotch, and then suck pretty marks into the plush flesh of his thighs.

“It feels good, doesn't it, baby?” you asked, taking a pause from your marking project.

He hummed and touched your face, pulling you closer to the sensitive skin of his balls, your tongue giving him a kitten lick before taking one in your mouth, sucking him until he was barely coherent, pushing your face away by tugging at your hair.

“Princess, I— I…” His words faded into a series of delicate gasps as you escaped his grip and got three inches of him into your mouth, squeezing him with your cheeks.

Jimin was extremely picky about blowjobs: he wanted them when he wanted to, he wanted them done his way and he needed them to have a specific duration. Too little and he’d feel neglected, too long and he’d grow tired, bored or oversensitive. He preferred handjobs by far — or at least, he was less picky about them.

With your hand, you grabbed his balls, squeezing them just a little as you took a couple more inches of him, stretching your tongue all out so that you could lick his base, the whole procedure turning sloppy, drool pooling at his base, his legs twitching as his tip touched the back of your throat.

“No, no… Princess, fuck stop!”

You released him and took some deep breaths, his taste intensifying in your mouth as oxygen carried it deeper in your throat, smell and flavour activating a craving so deep you almost threw yourself at him again. “What is it, duckling?”

He found your hand and toyed with it, trying to bring you up towards him. “I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckled. “I’m doing so. Right now.”

Jimin’s flushed cheeks turned even brighter. “I mean… I want… Won’t you just ride my dick?”

You tutted and fondled his cock with your face. “I want to give you pleasure, baby. This is not about me. And we can have sex tomorrow morning.”

“So just foreplay? For me?” he blinked in confusion.

Your smile was an answer enough. “Would you like that? Mh? I know you’re tired and you always go over the top with positions. I just want you to relax, have a couple orgasms and then put you to sleep.” You kissed his belly and looked up at him. “What do you say, my lovely duckling?”

“Promise you won’t run out early tomorrow morning,” he requested, his manners extremely childish, but deliciously adorable.

“I promise I won’t run out before morning sex,” you stated solemnly, but also slightly condescendingly.

Jimin smiled. “Okay then. Do your worst.”

You mirrored his cheeky grin before your voice turned fond. “I love you, duckling.”

“Love you too,” he crooned, only a second passing by before he went back to tiny whimpers, your mouth once more on him, your thumb gliding back and forth along his perineum, adding more and more pressure while you mentally counted how long you were taking, your ears attuned to his sounds, knowing exactly which kind of moans meant he was ready to cum.

You made sure that your thumb was slippery with saliva when you started bringing it lower, towards the folds of his entrance. You waited for his reaction before pressing a bit harder, letting the pad of your finger slide across his puckered hole.

“Almost… Inside it’s… Ah, it’s okay… Ins— Yeah…”, he cried out as you inserted your thumb, releasing his shaft only to breathe a little, your hot exhales teasing his drenched skin as you got ready for your last effort.

You started hooking and stretching your thumb, rubbing it against his walls, his balls starting to pulsate right as you pushed his cock back inside your mouth, squeezing him with quick sucks until he was gasping, faster and faster. His breathing stopped altogether as his abs twitched and a low groan left his lips, your name following it.

You forgot how to breathe. The only thing that mattered was Jimin, writhing desperately below you, fighting between the tightness of your mouth and throat, and the fullness of your finger inside him, still torturing him with slow rubs.

“Princess, please off, I’m— Too much!”

You let go of his dick but realised he still had something to offer. After all, he’d been denying himself any form of release for a full week. He deserved a bit of an extra.

You removed your thumb and spit on your joined index and middle finger, slipping them inside his anus without any form of resistance from his needy hole.

“Princess!” he barked out as once more he found himself under your assault, this time the stimulation aimed directly at his prostate. “No, no no no!”

“Safeword, baby,” you reminded him, just in case.

As he clenched his teeth, you smirked and chuckled. “I thought so.” You took hold of his hand with your free one, offering him an emotional anchor. It didn’t keep his eyes from watering. “It’s so good… Too much.”

“I’ve got you, duckling. You can cry for me.”

“Mistress, please,” he begged, his hips starting to hump and swivel and twist. “I’m a good boy. I’m your duckling, Mistress, please. You love me.”

You picked up your pace, watching his face relax and rejoice, a sob escaping him though the smile on his face.

“Oh, again… M— ____, mercy please, Mistress!”

Once twin tears started rolling down his cheeks, you slipped into an all-or-nothing speed, watching his hips arch up, his heels digging into the mattress as he finally thrusted upwards, a couple drops of cum ending on his stomach in an exhausted dribble while his body collapsed entirely. He tossed his head side to side, fighting the pleasure.

“Let go, Jiminie. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, your voice sweet and proud at the sight of him.

At that, he abandoned himself entirely, trusting you, knowing that he could exercise no control whatsoever over his convulsing limbs.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, one hand gripping the sheet while the other one was still in yours.

Only once he calmed down fully, you extracted your fingers from his hole, bending over him to kiss his face. “I’ll be back in a second. I’ll wash up and be here, okay love?”

“Okay,” he agreed.

You washed your hands as accurately and as quickly as possible. You also grabbed a towel and dipped it in water, squeezing it before going back to the bed.

Jimin was sobbing heavily this time. You sat against the headboard at his side and found a packet of sweets in your drawer. “You’re safe, lovely. You’re safe, my love,” you repeated, holding him in your arms, with his back to you. You rubbed his face with the towel, kissing his head. You knew those weren’t bad tears. They were linked to release and stress and his body getting rid of the hormones in excess through crying. “You’re doing fine, duckling. How are you feeling, love?”

“I’m alright. Just… processing everything.”

You moved his hair off his forehead and passed the fresh rag there too before moving to his torso, where he was sticky with the remnants of his release. “Sweets?”

He nodded. “Yes, please.”

In a couple minutes he was significantly calmer and you were scrubbing his body with his chamomile soap in the shower. He was still a bit clingy, but you were actually very happy about that. “I’m so grateful for this, you know,” he started as you were towel-drying his hair.

“I enjoyed it too, you know?” you said with a little chuckle.

He nodded as he got his toothbrush ready. “I’m just… I don’t think that many women would do that for their boyfriends.”

You shrugged. “You never know.”

“I mean… Thank you. For being a safe place for me, for always encouraging me to be brave and get to know myself. And for taking time to learn how to test my boundaries.”

You kissed his head and back-hugged him as he started brushing his teeth.

Once both safely in bed, Jimin cuddled up beside you, his cute hand climbing up underneath your shirt and landing on your breast before he pulled his face up from his cocoon, his beautiful, slightly-crooked teeth making an appearance as his expression turned into the sweetest smile, bribing you into accepting his palm on your boob.

“Go to sleep, you menace,” you scolded him lovingly, your hand combing his hair as he settled his head against the crook of your neck.

In two minutes, he was soundly asleep. You switched off the lights and thanked the heavens for the boy at your side.

[madmadmilk]

thinking about Wanda’s progression of outfits in the MCU;;

(disclaimer: these are just my thoughts and opinions lol i don’t know anything about anything. long rambly post AND SPOILERS ahead >>) 🦹‍♀️✨

^ in her comics and stuff, she’s usually portrayed like this. i think her costume makes gorgeous shapes, uses striking colors, and is visually delicious to look at, but of course, it is OVERLY sexual with no regard for human anatomy / functionality / physics lol. and, I admit, as an artist it’s FUN to draw Like This™, but as a consumer: i want variety. i want drama! evolution! characterization! 🙌🏼

so, as her character is REALIZED into live action, a reasonable conclusion to make is that: her comic outfit™ is conceptually beautiful on paper but.... we shouldn’t expect a 1:1 EXACT vision of this when translated IRL, right???

Well.....

in her first MCU appearance, we meet and come to know wanda in this ^. [it seems like] her age is ambiguous, but she’s got that typical tragic-disaster-teenage-telepath-in-moody-dark-distressed clothing. It’s not a terrible costume/civilian outfit, but it’s a very busty/frivolous outfit on a teenager (?) without giving any information about her. who is she?? what does she want? what does she do?? outfits inform us on a characters personality, intentions, thoughts.... but you’re telling me that she decided to fight robots and crime in this?? b00bies OUT? flowy skirt?? (maybe we can just blame this one on her inexperience & teen dystopia movies from 2015 lol....) and don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice silhouette and looks GREAT on her, but something about her age ambiguity and how she’d deliver lines but the camera would be looking down her shirt just... rubbed me the wrong way  👎🏼

next, we begin to see her ~fleshed out~ ass-kicking costume. she usually has on some kind of BUSTY corset and red flowing coat. (eeeee, i personally feel that the texture of her coats are tacky–– but that’s not the most important thing lol.) preface again: SHE LOOKS GREAT. AMAZING. BUT. her costume STILL doesn’t inform anything about her. it’s just sexy, but for what? she’s a person who is struggling with her trauma, her grief, her powers, her personal life–– why are her t!dd!e$ out? (not that you can’t have them out anytime, ok, but in regards to the context of her situations). it just feels strange to have Wanda along side these other ‘strong’ female characters while focusing on HER insecurity, but still have her very exposed to the camera? you know what i mean? she’s like REALLY strong [physically] but the excessive cleavage just feels like a question mark to me. in all her appearances with this outfit (AofU, Civil War, partially IW/endgame) i still don’t know anything about her personality or desires. she literally IN a costume, in the context of her situations. WE know she’s a witch, but she doesn’t. she’s on EARTH, not space, not asgard, why is she wearing this as a human? Black widow, Cap, Falcon, Hawkeye–– they are her mentors and they’re in tactical gear... why isn’t she? [ everyone else has a costume ensemble that describes their character, role and ability ]. 

so far, she is just sexy, sad girl. 

