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[sjsmith56]

The Right Time - A Private Man, Chapter 14

Summary: Bucky and Tracey share their news with everyone. Matt and Foggy advise Bucky that his settlement offer has been made.

Length: 4.8 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Rebecca, Janice, Matt, Foggy.

Warnings: Residual anger against Thaddeus Ross, Val de Fontaine and others who threatened Bucky.

Author notes: Mostly a good news chapter. The Story of Ferdinand is one of my favourites, even though it tells the story of a barbaric sport that still exists in some parts of the world. In a way, it is symbolic of Bucky for me, because like Ferdinand, he just wants to live a quiet life, smelling the flowers, enjoying the shade, and being where he is happiest.

<<Chapter 13

That morning, when Tracey accepted Bucky's proposal he went back into the house with her and told Rhodey he would entertain the idea of being an Avenger if it allowed him to live a meaningful life with his sister and his wife in Brooklyn. Standing there, holding Tracey's hand while he said it, the reaction from everyone else at first was confusion, then awareness dawned on Sam's face.

"You asked her to marry you just now?" he asked.

Bucky nodded then looked at Janice. "I'm not asking your husband for his blessing," he said. "I would like yours."

"You have it," she replied, then she stood up and kissed him on the cheek before hugging her daughter.

That seemed to break the ice and everyone offered their congratulations. Bucky excused himself to go into his bedroom, coming out with a small worn round box. Rebecca beamed as he stood in front of everyone, gathering his words.

"Rebecca has had this ever since our mother died in 1970," he said. "Dad proposed to her in 1915. He was a soldier, not terribly well off but he bought what he could afford. During the Depression they came close to selling it several times but something always came up that allowed her to keep it. Being vintage it's worth a lot more now and the jeweller assured me that he could duplicate the design for the wedding band. It would honour both me and Rebecca if you accepted this ring as a symbol of the promise between us."

He opened the box and held the ring towards Tracey. With her eyes glistening she took it. "Bucky, it's beautiful," she said. "It would be a privilege to wear your mother's engagement ring."

She slid the ring with the round cut diamond and engraved band on her ring finger, then kissed Bucky, placing her palm on his face as she did. Once again there were congratulations with hugs and kisses from everyone. Despite the desire to stay and celebrate the three flying men prepared to leave. Rhodes pulled Bucky aside, away from everyone else.

"I want you to know that I will do all I can to make being an Avenger a full time job," he said. "The government can't expect any of us to sit around, waiting for a mission, and not have a regular source of income to rely on. If that doesn't happen then I won't blame you if you choose to turn it down. You stepped up to take care of Rebecca because she was your first priority, and I respect that, very much. We'll talk about what you need for this plan to be successful. That's my promise, Buck."

"Thanks," replied Bucky. "When you fell in Germany and we heard you were paralyzed I felt such guilt for your injury, that it was my fault." Rhodes began to object but Bucky persisted. "Then you showed up in Wakanda and there was no blame from you, no sign of anger or resentment. You treated me like a fellow soldier and that meant a lot."

"In those two years I learned what you went through and I couldn't fault you for trying to protect yourself, and to stop those who would exploit you," replied Rhodes. "They were ready to kill you because they didn't know the man you really were. You proved yourself as a man of honour in Wakanda and against the Flag Smashers. My accident was just that, an accident, a shot gone wrong. I had enough years in the Air Force to know that those things happen. We'll figure it out, Buck. I know we will."

He gave Bucky a heartfelt hug then returned to the living room where Sam and Joaquin were waiting. Together the three of them stepped out into the yard then raised themselves into the air. Rhodes used his suit to contact Wong and a portal opened for each man, which they disappeared into, leaving Bucky, Rebecca, Tracey and Janice behind.

"You don't see that every day," said a voice and they all turned to see Kalyna entering the back yard. "I guess I missed meeting the flying men. I saw them on TV yesterday and wanted to meet them. At least I got a picture of them for my husband."

"They'll be around again sometime," smiled Bucky. "Maybe not all at the same time. I better get ready for work."

He carried Rebecca back into the house and entered his bedroom to get his work clothes on. Tracey followed him, sitting on the bed and watching as he got changed. When he was ready to go, he held his hands out to her, pulling her into his arms.

"Share our news," he said lovingly. "Today is a great day and I want everyone to know that you're going to marry me. I'm a lucky man."

"And I'm a lucky woman," she replied, looking up at him with a soft smile. "Believe that."

They kissed fiercely, then pulled themselves apart breathing heavily. When they went out to the kitchen Kalyna blocked Bucky from leaving.

"What is this news that Mrs. Rebecca says you have?" she asked.

"I asked Tracey to marry me and she said yes," replied Bucky. "Now, I really do have to go. Ladies."

He kissed Tracey and Rebecca quickly then headed out the door before Kalyna could say anything else but she did look at Tracey who showed her the engagement ring. With a smile the Ukrainian woman hugged Tracey.

"You must have the reception at the volunteer centre," she said. "Several of the others are putting forth a proposal to start a non-profit catering service, one that offers foods from different cultures and countries."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," said Rebecca. "It would certainly be different."

"I promise you we will talk," said Tracey. "Now, I'm going in to work today as I think we got everything done yesterday, didn't we Mom?"

"That we did," replied Janice. "I'm going to wash the sheets that our three flying heroes used and remake that bed downstairs."

"Kalyna, do you know if Amina is at home today?" asked Tracey. "I have some spices that I picked up for her but didn't get back in time to give them to her yesterday."

"Yes, she has today off," replied the other woman.

Tracey got dressed, packed her bag, picked up the spices and headed over to Amina's house. She was just seeing her children off to school and smiled broadly at Tracey as she came up the sidewalk with the spices.

"Miss Tracey," she said. "We saw that horrible man be arrested on TV after the three flying heroes showed up. Kafeel was ready to jump on his bicycle and go over to offer his help. Is it over? Is Mr. Bucky safe?"

"He is," replied Tracey. "Mr. Ross has been relieved of his duties and was returned to Washington to be questioned by the President. I've brought the spices and a little piece of news for you."

She held up her left hand, showing the engagement ring to Amina. A broad smile formed on the Sudanese woman's face.

"Truly?" she asked. "You and Mr. Bucky?"

Tracey smiled and nodded. "He asked me this morning and gave me his mother's engagement ring. I'm going to marry him, Amina. I don't know when, but it would give me great honour if you came to the wedding, along with some others from the newcomer centre. I think you've known all along we were meant for this."

"My first American wedding," said Amina. "I will be there to witness your marriage. What are your American customs for weddings? We have many in Sudan, most of them will not have meaning to you but it would give me great honour if you would allow me to place henna on your hands. We do it at a party with just women."

"I've seen that," said Tracey. "I think it's a very beautiful custom but there are some people that would think I'm taking something beautiful from your culture to use for my own pleasure."

"Really?" asked Amina. "My goodness. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble for that. Would you be offended if I still wore it, in celebration?"

"I would be honoured if you did," replied Tracey. "Samira, as well. It's part of her culture, isn't it?"

Amina nodded and it was decided between them that those whose culture it was part of would partake in that wedding custom.

"We do have bridal showers in America," said Tracey. "We'll have one and you and the other ladies can come to that. Kalyna already suggested that we have the reception at the newcomer centre. Since that's really how I began to know Bucky better it seems like a good idea. I still have to talk to him about it."

"Oh, you must," exclaimed Amina. "So many of us there are, what is the expression, invested in you and Mr. Bucky's happiness. Am I permitted to share your news?"

"Yes, share it with everyone," smiled Tracey. "He really is a good man."

"He is," agreed the Sudanese woman. She stepped forward and took Tracey's hands in her own, holding them for several moments. "He will be a very good husband."

With a smile Amina released Tracey's hands and wished her a good day. As Tracey drove to her office she felt lighter in her mind and body. It must have been noticeable as she entered the building because the supervisor came out of her office with a smile on her face.

"Well, you look extremely happy," she said. "I wondered if you were coming in after watching all that business on TV. Is everything going to be okay?"

"We think so," replied Tracey, "but something wonderful happened this morning." She held up her left hand, showing the engagement ring and was surrounded by the other staff. "He asked me to marry him. This is his mother's engagement ring. It's over a hundred years old."

"I told you when you got that arrangement of roses that he really loved you," said the one young nurse. "How soon do you think before you get married?"

"I don't know but it's going to be quite the party when we do." She smiled at everyone. "Thanks for all your support this past month with everything that seemed to be going wrong. It's nice to have something go right."

After a few more close looks at the engagement ring everyone went back to their desks. Tracey logged in and pulled up her schedule for the day, assembling the files on her clients. An hour later she said goodbye to everyone and drove out to begin her rounds.

At the dock Bucky received more attention and comments on the arrival of Captain America, War Machine and Falcon to the rescue. He took it all in good fun, accepting the good natured ribbing then he shared the big news that he asked his girlfriend to get married. Most of them noticed Tracey on the news broadcast two nights before and told him she was much too good for him.

"I agree she is, but she still said yes," laughed Bucky.

"Well, marry her quick then before she changes her mind," joked Rick, the supervisor. "You do have vacation time coming to you."

There was some more joking thrown around then the supervisors all got down to business with their crews and began working. The day flew by quickly for Bucky. On the walk back home he stopped off at a florist and bought a bouquet of flowers.

When he arrived at the house he was pleasantly surprised to see a work crew there, pouring concrete supports for the ramp. They even dug up the plants that were on that part of the house so that they could be transplanted elsewhere. Bucky stopped to talk to their supervisor and learned that the work order was given from a high level federal government account with a RUSH priority. They would begin the actual construction in a couple of days and hoped to have it finished by the weekend. With a wave to the crew Bucky headed inside and was greeted by three smiling women, Rebecca, Tracey, and Janice. Presenting the bouquet to Tracey he kissed her affectionately then looked at all three.

"So, has something else happened that I should be aware of?" he asked.

"Matt just phoned," said Rebecca. "He and Foggy are coming over with a settlement offer for you from the government. It was delivered to them about 20 minutes ago. You saw the ramp construction started?"

Bucky nodded. "I did. You make one call to the President and it seems like everything just falls into place."

He went to shower and change while the flowers were put into a vase. By the time he came out Matt and Foggy were already waiting for him in the living room. After shaking their hands he pulled a dining room chair over to sit across from them.

"Well, thanks to a certain person phoning the President herself, and Colonel Rhodes passing on some of the information we had about Ross and Fontaine it appears an order was given to expedite your settlement," said Matt. "It's a generous offer, has likely been topped up because of the events of the past two days and it's my recommendation you accept it. Foggy, show it to Bucky."

The blond man pulled a paper out of the folder that lay on the coffee table and handed it to Bucky. Expectantly they all watched him read it then look up at them with what can only be described as disbelief.

"That much?" he said. "There's no way I earned that much. I was lucky to get $100 per month as a sergeant and a Howling Commando."

"It's not just the back pay," said Matt. "It's an admission of failure to protect you from torture, prolonged imprisonment, and conspiracy to keep you enslaved as an asset. So, the first million is for your back pay, adjusted for inflation, and interest added. Ten million is for the physical damage done to your person. The serum changed you, and although you enjoy good health, increased strength, and a prolonged life span from it, it was still medical experimentation performed on you against your will. The final ten million are for the emotional damages, the PTSD, loss of family and friends, and an acknowledgement that you suffered greatly. The back pay has already been taxed. The damages portion is tax free. It's all yours to do with as you please."

As Rebecca began to cry, Bucky swallowed then looked at her in a bittersweet manner before looking at Matt emotionally.

"Thank you," he said, in a voice barely above a whisper. "It's very generous and I'll accept it but I want it known I would have rather come home from the war with nothing but my reputation and the clothes on my back. Even though I have Rebecca and Tracey now, I'll never get those years back. I was robbed of a normal life."

"We know that," said Matt, calmly. "So does everyone who cares about you."

Bucky sat next to Rebecca and enclosed her in his arms, listening to her sob in a combination of happiness for him finally receiving his due, and sadness that it took so long. Pulling out his handkerchief he gently dabbed the tears from her eyes before kissing her on the forehead. Then he looked at Tracey, his face alight.

"That New York minute just got a lot closer," he said. "Should we make it official before the end of the year?"

"What am I missing?" asked Matt, turning his head in confusion.

"Bucky asked me to marry him, and I accepted," smiled Tracey. "I think we should get married as soon as we can."

"Kalyna said you should have the reception at the newcomer centre as they're starting up a non-profit catering service," said Rebecca. "It seems like everything is coming together at just the right time, Bucky."

"Then let's do it," said her older brother, reaching his hand out to Tracey. "Let's get married."

"Well, congratulations," said Matt, standing up and extending his hand. "I'm very happy for you both. If you'll sign off on this offer, we'll make sure it gets to the right person in government. Apparently, your cheque should be couriered over within a couple of days."

After declining an offer to stay for dinner Matt and Foggy left, leaving Bucky and the three women in the house. Janice clapped her hands together.

"Why don't we go out for dinner, my treat?" she said. "There has to be a nice Italian restaurant nearby that we can go to."

Bucky looked at the hopeful faces of the women and nodded. "There is something a few blocks away. I should phone and make sure there's a table for four."

While they got ready he called and reserved a table for four. It wasn't until they were almost at the restaurant that he realized he didn't bring his gloves. At first he wanted to run back to the house to get them but it was Janice, of all people, who wouldn't hear of it. Grasping his metal hand in hers she placed her other hand on his cheek.