*insert flat ‘woohoo’*

moving on....

ok, the MCU has like a million characters and side-characters, so we don’t get to know every detail about everybody. but RIGHT HERE, this outfit from IW, told me SO MUCH about who wanda is. two years after civil war, two years on the run, two years to mature, this wanda in civilian clothing, is a modern woman!!! the MCU didn’t shy away from ‘age-dating’ her clothes, this time. [they usually go for plain “cover”, hat and jeans for civilian scenes].  Here, she’s in a long coat, donning an air of disguise, mystery, witchiness, rouge-ness lol. a dark shirt that covers her, ripped (and trendy lol) straight leg jeans, a fluffy hat, and practical boots: It’s a depiction of a blooming and modern woman [on the run], just like her. i love that! she has GROWN. maybe we needed her previous outfits to see this now, and maybe it’s a matter of preference, but it feels very natural. she [and vision] just want a NORMAL life, she’s already ‘stealing away time’ to BE NORMAL. there’s nothing on her that signifies “hero” or anybody other than a NORMAL WOMAN. i thoroughly enjoyed seeing her portrayed like this, and it really put some weight to her and vision’s romance, and what was at stake for them. they just want peace and normalcy, TOGETHER. 

ok and her fighting outfit in IW/Endgame was kinda.... unremarkable/nothing new tbh. the main focus was on her ~infinity stone given abilities~ and her relationship with vision, so i didn’t pay that much attention to her clothes. i don’t mind that shift of focus!! she looks strong and beautiful, and among other strong and beautiful characters, yet she is the only female avenger with ample cleavage lmao. NOTE: with the variety of shapes, colors, costumes, intentions of the female cast, there can be busty outfits, zipped up ones, or casual ones, i THOROUGHLY enjoy the variety!! they have different aspirations, motivations, styles!  BUT.... if you’re going to show me a modern day wanda (like above), why does she go back to this outfit? it still... does not describe WHO or WHAT she is. why isn’t she in something tactical like the others? ya’ll are fighting aliens and THANOS. lol & she still doesn’t “match” her group of Earth Avengers....

you know??

phew....

but then.... oh man... here comes WandaVision to save the day.... 

LOOK! AT!! HER!!!! WOOWWWW!! obviously, giving her her own series will inform the character in more ways than just with clothing, but ... HER HAIR, MAKEUP, CLOTHING, COSTUME, SETTING : IT ALL GIVES SOOOOO MUCH MORE CHARACTERIZATION AND CONTEXT TO HER!

with her magic so tightly tangled with her emotions, she creates a space to play out her grief and goodbyes. she literally ‘tries on’ these decades, and is stunning and memorable in each shift. 

here, she is A MODERN WOMAN of every era. there is always a glow and maturity about her; here, we understand that she is a full ADULT in a stage where she wants a home, a family, and romantic love. wanda is presumably in her late 20s/early 30s and she still gets to be smart and sexy in every episode, with revolutionary outfits of each time period!! (wow, imagine lol) the collar of her tops are pulled up, while still being appealing, sexy, and classy: JUST LIKE HER. she’s a person with ambition, desire, and occasional modesty! like, that inch or half inch means so much (to me and her character). clothing doesn’t define who you are > but we were able to see so much MORE of wanda through the proper exploration of it.

she got to be an outstanding woman, the hero and icon of HER story–– even if SHE is the one writing it lol. examples: when she started to doubt herself/this reality she created, she started to wear baggy sweats. she puts on a cute magician’s assistant outfit on when she was on stage with vision because she’s feeling happy and confident. she wears bright colors when she’s pregnant to show her elation and pure excitement. they gave her the range, the time!! it’s a great visualization of her state of mind, and i appreciated the honesty of it. there was so much more REASON! WOW!!

even when they give her a moment to pay homage to her “original comic costume”, it’s done in a way that is respectful and practical to her character NOW. lol it’s tacky, loud, garish, and unapologetically Wanda. She doesn’t look out of place, just happy and beautiful. she’s a mama havin’ fun on halloween! IT MAKES SENSE. (also we love easily achievable, iconic outfits like this;; makes it fun for US to recreate later lol). it’s a lil silly, but they let her be more than a moody, sexy, troubled, glamorous figure . she is a woman in charge of her own life !!

and the best part.... as SHE begins to learn about witches and prophecies... she chooses this as her ~final form~:

–– they give her strength, regality, respect and pride!!!!! she’s a mother, the strongest witch in the world, a prophecy, a woman stricken by grief, a person with her own motivations.... i think this outfit really reflects that! she is STRONG.  she is WANDA. she is THE SCARLET WITCH.

there is no longer a question of who she is, what she is, or what she wants. it’s all answered here, and the outfit accompanies the sentiments of that episode. dark, mature colors match the seriousness of her abilities and mental state. her hair is wild yet tamed , and her costume is functional and finally with explanation: she is a witch, beyond earthly comprehension. it can be whatever the hell she wants it to be! it’s not ‘of earth’, it’s of her expression and emotion.

tbh, i would not have minded this time if they gave her something more otherworldly, ‘sensual’, colorful, and feminine™, as we have learned that those ARE parts of her. BUT, they reinforce her strength and tenacity (and on-going troubled state) as her greatest characteristics and that is wonderful lol.

i love the way the lines of her suit contour her body and flare out, like how her magic has a tendency to spread around her. i love her cape/skirt situation lol, it’s motherly and queen-like, while making a very ominous and intimidating silhouette. like damn, she is That Witch™™™™™™ . the color, tone, shape, and devil-like horned crown –– makes her hero-status totally ambiguous and I LOVE THAT FOR HERRRR! 

finishing Wandavision (2021), we have many questions of where her story will lead us next, but we have no question on WHO Wanda is anymore. I’m very excited to see where we go next, and what her clothing will reveal about her. i’ll eat that shit up, no matter what is isss

Keep up the great work Marvel Cast & Co! Until next time 🥰🌹✨

[mafaldaknows]

love you girl but I am so lost as to how not attending awards shows is any form of protest for armie? how would that work exactly? what would it accomplish? how would it be an effective protest if no one knows that’s what’s going on? I am trying to make sense of the logic and I am not trying to rag on you… I just truly don’t understand how a connects to b and connects to c here… ???

Hello, Anon:

I did not formulate that theory, nor did I boldly declare in any way that it was a fact.

I thought it was a lovely Charmie sentiment and did not give it much more thought beyond that, because I had no more time to devote to thinking about it, as I popped in on tumblr briefly in between appointments on a busy Friday afternoon. And I had no idea that it would be such a big deal.

While Charmie is a wonderful distraction, I understand that the real world doesn’t always work that way, and in any case, we have no way of knowing what’s real and what isn’t with regard to Charmie, to begin with. I have just as much of a chance as you do to be right or wrong. We can only speculate, especially since it’s literal crickets and tumbleweed in the Charmiesphere right now, and has been for weeks 🦗🦗🦗🥱🥱🥱🤷🏻‍♀️

But since you asked:

Perhaps T’s conspicuous absence from social media, and potentially, awards season events, could be seen as a way of thumbing his nose at the established practices of a toxic industry that caused the chain reaction of events leading up to this controversy in the first place, by refusing to participate at the behest of the industry that rejected someone for whom he cares deeply, an innocent man who has not been charged with any crimes, based on lies and innuendo, until the issue has been resolved.

Please note that I said “Perhaps”. I did not say that I believe this to be a fact.

A protest of this sort needs to be meaningful only to the person protesting, imho. It doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else or accomplish anything beyond sending a clear signal to the people who need to see it, to satisfy its intention. And the intended audience is most likely not us.

Thanks very much for your kindness, and for your question. ☺️✨🔵❤️🧿✨❣️

[plushienanami]

I love your fics 💜 could you please do prompts #14, #19 and #22 with Bruno bucciarati ?

here you go sweetie! i can’t get enough with these prompts, they leave sm room to think and create things! also yesss i luv bucciarati, i literally can never get enough of him 😭🙏✨💕

Yandere Bucciarati x Reader

Prompts #14, #19, #22

Bad life decisions leave your only outlet to be joining Passione. Who knew that this was yet another bad decision.

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When you moved to Naples, you did for a fresh new start and scenery from where you previously lived. Yes your family may not have been the most happy or supportful of it, but you continued to pursue your dream. It was all fun and games when you arrived, nothing could have been better than that first week there. The weather was perfect as well as the food, and the scenery was to kill for. You thought of your family to be dumb for ever doubting this decision of yours in the first place.

That was until everything went downhill. You had an extreme amount of bills to pay as your job wouldn’t schedule you enough hours due to your lack of the Italian language. It wasn’t that you couldn’t speak it, you just weren’t as fluent as the natives there. Not only were you set aside, a famous restaurant that went by Libecco a few blocks down was drawing more customers than ever over time causing your boss to hoard whatever money to himself. You tried to find the ins and outs of being able to manage without becoming financially ruined, but bills and stress began to pile up until you couldn’t take it anymore. That was what led you into standing outside a prison to meet someone who would help you with that debt on your shoulders. You never would have thought it would have led into a lifelong occupation leaving you stuck in Italy itself.

That was how you joined the major crime syndicate, Passione.

It was hard at first, your lighter going out causing you to mentally curse at yourself for your yet again terrible luck. Looking at the lighter and at your surroundings, you decided to relight the lighter. ‘What no one knows won't hurt them.’ You thought as you flicked the lighter back on. Then that’s when you suddenly felt your side be pierced with a sharp object. Landing on your side, you curled up holding the area of pain and blood.

You let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain ran throughout your body only to suddenly stop. Quickly sitting up you looked at the dark robed figure standing a few feet away from you with what appeared to be an arrow. Blood dripped at the tip as he stood there not moving. All of a sudden the pain dissipated, you finally were granted the ability to move. You had gotten up and with a new level of courage, you felt something within you awakened. Before you knew it you defeated the robe figure and stood against a tree to lean on. The battle left your body fatigued, not used to all the sudden combat.

“Excuse me signorina, are you alright?” Looking up you saw a man in a white suit with a strange black tear-like pattern.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired, that's all.” You replied attempting to stand straight only to fail and slump against the tree once more. “You more than tired, here let me help.” The stranger stated as he got closer to you in order to help you up. He wrapped a hand around your waist in order to support you from falling even further. Carrying your way to a bench, he set you down letting you gain your bearings. After waiting a couple of moments you finally sat back up to get a good glance of the man.

He was young, he had a black bob haircut that framed his face perfectly. His suit exclaimed wealth and his striking blue eyes pierced your heart. The male sat down next to you, checking you over to make sure you were okay. Abruptly you remembered about your initial task in the first place. You rapidly began to look for the item that caused all of this trouble. You dug into each pocket you had until you pulled out that trusty silver light, that was when you recalled the stranger who sat in front of you. Tilting your head up towards the man you saw the certain he observed the lighter, it was like he knew something about it. His blue hues cast an unknown glint towards the object before it shot back up to meet your eyes.

“My apologies Signorina for my rude staring. Do you feel better now? You looked quite out of it a few moments ago.” He asked with a warm kind gaze. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks so much even if you did just set me on a bench. I know a lot of people wouldn’t do that…so thank you stranger.” You smiled up at the man. “Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati. That is my name, I’m sure we will be seeing more of each other in the near future. Ciao.” He smiled in return before getting up and walking away. All you could do was stare at his retreating figure, questioning what his parting words meant. Well now it was time to wait until you had to return that cursed lighter.

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That was how it all started. You turned in your lighter meaning you had finally joined the organization. Receiving the pin you made your way out into the public streets of Naples. That was where you had meant the mysterious man known as ‘Bucciarati’ again. He was already standing outside, seemingly waiting for your arrival. That was when you had gotten an invitation to join his team, which you accepted without a doubt.

It was fun getting to know each member, they were all an interesting bunch with their own personalities setting them aside. There was no problem getting along with them unless you wanted to talk about the rocky start you had with a certain member. They all taught you how to harness your stand which wasn’t very much useful for battles, but for reckon purposes. No matter what they all made you feel welcomed. You really owed Bucciarati a lot. He gave you a family, a family who didn’t abandon you alone in Italy to fend for your own self. At least that is what he had told you. You received no form of contact from your family whatsoever. Yeah maybe calls might have been a problem due to the fact you had to own a burner phone due to your occupation, but you received no effort from their end. It made you feel alone, but Bucciarati reassured you that he would forever remain by you. That you would never be alone.

You soon grew to harbor romantic feelings for the refined man. He was everything a girl could have asked for. He always made sure to go out of his way to bring you happiness and make you feel like you meant something in life. He was always there for you and gave you this new family. Not only was he kind and loving, his looks were a bonus to it as well. You were enchanted by him, how he always looked so handsome yet so calm and composed all the time. No matter how head over heels you fell for the man, you never would have told him your feelings. What were the chances of this man loving you back? The chances were slim and you didn’t want to ruin anything you had with him. He gave you so much and you repaid it with petty love.

You were on a mission involving you to collect some data from the cops who had patrolled the area. Someone was sneaking around and planting drugs for others to collect. Bucciarati sent you because there was not much needed action and all you needed to do was say his name. Everyone knew Bucciarati as a wonderful kind young man. He did whatever he had to do to ensure everyone's safety and happiness even though he was involved in Italy’s number one syndicate. Walking around the corner you saw the two police men you had to question, but what you also saw was your family. Their faces lit up with distress as they continued to bombard the annoyed police men with questions.

Step by step you let your heart take over from the longing it had to reunite with your family. There you were, standing behind the people you loved who were too busy to notice your presence. “...Mom, Dad?” They shot around to look at you, their faces lightening up with relief. “Where have you been?! You never answered our calls and responded with these weird emails! We had enough and decided to visit. When we went to your apartment your landowner stated that you had been missing for some time! We told you staying here was bad! Come along, we're going home!” Your parents declared grabbing your wrist and beginning to drag you behind them to be only stopped by a swift ‘zipping’ noise. You quickly turned around to get a glance at your attacker which resulted in a blunt force hitting your head, knocking you right out.

You let out a groan as you regain consciousness, the throbbing from your head making you slowly rise from whatever you were laying on. Eyes widening you remembered what had taken place before then. You had found your parents looking for you only for them to throw some accusations at you and take you home. Shortly after that you heard a familiar sound and then it was lights out. That sound, you remembered it from somewhere…what was it? A door opening interrupted your thought process and caused you to be on guard. Your stand summoned by your side, the small thing floating right next to you not looking like much of a threat. When the person entered the room you immediately let your guard down. Relief washing throughout your body.

“B-Bucciarati, thank goodness you're here! I have no idea where we’re at or what happened. I saw my family and someone attacked us…” You spoke only for your last line to die out. Attempting to stand up, you felt nothing coming from the waist down. Hastily looking down you saw nothing where your legs should have been. Snapping your head back up you looked at the culprit himself, Bruno Bucciarati.

“Why? What are you doing? Why are my legs gone? Answer me!” You screamed as Bucciarati came closer and took a sit on the bed next to you. He let out a small chuckle and reached over to grab ahold of your hand. His olive tanned fingers intertwined with yours. “Mia Bella, you asked too many questions. They simply had to go, they were compromising my plan to be with you. If you would’ve left, you would’ve left me behind and later on would’ve had to deal with the boss's wrath for your treachery. I had to save you cara, and saving you meant getting rid of them.”

You sat there, letting his words sink in. Not only did he just simply confess his hidden feelings, but he threw in how he saw fit to get rid of your family. Yanking your hand away from his, you used your arms to propel your legless body away from him. Even though it didn’t reach far, he just told you that he killed your family. Unexpectedly you felt cold droplets hit your skin. A knot causing you to rack out a sob, your body curling in on itself. Bucciarati moved closer to your wallowing form, arms scooping you up pulling you into his warm embrace. His hand soon met the cold wet teary skin of your cheek. “Darling why are you crying? I took care of the problem! They were going to take you away from us, from me. All this time I knew how you felt, no need to hide your feelings from me anymore mia bella. Ever since I met you that day, the day of your test in order to join Passione. I was so confused on why such a beautiful girl with a bright future would ever be caught up into the criminal underworld. That’s why I need to protect you, we live in a cruel world (Y/N). Ti amo, cara.” He sweetly cooed as he continued his affectionate act.

No matter how hard you tried, the tears kept coming. Even though your family thought against you moving here, they only tried to think about what was best for you. Now you can never see them again, all due to the person who saved you from your own mistake. “Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! The smile I saw the first day we met when we sat at that bench and were able to grace each other with our names.” He shifted away from you, only coming to wrap his arms from behind you. Closely he nuzzled his face next to your neck, his nose brushing over your jawline. You could feel a coy smile forming on his face as he squeezed you closer. “You don’t need to worry anymore. You don’t need your family, friends, or Passione. You have me. When we defeat the boss, you’ll be safe. So rest now mia cara…”

“You’re safe here in my arms.”

[youngjusticeslut]

Some Thoughts on ‘The Lady or the Tigress’

It’s Monday, so I’m back fresh on my YJ brainrot! 

This week’s episode is (allegedly) titled ‘The Lady of the Tigress’, a play on the short story, ‘The Lady or the Tiger’. Because I have plenty of ✨time✨on my hands, I decided to read this short story and see if it could ignite any thoughts ™️ before the new episode. 

For those who haven’t read the short story, here’s a brief summary:  A king  seeks to punish people with poetic justice re: luck. He enjoys coordinating trials by bringing people who have committed crimes to a room, where there are two doors. Behind one door is a lady, and the other a tiger. The criminal must choose, by luck, which door decides his outcome. If he chooses the lady, he is deemed innocent and can marry the lady behind it. If he chooses the tiger, he is guilty, and will be eaten by the animal. As it turns out, the king has a daughter who has taken a lover beneath her status, and of course he learns about this tryst. As punishment, the lover is put to this trial. The princess uses her wits to figure out which door has the lady and which has the tiger, but the reader realizes that she is heavily weighing both her options, as either way she'll lose her lover. When it's time for the trial, her lover looks to the princess and she tells him to pick the door on the right, but the reader never learn the outcome.

Going solely off the title, we can see that ‘The Lady’ in question is Lady Shiva, and ‘The Tigress’ is Artemis. Now, granted, the title could mean nothing but a cheeky appearance of the book somewhere in the episode, and Artemis’ monologue during the credits. However, we do have some interesting allusions and connections with the source material here.

One of the connections we have lies in Jade, who has to make a choice. Will she choose the tiger (being metaphorically eaten alive and maybe even physically dying) in that she continues running away from her family and her problems, or will she choose the lady, redemption and returning home for her second chance? The second lies in Lady Shiva vs. Cass. Lady Shiva is likely angry that Cass ran away and wants to serve her poetic justice via a fight to the death. And then lastly, we have the literal: will Onyx and Cassandra choose the Shadows, (Lady Shiva), or redemption (Artemis). Who can be trusted? Which side will prevail? (I’m sure there’s more connections I’m missing, but this is what I got.)