"Bucky, don't hide yourself," she said gently. "You're a good man with a big heart. This isn't the hand and arm of your jailers or a killer. It's the hand and arm of a free man, a gentle man."

"Still, it might bother some people," he answered, looking down at the ground.

"Then that's their problem, not yours," she replied. "You have nothing to be ashamed of and I'll stick up for you if anyone says anything. You're going to be my son-in-law soon. I'm proud to be your future mother-in-law."

Tracey beamed at them both as this was something new from her mother, part of her spreading her wings after so many years of being held back. Nodding his assent he took Rebecca's walker out of the trunk and set it up for his sister. Together they walked into the restaurant and he gave them the name of the reservation. The hostess glanced at his hand then smiled.

"Our pleasure, Mr. Barnes, please follow me."

Picking up four menus she led them to a very nice table and assured them their server would be there shortly. The only people who said anything about his metal hand were kids, and he didn't mind them because their questions came from curiosity, not disgust or fear. They had a very enjoyable meal and began making wedding plans. When Janice went to pay the bill, Bucky stayed her hand.

"Please, let me," he said. "I can do that now."

"But I offered," she protested.

"I know, but I want to, please," he insisted.

With a nod she handed the bill to him, and he paid, giving a sizeable tip to the server. As they got up to leave the manager came forth and told them they were welcome anytime. Several children said goodbye to Bucky, and he returned their words to them, waving as he left the restaurant last.

On the drive home Bucky received a text message from Sam. He read it several times, not quite believing what he was reading.

"What is it?" asked Tracey, from the driver's seat, looking at him through the rear view mirror.

"A text from Sam," he said. "Val de Fontaine has resigned, so has the Secretary of State, and Thaddeus Ross is facing federal charges for trying to take me. They're calling it an attempted abduction, plus charges of violation of my civil rights, violation of Rebecca's civil rights, property damage ... several more charges to cover what he did to us. Sam said it's on the news right now."

Tracey sped up a little and they arrived home in minutes. While Bucky carried Rebecca in Tracey brought her walker inside. The TV was turned on and all the channels showed special news bulletins detailing this development from Washington. They watched for some time, not quite believing the turn everything took. It looked like the President had decided to come down hard on the three people. Fontaine was filmed leaving the White House but didn't talk to reporters. The Secretary of State stated he had only tried to serve United States interests and was unaware that Mr. Barnes was being threatened by Ross and Fontaine.

"Bullshit," snapped Bucky. "He's lying. I can read it as plain as day on his face."

Ross, to his credit, admitted he had taken a hard line in trying to recruit the former Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes to his task force, but felt given his service to HYDRA that Barnes would jump at the chance to serve his country. Bucky almost hit the TV when Ross said that. Right away, he received several texts from people saying that Ross was a lying piece of excrement, although the word they used was much cruder. The doorbell rang at that moment and Bucky looked out the small cutout window in the door. He turned back to the others.

"There are a bunch of news crews out there," he said.

"I'm calling Matt," said Tracey. "Do you want me to talk to them?"

"No, I'll tell them I have no comment at this time," replied Bucky.

As he opened the door there were all sorts of shouts of his name, bright lights, and flashing lights as newspaper photographers snapped his picture. Bucky stood in the doorway for a moment, frozen. Janice grabbed the phone from Tracey and jerked her head towards Bucky. Tracey's place was by his side. She joined him at the doorway and put her hand in his. He turned to her then turned back to Rebecca, who nodded her support. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out onto the top of their front steps.

"Bucky Barnes, no doubt you've heard of the development in Washington," said the closest reporter. "What are your thoughts on this matter?"

He swallowed then looked out over everyone and decided he was going to say something. "I'm only going to say this once. My service, as Thaddeus Ross, so casually referred to my imprisonment, torture and enslavement by HYDRA, was involuntary. It was forced on me. I fought it for over 70 years. I wasn't treated as a person, or as an individual, or as anything other than an asset to be controlled and unleashed on people who disagreed with those Nazis. Ross has threatened my liberty, ownership of the house I share with my sister and fiancée, he has threatened to have senior's benefits that my sister is entitled to stopped and cancelled outright. That doesn't sound like a man who wants me to volunteer to serve my country willingly. That sounds like a man who wants to control an asset and unleash it on people he deems dangerous. In other words, he sounds just like HYDRA. I fought Thanos, was one of the decimated, and when I returned, I took up arms against Thanos again to help bring him down, on American soil. I made amends to all the families of the victims of the Winter Soldier. Along with the current Captain America, Sam Wilson, I investigated and helped prevent the Flag Smashers from killing people and imposing their narrow view of governance on the world. If the Avengers is reformed, I pledge to serve my country as one of them, working within the law, at the request of those people or governments that need our help. I will never work for an organization that may be formed to violate the sovereignty of a country, specifically Wakanda, who has done so much for the world, without advertising it, without thanks, and without expectation of repayment."

"Wait, are you saying that Ross was looking to form a black ops unit against an American ally?" asked the reporter.

"Ask him, or Val de Fontaine, or the former Secretary of State," replied Bucky. "I can't confirm or deny that because I don't have the clearance to know it for sure. But whatever group Ross was forming, you can bet it wouldn't be legal. Not when he already hired people who used to work for the Japanese mafia. That is a fact."

Several other reporters yelled out questions but Bucky returned into the house, closed the door and turned off the porch light, while Janice drew all the curtains. Tracey hugged him, feeling him shaking as he fought off the adrenaline coursing through his body. She rubbed his back, watching him intently, until he looked down at her and smiled.

"I'm better," he murmured. "Thank you for standing with me."

"You did good," she replied. "I'm proud of you."

"So am I," said Rebecca. "Matt was listening to you speak as they showed it live. He said you did good. You didn't need him to face them."

They watched the news reports for a time then Rebecca finally said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Pulling herself up onto her walker she walked by herself to the bathroom, telling Tracey she could go herself. As they waited Tracey went into their bedroom and came back out with a store bag.

"I stopped at a bookstore to find a new storybook for Rebecca and found this," she said. "It's original publication date is 1936 so I figured it might be one that Rebecca remembers from when she was a kid."

Handing the bag to Bucky he pulled the paperback book out and smiled fondly at it. "I remember this. I read it to her more than once. It's still in print, imagine that."

The bathroom door opened and Rebecca came out and looked at all of them as they looked at her. "What?" she asked, jokingly as she looked behind her. "Do I have toilet paper on my shoe?"

"No," answered Bucky. "Just a new book for you. Call me when you're ready and I'll come read it to you."

With a smile Tracey went to to help get her ready for bed and Bucky flipped through the story, remembering the times he read it to his sister. It was funny how until he saw the cover those memories weren't there but seeing the bright red cover of The Story of Ferdinand brought it all back to him. Janice watched him, at the soft look on his face as he looked at the book and came towards him. She looked at it then at him and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're going to be a good father someday," she said. "You're a protector but you're also a big softie inside. I saw how you were with the kids in the restaurant. You were so patient with them and their questions. Did you want to be a dad back in the 40s?"

"I was too much of a ladies man to think about that," he said. "I always thought I would get married eventually and have a family but I was too busy chasing skirts to stop and find the right one. Then your daughter found me." He looked down the hallway towards Rebecca's bedroom. "I'm no ladies' man anymore. Tracey is everything to me. I'll never raise a hand to her or our children, Janice. That's my promise to you."

"I know," she replied.

Tracey came out of the bedroom and beckoned to Bucky. Taking the book with him he went to the bedroom and Janice sat in the living room listening to Rebecca's cry of recognition when Bucky presented the book to her. Then she heard his voice read the story.

"Once upon a time in Spain there was a little bull and his name was Ferdinand," began Bucky.

As he read to Rebecca, tears began to stream out of Janice's eyes as she listened to this wonderful man that her daughter found, a man who had experienced terrible pain and suffering, but whose love for his sister and her daughter was absolute. His calm but expressive voice was full of love as he read his sister this book from their childhoods. She watched Tracey as she leaned against the door frame, at the love from her face and she felt glad that her daughter found someone like Bucky. All this drama that had happened recently to them wasn't enough to shake their love and she could hardly wait for their wedding so they could officially begin their life together.

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[ken-katayanagi]

I’ve read your google docs of the katayanagi twins’ fashion. Super interesting stuff and I love it as both a fashion enthusiast and fan of the siblings. Your document really emphasizes the distinction between those two even with the very little info we have on them (kyle’s style could be late 80s japanese pop while ken’s style could be more leaning towards visual kei). Also matches their personalities (ramona mentioned kyle is the hothead of the two, so I guess the pretty and proper bad boy kind of look fits him)

Something about your endnote fascinates me, however. You mentioned something about the twins’ relationship being strained but then strengthened after ramona’s betrayal. Would you implore more on the idea? I’m now invested in it very much…. thank you and have a good day

Thank you!!! I mostly based my looks off this piece of concept art by O’Malley, which makes me think the personalities the twins had in their few anime appearances were just parts that weren’t as well communicated in Vol. 5

(I think that little doddle next to the crossed out “they’re not even Japanese” emphasizes that visual kei comparison you made)

But as for the second bit, I think the twins weren’t exactly on great terms, even before Ramona. A decent part of this has to do with my own personal head cannons surrounding Kyle and how I perceived his and Ramona’s relationship with alcohol, but also with just how different the twins seem to be under the surface. They seem like they would run in almost completely opposite social circles and be invested in similarly opposite things.

And it’s honestly really tied to their teens. Basically, their parents kinda unintentionally set up a dynamic where Kyle felt like Ken got away with everything (piercings, weird clothes, going out to band shows and having a more trusting relationship with their parents) and Ken thought Kyle couldn’t get his act together (partying, showing up back home late, getting in fight with their parents). Neither was true as in reality their parents let a lot of stuff with Ken slide that wouldn’t have otherwise because “well at least he’s not drunk” and Kyle was genuinely going through some serious mental shit but not telling anyone so his actions just looked super random and mean spirited. So by the time they get to college, they haven’t really addressed this weird image they have of the other in their heads.

And it explains how Ramona was even able to two time siblings. They’re not going to the same parties, they’re not really talking at length about their lives (since they never mention enough detail to make the other suspicious), they’re probably not really bothering each other much if they share a dorm. Ramona unconsciously sees and plays this divide, knowing they’re not really together enough for her to get caught.

It also emphasizes for me a very emotional aspect for all three of them. Ramona is hot off a messy break up (Roxie), the breakup that ended her first relationship with a women and also seems to be her first attempt at having something…maybe not serious but genuine (it seemed more important than anything with Matt Todd or Lucas). Shes hardly in the headspace to be in a relationship, and maybe after some nights out, she’s terrified and not sure what to do because whoops she’s in two! And the longer it goes on the less Ramona actually wants to fix it because it’s kinda fun in a messed up way, and the twins aren’t bad company…until it all comes crashing down and she’s out the door before they even notice she’s gone. I think Ramona’s relationship with the twins is her at her actual lowest, with her being most at fault for what happened and the least justified in bolting afterwards. This low point is exactly when Gideon finds her, unsure and upset at herself, in exactly the position to manipulate her. (Sorry if this came off a little Ramona bash-y, I love Ramona but this girl makes bad choices)

As for the twins, I think the really strong emotional beat here is the idea of how avoidable it would’ve felt for them. How if they had just been able to set aside their own bullshit, if they had even bothered to connect at all, they could’ve figured it out in a few days, rather than in a few weeks or a few months. Ramona’s betrayal is catalyst for them to sit down and just…talk out a lot of their own personal crap.

But yeah that’s why. Sorry this got super massively long, but I hope you liked it and it wasn’t too ramblely lol.

[mahimahi713]

Hello, all. Here is ME bringing a crossover no one asked for. And it’s probably the worst crossover idea to date. I see a bunch of ideas and fics for DP and DC crossovers and that’s fine. But I prefer Marvel. The shows especially.

Specifically I’m talking a Sam focused DannyPhantom and Punisher crossover. So what happens is is that Danny is critically injured in a ghost battle. He’s taken into the ghost zone to heal. The GIW somehow find out. Tucker and his family are able to go into hiding with Jazz and Danny’s parents (they know in this fic) and so does Dani and Val and her dad.

But who doesn’t? Sam and her family who are on vacation. Sam didn’t want to even go on vacation. But Jack and Maddie convince her as tbis may be the last time Ida can travel like that and because Danny is safe and sound in the GZ and is being taken care of. For whatever reason (still need work it out) they can’t reach the Mansons to warn them the GIW are coming or they can’t because the GIW reach them at the same time.

So Sam along with her parents and Ida are all captured.

It gets dark because the GIW are really terrible in this crossover and they aren’t above torturing Sam.

To try and get Sam to tell them where Danny is and how to get to him they threaten her parents and Ida who also refuse to talk and are ultimately killed in front of her. They also tell Sam to not say a thing.

I don’t know how Frank (this is specifically the Punisher from the Netflix show) winds up at the HQ where Sam is, but he does. And he sees that they’re torturing a teenage girl. And he’s not letting that slide. I get it is Punisher but he doesn’t just swoop in and kill them all and save Sam. He gets caught and thrown in a cell and he and Sam get to talking (maybe, might change this).