[akajustmerry]

Damn b, Matt Reeves rly got you fucked up huh

hi............take a walk in my shoes. imagine you are one of the few people who actually likes the dark knight rises. you see it multiple times in cinema, you own 2 different Blu-rays of it, you know it's far from perfect but all the pieces are there. you especially love the batcat in tdkr because the film does a decent job of investing in both bruce/selina and bat/cat. most ppl are relatively indifferent to it and that's fine, but you love it.

it's 10 years later and this new batman film is being hyped up specifically as batman in a completely new and different way. the other element prominent in the marketing is batcat. cool awesome great, you love batcat and you also love batman movies, especially ones doing something ✨new✨ and ✨dark✨. you even like matt reeves because you were a huge fan of his apes trilogy which also brought a new dark perspective to very well established franchise. you have faith, you're keen, etc

so, you rock up to the cinema on one of the most humid days of the year and the aircon is on the fritz. you also have your period but it's all fine because this movie is promising 3hrs of new and dark and exciting. so, who cares if you're gonna get sweaty, and hungry and crampy. its gonna be worth it, right? for a BRAND NEW AND DARK AND EXCITING BATMAN, right?

BUT its just......a beat by beat rehash of your fave batman movie that most people wrote off and specifically thought you were dumb for liking. like:

Gotham being cut off from wider society physically by a domestic terrorist plot involving explosives organised by the main antagonist that plunges the city into chaos, leaving a power vaccum

the villain getting away with said plot because he lures law enforcement into a wild goose chase/honeypot

the main overarching theme involving a masked villain exposing Gotham's rich and powerful as being threaded together in a corrupt conspiracy of which bruce is a part of by omission without realising

Bruce not knowing where his money was being spent/coming from being a major plotpoint that makes him a target for the conspiracy

Catwoman living in fear of one of Gotham's major crime figures

Catwoman becoming involved with batman because they're chasing the same gang, they work together until she betrays him

Catwoman asking batman to run away with him

Catwoman living with her best friend

using Catwoman as a mouthpiece to be like "capitalism is bad"

literally, most of Catwoman's dialogue is identical to Anne Hathaway's in tdkr. also, the scene where Bruce and Alfred talk about Selina is exactly the same

ALL these are exact plot beats in the dark knight rises. if it was only a couple, it'd be fine because it's Batman and certain things are always gonna be par for the course. but these are exact sequences, acts and themes and dialogue. its a villain with the same plot and motive, a catwoman with the same arch, scenes with the same dialogue ---- but it's WORSE because NONE of the characterisations that made those plot points entertaining in TDKR are there in The Batman. Selina doesn't even know Batman is Bruce in this fucking movie so she's on the back foot the whole time when she talks to batman so she's made out to look naive. In TDKR, Catwoman knows who Batman is, not straight away but she does know so when they team up it's actually AS EQUALS. this fucking movie in 2022 made Catwoman a naive sidekick whose job was to be a mole and then be rescued by a dude she didn't even know.

Like after 3 years of hype i watched a movie that was a less efficient, less compelling version of my favourite batman movie in a badly air-conditioned cinema on a 100% humid day--- and all people can say is how new and exciting and "well, i usually hate batman but this was doing something different" and the different thing its doing is just........better branding and having a hot cast tricking people into liking shit they hated before. All Matt Reeves achieved was the A-24ification of Batman.

So yeah I'm disappointed and annoyed. idgaf

[jawnjendes]

ONE PERSON ASKED SO here is an explanation of my yasper playlist :) you can listen to it here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/38n2zy7g590lqJLMa5TqWQ?si=VTdz1Y58Styl2fptLV5w3w

this explanation includes spoilers to the finale so proceed with caution

I understand if it you can’t listen to it in order, but that’s how you get the Full Experience

some songs are for yasper and xavier; some are for yasper and aniq, some are just ✨yasper✨

so Not a Pop Song all the way to Losing My Mind would be yasper following high school and watching xavier thrive

(“good for you i guess youre getting everything you want/got a new car and your careers really taking off/it’s like we never even happened baby what the Fuck is up with that”)

(“did you hear about the [guy] who lives in delusion?/time went on for everyone else [he] won’t know it/[hes] still [17]/inside a fantasy”)

also if any songs seem kinda 🍉🥭🍑🍉🍎🍌, IT SUPPOSED TO BE (examples include: Come Back…Be Here, Don’t Forget, Castaway, right where you left me)

Blank Space is like,,,,,,,yasper just before/during the reunion. notice it’s following Losing My Mind (“who I am/was not my plan/flown so long I’ve forgotten how to land”), so think of it like yasper just being as loud and happy as possible to compensate for the current state of his life

“Nice to meet you/where you been?/i could show you incredible things” BUT ALSO “screaming/crying/perfect storms/I can make all the tables turn” ,,,,,,,,I know he’s not a pop guy but that entire song was made for him (and this playlist is more for the lyrics anyways)

Best Friend is for aniq, especially bc it follows Two Shots, I know yasper was like totally in love with him, but they’re still besties :)

Catch Me If You Can is from a sonic game and I wanted a sonic song in there for the reference :) that one just feels the most yasper (“not one near my class of heat/the rule of the wind is to never get beat/ don’t hedge, don’t hog/you’re put to the test”)

I just thought Yeah Sure Whatever followed by Choke would be funny :) idk if yasper had planned to do the deed the entire time or not, so I’m choosing to believe that he just decided as soon as X said no to him which brings us to the next few songs!

I wasn’t sure about Mr Perfectly Fine at first, but then I took the song literally :) “so dignified in your well pressed suit/so strategized all the eyes on you/sashay away to your seat/it’s the best seat/in the best room” like tell me that’s not yaspers bitterness towards xavier shining through!!!!! you cant :) and when the deed is finally done: “GOODBYE mr perfectly fine!!!!”

Easier Than Lying (“losing you is easier than lying to myself that you love me”), Three Dots From Stardom, and Oxytocin are the moments when yasper decides to commit a crime :)

I know oxytocin is supposed to be kinky but the line “as long as you’re still breathing/don’t you even think of leaving” has the right vibe 😀 again, just take the song literally. “and what would people say/if they listened through the wall” my guy that is a bisexual in a cool jacket hiding in the closet as he prepares to commit homie cide 💕

Milk and Cookies: I’m gonna kill him (“shit behind the curtain that I’m sick of sugar coating/next time you’re around thing twice when you grab the phone”)

If Walls Could Talk: I killed him :) (“if these walls could talk/I hope they wouldn’t say anything/because they’ve seen way too many things”)

bellyache: oh god I killed him (“where’s my mind?/maybe it’s in the gutter/where I left my lover/what an expensive fate”)

I’m Not Mad to the end of the playlist is when he gets exposed! the vibe of Im Not Mad reminds me of when yaspers trying to convince everyone that he was happy for Xavier and his success and taking his line or whatever (“I’m not even mad about it anymore/no really I ain’t even mad about it anymore/maybe just a little less than I was before”)

Whispers is just. I sing it like “bet I could kill him” bc yeah. but also the original line works as well 🍌🍑🥭

also reminds me of danner exposing his ass (“sabotage the things you love the most/camouflage so you can feed the lie that you’re composed”) and ofc it leads to yaspers whole “it’s my fucking line” spiel (“this is the glimmer of light that you're keeping alive when you tell yourself bet i could fuck kill him”)

Girl Crush is yasper @ aniq bc I said so🥰

Getaway Car and Without Me are that saddest when it comes to my poor lil meow meow :)

Getaway Car is a few things: the first ties back to yasper deciding to take Xavier’s living rights. (“X marks the spot/where we fell apart/he poisoned the well/every man for himself”)

the second thing is when yasper explains that he didn’t intend for aniq to get tied up into everything and my personal headcanon that yasper probably would have let him take the fall despite what he told him (“it’s no surprise I turned you in/cuz us traitors never win/I’m in the getaway car/I left you in the motel bar/put the money in the bag and I stole the keys/that was the last time you ever saw me”) honestly it kinda hurts my entire being :)

but also the second verse reminds me of the car chase scene (“he was running after us/i was screaming go, go, go/but with three of us honey, it’s a sideshow/and a circus ain’t a love story/and now we’re both sorry”)

Without Me is yasper explaining how he should have been famous, how Xavier stole his line or whatever and how much it actually hurt him (“you know I’m the one who put you up there/name in the sky/does it ever get lonely?”) I just like to think they’re bitter exes :)

that is all thank you for reading please talk to me about this pathetic murder man pls

[theprologues]

Hey Pro, hope you and your followers are all well!!✨ I have a theory that I’d like to share. I am not much the Easter egg hunter, as lyrical composition is more my area. I previously wrote about RWYLM and the potential connection to Taylor’s fans and closeting. This time, I’d like to consider Ivy. Firstly, let me clarify - I firmly believe both folklore and evermore are the stories over time of Taylor’s struggle with her sexuality. Ivy appears to be the story of a “woman falling in love with another person who is not her husband, leading to an affair” as notably commented by genius.com. It’s placed at track no. 10, similarly to “illicit affairs” being track no. 10. I would suggest that illicit affairs is Taylor’s POV and Ivy is Karlie Kloss’s POV at different time stamps in their relationship. Whether or not someone believes Josh is truly a beard before Taylor came along, it is clear to all Kaylors that the relationship between K & T is definitely kept underground. Therefore it should be no surprise that Taylor relates to their relationship alike to an affair since she often has disclosed the need for her love to be kept secret (even if Josh is purely a beard). Taylor further confirms it is kept underground in illicit affairs by comparing the beautiful rooms it started in, verse the parking lot it developed into. The perfume line in illicit affairs is also so important as it insinuates that *many people* close to Taylor are kept in the dark as well about this “affair”. The person of Taylor’s affection can’t wear their normal perfume because it’s a signature smell of the person wearing it and would lead to friends likely suspecting the two have spent time together if Taylor was to smell of the same perfume after seeing her (read the lines as: leave the perfume you wear to impress him behind today or it’ll leave a scent behind in my house/car and someone might notice that we are in contact still!). Illicit affairs also suggests Taylor started the relationship- “look at this Godforsaken mess that you made me” and “you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”. Cut to Ivy - we see what I believe to be Karlies perspective. The verses tend to elude that Taylor is/was the chaser of Karlies affection in where she questions why Taylor would risk the outcome of their love being discovered. She refers to Taylor as Ivy (as Taylor has previously referred to herself before) and dares Taylor to ask her to run. This suggests that the person wants to leave their husband but is waiting on Taylor’s word. The songs narrator then reminds Taylor of the risk via a call and response type formatted question “what would he do if he found us out?”…. And the response being “he’s gonna burn this house to the ground”. It’s easy to think in a literally term that refers to assets or reputation but I argue the husband doesn’t have that power over Taylor who is the writer, despite writing from karlies POV. In retrospective, I believe Taylor is divulging that the object her affair warned her that her husband may burn her “lovers house” [of albums] to the ground. Which brings us to the masters heist and the husband having a hand a hand in it. This is further supported by the themes of “no body, no crime”. Ivy confirms that Taylor knows this is the fight of her affairs life and that because of Taylor’s affection towards her, she is now at war too. It never implies the war ended or has been won despite the husband having this power over them. Therefore, I can only believe it’s still ongoing. There rest of the songs on folklore/evermore further suggest that there is a lot more to come in this story but more on that later 🤠

This is great anon well thought out. I love IVY for that reason it’s passionate, real and describes her situation to a T. Love your point that he’s going to burn the house to the ground is her albums and such.

[im-no-jedi]

MLWTBB: My Friends Bolo & Ketch

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this AU. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙

Chapter 5, 4000+ words, rated G (someone’s constantly smoking a cig, that’s it)

previous chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

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It had been a while since Hannah had been in a landspeeder. Even though they weren’t going very fast, Hannah enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing across her face and hair. She remembered all the times she would go for rides with her dad when she was younger; back then, it was the closest thing to flying she could get. And even now, after having actually ridden in a starship, the sensation of her hair getting whipped around by the wind felt more akin to what she imagined flight was like.  

The environment was special for this instance though. It felt weird going through the back alleys and side streets of Ord Mantell, but also comforting in a way. For the first time all day, Hannah felt like she could relax. In the pit of her stomach, anxiety was building at the thought of whatever awaited them at the end of their journey. But she didn’t want that to stop her from enjoying this moment. As the slivers of light beaming between the different buildings flashed onto her face in various patterns, Hannah leaned her head back and shut her eyes to let herself slip into brief euphoria. A calm before the storm.

“Hey...”

Ketch’s voice suddenly made Hannah alert again, and she slowly opened her eyes to find him staring down at her from the back seat.  

“Uhh, you asleep?” Ketch asked her curiously.

Hannah stared up at him blankly for a moment. “No...”

Ketch just grinned in response, and she sighed.  

“Just thought you might wanna know what I’ve been lookin’ into here,” Ketch said, waving a datapad in his hand.

Hannah sat up straight and turned around to face him, holding her hair back so it wouldn’t whip into her face from the wind. “Did you figure out who we’re going to see?”

“I think so, yeah. Although...” Ketch shook his head. “If it’s true, then we might be in over our heads...”

“Well, spit it out already!” Bolo exclaimed from the driver’s seat next to Hannah.  

Hesitantly, Ketch began explaining how he had looked into all the different vendors near the area they were heading towards. None of them fit the description Master Gildish had given them, but in the process of his research, Ketch remembered some stories he’d heard in the parlor about a crime lord who lived in the mountains. He began doing research based around those parameters, and sure enough, there was one person who fit the bill.

“They call him ‘The Krag’,” Ketch told them with an added dramatic flair.  

Bolo gasped, while Hannah let out a small snort. “The guy who lives in the mountains is called ‘The Krag’?” Hannah snarked. “Does everyone around here use the Clone Trooper naming method or something?”

“I’ve heard of The Krag!” Bolo exclaimed. “They say he’s nearly impossible to please, that some have had to literally sell their soul away to get something from him.” In a loud whisper, he added, “he’s supposedly even meaner than Cid.”

Hannah and Ketch looked at each other with worry. Although it sounded like they were over exaggerating, Hannah’s anxieties began to grow exponentially. She didn’t want to believe Master Gildish was sending them somewhere straight up dangerous, but after everything she had been through since leaving Astreon, it wouldn’t surprise her either.  

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Bolo kept his focus on driving the landspeeder, while Hannah fidgeted nervously with the power cable in her hands. Ketch had already been keeping his focus on holding the transparisteel dome even while doing his research, but he seemed to be clutching it a bit more nervously now.

Gradually, the buildings around them became more sporadic and transitioned altogether into rocky cliffsides. Hannah’s heart began to beat faster in her chest. They were close.

Then their path came to an abrupt end. The cliffs pincered into a small valley with a single cliffside at the end of it. Portions of the cliff had clearly been whittled away to form a sort of housing unit with only a single door in the middle of it. The valley was eerily quiet, to the point where they could all hear themselves breathing once Bolo turned the landspeeder off. Hannah was certain the boys could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest too.

“So uhh,” Ketch began hesitantly. “Who’s goin’ in first?”

All three of them looked between each other with the same level of nervousness and uncertainty. Then Hannah let out a deep breath and shut her eyes to center herself. “Stay close, boys,” she said and began heading for the door. Bolo and Ketch were right on her heels, not intending on going far from her even if she hadn’t asked.

The closer she got to the door, the louder Hannah’s heartbeat got in her ears. It became almost unbearable by the time she was within arm’s reach of the door. With another deep breath, Hannah reached out for the door to give it a knock. Her hand got hardly a Tooka’s length from it before the door suddenly opened on its own. The three of them stood unmoving, eyes wide.  

Bolo gulped loudly. “Uhh... a-anyone home?”

There was no response.

“Nope, don’t like that,” Ketch mumbled nervously to himself.

Hannah tightened her fists and swallowed her fear, then took a few steps inside. Bolo and Ketch barely waited a second before joining her.

Stepping inside, it was almost impossible to believe they were inside the cliff. The interior was surprisingly posh, with lavish carpets lining the floor and decorative lamps hanging overhead that gave the space a dim yet pleasant glow. Various items of seemingly high value decorated the walls and were strewn throughout the area on display. It reminded Hannah of a cross between Cid’s office and a museum. All three of them were completely enamored with the space.  

Which made it even more of a surprise when the door suddenly shut behind all of them. Hannah gasped from shock, and Bolo and Ketch each gave a small yelp and grabbed onto each other out of fear.

Then a light appeared at the end of the room. An elegant desk with a large empty chair sat near the back wall. A staircase wrapped around behind it that led to an upper level. And at the top of the staircase stood an absolutely massive figure mostly cloaked in shadow.

“Well, well,” the figure began. The voice was gravelly and deep, with a bit of a muffle sound to it. “Looks like I got some new clients ta do business wit.” They began stepping down the stairs, which allowed the others to finally see who it was. An extremely tall, quite rotund male Besalisk wearing a nice suit and holding a cig in his mouth was coming down the stairs. He carried himself with a presence equal to his size. There was no question that this had to be The Krag.

Once he had come down the stairs, the Besalisk beckoned to Hannah and the boys, saying, “Come, come, make yaselves comf’table.”

Very cautiously, Hannah began to approach, with Bolo and Ketch once again close behind her. The Besalisk yanked the chair behind the desk away, which made a loud screeching noise, and he sat down on the chair with a hefty sigh. As Hannah got closer to the desk, she saw several smaller chairs placed nearby, which the Besalisk said they could pull up closer if they wanted.

So far, aside from his sheer size, Hannah didn’t see anything to worry about regarding The Krag. But if meeting Vin Drazundr had taught her anything, it was that nice people aren’t always good people.

After they had pulled up the chairs and sat down, the Besalisk leaned back in his chair with all four of his arms folded on top of his round belly. He took a puff of his cig and let the smoke trail out for a moment before finally speaking again. “So. Who do I haf da pleasure of speakin’ to t’day?”

It was silent for a moment as the three others tried to decide who was going to speak first. Hannah eventually cleared her throat and said in a somewhat shaky voice, “Umm, m-my name is Hannah. And these are my friends, Bolo and Ketch.” She gestured to each of them, and they both gave a nervous wave.

“A pleasure,” the Besalisk responded, nodding his head respectfully. “Ya probably already guessed it, but dey call me ‘Da Krag’.” He took another puff of his cig. “Now before we get into da business side’a tings, I always like ta know a few tings about my clients ahead’a time. Mainly, I like knowin’ exactly how ya got ta hearin’ my name and how ya found my place. I ain’t exactly a well-known celebrity around heah, if ya catch my drift.” He chuckled a bit, which prompted the boys to respond with nervous chuckles of their own.