But then things really take a turn where the guy who’s been the one torturing her the most and has made all the plans for it basically is like “as a man, I have a way of breaking a girl” and he obviously means what you think it does. Maybe that is too much. It doesn’t happen. But the guy goes in there to do it but Sam has been stewing in rage so she pretends to be unconscious and with what strength she has when he comes into her cell is tap into every self defense lesson she’s ever had and stick her thumbs into his eyes and bite down on his nose as hard as she can. She’s running on rage, anguish and adrenaline.

It’s then she’s able to get out, gets Frank out and they (mostly Frank) fight off/kill the GIW and escape.

They know that they can’t just be out in the open. Sam recognizes where they are and knows that they’re not too far from a cabin her family owns that her parents bought in recent years that the trio went to pretty frequently. It’s stocked with shelf stable food and even has ghost fighting weapons. Sam is able to patch up Frank as well as herself and she gives him stitches and obviously he’s wondering why TF she knows how to do that. She tells him she just was curious and googled it and then got stuff online to practice at home. She could tell him the truth but she’s not so sure if she should. He also sees her fire off a bazooka while they were still at the GIW HQ that the giw stole the idea from the Fentons so he’s like “wtf even are you??” And then they go to her cabin and she’s got weapons? Like custom made specialized weapons.

Daredevil would come in eventually. Idk where the series ends but I’ve got a couple more episodes of season 3.

But I might make it so Matt represents Sam. Or even Foggy. And they get her charges from the giw dropped. She just acted in self defense and the giw tortured a minor and killed her family. They abducted her and imprisoned her. So they get the GIW shut down and defunded.

Of course it’s not the end of Sam’s problems because they shitty members of her family when the news went out that Sam and her family were missing, tried to get their hands on the vast wealth they have and Sam is set to inherit. And they suck and don’t back off because Sam is back.

This is just an overview.

Just a little self indulgence because I love marvel shows and DP

And I think the dynamic between Sam and Frank could be interesting and even comical at times (on Sam’s part)

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

Maybe it's just because I'm not looking hard enough, but I am somewhat disappointed that no one in the tumblr Fraggle Rock fandom has come up with a Fraggle Actor AU yet.

Like I have yet to see a single post bringing up the idea of a Fraggle Actor AU, and i've been perusing the variations of Fraggle Rock related tags for literal days now.

So I'm making one myself.

Also this is extremely long, and kind of disjointed because I'm writing this at 9 at night, and also just trying to get as much of this AU down as possible in one go. I can refine it later.

Just a warning to anyone who actually wants to look at it.

So anyways the root of the AU is the crossover Fraggle Rock has with the Muppets and Sesame Street in A Muppet Family Christmas.

Within the actual canon of the crossover, it's more likely than not that Fraggle Rock acts as a kind of magical liminal space between dimensions, linking the various dimensions, and none of the Fraggles are actors within the canon of this crossover.

This AU tosses that hypothetical/implied canon out the window, because A Muppet Family Christmas exists outside of Fraggle Rock canon. Instead having all of the characters within A Muppet Family Christmas being actors, acting out a movie.

Some of the things that happen in Fraggle Rock are influenced by real world events within the Actor AU.

Like Red breaking her ankle and being unable to move around for filming multiple episodes, so there's multiple episodes with a subplot of "Red is injured and can't do X Thing, so what do we do to get around that". All of those episodes were filmed when she was injured, but were spaced out.

Red breaking her ankle is canon within the Actor AU, but it didn't break because of the incident that is mentioned/shown (I can't remember if we see her get injured or just hear about it) on the Show Fraggle Rock.

Then there's things that exist in the Actor AU that exist in order to facilitate the idea of Fraggle Rock is a show played by real actors.

Such as Uncle Matt and Gobo not being related in real life, but playing nephew and uncle in the show Fraggle Rock.

Uncle Matt's real nephew is who plays him as young Matt, while Gobo's real dad plays Uncle Gobo and Gobo's younger brother plays child Gobo in the flashbacks.

The core group of fraggles are, within the show of Fraggle Rock, mostly intended to be in their late teens, twenty at the oldest. The actors' ages don't exactly match up with this though.

Mokey's actress for example is 28, when Mokey the show character is supposed to be 20 (oldest of the friend group, but still just starting real adulthood). Red and Gobo's actors are both early 20s and playing 18/19 year olds.

Boober is 17 and the only actor playing his own age. While Wembley's actor is just 15 while Wembley himself is supposed to be closer to 17.

Boober and Wembley both being the only actual teenagers of the group is also why if there's a ship tease for either of their characters, it tends to be with the other's character, or a background character who's also played by another teenager like Lou.

Instead of either of them getting ship teased with Red, Gobo, or Mokey. With the older actors' characters tended to get ship teased with each other, rather than with Boober or Wembley.

Sidebottom is also played by Boober. Though is occasionally brought to life with the use of a body double (parent trap style) when the two characters have to physically interact, rather than just being fully green screened into the same scenes.

None of the fraggle actors' real personalities are identical to who they are in the show, and in some ways they can be pretty dramatically different.

Mokey in the show will often come to a wrong conclusion under the guise of being helpful, and will do something completely unhelpful as a result. Such as leaving Gobo alone in episode one where he actually could have used someone to talk to. Or her extreme forgetfulness.

While Mokey's actress is just as chill as the character she plays, she's not as full on flower child, let me protest eating Doozer buildings when I've never spoken to a Doozer before, well intentioned problem maker. The character she plays can be a bit of a ditz at times, when the real Mokey is more mentally present than that.

For Red and Gobo their arrogance and insensitivity gets pretty massively exaggerated in both of their cases. Sure they're not perfect, but they're not "constantly blaming other people for my mistakes" arrogant and insensitive they can be in the show.

Actors' history/background:

Red's career history:

Red's actress is actually pretty interested in art and stuff in real life, while Red the character finds most art pretty boring.

Red's previously only had one big role in acting before being casted as a main character on Fraggle Rock. Before then she was mainly playing bit parts and doing commercials.

Red started her acting career as an adult, and has been in the business for 4 years when Fraggle Rock starts.

Wembley's career history:

Fraggle Rock is Wembley's first big acting gig, with him only doing commercials and bit work before this.

Wembley is a child actor, and the youngest, so the rest of the main cast is very protective of him. Especially Gobo and Mokey.

Gobo's career history:

Gobo's inexplicable accent is because his actor is Canadian and he's bad at hiding his accent. His whole family is Canadian, but his dad can do various accents, which is why Uncle Gobo has a different accent.

Gobo is a neapo baby, his whole family are actors. Which is why both his dad (who plays Uncle Gobo), and his younger brother (who plays Gobo in childhood flashbacks) also both act in Fraggle Rock.

Gobo did the full child actor thing when he was a little kid (because family buisiness), but stopped when he was around 12 to focus on his music. Only to then return to acting as an adult.

Fraggle Rock is Gobo's first big roll since returning to acting as an adult. Gobo was actually thinking about quitting acting again to focus full time on his music when learning he landed the lead role in Fraggle Rock.

Gobo ends up growing protective of Wembley over the course of filming season 1 of Fraggle Rock. He's just a couple years older than Gobo's own younger brother, and their characters have a very sibling like relationship.

Though Gobo isn't as vigilante about watching over Wembley and being suspicious of people's intentions involving Wembley as Mokey is.

Gobo grew up in the industry, but he also comes from a wealthy family of Hollywood actors who had the money and ability to shield him almost completely from the dark side of Hollywood.

Boober's career history:

Boober's been acting professionally since he was a kid, originally in theater. Starting out when he was about 4 in small local productions in his hometown, but by age 10 he'd manage to land his first role on Broadway.

Boober got scouted for his first tv roll by a producer who saw one of his shows, when he was 13. He spent the next two years doing bit parts for tvs and movies, but still primarily a theater actor, before making the full transition away from stage acting at age 15.

Boober's various past roles are kind of all over the place. The guy has range. Before landing the role on Fraggle Rock where he's the group's anxious stick in the mud he played a pretty wide variety of characters, both on stage and on film.

He's played charming pranksters, and bullies, and shy nerds, and everything in between. Heck one of his previous roles was a female character, and he had to cross dress for it.

Mokey's career history:

Mokey has the longest career in acting of the main five, both because of her age, and because she started off as a baby actress.

Yep, Mokey was tragically an instance of child actor acting as the breadwinner situation. So even though she's only 28, she's been acting for 27 years.

She's been in movies, and tv shows, and commercials. She's had a million bit roles, and lead a number of tv shows and movies.

For her acting in Fraggle Rock was just supposed to be a fun silly project. Her character wasn't supposed to be a main character, but she found in table reads that she enjoyed being Mokey Fraggle so much and being part of Fraggle Rock that her role was expanded into a main character.

Mokey is really protective of Wembley and Boober due to her past as a child actor of parents who weren't at all part of the business. She knows how dangerous of a world acting is for a child, even on wholesome children's shows like Fraggle Rock.

Mokey keeps a close eye on who interacts with her underage cast mates, and more importantly if and when anyone acts strangely around her young cast mates. Or if anyone makes them uncomfortable.

Mokey is not afraid to call parents, report people for misconduct, or go to law enforcement with her concerns if she thinks things aren't being handled.

And she's a big enough star to be able to get away with stuff like that.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Crazy Quartet Playing Crazy Chicks Song(2023)

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Credit for Crazy Chicks goes to Ken Ashcorp

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

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Credit for FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon

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Credit for Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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Blitzwing becoming friends with those three....uh, technically four (because Moondrop counts as the fourth.) seems like a interesting idea.

and yeah I know I didn’t draw The Decepticon Insignia, I know I was going to, but I’m gonna be lazy and just leave it as is....

and yes, I like the song “Crazy Chicks”, it’s a good song....well I think it is, but it’s okay that not everyone likes it.

Spinel is holding a boombox that is playing the Crazy Chicks song.

Sundrop is on Blitzwing’s shoulders, Robo-Fizz is on Sundrop’s shoulders,

and Spinel is on Robo-Fizz’s shoulder.

like picture Blitzwing running all over the place with them like that, all while Spinel is holding the boombox playing that song.

Moondrop is still part of "The Crazy Quartet" since both he and Sundrop share the same body.

I am working a type of Crossover that has to do with Spinel being a Crossover with TFA and some other series as well...

but it would also be interesting, if Spinel is found by Blitzwing and Lugnut, like she could still look a mess when they find her, and before she poofs and reforms on how she looks when she meets Steven, Amethyst, Garnet and Pearl.

even if Spinel is suppose to “stay perfectly still”, she ends up taking a “break”

and goes with the two, but takes that gem communicator in case Pink calls from Earth to tell her that the game is almost finished and she will be coming back to get her.....which if it’s been a thousand years, of course it wasn’t a game...

plus while on Earth, in Detroit...

Spinel could of been with both Lugnut and Blitzwing, or possibly both them, Megatron, Mixmaster, Scrapper and the Imprisoned Professor Isaac Sumdac,

when the transmission from Homeworld starts to play for all the Gem Colonies that have those Gem Communicator things....

so it wouldn’t just be Spinel watching and listening to what Steven was saying, it would also be The Decepticons and Isaac.

and possibly the Autobots if they just got there....

after listening to it, we all know what happens to Spinel like it had implied in the movie, in her heartbreak and extreme emotion after finding out she was tricked by Pink, who lied and abandoned her....

causes Spinel to poof...

and I guess if she formed a very close bond to Blitzwing, like they could be Binary-Bonded (which is a canon Transformers thing....)

then I guess after she goes poof and there is nothing left but just her heart shaped gem, I guess Blitzwing would run over to her and gently pick her gem up and hold it  gently in his hands.

what Pink did to Spinel, wasn’t okay....even if she did become a better person over time, that still didn’t give her the right or excuse to lie to Spinel like that, and if you think about it, Spinel was like a little kid at the time when it happen, and even if she isn’t a little kid anymore, Pink still technically tricked a Gem-Child into playing a game that wasn’t really a game.

even Greg has no excuse on how he raised Steven, even though he was mostly raised by Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl, at least they had a better excuse than Greg, because those three wouldn’t know most of the needs of human children.....plus if some info about how Greg raised Steven is true, then he would of got in REALLY big trouble if a responsible adult found out much sooner.

even if Greg’s parents weren’t the best, but maybe there are reasons why they made him do half the stuff he didn’t like, and maybe if those three had sit down and talked about it, maybe they could of reached a compromise.