“We were sent by Master Gildish,” Hannah hesitantly responded.

“Oh?” The Krag raised an eyebrow at her. “Dat ol’ coot’s still kickin’, huh? Figguhs. Must be sumtin’ real important ya lookin’ for if he sent ya ta me of all people.”

Hannah nodded. “He said you could get almost anything we asked for.”

“An’ he was right,” The Krag replied. “For da right price, o’course.” He took another puff of his cig with a massive smirk spread on his amphibian-like face.

“Of course,” Hannah responded with another nod, this time her face tilted to the floor.

“So tell me den, Miss Hannah,” The Krag said, leaning forward a bit more in his chair. “What do ya need Da Krag ta get for ya t’day? Sumtin’ fancy? Sumtin’ rare? Maybe sumtin’... ya don’t wan’ nobody ta know about?” He pulled the cig out of his mouth with another puff and began twiddling it between his massive fingers.

Hannah chuckled nervously. “Well, I guess that depends on your definition.” Her hands wrang together nervously in her lap, which she was certain hadn’t gone unnoticed. “It’s actually kind of silly, but... w-we need a... radio transmitter.”

The Krag blinked a few times and then threw his head back with a hardy laugh. “A radio? Ol’ Gildish sent ya ta me for dat?” He shook his head with another laugh and pinched the bottom of the fin between his eyes. “Now dat... dat’s hysterical. Tell me I’m not da only one who tinks dat’s hysterical.”

Another moment of silence before Ketch raised a hand. “I thought it was kinda funny actually...”

“Oh, it’s betta den funny,” The Krag replied. “It’s kriffin’ hilarious. Ya know why dat’s hilarious?”

Silence again. None of them knew how to respond.

“It’s hilarious cause dat means all’a you are real desperate. Which is good news fo’ me.” The Krag chuckled again and rested three of his arms on his belly again, using the fourth to hold the cig in his mouth.

Hannah was beginning to seriously question if coming there was a grave mistake.

“A’righty den,” The Krag said after taking another puff. “A radio, it is. I got one’a dose, no problem. Hell, I got more if ya need ‘em.” He began punching some buttons on his desk with a snicker. “Dat all for ya? Nuthin’ crazier den dat?”

Hannah looked between each of the boys, then back at The Krag again. “N-no, that’s it.”

“Yeesh, people’ll really do anythin’ fo’ anythin’ dese days,” The Krag responded, shaking his head. “Ok den, dat’ll be out shortly.” He leaned forward, resting his lower arms on top of the desk and clasping his upper hands together. “Now comes da fun part.”

A small flap suddenly opened on the front of the desk, which spooked Hannah enough to make her gasp. Then what appeared to be a piece of flimsi began poking out of the opening.

“Dere’s ya receipt,” The Krag stated. “I don’ like usin’ datapads or whateva fo’ dese tings. Too easy ta hack into.”

Hannah pursed her lips together to hold back a smile. In her head, she could just picture the long rant Tech would’ve gone into if he were there, with Echo joining in of course. And she already knew it would end with them both ultimately agreeing with The Krag’s belief as well.

Almost like she was afraid something might happen if she touched it, Hannah hesitantly pulled out the piece of flimsi and began looking it over. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped, which prompted Bolo and Ketch to come over and look at the receipt as well.

“What the--?!” Bolo exclaimed.

“Are you kidding?!” Ketch also exclaimed.

“That much?!” Bolo exclaimed again.

“For a radio?!?” Ketch once again exclaimed.

“Da best radio ya gonna find on Ord Mantell,” The Krag replied. “And apparently da only one...”

“Which raises the price,” Hannah solemnly added.

“Dere, ya see?” The Krag said, gesturing to Hannah. “Dis gal knows how it works. I see why she’s da mouth’a dis group.”

Bolo and Ketch then pulled Hannah away for a moment to discuss what they should do. Even with all their current money combined, there was no way they’d be able to pay what The Krag was asking for. There was the potential to ask if they could pay another way, but they all knew that could lead to more trouble for one or more of them. The boys suggested that maybe there was another way, that maybe The Krag wasn’t the only one on Ord Mantell with a radio; they hadn’t searched everywhere, after all. But that ended up devolving into an argument between the two boys about what Cid was going to say and how they didn’t want to have to do that much work and even going into whose fault the entire ordeal was in the first place. Hannah literally had to put her foot down to get them to stop arguing, and she could feel The Krag’s gaze staring them all down intently.  

“Both of you,” Hannah quietly addressed Bolo and Ketch. “Let me handle this, ok? I said I was gonna handle it, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

Bolo and Ketch looked at each other with worry, then back at Hannah again.

“We believe you,” Bolo quietly replied. “It’s just...”

“I-if anything happens to you, Cid and your friends will kill us,” Ketch interjected, equally quiet. “And well... we don’t want anything happening to you either.”

Bolo nodded in agreement.

Hannah gave them a grateful smile. “Thanks, boys. I’m glad you both have been with me today. I don’t think I could’ve done this alone.” She let out a small sigh. “But I’m not giving up. We’ve come too far for that.”

“You’re not... scared?” Bolo asked.

“Oh no, I’m terrified,” Hannah replied with a soft chuckle. “But... I’m doing it anyway.”

“Are ya done mumblin’ over dere?” The Krag loudly asked from his seat. “As much as I like dis chair, I ain’t got all day ta be loafin’ around down heah.”

“Sorry!” Hannah sheepishly replied as she turned to face him. “We just needed to discuss how to deal with this.” She waved around the piece of flimsi in her hand.

“I see,” The Krag replied. He leaned back in his chair and took a puff before continuing. “So den, what’s da conclusion?”

“Umm...” Hannah started, but then went silent for a moment. Her mind was racing with all the different ways she could go about dealing with this predicament. Normally, she was able to come up with some sort of lie to deal with a situation like this. But she knew that probably wasn’t a good idea with this guy. He was too good at reading people, it seemed. He actually reminded her a lot of Cid.

“Take ya time, girlie,” The Krag snarked. “I don’ got nowhere betta ta be.”

Yup, he definitely reminded Hannah of Cid. Which brought up an interesting idea in her mind...

“So, here’s the thing,” Hannah started as she pressed her hands together. “We don’t currently have the amount that you’re asking for. But, if you’re willing to hold onto the radio for us, I might be able to convince my boss to make up the rest of the payment. We could even give you what we currently have now as, like, a down payment. How does that sound?”

The entire time Hannah was talking, The Krag was making small puffs of smoke and thoughtfully stroking his rubbery wattle. He at least seemed to be listening to what Hannah was saying, which was good. He continued to think for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully and took the cig out of his mouth.

“Ya sure ya boss would be willin’ ta go along wit dis deal?”

“Well,” Hannah replied. “Like you, she appreciates good business, so I feel like she’ll see the value in it. This is technically for her, after all.”

“Interestin’...” The Krag stroked his wattle a few more times. “If ya don’ mind me askin’, who exactly will I be havin’ da pleasure’a workin’ wit on dis deal?”

Ketch surprisingly spoke up before Hannah could respond. “Her name’s Cid.”

“Yeah,” Bolo added. “She’s always doing business with guys like you, actually.”

As the boys were speaking, Hannah watched The Krag’s murky yellow eyes grow wider and wider in obvious recognition. She assumed that he already knew Cid, but the recognition on his face wasn’t blatantly positive.

“Oh, well, ya should’a told me ya were wit Cid,” The Krag said as he began fiddling with his cig again. “Dat definitely changes tings quite a bit heah...”

“You already know her then?” Hannah asked, almost hesitantly.

The Krag laughed. “Know ‘er? Yeah, ya could say dat. Dat ol’ bat an’ I go way back.”

“That’s great!” Bolo exclaimed.

“We won’t even have to introduce you then,” Ketch added. “Makes sense that you two are already friends.”

The cig in The Krag’s hand began twirling just a bit rougher between his large fingers, to the point where Hannah was worried it might snap in half. “Yeah...” he said in a much gruffer tone than before. “Friends... dat’s what we are...”

That was all Hannah needed to hear to realize she’d definitely just made another mistake. A memory of a passing comment Cid had made once flashed in her mind, and she was struck with the realization that The Krag fit the description of an old flame Cid used to have. There was no way they were easily getting out of this situation now.

“Y-you know what,” Hannah started, a nervous hitch in her tone. “Maybe there’s another way we can deal with this. A way that doesn’t have to involve anybody else.”

“An’ what would dat be, Miss Hannah?” The Krag asked with blatant irritation.

“Umm...” Once again, Hannah went silent as she searched her thoughts. She began by berating herself for not coming up with a plan ahead of time to deal with this. More so than any other time that day, Hannah sorely wished that Hunter was there with them. He was good at handling these sorts of things, and also good at formulating plans on the spot. She also very much wished he was there to help get her out of there, as her nerves were definitely starting to get the better of her by then. But Cid’s voice still echoed in her head, the voice that told her to keep her chin up and act confidant. Maybe some confidence would help her figure out what to do next.

“Honestly,” Hannah finally said, letting her newfound confidence show. “I’m not exactly sure. Is there maybe something we can work out as an exchange? Like a trade, maybe?”

The Krag pondered for a moment. “Dat depends on what ya offerin’. I saw ya got a nice lookin’ landspeeda out dere. Dat’ll get ya more den a radio from me, I’ll tell ya dat.”

Bolo and Ketch both immediately protested, making it perfectly clear that the landspeeder wasn’t theirs and was simply being loaned to them. The Krag shrugged, saying that he didn’t see why any of that mattered, but that was none of his business, and he took a long puff of his cig. Then he turned back to Hannah again.

“You’s a smaht one, girlie,” he said as he gestured to Hannah with his cig. “I can tell just from ya face. So I’m gonna let you do da negotiatin’. You tell me what I’m gettin' in exchange fo’ ya precious radio.” He put the cig back into his mouth and leaned back into his chair, folding all four of his hands across his belly. “Gimme an offer I can’t refuse.”

On the outside, Hannah was keeping it together as best she could. Internally however, she was a living hurricane of anxiety. It felt like she’d backed herself into a corner with no way out. Again, her heart ached for her friends to be there with her, to somehow get her out to safety like they always did. But no, no she told herself. She couldn’t expect them to come rescue her all the time. This was her problem, and she had to deal with it. She could deal with it. She just had to be strategic about it. But how?

Maybe she was using the wrong kind of strategy. She’d been trying to think like Hunter, like a well-trained commander who knew all the ins and outs of every situation. But Hunter wasn’t the only strategic one of the group. In fact, it could be strongly argued that the smallest of them was superiorly strategic to all of them.  

So Hannah decided to do what she thought Omega might do. She was going to be kind and honest.

“Time,” Hannah confidently said. “I... I offer my time.”

Bolo and Ketch looked at Hannah in confusion, while The Krag simply raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I’m offering you the same thing I offered Cid,” Hannah continued. “I have nothing else. But I get the sense you don’t really need anything else, do you?”

There was nothing but silence for a moment as they waited for The Krag to respond. Then a large smirk began to grow on The Krag’s face, and a throaty chuckle escaped his lips.

“You really are da smaht one, ain’t ya?” The Krag chuckled again and began to sit up straight in his seat. “A’righty den. Offer accepted.” One of his hands came slamming down on the desk with a loud thud, which spooked the others. “Go on, get outta here you two,” he said, waving off Bolo and Ketch. “Ya ain’t got nuthin’ fo’ me.”

Immediately, Bolo and Ketch protested, even stronger than before. They actually both linked arms with Hannah, refusing to leave her side. Hannah appreciated their concern, but she told them not to worry and that she would be ok.

“We’re not leaving you alone with this guy!” Ketch exclaimed.

“We made Cid a promise!” Bolo added.

Again, Hannah reassured them that she would be fine. She trusted that The Krag wasn’t going to do anything harmful to her, and The Krag actually reaffirmed that statement. Gently, Hannah released herself from their grasp and gave them both a reassuring squeeze on the arm.

“Trust me,” she said in the most confidant tone they’d ever heard from her before. “It’ll be ok. Just wait outside. If I’m not out after sundown, then go back to Cid’s and let her know where I am, ok? Can you guys promise me that?”

With sorrowed looks on their faces, Bolo and Ketch nodded and began heading for the door, leaving Hannah alone in the room with The Krag. Once they were gone, The Krag chuckled to himself and leaned against his desk to address Hannah directly.

“A’righty, Miss Hannah,” he said with his cig still stuck in the corner of his mouth. “It’s just you an’ me now. An’ I know exactly how you an’ I are gonna be spendin’ our time togetha.” Another throaty chuckle came from his mouth as his lips curled into a sly grin.

Hannah should’ve been scared. She should’ve regretted everything. But she didn’t. She’d done exactly as she’d intended. And whatever was about to happen to her, she wasn’t going to regret later.

Maybe.

[magpiemissy]

“Hey, Idiot... I Love You.”

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: We all know that Bakugou Katsuki is an aggressive and loud boy but what happens if this said angry pomeranian found someone who can tame him? Someone who can take his shit and can stand up, love and take care of him till the end of time.

⚠︎ Warnings ⚠︎: swearing, just a tiny but of angst, playful banters (lemme know if there's more)

So it all started when you two were in junior high. You were seated right in front of him.

You're a smart person and strong too. Can control your quirk amazingly. Know and can calculate tactics fast. You were part of the top students, basically straight A's in all subjects.

The problem is you're ✨socially constipated✨. Shy, quiet, basically an introvert of some sort. (lol calling myself out)

You were that person who no one messes with cause your silence can be intimidating. Like, you having the ✨resting bitch face✨.

Everyone is scared of you cause you radiate the "a-person-doesn't-plot-murder-outloud" vibe. You do actually lmfao but of course that's only for the jerks who messes with you and some innocent people.

That's why you don't have "friends". They're afraid to approach you.

Bakugo somehow took an interest in you but of course, he pushed it away 🙄.

With your vibe goin on like that, he always thought that you were gonna pick a fight or somethin'. During PE time, this boii really challenged you to mf fight. Like literally on the faces of your classmates.

You were like: 😐🤨 "huh? Me?" and you just shrugged it off and accepted it. (like it was a birthday invitation with you just wanting to eat the food lmfao.)

So yeah, your fight lasted an hour. He was tired but you didn't even looked like you're sweating. It could've been longer though if your teacher didn't called the head to stop it and cause of that... You both got detention.

Basically after that, he asked you if you wanna stick with him since you literally prooved that your worthy of his respect and he will beat yo ass someday. And you said okayy.

After that encounter, you two were inseparable. Like, attached to the hips baby. You two were like partners in crime jahdhshsh (friendship goals).

Bakugou really is a great person if you could get pass those barriers of his. He's a softy BUT he doesn't wanna show it, cause he thinks he'll look 💥weak💥.

"Oi, dumbass! Let's go get dinner. We've been studying for 3 hours now. What do you want?"

"I really would love spicy ramen and sushi."

"Hmm... Alright. Grab your things. I'm gonna walk you home too since your ass can't even handle being alone. Tch, wussy." he said while reaching out his hand for you to take and YOU take it WITHOUT hesitation💅

He looked the other way cause you might see the small smile that he's hiding and the light blush that's creeping up his face.

He was basically a whole different person when it came to you.

There was this one time when you saw him picking on Midoriya (again) and you called out his name. His face like turned pale and literally just froze on the spot.

You usually call him Katsuki or Suki. So it's a whole different ass story if you call him Bakugou or Bakugou Katsuki.

"And what are you going to do about it, shitty nerd? Huh? You're useless, can't even do anyth—"

"BAKUGOU!!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BULLYING MIDORIYA?! STOP IT RIGHT NOW, FUCKING ASS GREMLIN."

*freeze* he's basically panicking cause Bakugou? You never call him Bakugou. Usually it'll be Katsuki or Suki and just— Katsuki.exe has stopped working.

Never again will he ever make you mad or upset because he will suffer your ✨wrath✨. Like you'll ignore him and stuff like that until he apologises to Midoriya. (silent treatment)

But of course he won't stop treating Midoriya like that, unless you're near them.

He tolerates it. And that's freaking love, man. When he tolerates someone because they're your friends is *chef's kiss*. He trusts you alot. (he's in denial that he has feelings for you but he doesn't know)

"Hey, Izuku! Oohhh~you've got something new in your notebook? Can I see? Pleeeessseee???"

Bakugou: *incoherent angry bakugou noises* "tch, what a nerd." *growls lowly* *eye twitching* *pouts angrily*

He's doing ANYTHING that he can think of just for you to pay attention to him instead of the 'damn nerd'.

"Thanks, Izuku! I'll see you tomorrow, byee~" *grabs Bakugou's hand and squeezes it*

Bakugou: *quiet, happy bakugou noises*

/////

Then you both decided that you both will go to UA and man was proud that you got in. He be a cocky bish.

Like you called him and started shouting on the phone that you were nervous and that what if you didn't get in then you found a letter in the mail and just jahdhshsh.

He thought it was cute. Especially the part that he was the one who you FIRST go to and tell him you got in. He thinks it's special (and it is! Please give him a hug uwu)

His heart flutters when he hears your voice, your laugh, especially when you called him to face time and he saw your smile.

It's like 💘. The arrow went straight through his heart. That's the time that he thought "Well, damn. I am inlove with them."

He PLANS a way of confessing to you. He wanted it to be "simple but romantic".

It was a couple of days before school.

STARGAZING IN HIS BACKYARD WITH A FORT THAT HE BUILT 😍

It was simple yet romantic, he really tried and it was amazing!

🤬Lord Explotion Murder💥: Hey, come out dumbass.

✨Poppie✨: nani?!

🤬Lord Explotion Murder💥: I'm outside, idiot. Come out, and no need to change. You can come in your pj's.

✨Poppie✨: aight, if u say so.

"so what's up?" you asked but he just grabbed your hand and continues to walk.

When you get there, you were in awe.

"D—Did you...do this?" "Well, yeah. Who else would it be, dumbass?" *flicks your forehead*

>After eating chinese take out and pizza<

"Hey, listen..I know you ain't a fan of the lovey-dovey shit so Imma say this straight up. N/N, we've been friends since Junior years and I just—I like you..alot."

"I..like you too." you whispered staring at him, caressing your thumb on his cheek.

"Tch, we're goin on a date tomorrow. Wear something simple, alright?" you just hummed, drifting off to sleep.

"Yeah, I really do like you... Poppie." he whispered, patting your head while you snuggle further his chest.

The first day of school lmfao, you be sittin on his table and just casually talkin to each other then Iida came in xD

"L/N, it's the first day of school and you're already gonna damage a school property..." he said while chopping the air.

You were like "huh? And what's it to you, sonic?" Katsuki was in awe jahdhshsh straight up heart eyes.

then do u guys remmember what Bakugou said at that time? Yeah he said that too.