I still think it’s possible that Greg’s Mom or Dad or both of them, had suffered from sensitive hearing, where they couldn’t take very loud sounds, and that could be one of the reasons why they didn’t allow Greg to have any music, because of his habit of turning it up way too loud and it ending up causing his Mom or Dad some discomfort and pain.

the other theory I have is that back in Greg’s youth, it was really dangerous at night to be out alone, and that is why his parents wanted a curfew for him, and the reason why they made him take up wrestling for self-defense.

but because those two didn’t tell him, he ended up becoming well, a not so great father later in his life....

sure Greg has some good points about him, but it doesn’t excuse him for the other stuff that Steven had pointed out, that he is just like Steven’s Mom...

and even before we find out the truth in Steven Universe Future, we know that Greg did do some selfish actions when he was pretending to still be hurt...

yeah, it’s good he wanted to spend time with Steven, but he was also responsible for Steven’s self-doubt about his powers not working, which his own self-doubt might of caused him not to active his healing powers.

even if not all fans like Steven Universe Future, but the fact is that Steven’s emotional traumas had started away before Steven Universe Future, and it was going to end up reaching a breaking point that would be in that future series.

even the flash backs of past episodes, when Steven was being treated by Connie’s Mom, even proves this.

even if it can be good for Steven to learn about his Gem Powers and how to defend himself if should the need every happens...

but he was still a human kid, and if it were possible, I would of slap Greg over the head for how he spoke to Steven when Steven was driving...

yes Steven is part Gem, but he is also Human, and it wasn’t right for Greg to just refer to him as “Your a Gem” and that he’s “Not Like Other Kids”

I get that is how it was wrote, but still, if he had said “Your Half-Gem” that would of been not as bad...

even the moment between Greg and Connie, where they went all “Human Beings...” (didn’t they fist bump....?) and not considering how Steven might feel about it and maybe he might be feeling left out, he is still a human as well, even if he is a half-human & half-gem....

and if Sans is Steven Quartz Universe’s future self, it would be his Human side, and he could still have the light type soul of a gem that is a part of his now Monster-Soul, and his body could still have some form of minerals...?

that make up a Gem, so Sans would still technically be a Gem Hybrid.

Steven becoming Sans, could happen in different ways, either by reincarnation or a type of being brought back to life after both him and his gem were forcefully separated and Pink-Steven didn’t reform on time to re-fuse with his Human Half.....

both sides of Steven would share the same memories, since they are like the same but also kind of like siblings, which makes their fusion platonic that was born from the romantic love between Greg and Rose.

and we know what happens to the human half when their gem is forced from their body, and one of my theories are this...

that if the human-half isn’t rejoined with their gem-half, they will eventually die...

so if the Human Half of Steven didn’t re-fuse with the Gem Half of Steven, the human half would of ended up dying...

and if Gaster is Sans and Papyrus’s Dad...

Gaster could of brought Steven’s skeleton back to life, with his magic from his soul, which would end up causing Steven to become Gaster’s son.

Steven’s Soul could of already been a hybrid, and was a split half of his gem twin that is Pink-Steven, but instead of moving on to the afterlife right away...

Steven’s Soul was still in his lifeless body and not yet moved on yet when Gaster found him, and Gaster was able to infuse his soul’s magic into Steven’s Soul, that was still looked like a Human Soul, that takes the shape of a heart.

the change to Steven’s body, could end up having his age flux like how it did in one of the episodes in Steven Universe, but instead of going forward, he ages back to a baby, like he did on one of the other episodes...

Steven could of also have his full name in his jacket, which Gaster could of read when he uses the jacket to put around the now Baby Steven/Sans, to keep him warm....and after reading the name and finding the hidden “Sans” in there, Gaster decides to rename his new little son, Sans...

Steven or now “Sans” might end up not remembering his life as a half-human & half-gem, until he becomes the age where he and his gem half were forced apart....

if the reason why Pink-Steven took so long to reform from Steven’s Gem, might be that he was trying to look more like his Human Half, and even using some of the human DNA that they share to add to his reformed body, it could of taken much longer to recreate a type of “clone body” that was made up of both organic matter and physical manifestation of light.

but it would be because the Gem Half of Steven took too long, that would result in the Half Half of Steven losing his life.

if both halves are separated too long, it will result in the human half slowly dying.

and if Connie wasn’t there for Steven after White pulled his Gem out like she did, and if Pink-Steven didn’t go to him.....then the Human Half of Steven would of died maybe a few moments later if they didn’t re-fuse.

White, Yellow and Blue did feel bad for being the cause of Pink’s actions, and they are becoming better, and become like Mother Figures for Spinel.

both Steven and Spinel, were technically hurt by Pink in different ways, and Pink has no excuse for it, and even if it would just be Fanon, I still like the idea of Rose not being the same Pink Diamond, but another Pink Diamond that the other who actually left Spinel, had created to act as her double while she is away possibly colonizing other planets with another Pearl, and leaving her Pearl with Pink/Rose.

like in the flash backs where Pearl is telling Sapphire on why Rose started to rebel in the first place, it could turn out the Pink/Rose in the story is actually a new Pink Diamond that was made by the Original who did abandoned Spinel in the garden...

like the new Pink who would later be called Rose, had a fragment of the Original Pink’s light, that was placed into a new pink diamond gem.

and it was Pink/Rose that created the Rose Quartz Gems, NOT the Original Pink Diamond....this would also mean that Original Pink is Steven’s Grandmother....even if the idea would be Fanon...

even before traveling off Earth and to other Gem Worlds, Rose could of went back for Spinel at any time, but didn’t....

and in a Crossover Fanon Timeline, if there were two Pink Diamonds, the reason why Rose didn’t go get Spinel, was because she had no memories of her and didn’t know that the Original Pink Diamond had abandon her in a garden in space.

even when Rose was still being Pink Diamond II, she could of still went back to Homeworld to hang out with the other three, all while Pink Diamond I was secretly taking over other planets and making more gems in a far off space or universe, away from White, Blue and Yellow’s colonies, including Rose/Pink II’s Earth Colony.

Pink I could of gave Earth to Rose/Pink II to rule over, while she runs off to take over other planets and showing she is just as good at making colonies as White, Yellow and Blue.

we know that we loved the caring and kind Rose, and finding out she had did some ethereal heartless actions to gems that loved her, makes one wish that it wasn’t the same Pink Diamond, and it turning out there was two Pink Diamonds, and the one that is Pink II, was made by Pink I and left in charge of the Gem Colonization of Earth.

Pink I might of knew what was going to happen to the Earth, if the colonization was fully completed, but chose not to tell Rose/Pink II.

Pink II under the disguise of a Rose Quartz (but later after poofing, made that her new form when she had reformed and no longer looked like Pink I.)

had to find out on her own....

all the warps that let Gems leave the planet, could of been purposely broken, so not just Homeworld Gems couldn’t come to the planet, but also to keep Pink Diamond I from coming back....which Rose had secretly had made sure of.

if Pearl knew that Rose was just a second Pink Diamond that was created by Pink Diamond I, that could of been one of the promises Pearl made to never to speak of and not just the fake shattering.

Blitzwing and Spinel forming a type of bond with each other, just seem like a cute and interesting idea.

maybe Blitzwing could act like a big brother to her.

it be interesting if Robo-Fizz sang "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Frankie Valli. to Spinel.

Robo-Fizz might change the words a little, maybe saying “I Thank Goddess I’m alive.” I mean, even Imps could respect The Earthly Mother....right?

balance between The Masculine & Feminine energies are important, and we should be lucky that the Toxic-Feminine energy isn’t as bad as the Toxic-Masculine energy....and we all know how it can be when Toxic-Masculine ends up influencing someone or more people....some times it wont be pretty.      

like I had pointed out before (and this would include the Fallen Angels...)

“if they are gonna act like children, then they will be treated as such.”

I’m talking about the Masculine ones....and if I was allowed to, I would grab both Jesus and Antichrist by their ears if they should ever cross lines they shouldn’t....

and I would do the same to both Cain and Abel, even flick both Cain & Abel on their foreheads.

and we all know that those Watcher Grandpas and Grunkles who fathered The Nephilim, had possibly gave into their temptations because of the Toxic-Masculine energy, and yeah it did end up giving birth to the Nephilim...

but in a way, there were good things that came out of it, like some people today who are Earth Angels are descendants of some Nephilim....

even though I’m not sure if all Earth Angels are descendants of Nephilim, I guess it is possible that some percent are.

this also might be a crazy theory, but I can’t help but think that Acephobia is connected to The Toxic-Masculine energy....it would make sense, given the stupidity of Acephobia and how it is.....                                                                 like the song from Jem and The Holograms goes “You Will Never Win My Love” and “Your Going About It All Wrong.”

I think this is the only drawing I’m going to post up for tonight, I do have another one that I’m still working on, that has to do with FNAF...

also even if I would find some form of wanting to be in a relationship with someone in a romantic way, they would need to understand when I need time to be alone and have me time, to just relax, by just reading, drawing, listening to music and even playing video games.

and how I don’t like being touched at times, and I sure as heck don’t want to fall for the wrong type of guys like I did in the past....

which my falling for the wrong type of guys, might have to do with a mix of loneliness and being influence by certain energies being absorbed into my body, which lucky didn’t cause me seizures, but I guess the energies would have to be SUPER strong in order to cause seizures...

like being a large room with a lot of people, and you kind of leave your guard down, and the energy from all those people will end up flying around the room and then end up absorbed into your body, which would then make you go through a overload where the extra energies end up causing you go through a seizure.....of course because some Doctors aren’t open minded that not all seizures are gonna be the same, they will end misdiagnosing.

even though I haven’t had seizures since moving to the town I live at now, but that might be partly because the other places I had lived at before, were full of dangerous energies in most spots in it, from both a place and people who unknowingly cause the seizures from their energies.

and I’m glad that I figured out that my seizures were energy based, and not like what would be the normal type that isn’t energy based...

babies even when they aren’t born yet, are really sensitive to the supernatural, so they can sense if the said supernatural force is dangerous.

and it could be possible for babies to get seizures from a negative supernatural energy, even if most babies seizures have nothing to do with it, but in most cases it could be that....my first seizure was when I was a baby, if I remember right, I think I was told I was a year old when it happen...?

or maybe almost close to a year old...I will have to ask about it again sometime.

but the point is, that a baby who is sensitive to energies of both people and a place, can get seizures from supernatural energies.

once again, while not all seizures that some babies end up having, will be linked to energies of both people and a place, it might be possible that only some percent are.

anyway, even if Charlie’s Dad Lucifer is in charge and let’s the other kings of the other rings rule their own rings....they could be counterparts of some of their Masculine Fallen Angel Counterparts, who were part of the imbalance problem.....you can’t leave them alone for 5 minutes without them causing a Toxic-Rebellion, although they wouldn’t be the only problem....

and yeah in my weird point of view, I believe both sides are at fault, and if they stop and think for a minute, they would figure out they only acted that way, because they were infected by Toxic-Masculine energies.

and it’s been that way, since those humans from those Ancient Times during the age of the Indo-European Warriors had wrongfully dethroned the Goddess.

not sure there would be a Goddess in Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, but I think in a Fanon Timeline version, they might be and she would be very supportive of Charlie and be very proud of her.

also don’t get me wrong, I can still believe in Jesus, but if he crosses lines he shouldn’t that end up hurting lives, then I will have  to put my foot down and call him out on it, and still have thoughts of wanting to take him and even the Antichrist by the ears, that is if I was allowed to....

and yeah I get he is the Messiah, but he is also technically Family, since we both are descendants of King David, and like I said many times before, me being a descendant of King Solomon is more of a blessing than a curse, cause still not taking that throne.

I’m still gonna hope Jesus is only a distant cousin, and the french royal family I’m related to, aren’t his and Mary Magdalene’s descendants....

I know that I had found out that Charlemagne is my Ancestor, but I kind of forgot what number of Great-Grandpas that he is.....and I’m still confused about what I had read before that had talked about Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s descendants, like was it saying that Charlemagne is one of the descendants or not....plus even if that were true, you can’t just say your a descendant of those two, because there will need to be some form of evidence to back it up.

so I’m just okay with knowing that Jesus is a distant cousin who shares the same Ancestor like King David....and hopefully is only a distant cousin.

even if King David wasn’t the best dad, and should of punished his sicko of a son for what happen to Tamar....and let’s not forget that Noah wasn’t the best granddad either, who instead of giving a proper and fair punishment to his son, but instead of made his own grandson the scapegoat.

and like the song goes “it’s too late to apologize” Grandpas David & Noah...

you know that song by onerepublic.

I’m listening to “She’s a Rebel” by Green Day right now, I think after I finish listening to that song, I will listen to “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry.

anyway, hope some like this crossover drawing, and I hope some like the idea of those four being friends and doing crazy stuff together, like driving others crazy by having Spinel hold a boombox playing “Crazy Chicks” all while Blitzwing is running, sounds like a crazy, weird and interesting idea.

I’m weird, so of course I’m gonna have weird ideas....and this is gonna be one of them....I have no regrets. XD                                                                   

[benpaulshusband]

coral munson -- the walking dead

@strawberryabby RAHHHHH ok after like an hour ish its complete for now, season one is mostly where they linger but yk <3

pre apocalypse

met ben by tutoring him! the two started to get along and became quick friends. once coral realized she was starting to catch feelings for be, she began to pull away from him, having had bad experiences with relationships in the past and not wanting to lose ben's friendship.

in response to this, ben ended up confessing his feelings to her after an argument between them, and the two began dating. they were already together for just over a year when the outbreak started.

ben has always been the majorly touchy and affectionate partner, where coral has been more closed off and reserved, but she still enjoys being affectionate with him in private. occasionally, she would hold his hand at school or kiss his cheek in the hallway, and it always flustered ben.

he's very much a big gesture kind of person, and he loves to spoil her in any way that he can

season one

coral & eddie journey from stone mountain with their uncle wayne to find ben, as coral was terrified that she wasn't going to be able to find ben in time. as a result of this, they wound up in an accident, where eddie had to unfortunately kill their uncle.

they find ben, as well as mr. parker, travis, and a couple other kids. they manage to stick together for a while, but coral is taken by raiders and is presumed to have been murdered.

when the raid on the motel occurs, coral manages to get free from the binds they've got her in, and she's able to get to the motel as walkers are starting to take over.

lilly is angry with her, so is kenny, as ben and eddie hadn't told them anything about her. ben is, of course, relieved to see her. he convinces the others to help her injured shoulder (which had reopened when she was shooting at walkers). katjaa helps, although she is somewhat shaky from being bit.

in the RV scene, coral barely is able to stop lilly from shooting carley. they still abandon the woman on the ide of the road and leave her to die.

on the train, kenny blames ben for bringing the raiders to them. coral lies, making up a story about how she had seen the motel and though she had not known who was there, she tried to get the raiders to go there. she claims she thought that there were only a few raiders, and so, the big group would scare them off. she was wrong. kenny grows angry with coral, leaving lee to break up the fight.

ben is shocked most of all by this story, but he goes along with it, because coral always has a plan. she wouldn't let some senseless idea get them all killed. she also plants the idea that lilly was the one who traded out the supplies. there's no proof of lilly actually doing it, but that is the story that gets passed around.

carley knows the truth. she knows it was ben trading out supplies, but she isn't a snitch. she's okay leaving the blame on lilly, as it provides closure to the rest of the group.

most of season one follows similarly to canon, though lee doesn't get bitten when they go to search for clementine. additionally, ben lives from his horrendous fall, though he suffers a scar through his chest.

they find eddie's girlfriend, nova! they also find be's sister, rachel, and matt, nova's little brother.

kenny still disappears after trying to save ben, and duck goes missing from the mansion trying to find his father.

between season one and two

carley, lee, christa, omid, ben, coral, eddie, nova, matt, rachel, and clementine find a farm to take over. between the 8 adults, they manage to raise some crops and hunt for food. the farm is pretty safe for the family. they survive their first winter together there.

ben and coral have a cute ass spring wedding btw. lee officiates and walks coral down the aisle and clementine is a flower girl. not long after, they decide that they're going to start a family. (it's the apocalypse, it's not like they have stages of marriage to go through first.)

coral ends up pregnant with child and having him in the fall. his name is wolfgang wayne paul-munson. (everyone calls him wolf or pup as a nickname)

the winter is rough, but they barely survive. there is a hoard that pushes them out of their home, however, and they are forced to move on.

season two

after being forced to move on, coral and the others wind up separated from clementine. they are frantic to find the girl and stumble upon the house in the woods. with promises that they can help the already large group survive, it's with reluctance that they are allowed to stay. primarily, it's pete that fights for them. (they have Children, how could they not let them stay, after all?)

season two ends up pretty close to canon, alvin does still die.

i do also think coral or lee needs to take a good swing at carver bcuz he's a douchebag. i wouldn't be surprised if one of them ended up killing him to be quite honest with you.

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U know that scene in season 3 when Matt goes out for the first time since the explosion? He confronts those guys in the street not being recovered and he basically asks them to kill him? Cause u know Catholic guilt and suicide and stuff..

Well I just had the image of Jane finding out Matt did this and was in this head space and PASTA THERE ARE TEARS

I am sadly quite familiar with that heartbreaking scene unfortunately. It's the absolute lowest point he reaches, after being broken physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Gonna put the rest *waves* below a cut since it's dealing with a really heavy thing, but I'm down to talk about it a bit and about what Jane's reaction might be (since I'm planning to delve into S3 in TRT so I don't want to give things away).

So this point is basically the absolute, lowest of low points that Matt ever reaches in the show. He's been broken physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Everything he's worked for has seemingly failed - he couldn't save the law firm, he split with Foggy, he lost his relationship with Karen, he couldn't save Elektra. He's lost his friends, his abilities, and essentially his body. The people he cares about all seem better off now that he's 'gone' and dead, and he even asked Danny to look after the city for him. He is in unfathomable pain. All the work he's put into Hell's Kitchen, and crime has never stopped. And now the one thing he had left, the one thing he could do to help - fight for something - is gone. He's left with what seems like nothing and so... yeah. He sees no reason to keep living. He has no purpose, and he'd rather die there on the street as the Devil then go on living.

I think the fact that he's dangerously Catholic only illustrates where he's at, since this is considered a huge no-no.

And now enter Jane, who loves him fully, and who he loves desperately in return.

Enter Jane, who has previously considered turning a gun on herself (Flashback section of chapter 104) if she was about to be captured again by the Man in the White Coat. She is... dangerously familiar with feeling like you have no way out.

Let's set aside what's actually going to happen in TRT, since I can't tell you how it's going to go down. Let's just take this exactly as it happens in canon - Matt convinces himself that, like with everyone else, she's better off without him; that even if she loved both Matt and Devil, he's now neither - he can't fight, he can't be a lawyer, so he can't be either of the things she loved and needed. And so he still hands that pipe over and offers himself up to be killed. And she finds out.

Matt is the only person she's ever met who doesn't give up. He fights, over and over and over, even when things are hopeless. It's why she stayed and fought - because he convinced her that even when things seem hopeless, you fight. It's not how you hit the mat, it's how you get up. It doesn't make her angry that he, in that moment, gave up. Because she knows Matt. And she knows that the only reason he would ever, ever give up is because he's in the darkest place he's ever been, somewhere so very far away, cold and alone in shadows that are so much louder than the voices of those that love him.

Add to that idea that she's almost lost him - again - and...

This would break her. It would tear her right down the middle, grief and agony so strong her knees would hit the ground, so strong she'd retch. Matt is her person, a star by which she guides her ship. She wants to grow old with him, or as old as the Devil can get. She had plans for this life with him. To know he's in this much pain is something she feels in the very heart of her.

And she would wonder if... she failed, somewhere. If she failed to let him know he was loved. If she failed to let him know she would always love him, even if he wasn't Matt, even if he wasn't Daredevil, even if he was no one at all, because she's been no one, been a Jane Doe for years, and he loved her regardless.

Did she touch him gently enough? Was she there for him often enough? Did she miss the right moment to whisper in his ear as she held him that the shadows were wrong, that he made the world better, that he was a good man, that she was proud of him, and that it was ok if he wanted to let this hurt out because she'd be there to hold him through it?

And yet she'd also be struck by one urge most of all, one she gave into over and over even before they started a relationship:

Help him.

There's no way she wouldn't find her way to that church basement. Maybe Maggie calls her; maybe she gets there herself. But either way, she winds up in that basement. She would find him there where he's curled up in that corner, lost and hurting and convinced he's nothing. And there's no way she wouldn't crawl to him, take him into her arms as he breaks, as his voice cracks on a, 'it hurts, sweetheart, it hurts so much.' No way she wouldn't bury her face in his hair, crying just like him, and whisper back, 'I know, Matt. I know it does, D. It'll be ok. I love you so, so much, Matt. It'll be ok.'

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Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Chapter 11

Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Master List

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.

Alternatively: The one where Harry is in love and you go to a karaoke bar.

A/N: Chapter 11 let's fuckin goooooo! Let me know what you guys think! 

Inspo for Christian’s song in this chapter is “Looking Out for You” by Joy Again.

Chapter 11

August 2019

Summer was in full swing, beating her fists down onto you without remorse. Summer was her hottest, bitchiest self this year, making LA feel even stuffier than it usually did. She had snuck up on you, turning Spring away before you even had the chance to notice. Most of the summer so far had been taken up with movie nights, visits from Layla, and debating with Bethany. The album had been pushed back to the fall or winter, you having won that battle in the end. You insisted that nothing you made right now would be worth putting out, and that it was more beneficial for everyone that you took some time away. Bethany strongly disagreed, telling you it was a mistake to stop now when you had so much momentum. You weren’t willing to compromise, though, for once in your life. All of the drama from the past few months aside, you had more than enough reason to want some time off after over a year of working nonstop. Things had happened so quickly for you, Bethany finally admitted, it was reasonable for you to be struggling to keep up. You were overworked and had never had even a moment to just sit back and enjoy how far you’d come.

Even though it had been almost 4 months since it had happened, you could still remember that morning after Harry had kissed you like it was yesterday. Your shirt smelled like him the next day, your bodies having spent the night pressed chest to chest on the living room floor. Once he left, you did as Logan commanded and had a long chat with Bethany about Christian and the statement and what you thought was the best move. It didn’t take long for that conversation to snowball, turning into all of the things that you hated about LA and fame and your record label. And Harry.

“I have to leave LA.” You told her. She hummed thoughtfully.

“Well, I can talk to the label and tell them to move your schedule around. We have that interview tomorrow at 10, but I’m sure we can postpone.”

You tried to interrupt, to tell her that she misunderstood you, but she was talking a mile a minute as always and you struggled to get a word in edgewise.

“We can free up the weekend, for sure. Or at least Saturday.” She continued. “Oh, you know what you should do? You should take a day and visit those friends of yours… you know… Lexi and Matt! You can take Logan with you.”

She was so excited by her genius idea that you didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d gotten their names wrong. You almost agreed and told her that that sounded great, and to purchase a pair of tickets back to St. Louis for that afternoon. You stopped yourself, though, standing your ground for the first time  since before you’d put out your first single.

“No, I mean I have to leave. Like, for good.” You corrected. Bethany spat out a laugh, her voice crackling in the receiver. When you didn’t join in, she stopped suddenly. “Or at least for a little while.”

“Are you out of your mind?” She asked. A little bit harsh, definitely, but it was understandable.

An hour later, once all of your various reasons and explanations had been offered up, Bethany finally broke. She promised she would talk to the label for you and see how far they could push everything back.

“I’m doing this because I love you, okay? But if I lose my job over this then I’m expecting you to put food on the table for my kids.”

Bethany didn’t have kids, but she insisted when you pointed that out that being a cat mom was “basically the same thing.” You got off the phone feeling strangely relieved. You were still mostly confused, angry, and broken, but the relief felt nice at least for a minute or two. You started packing your bags. You never did call Harry back that evening like you had promised.

And so you had taken a break. It turned out to be worthwhile, too, things being good when summer showed up, better than they had been in a long time. You felt almost like yourself again, only a shinier, more polished version. You started caring about the music again. And, most importantly of all, you started remembering why you had started all of this in the first place. It took you getting better to realize just how bad you had been. It wasn’t Harry’s fault, or yours, or Bethany’s. It wasn’t even really Christian’s fault, though he had been the one to finally push you off the deep end. It’s just the way things were. But you had come so far, and you were ready to get back to work and do it bigger and better than you ever had before. June kicked off a series of mind numbing meetings about timelines and “long term plans”, and by the time August rolled around you were all set. You were finally ready to start writing again as the nights grew shorter and the days unbearably warm.

The question now wasn’t whether or not you were ready to face LA. It was whether or not you were ready to face him.

Harry was in love. Not with you, obviously, but in love nonetheless. According to Logan, it was almost boring at this point how often Harry and the girl were spotted in public, leaving each others houses or attending a party or having dinner. Logan admitted regretfully that he really did seem happy, and you were trying your best to be happy for him, too, the way he’d asked. It was working so far, mostly, being happy for him. At least from a distance.

It had been a few months, and him and the girl were getting pretty serious by the sound of it. So serious, in fact, that the back of her head had even made an appearance in the corner of one of Harry’s few instagram photos. You had never been on his instagram, your subconscious reminded you, but it wasn’t a big deal.

You had stayed off of social media and had only spoken to Harry on rare occasion since you had left. As hard as it was to let go, you knew you would never get better unless you gave yourself some space from him. Your thoughts weren’t clear when he was around. There came to be a bittersweet understanding between the two of you. You weren’t in the right headspace to be in any sort of relationship and he had the opportunity to explore a potential spark with someone new. And that was okay.

The two of you had talked about it a few days after you’d arrived at your parents house. You were sitting at the dinner table when your phone rang.

“I have to go, Harry Styles is calling me,” you joked to your mom, who waved you hurriedly to answer. She had no idea what had gone in between you, and you tried to keep it that way. You made the same jokes you always did, for her sake, even though it tore you a part little by little every time you did. Your mom had driven you and Logan to every One Direction show you’d been too and no matter how many times you mentioned him she always got a kick out of you being his friend. She teased you about when you’d bring him home to meet her, saying you must be afraid he’d fall in love with her and she’d be forced to leave your father or else you would have introduced them already. “He was always my favorite,” she reminded you at every mention of his name. You couldn’t deny they way it stung when she said that, but you managed a smile every time. You rose from your seat, quickly making your way up the stairs to your old room. You were nearly out of earshot when you heard your dad’s voice in the background.

“Harry Styles… Is he the Irish one?”

You and Harry talked for a long time that night, your dinner growing cold on the kitchen table. It was easier to tell him everything, from the beginning, without having to see his face. Harry asked you over and over to come back, to stay at his place while you figured everything out. He wouldn’t try anything, he swore incessantly, he just needed to see you. It took every fiber of your being to tell him that you couldn’t. Eventually, the conversation came to a close. You weren’t sure if you really were doing what was best for you or if you were self-sabotaging your chances of having everything you ever wanted. The sting was still fresh, the kiss still lingering on your lips. Everything was just too messy right now to make sense of anything. You exchanged goodbyes, deciding to throw in your usual “I love you” at the end. It was still true, no matter what had happened. He said it back, once and then twice and then three times. Once more he begged you to come back “home”. You promised you would be back soon.

“Hey, before you go, can I ask a massive favor?” You said at the last minute. You laughed nervously.

“Of course,” he had said, “anything.”