After that he pulled you to his lap and just

"There, they're seated on a rightful place already. So just scram, four eyes."

"Make your self comfortable, Poppie." "Is this good?"

Sweet BUT aggressive lmfao

During classes, you still sit in front of him. Since now you two are dating, he'll just draw something on your back (argh, cute >:D)

"What did I draw?" he whispered.

"Hm... Feels like an explosion." you whispered back and he just pats your back to say you're right.

there are times that you two would learn how to do origami just so you guys could surprise each other before each class starts.

You were talkin with Mina at the back of the class along with the other girls and some of the boys.

"Hey, isn't Y/N in a relationship with Bakugou?" Kaminari asked.

"uhh... Yeah? Why?" you asked.

"It's just tha—" Kaminari didn't even get to finish his sentence as the bell rung.

You guys immediately went to your corresponding seats. You were suprised to see a grenade origami by your desk and it just makes you smile knowing who's it from.

As class was starting, you yourself were doing one too while your listening to the topic.

Soon, next period was over and a break was provided.

Katsuki went to the bathroom...

You put the bear origami, a note and a granola bar for his snack. (awww)

When Katsuki came back, he couldn't help but smile a little for the small gift. He's so lucky to have you.

You guys also learned the morse code so that you could talk shit to anyone without them knowing lmfao XD

He does those cute things because you're different. You're special to him.

When he's angry he'll go straight to you because you're the only one who can calm him down.

Remember the time he was chained during the awarding ceremony at the Sports Festival? Yeah... That's when he discovered it.

"Hey, baby... You okay? That was so uncalled for, they didn't have to put you like that." you told him while approaching to give him a hug.

"Annoying damn extras..." continues to mumble while you're hugging him.

"Hey atleast you're number one. That fight was amazing. YOU are amazing." you said as he nuzzled his face on your neck.

"...You looked like an angry chihuahua. PFFT—" "YOU LITTLE SHI—COMEBACK HERE!"

As he was chasing you down the hallway, he can't help himself but laugh cause he knows when he's down, you'll find a way to make him laugh or smile.

Your THAT SPECIAL to get passed being exploded by him.

/////

The time when he got kidnapped, when all of you were sent home. Katsuki can't help but call you.

You ran as fast as you could while tears are falling from your eyes violently.

When you got there you immediately gave him a hug. The tightest hug that you could ever do.

Ring ring

"Hello?"

"P-Poppie?" "Katsuki? Hey, you okay what's wrong?!" "Can you...come here? Please?"

*grabs hoodie, almost jumped from 2nd to 1st floor lmfao* *puts on shoes so fast, you didn't even noticed that your socks were mis-matched* *sprints immediately*

When you get there, boii! HE WAS WAITING OUTSIDE!

"Katsuki!" you jumped on him didn't even care if you fall down or not. Your top priority right now was him.

He dragged you inside to his room and when he closed the door... MENTAL BREAKDOWN. He's sobbing! Give the baby a hug, please!

You just comfort him, whispering to him reassurances and sweet things, kissing his whole face, holding him so close and tight 😔✨.

That night, you two became even closer. You two really be saying "Soulmates? Yeah, we are."

You always have to be touching each other.

Hand holding, arm on shoulder, thigh to thigh, hand on thigh/waist/lower back basically everywhere! Y'all literally are inseparable now.

During his fight with Deku? Yeah, you know too. All might trusts you. (jahdhshsh dadmight😭✋)

Secrets? Nah... You both know ✨everything✨

You patch him up while talkin and cuddle after. You are his comfort. (I need a freakin boyfriend xD)

Internship? Yeah, you both actually didn't know that you both picked the same sooo~ 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️👫✨

You tease each other lololol

"Nice hair, boom boy. Pfft—" "Shut up, dumbass!"

"Damn, my baby gots some nice ass."

Bakugou: *blushes red* tch *light bulb!* *smirks* Mhmm, you would die to see it though, right Poppie?

You're now blushing hard HAHAHA

///// (school festival)

You help Mina with the choreo!

When you saw Katsuki play the drums... 🤤😳

While everyone's on break, you'll go to him and he'll just pull you to his lap and chill.

You actually know how to play the drums but basic only. He was shooketh lol.

That's where he discovers that you also play alot of instruments but it was honestly just a hobby to you.

Proud, cocky boyfriend.

You meet Eri! And she loves you so much! She honestly looks up to you now jahdhshsh. Que Bakugou blushing because he's imagining what if Eri was both of your child? 😍😳

Yeah... He's really fallen hard, very hard for you.

/////

You were in the kitchen dorm cooking lunch for everyone, you were also assigned to babysit Eri for a while as Aizawa-Sensei needed to do some things. Katsuki leaned by the kitchen counter, admiring you.

"You know... You should take a picture, it'll last longer." You snapped him out of his thoughts, he didn't get to see the small smirk that came to your face.

"Eh... Why look at a photo when I already have the real one right in front of me?" he bit back. Slick motherfuc—

"Well why are you still standin there? C'mere." as you said that, he immediately went to hold you. BACKHUGS!

"Hey Idiot... I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too. So damn much." you said nuzzling further into his arms while you both cook.

"I'm so going to damn marry you!" he thought and promised himself.

BONUS:

"BRAT, COME BACK HERE!" "NO!"

"Kenji, sweetie, listen to your father." You said as you were holding Akari in your arms, lulling her to sleep.

"...fine" he grumbled. Katsuki released a relieved sigh. He went and dressed him up.

"Like father, like son." you said rolling your eyes but smiling as you love your family.

"I heard that!" Katsuki said as he emerges in the living room. You already put Akari in her room.

"Finally! Alone time with you. Those brats literally took you away from me."

"Those brats are your children. And besides, you were the one who wanted children as soon as possible."

"Oh shut up!" he said while kissing you.

Everything was going alright. It started to get heated though.

"Mhm...all mine." he growled. "All yours." you whisperd.

Until you hear crying...

"Argh, goddammit!" he yelled as you giggled.

"Well, tomorrow we're gonna have our day to ourselves because earlier Mitsuki called and said she wants to spend some time with the kids."

That put a smirk on Katsuki's face.

"Now if you keep complainin', I am not gonna give you what you want. Got that, boom boy?"

"Yeah, yeah... I'll go tuck Akari back to sleep. That damn brat honestly had to have the energy to cry today among all days. Tch!"he grumbled as he stood up.

*slaps ass* "Go get'em, Dynamight." you gave him playful smirk and winked at him.

He just shooks his head smiling, walking to his daughter's room.

"God, I love that son of a bitch."

Message: I got carried away! Whoopsie, hehe. Anyways, hope you guys like it. A little gift before a new year starts. I hope everyone is having a great day, afternoon, night! Also, you guys really loved the previous Bakugou story that I made so I hope y'all love this one. Merry Christmas and A happy New year! XOXO

[cordeliaxcortana]

Chain Of Thorns Theories pt4.

🚨 Chain of Iron Spoilers 🚨

I've got your boyfriend on my mind

I think he knows you stayed with me last night

I held his world in my hands

I threw it out to see where it would land

You came to me for entropy

And I gave you all I had

He makes a better man than me

So I know he won't feel bad

okay this song is about Anna & Ariadne

the only thing I can't figure out is who "the boyfriend" is because Charles already ended the engagement..

It's fine 'cause I am just a girl

"It doesn't count"

He knows a woman needs a man

To make her shout

I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind (I know he doesn't mind)

You tell me that you love me every time (You love me all the time)

I held his girl in my hands (I know he doesn't mind)

She likes it 'cause they're softer than a man's (I like to moisturise)

Or maybe "boyfriend" isn't someone specific but men/people in general? who would not take them or their relationship seriously cause they're both girls :/

Heaven knows we're meant to be

But it's turned into a mess

No one takes us seriously

Just because I wear a dress

After that ending between them in COI and how they parted ways it's hard to say how but maybe they'll find a way to be together?

I really hope they do.

In the meantime it'd be really nice to see them both as something more than a romantic/ship filler.

Each step I left behind

Each road you know is mine

Walking on a line ten stories high

Say you'll still be by my side

If I could take your hand, oh

If you could understand

That I can barely breathe the air is thin

I fear the fall and where we'll land

Now this is a tricky song... because this could literally be any character..

We fight every night for something¹

When the sun sets we're both the same

Half in the shadows

Half burned in flames

We can't look back for nothing

Take what you need, say your goodbyes²

I gave you everything

And it's a beautiful crime

We've always been associating shadows with James and flames/gold/fire with Cordelia

1. well looks like after Cordelia comes back from paris their little household isn't going to be a happy environment

2. Maybe they end up fighting/arguing and either of them moves out of the house???

Leaving the things we lost, oh

Leaving the ones we've crossed

I have to make an end so we begin

To save my soul at any cost

Or they separate for some other cause.

At first I thought maybe this was from James' pov but I think it could be Cordelia... things we lost (many), one's we crossed (belial & LILITH), to save my soul at any cost...

What if she goes on another road trip/adventure (?) to find a way to get herself out of the whole paladin deal and save herself from lilith

This darkness is the light

This darkness is the light

👀

what if finding a way to break the paladin bond is to go face to face with lilith..?

-> lots of arianna angst✨ as expected of cassie 🤷‍♀️

🗣️ 🎙️and the baton of recklessness will be passed from Thomas to Cordelia (stressful times for Alastair if you ask me) (evidence: with how she went away to paris and the end of the second song...yeah I'm sure cordelia is going to be in her reckless era ✨)

I'll be cheering for my queen from the sidelines don't you worry..

Go Cordelia!!!