“Could you, uh, FaceTime my mom? She really loves you and she won’t get off my back about the whole “when do I get to meet Harry Styles” thing, so…”

Harry let out a laugh. It was like a lightning strike through your body, like it had been years since you’d heard that wonderful sound. All there had been lately was yelling and crying and strained conversations. The sound of it made you consider flying back to LA, for just a split second.

“I would love to,” he said. You knew he meant it.

“Mom I have a surprise for you!” You yelled as you returned downstairs. Your mom looked up at you over the rim of her reading glasses. You turned your phone screen towards her to reveal Harry in all of his curly haired, green eyed glory. She gasped, taking the phone from your hand. You had purposely avoided looking at the screen once he had popped up, only catching a quick glance. Harry was in bed, hair messy and eyes swollen and tired.

Your mom scolded you for not warning her, using your middle name and everything, before apologizing to Harry that she was in her ‘jammies’. You listened from the kitchen as they spoke, picking at your uneaten dinner. Harry was charming, funny, and kind. You hated how it made your heart swell. You imagined a world where you actually did bring him home to meet your parents. He could spend the holidays with you, your mom neatly placing the perfectly wrapped presents under the tree, the tags on top labeled “Harry”. You imagined a world where he was yours, all yours, and you were his.

Your mother told him all about the first One Direction concert she’d taken you to, the one where you were sat all the way up in the nosebleeds, and how you’d cried all the way home after it was over. She told him about the posters you had on the wall, and how you and Logan used to argue about who would get which ones to hang in their room. “Logan was more of a Zayn girl back then, but I’ve been a Harry girl from the start,” she told him. Harry was cracking up, insisting that he would make sure she was front row next time he was in town. She told him she’d hold him to it. Your dad jokingly told Harry to ease up on the sweet talk, leaning into the frame only to be quickly pushed away by your mom.

“He’s just a friend, Harry, I swear!” Your mom yelled through her laughter. Your dad shook his head with a smile. You smiled too as you turned the corner into the room to watch them. You stood there, out of sight, admiring how after so long your mom and dad were still so in love. You hoped silently that you would have what they had someday.

You decided to cut your mom off before she said anything else. You took the phone, rushing back upstairs as your mom yelled at Harry to come see her soon. He promised that he would. Once the door was shut behind you, you looked back at the screen, unsure what to say.

“Sorry about that.” You decided, not being able to help the embarrassed giggle that followed your words.

“S’no problem.” He said. “Logan was a Zayn girl, huh?”

You both laughed softly, making your forget for an instant what had gone on between you. Harry yawned, and you told him you’d let him get some sleep.

Your conversations following that were few and far between. You missed him, desperately, but managed to keep your resolve when it came to giving yourself space. You talked here and there about how his recording was going or how much fun you were having with Layla, Max, and Logan. (Logan had joined you back home, staying with her parents just a few minutes down the road). Weeks went by this way, comfortable and peaceful. Things were starting to seem okay between the two of you, no matter how much the sound of his voice still made you chest ache, just the tiniest bit.

///

In the midst of all of this, Christian’s album had come out. It did well, really well actually, much to Bethany’s dismay. Bethany had quickly joined you and Logan’s crusade against Christian following your meeting with the label just before you left town.

“He better not show his face around here because it’ll strangle that son of a gun! I mean it!”

Your team did what they could, putting out some statement telling the world that you’d been “attacked”. The media was in a frenzy, obviously, but it eventually blew over as these things always do. It worked in his favor, people listening on Spotify and Apple Music to see what he had to say for himself. Which wasn’t much of anything at all, apparently. Christian never did make his own statement, either. You tried not to spend too much time wondering why not.

You hadn’t listened to the album, having been too focused on mending more important things. There came a night, though, after you and Logan had finished eating an entire tub of cookie dough that an idea was had.

“Maybe we should listen to it.” You said. Your stomach hurt from all the sugar you’d consumed but you continued to sip from a half empty bottle of wine the two of you were sharing. Logan raised an eyebrows at you. You both sat in Logan’s childhood bedroom back home, the walls around you still painted a soft lavender color.

“Oh my god, should we?” She asked, already pulling it up on the TV she had mounted on her wall. It was small and cheap, the same one her parents had gotten her for Christmas years before. You both had big, fuzzy blankets wrapped around your shoulders and slipper socks on your feet. It was a proper slumber party, back in the city where it had all started. And the perfect setting to finally face Christian again.

The first track began playing, his voice flooding the room. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Oh my god, ew.” Logan said, immediately muting the TV. “I can’t.”

You spit out the wine that you’d just taken into your mouth, spraying it all over the soft purple fabric of your blanket.

“Play it!” You urged her, your curiosity officially peaking. 

She turned the volume back up, and you both suffered through the first four tracks. You were making jokes the entire time, making fun of the way his voice sounded or the shitty ukulele he snuck into every song. The fifth song began, of course, with another ukulele riff. You both had agreed to take a sip of wine every time he said something stupid, or embarassing, or infuriating. The bottle was almost empty already, sitting between you on the floor. You listened intently to the lyrics, wondering aloud what it was about this album that Christian hadn’t wanted you to hear the last time you had asked him about it. You ears perked up during this track, noticing something.

“Is this….” You began, a tipsy giggle escaping from your lips.

“About you?” Logan answered. “Uh huh.”

You listened to the song again, and then again, and then one more time. By the last time it finished, you were both dancing around the dark room, the only light coming from the TV screen. What would have been devastating a few months ago you now found funny, your gut hurting from laughing so hard. You both mocked him as he sang.

“Maybe I should stop… Looking out for you!” Logan hiccuped. “Like I always do!”

“When will you start looking out for me, too? Instead of leaving me staring at myyyy shoes!”

It was hilarious how delusional he sounded. He continued, singing his sad story about unrequited love and the girl who just couldn’t see what a nice guy he was.

“It’s just the way you’re glancing at me.. Something about you just makes me feel guilty for liking you. When you’re with him…..When you’re with him….”

“This is the best part!” Logan yelled out, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She fell to her knees, taking you hands in hers as she dramatically sang the lyrics to you.

“This is a love song for a girl, who will never know its about her. I know its pretty stupid, but I’m much to shy to tell her…”

You fell down to the floor with her, gasping for air. You wondered if anyone actually bought this, his sob story about how sorry and sad he was that you never noticed him. It was funny, the way he was telling the world how he was always there for you when you knew his true intentions. It didn’t even seem to bother you, though. You were happy for him as long as all of his success stayed far, far away from you.

The rest of the album was, as Harry would probably have described, shit. Had he listened to it yet? Had he noticed all of the things you had between the lines in every song, the way Christian was referencing him? You decided to text him, asking if he’d heard the fifth track and sent him a video of Logan jumping on her mattress, singing the chorus into her hairbrush. He responded quickly, the little dots appearing at the bottom of your screen within seconds. Your heart skipped a beat.

Yeah. It’s shit.

You smiled. Same old Harry.

The girl he’s singing about sounds kinda hot tbh

You blushed slightly, not sharing with Logan what he had said. You already knew how she would react. She had given you the lecture several times since the incident in April, about how you and Harry could never just be friends no matter how long you left LA. “How long can you guys pretend that you’re not, like, totally in love?”, she’d ask every time you brought it up, “You either need to get together or you just have to let it go”. You’d heard it all before and though you denied it all tooth and nail you knew she was onto something. Maybe you made the wrong choice in the end. Maybe you should’ve begged on your knees for him to choose you instead of her, or never spoken to him again. But he was like a magnet and you just couldn’t push him away. You were willing to do whatever it took to keep him in your life, even in some small, insignificant way. It was pathetic and sad and embarrassing but it was worth it. And you weren’t as desperately in love with him as you were once upon a time, so being friends was easy. Really...

Logan raised an eyebrow at you, noticing the way you were staring gobsmacked at your screen. Your heart beat in your throat, happy jitters making your hands shake. Okay, so maybe you weren’t totally over it.

“He said the song is almost as bad as your dancing.” You teased her, making her roll her eyes. 

You texted Bethany, telling her you had finally gotten the guts to listen to Christian’s album. Logan was suddenly snoring lightly beside you, the first one to pass out at the party even now. At least she was consistent, you thought to yourself with a snicker. Bethany responded, first by saying you shouldn’t stay up late.

He’s a nasty little boy. She typed next. Kinda catchy tho lol.

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Logan was driving at least 15 miles over the speed limit, easily. She zipped past the cars around her on the highway with little regard for anything or anyone. You were listening to Doja Cat, the music at full volume. You tied your hair up to keep it out of your face as that LA air rushed through the open windows. You remembered last year, when you had first arrived in LA on a day a lot like this one. You were shocked that it felt good to be back, the busy streets and billboards passing by all around you like familiar faces. You had been back for a few weeks and had finally gotten used to the noise and bustle that was such a stark difference from the quiet street outside your parent’s house. There was so much work to be done, so many things for you to catch up on and for the first time in forever that seemed exciting.

“So, you’ve spent the last month ‘unpacking your bags’. Is it time that we ventured back out into the real world?” Logan asked you. It wasn’t entirely true that you had been cooped up inside since you’d been back. You’d been to see Bethany and the Label, and to the studio to record a time or two. It was true, though, that you hadn’t had a night out just to have fun and be stupid. You couldn’t deny that that sounded nice, and felt very much deserved.

You had no plans for the night, only deciding to hop into the car to waste time and remember the way LA felt in the summer. You nodded.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked her. She smirked. You knew she already had a list of possible outings for you, as always. You could’ve asked her at 9 am on a Tuesday and she would have found you a party somewhere to attend without even breaking a sweat. Sometimes it was a curse, her forcing you out of the house whenever she had the chance, but today it was a blessing.

“Well, there’s a club like twenty minutes away that we could go to.” You waited for her to list your other options. “We could grab dinner downtown, or go to the bar we went to that one time... the one where we saw Tom Hardy walking into the bathroom.”

“That wasn’t Tom Hardy.”

“It was, but whatever.” Logan watched the road, barely. “Or, we could go to karaoke with Rachel and her friends. I think they’re going at like 9 or something.”

“Karaoke?” You questioned. You straightened your legs, stretching them out onto the dashboard.

“Yeah, they go all the time and they’ve been inviting us to go out with them for forever. I think it sounds fun.” She grabbed her phone from the cupholder, handing it to you before you could even agree to go. “Text her and ask when we should meet them.”

You got back to the house, the feeling of excited nerves taking over your body. It had been a while since you’d felt this way, those old nervous jitters before going out. You and Logan spent at least an hour picking out outfits and fixing your hair. Logan insisted that you both pull out all the stops, in honor of your first night out back in LA. “There will probably be stories out tomorrow about you being back in town, so we should make sure we look good.” She said. She had a point.

You had decided on a black corset top with a pair of baggy jeans. You looked in the mirror, satisfied. You looked chic, expensive. Like a celebrity. You smooth your hair back into a low ponytail. You were just putting on your heels when your phone started ringing next to you. You picked it up, not even bothering to check who it was. You were in a hurry to get out the door and when the phone rang you were expecting to hear Bethany give you another speech about all of your plans for the following week. You prepared yourself to humor her, pretending to listen to all of the things she had already told you over and over again the last few days since you’d been back. You pressed the phone to your ear, leaning towards your mirror to swipe your dark brown lipstick on your pursed mouth.

“Hullo?” You said, trying to move your lips as little as possible.

“Hey.” A voice came from the other end. You furrowed your eyebrows as you responded.

“Who is this?” You asked, your voice coming out snobby and short. If your number had been leaked, surely you would have heard by now, right? There was a soft snicker through the speaker, and instantly you knew who it had come from.

“Did you forget me already?” Harry asked, laughing. Your heart started pounding in your throat. You looked desperately towards Logan, who had stopped tying up her thigh high boots to look at you quizzically. ‘Who is it?’ she mouthed silently. Her hair fell over her shoulder and she swept it back with one hand. You widened your eyes, not needing to say anything at all for her to know exactly what you meant. She covered her mouth, which had fallen open, trying to suppress her gasp. ‘Oh my god!’ She whispered.

“Harry, you scared me!” You told him was you regained your composure. You breathed a sigh of relief, only to be quickly encapsulated in an entirely different type of nerves. “I thought you were some kind of stalker.”

“You don’t have my number saved anymore?” Harry asked. You smacked yourself on the forehead. Thirty seconds into your first conversation in weeks and you had already messed it up.

“No! No, I do! I just, uh... I’m getting ready to go out and I didn’t look to see who it was before I answered.”

You also hadn’t told Harry yet that you were back in LA, though you were sure he would have heard it from someone by now. You had honestly expected him to call you sooner, to show up at your house or at the studio and tell you hurriedly about all of the things you had missed. You didn’t take it personally when he didn’t, though. At least not really.

“Are you back in LA?” He asked, his voice raising slightly in pitch. You heard a door shut in the background. So he didn’t know after all. You hated that that made you smile, realizing he hadn’t been avoiding you.

“I just got back, actually.” You responded. You didn’t tell him exactly how long ago, deciding it might be better not to.

“You should’ve told me!” He practically yelled. You heard things moving around on his end of the phone, maybe drawers opening and closing. It sounded like he was looking for something. “What are you doing tonight? You can come over here. I’m just, um, hanging out.”

He was talking fast, much faster than usual and it almost made you giggle.

“It’s good to hear your voice.” You let slip. You cleared your throat, trying to change the subject before he could respond. “Logan and I were actually going to karaoke, so…”

You glanced again at Logan for help. You wanted to tell her you couldn’t go, to tell her to leave without you or drop you off at Harry’s place on the way. You stopped yourself, almost breaking at the sound of Harry’s voice that you had missed so much. Logan was gesturing wildly at you, mouthing words too quickly for you to understand. You raised your arms in a shrug at her, unable to translate whatever she was trying to tell you.

“Oh.” Harry said. You could hear him deflate, almost able to see the way the crease must be forming between his brows. “Well, maybe another time then?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” You responded. Logan started shaking her head frantically. She was waving her arms towards herself, as if gesturing someone to come closer. It clicked in your head just as Harry was preparing to get off the phone.

“Actually, Harry, you could come with us? If you wanted?”

You words came out as questions, you watching Logan to see her reaction. She nodded her head before collapsing onto the bed as a bit of dramatic flare.

“Okay!” Harry answered quickly. You could hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll meet you there?”

“Sounds good.”

“Great.”

There was a second of silence. Logan was waiting anxiously to see what would happen next, her expression the same as it would be if she were watching some kind of drama on TV.

“I’m really excited to see you,” Harry finally said. He started laughing nervously and you did too.

“I know.” You agreed, sounding happy and stupid. You gave him the address and got off the phone. You spun around to look at Logan.

“Oh my god?” You said. There were no other words you could have used to describe what had just happened.

“Oh my god!” Logan agreed. She took you by the shoulders, her doll-like face attempting an expression resembling sterness. “Okay. Here’s what you’re gonna do, alright? You’re gonna be casual, okay, not too excited or anything. Like ‘oh heyyyyy Harry, what’s up’ and shit. Got it? And don’t act nervous. You gotta be like.. Cool. Like ‘oh yeah this isn’t a big deal at all seeing you again for the first time since April.’ Okay?”

You nodded along as Logan spoke, taking deep breaths. Just act cool, you thought. No big deal. No big deal…

“And then he’s gonna see you being all hot and shit and he’s gonna be like ‘oh my god she looks amazing, I never should’ve let her go, blah blah blah’,” She deepened her voice, mimicking his accent in the way she always used to to annoy him. “And then you’ll walk into the bathroom, okay, and he’ll obviously follow you in because he just can’t help himself and he’ll push you up against the stall door-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” You said, cutting her off. You removed her hands from your shoulders, turning to get one last look in the mirror. “It’s not like that, remember? We’re friends now. Like before.”

“Just got carried away…” Logan mumbled, snickering to herself.

“And you’re delusional if you think you and Harry were ever ‘just friends’. But I guess that plan works, too.”

///

Rachel was waiting for you on the sidewalk when you walked up. She stood behind a velvet rope in front of the small building, waving excitedly towards you as she flashed her perfect, model smile. You ducked under the rope as quickly as possible, attempting to exchange pleasantries as the crowd of paparazzi that had assembled around you yelled loudly over you.

“Rachel, over here!” Someone yelled. She turned, flashing her perfect teeth in a grin just in time for the flash of the camera.

“What are you guys doing tonight?”

“How does it feel to be back in LA, Y/N?”

“Logan, over here!”

Logan was a ham, as always, when being called out by name like this on the street. She posed for the photo, squishing your face in her hand and pressing her lips firmly on your cheek. The camera clicked and you all excused yourself, walking inside.

The building was dark and warm. Rachel led you towards the back, where she had reserved her room for the night. Twinkling lights covered the ceiling. The room was full of more people than you had been expecting, though spacious enough to accommodate everyone on various leather couches and bar stools. You recognized her friends, who wrapped you in hugs and left kisses on your cheeks before returning to their conversations. Someone was already at the front of the room, singing an ear piercing rendition of “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston. You heard Logan mention something to Rachel over the music, her mouth close to Rachel’s ear. Rachel nodded and smiled, picking up her drink from the counter.

“Of course, I don’t mind Harry coming!” She assured, looking directly at you. She took a sip of her drink. “Cocktail?”

You nursed one drink for a while, sitting at a hightop in the corner of the room while you watched everyone sing and dance and act drunk. You kept one eye on the door, feeling a nervous pit growing in your stomach as you waited for Harry to arrive. What should you do when he gets here? Should you hug him? Would you have any idea what to say? Your corset felt tight and uncomfortable as you sat there waiting, forcing you to sit up straighter. You rubbed your palms against your thighs.

“You’re up!” Logan yelled, grabbing you by the hand. Your drink splashed slightly in your hand, leaving a large red stain on your jeans. While you had been sipping slowly on your mixed drink, Logan had gone full speed ahead, downing at least 4. It had been too long since you’d been out, she justified herself, it was almost ‘mandatory’ that you get blackout. She was well on her way, leaving you at the station behind her.

You pulled your wrist from her grasp, shaking your head.

“I can’t” you told her. Rachel and he friends booed, hooting and hollering for you to pick a song.

“You’re literally the only person here who can sing for shit,” Logan said, causing someone to let out a hurt ‘Hey!’. She pulled on you again, her eyes meeting yours in a serious stare. “Just have fun. Come on. I’ll sing with you.”

You tossed the rest of your drink back, knowing there was no stopping Logan once she had made up her mind. It was kind of exciting, getting up and performing without any expectations or rehearsed movements.

“This one! This one!” Logan shouted as you flipped through the list of songs. She started jumping up and down, pulling you closer to her by the arm. “Please!”

She didn’t have to beg, having found what you agreed to be the perfect song to sing. The music began and you both belted out the lyrics to “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John. It was like you were 15 again, dancing in your underwear alone in your bedroom. God, it was good to be back in LA. You felt more alive than you had in months.

Everyone broke out into cheers as the music faded away, you and Logan taking an exaggerated bow before making your way back to your seats. As you followed Logan closely behind, you caught a glimpse of someone in the back of the room, standing next to your table. Harry.

Everything froze. It was like in those cheesy romantic comedies when time stands still and the two main characters just stare at each other while everything blurs around them. You felt blood rush through your body, making your hands tingle. You cracked a smile when his face lit up, dimples denting his cheeks.

You and Logan reached the table. Logan took Harry into her arms quickly, whining drunkenly about how much she missed him and how she loved him so much. She squished his face between her hands, making him look fishy and cute. He lifted her off the ground in a hug. It was funny how after just a few drinks she had seemingly forgotten all about the lecture she’d given you about being “cool and collected”. So much for acting unfazed, you thought with a smile.

Logan turned away from Harry, and in the split second she faced you before she walked off into the room her eyes grew wide, her mouthing to you another “oh my god!”. It happened so quickly, before Harry could have had the chance to notice. Then she walked off, leaving only a few feet of empty space between you and Harry.

“Hey.” You said. Even though you’d only finished one drink, you felt incapable of forming any clear thoughts. So that hadn’t changed. Harry didn’t bother responding, closing the gap between you and wrapping you in his arms so quickly you almost fell over.

“Don’t ever leave like that again, okay?” He said, squeezing you so tightly you couldn’t help but cough. His voice squeaked at the end, and you laughed against his chest. He smelled the same. He looked the same, only with a bit more scruff. You felt relieved knowing that he hadn’t changed over the last few months while you were away. You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting to be different, but you were relieved nonetheless that he was the same person you had known in April.

“I know, I know,” You whispered, unable to speak any louder as he compressed your lungs with his arms. “I’m so happy to be back.”

“Do you still drink vodka cranberries?” He asked, offering you the drink behind him on the table. “Or are you more of a martini girl these days?”

You accepted the drink from his hand, feeling your cheeks flush. You were grateful for the dim lighting in the room, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I haven’t been gone that long.” You told him.

“Felt like it.” He said. You took a sip of your drink, unsure where to take the conversation. You chest swelled as you relished the thought of Harry missing you while you were away.

“So tell me about the Lou.” He said, sitting down at the table. You sat across from him.

“Nobody actually calls it that.” You said with a shy smile. His face pinched together in laughter. God, it was really good to be back in LA.

///

“And then Layla fell off of the deck, literally. It was, like, ten feet off the ground.”

Your abs were tight with laughter as you told Harry another story from your time back at home. You weren’t sure how far ten feet actually was, unable to estimate it in you heard after your third drink, but Harry didn’t call you out on your measurements. His cheeks were beginning to grow splotchy and red.

“I miss Layla. And Max, too.” He said when you finished. He rested his cheek on a fist. You couldn’t to tell Layla he’d said that, imagining how her face would redden and Max would roll his eyes.

“I miss your mom, too.” Harry added with a sinister grin. You swatted his shoulder, him flinching away with laughter. “What?”

“You’re a pest.” You told him. He gazed upon you for a moment, appreciating your features.

“I missed you.” He said suddenly, causing the air to shift between you. Your heart pounded.

“I missed you. So much.” You admitted, to Harry’s satisfaction.

“I was worried that you wouldn’t.”

You frowned slightly, shaking your head.

“Of course I did. So much.”

You wanted to tell him about the first few nights you’d spent at home, crying yourself to sleep in your childhood bed. You wanted to tell him how your chest ached when you imagined what he must be doing without you. You didn't, though. You had accomplished the impossible, after all. You were friends again. Friends. You couldn’t let it slip how it felt to be near him, how your pulse had quickened under your skin and your body had exploded when it touched his. You were friends again, finally. Like old times. Just friends.

“This is good, right? Talking again, I mean.”

You nodded. It was nice. It was better than nice, actually. It was perfect.

“Yeah.” You told him. He smiled appreciatively. Someone was drunkenly rapping an Eminem song behind you, Logan’s gentle laugher filling the air. Harry stared at you, seeming like he was somewhere far away and fully in the moment all at once. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then moved quickly away. He bit his cheek, failing to suppress a goofy smile. He started telling some story about a new restaurant he’d been to, and how he had the best chocolate cake that had ever existed ‘in the history of man’. You tried your best to listen, your eyes struggling to peel themselves away from the way his lips looked as he spoke.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Sheer | Kai Parker

Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

🏹

His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

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Heyy! Can you do one where Harry loves to have his mark on y/n by cumming on her and he has a public hair kink. He loves the dense Matt if her pubic hair so to mark her he always cums on her hair and everything they lazily lounge around he loves to just slip his hand inside her shorts and play with her hair pubic hair.... something like that pleasee

Hair

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: I have no idea why, but I just love this concept so much. It’s a strong combo of smut and fluff…but mostly smut. And I’m adding this to ‘A Series of Firsts’! Mainly because being accepted in this way may in fact be a first time for a lot of people, and this does involve ‘Y/n’ after all. Also, I’m sorry for slacking off on this series…my writing “go to’s”, schedule, and motivation have shifted drastically so I’ve been neglecting this baby for a lil bit…but now she’s back and better than ever. Enjoy 🙃

You could honestly say that when it came to being “hair down there” positive, Harry hands down took the top spot. At first you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that, you were lucky enough to have a partner who could care less about whether or not you had a bit of a bush down there. In the past, you’ve been shamed for not taking care of this “ultra-sacred” ritual that was shaving, and you were made to feel like you were in the wrong for not caring much about it. Along with being made to feel ashamed of your pubic hair, you were also neglected. After a couple times of being turned away because you weren’t clean shaven down there, you just learned to get by on your own. And to be completely honest, pleasuring yourself wasn’t bad at all. But even though this was the case, you still felt a little down at times when you thought about how you were deemed untouchable if you had a bush of the sorts.

Now it’s not like you were completely against shaving and you’ve decided to write it out of your life completely. That’s not the case at all. It’s just that since shaving had been proven to be a bit of a task for you, you tended to put it off until you finally mustered up enough motivation (and energy…you heard it right, a lot of energy was needed for this) to drag yourself into the bathroom and meticulously shave down there. And even when you did eventually carve out the time to take care of some bush maintenance, you would often decide to leave a bit on and just make things a bit neat. Eventually enough though you were able to get into some sort of shaving regimen and it lasted a pretty good while. 

Fast forward to your relationship with Harry and you were still keeping it going. This was mostly due to the fact that you and Harry were having round the clock sex. And it was some really good sex. There wasn’t a time where he wasn’t touching or inside of you. Now while you and Harry were beyond happy together, you still had a bit of your guard still up. Even though he’d proven himself to be one of the sweetest and most amazing human beings on the planet, you were still a bit nervous. You worried yourself over the idea that if you were let yourself go down there for even a second, you were going to be deemed untouchable by Harry. And that’s the last thing you wanted. You were the happiest you’d ever been when in a relationship and you were afraid losing that. So you kept up with your shaving regimen and you made sure to keep it nice and hairless down there. 

Now you kept up with a solid routine for shaving, and it lasted a pretty good while. But a pretty good while does not mean forever. One week when it was time for your routine “maintenance”, you were completely out of it. You were not feeling it at all and your routine fell by the wayside. You would say that you would do it the next time you took a shower and you’d keep on saying it up until a week and a half went by. And in that time, Harry noticed some shifts in how you normally were. For starters, you started wearing pants to bed. You never wore pants to bed. The only bottoms you’d have on your body would be a pair of panties, but out of the blue you were wearing your pajama bottoms as well. Another thing he noticed was the fact that you weren’t letting him touch you down there or even push his hand into your panties just because the way you used to. Normally you’d be fine with him touching you or resting his hand down there. In fact, you’d sometimes pull his hand down there yourself. But now you were putting a halt to that. The third and final thing that was a bit of a flag raiser to Harry was that you weren’t letting him shower with you. Normally you’d keep the door open if you didn’t mind him coming in or you’d even pull him into the bathroom with you. But instead, you were closing the door behind you and when Harry would try to come in, you’d close the door and tell him that you wanted to take this one by yourself. Harry was all for giving you your space and respecting your wishes, but he began to wonder if it was something that he had done. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you uncomfortable and cause you to distance yourself from him. He just wanted to love on you again and be close to his girl. That’s all. And after about a week and a half of you acting out of the ordinary, Harry decided that it was time to break the ice and figure out what was going on. 

He’d finished up taking care of some laundry that had to be done and all he wanted to do was relax with (and hopefully inside) you. Once he comes back into the bedroom, his eyes go straight to you. You were lying on the bed scrolling through your phone with one of his t-shirts on and a pair of sweats. Under normal circumstances you’d simply have his shirt on and a pair of panties. Harry makes his way over to the bed, crawls right across it, and right on top of you. When he does this, your attention is immediately diverted from your phone to him and you toss it beside you to focus on him. Instead of wasting any time, Harry goes straight in and pushes his lips down onto yours. Your arms then go around his neck to pull him down closer to you, and before you know it the two of you are locked into a make-out session that was getting to be a bit heated. As the kisses continue you feel Harry’s hand begin to wander a bit, he starts off by going down and under your shirt. At first you don’t pay it any mind. But after a couple squeezes to your breasts and to your waist, Harry’s hand migrate a it lower. It makes it’s way all the way down to the waistband of your sweats to which you quickly stop. Upon you stopping him in his tracks, Harry stops his movements against you all together and pulls himself up a bit. He then proceeds to sit back on your thighs, still keeping himself on top of you. 

“Harry you’re gonna crush me.” You whine, trying to push him off of you.

“Are you calling me fat?! Is my girlfriend seriously calling me fat?!” Harry shouts dramatically. 

“No…I’m saying that if a much heavy person sits on top of someone, then it is likely that the other person will be crushed.” You reason smartly. 

“Well if you don’t want to be crushed, you’re gonna have t’tell me what’s going on.” Harry bargains, crossing his arms over his chest and sending you a pointed look.

“Nothing’s going on, what are you talking about?” 

“You won’t let me touch you, you’re constantly wearing pants, and you’re not letting me save water with you.” He explains with a small pout. Once he says this, you immediately see what he’s getting at. When he sees you break the eye contact and falter a little bit, Harry decides to take a step back and be a bit more gentle with this one. He picks himself up from your thighs and shifts over onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on his elbow to keep his attention on you. “You can talk t’me about anything baby, m’always her to listen.” Harry reminds gently, bringing his free hand over to grab your hand.

“I know, and I love you for that. It’s just that- I haven’t shaved.” You rush out. Even though you weren’t in the most comfortable position, it was nice to finally say it. 

“That’s it?!” Harry asks, completely shocked.

“Mhm.” You quietly mumble, turning your head towards him to see his reaction.

“Babyyy!” Harry coos, swinging his leg onto the other side of you and falling back on top of your body. “That’s why you’ve been hidin’ from me?” Harry asks, looking down towards your slightly downcast face.

“I thought you’d be turned off by it.” You explain. “In the past, I was untouchable if I had hair down there.”

“M’so sorry baby. And you’re far from being untouchable! I could care less whether or not you have hair down there. All I want is you.” Harry affirms. “And if you like my bit of hair, then I love yours. I actually prefer it.” Harry continues, his voice coming to a whisper at the last part.

“For real!?” You ask, completely shocked at his response. 

“Yeah, but if you still want to shave I’m 1000% fine with that. I just want you to know that I love you. And since I love you, I love all of you, hair and all.” Harry reassures once more before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “So does this mean I can touch you again, because I’ve been deprived of you for a whole week.” He needed you bad, it was a really long week.

“Yes Harry, my pussy is no longer in quarantine.” You huff amusedly at his question. He is such a boy. Well…a very mature boy. 

“Also, where are we at? Is it like a light layer, or full on 70’s pornstar?” Harry wonders. “I’m fine with either one…m’just wondering.” Harry quickly clarifies.  

“Why don’t you just investigate!” You give in dramatically, completely worn out by his interrogation.

“I will.” Harry replies excitedly, quickly moving himself from on top of you to between your legs to conduct his little investigation. And let’s just say that he was in love with his findings. 

From the moment Harry ripped off your sweats, he felt like he was in heaven. Not only because he was between your legs again, but also because he could see a couple curly little hairs poking out from beneath the lower bands of your panties. And once they came off, Harry thought he was going to faint. In that moment Harry was fully coming to terms with his pubic hair kink, and you hadn’t even achieved a full bush yet. You were absolutely stunning down there, hair or not, but Harry was completely loving the hair and he was really hoping that you wouldn’t shave it all off. That’s why from that point on, he made sure to give you everything he had so that you could be confident in his feelings. He wanted you to let yourself go and just enjoy the pleasure he had in store for you and not worry about whether or not your pubic hair is a turn on, because it definitely was. Harry loved everything about it

For starters, you were even wetter than usual. Normally you’d be sopping wet and your folds would be glistening and all sticky with your sweet arousal. Ever since you went back to just letting it grow and tidying it up a little, you managed to be even wetter. When your arousal formed, it would seep out of your hole and your hairs would collect it all. This meant that when Harry got between your legs, the cute little damp spot that would form in your panties was bigger, and it meant that your arousal covered all of you. Before he even touches your hole, he’d lick up all of your arousal. He’d lick and suck all of you until there was no more of your sticky and delicious arousal on those hairs. He would then pull your pussy apart and just lick into you like normal, except while he fucked you with his tongue, he’d tug on those curly hairs that clung to your pussy lips creating a little tension and only intensified the feeling of his tongue moving against you. While he was down there, Harry also loved pushing the hair back a bit to suck on your clit. He just loved how the hair would cover your little button, and he loved how it would peak through a bit if you were really on need of him.

The next thing that completely sucked Harry in was the way the hair felt against his cock. It was amazing to say the least. Before pushing into you, he’d always drag the head of his cock up and down your folds. Everything about it was incredible, even when he kind of humped you a little, pushing his cock up and down against you. And whenever he got all the way down to his balls, he’d make sure to circle around a little bit because he loved the way your hair felt against his sensitive balls. And then once he finally pushes inside, Harry really goes crazy. Not only is he pushing into your delicious cunt, he can also feel your hairs brushing against his shaft as he sinks into you. And as he fucks into you, it’s as heavenly, if not more heavenly than before. You’re still sopping wet and falling apart over his cock and you’re still tighter than he could wrap his head around. While he’s pounding you over and over again, along with his other tricks, Harry likes to just run a hand over your hairs. While pinching the upper flesh of your pussy, Harry likes to just play and pull at the hairs a little. As he does this, he also brings his hand lower and he lightly pulls at the hairs that are on either side of your spread pussy. Those are the super sensitive ones. Once it’s time for him to let go Harry always faces a problem. He can’t decide on where he wants to cum. He can’t get enough of flooding your tummy with his cum, but he also loves pulling out and cumming in your hair. Marking you was always a must for him. So after cumming a bit inside of you, which is a lot since Harry’s cock is like a volcano and just can’t stop spurting out his cum, he pulls out of you and pouts the rest out onto your hair. He liked seeing the hairs stick together with his cum and he loved seeing you stained with him. 

One final thing (of the many things) Harry loved about your pubic hair was that he got to play with it. Normally he’d slip his hand into your panties and just hold your pussy so to speak. He’d just cup you or squeeze your pussy lips or even tickle you a bit. Now that you let your hair grow, he got to play with your pussy and the hair. He got to push the tips of his fingers around and tug at your hair. He couldn’t get enough of just playing with you whenever the two of you were lounging around or something. He even caught you playing with your hair a couple times. And when he did, he would get all pouty and push your hand away so that he could play with it. He especially loved playing with your hair when he just came all over you. He loves to smear his cum all over you. He would even stick a finger inside your cum filled hole and smear the creamy substance on his finger all over you to mark your hair even more.

To put it simply, the both of you were in love with this newly discovered kink and it was really nice. It was very freeing too. 

Masterlist

[stardustincarnate]

SAY YES TO HEAVEN // L Lawliet x Reader

word count : 2989 genre : fluff <333 song inspiration here!

The day marked as a cloudy Wednesday in England. The air was mildly harsh and cold, the wind blowing my bangs back as I looked up to the sky with a smile on my face. My heart throbbed in a feeling I couldn't explain. It was more than just euphoria. I was feeling nervous, excited, happy— all the emotions were mixing inside me, but I was mostly happy, and I became overwhelmed that I didn't notice I dropped a single tear.

"Why are you crying [Y/N]? Don't!!"

"I suppose it's normal for someone to cry before getting married. Am I right [Y/N]?" Mello asked as he held my other arm. I softly nodded and chuckled before looking at the time. I soon told the three of them that we should be heading to the said location already. I certainly didn't want to be late for my own wedding, even if it's just a minute.

Matt and Mello were bickering at each other as they held either sides of my arm. Near was walking in front of me, silent as usual. I only smiled while observing them. I found it cute that I was being accompanied by these little successors who kept on joking and making me smile along the way. As we left Wammy's House, we took a hidden route that would lead us to an English garden that is also owned by Mr. Wammy.

By the time we've reached the garden, I told them to halt for a moment as I wanted to fix the creases on my dress first. I wore a simple yet elegant looking one. And I also needed to make sure I still looked nice.. at least for L's eyes.

"Guys, I need a mirror."

The three of them looked at each other before shrugging and looking at me. "None of us have one."

I puffed my cheeks, frantically fixing every imperfections I could see in myself. I gently touched my hair just to make sure that it was still styled and untangled. I lost count of how many times I asked them about how I looked— I couldn't help it.

"You look magnificent [Y/N]. Don't worry."

"Wow.. he actually talks." Matt playfully whispered to my ear. I lightly elbowed him before thanking Near who was slightly smiling at me. We had stayed on the entrance for a moment until we heard something coming from the structure on the back of the garden. It was faint, but I knew it was the sound of the piano.

My feet decided before my brain and I found myself already walking ahead of them towards the structure. The heavenly tune which was growing more and more loud had already ascended my soul to the heavens. It felt as if I was in paradise, add the scenery I was currently stepping foot on for more visuals. The flowers swayed to the rhythm of the wind, with few petals lying on the ground and leaves raining down on me.

My heart throbbed in euphoria, causing a smile to form on my lips the moment I stepped inside the opened vintage structure. The place almost resembled a Cathedral with it being so huge on the inside, the only source of light was the pale rays of the sun that barely made it through the heavy clouds above. Even the ventilation was natural as we were relying on the frigid wind that seeped through openings high up above and on the sides, including the opening that I just entered on. Shadows were playing on the walls and some amount of dusts were on every corner. And despite it being an opened construction, the melody of the piano still somehow managed to echo, giving it a rich surround sound.

My three companions soon catched up to me, walking behind me, holding me a little as I wandered deeper until the image of the man who was playing the piano became clearer to my vision. His back was facing us as he let his slender fingers continue creating the heavenly tune that was the only thing we could hear. He was wearing a suit, I could tell, and even if I had only seen the back I knew damn well that he looked good in it.

But to be honest, in my eyes, he'd certainly look good with anything.

Even without clothes—

Shush! What was I thinking? That would have to wait...

Say yes to heaven...

I stepped closer and closer, and then I realized that my little companions were no longer accompanying me at al—- but instead, they had ran up to L, placing a crown of flowers with different hues which I had no idea where it came from above his head. Mello held another flower crown, and the three hastily ran back to me.

Say yes to me...

I kneeled down to match their heights, with Mello soon placing the flower crown above my head. I smiled and blushed, murmuring a thank you.

I've got my eye on you...

L gave me a brief glance, a soft smile on his face. My heart thumped loudly as I got closer to the center. And there I was, standing beside the grand piano he was using as the music ended.

I've got my eye on you...

He closed his eyes as if savoring the moment of playing the last notes. Dumbfounded, I stared at his beauty, all the overwhelming emotions mixing inside me, causing me to slightly tremble.

L stood up from his seat, his hunched figure walking closer to me until we were facing each other. He looked down to me with the softest gaze, and even though his smile was only small, I could tell he was just as happy as I was. I covered my mouth, smiling, with tears also threatening to fall from the corners of my eyes.

Mr. Wammy stepped and halted in front of us. I beamed as I looked at him, and then back to L. His eyes gleamed even under the dull light, filled with glee that I almost cried at the spot.

Well, every bride really does cry on her wedding day..

All that small and huge bumps in the journey of our relationship is what made us what we are right now. It helped us grow stronger, made us realize that there's nothing like a perfect relationship, but there is a beautiful one. The scars in our relationship is what made it even more beautiful. Our wedding felt like some sort of achievement— not only because I could confirm I was the luckiest woman in the world for being the world's greatest detective's lover, but also because that day was our trophy. After all the hardships we went through, we still ended up there— we still won.

And isn't it beautiful to think that in the end, even after all the difficulties we've encountered that led us to almost giving up, we still win?

We're still winning.

And I was glad that I never gave up on him, because God knows how much I love him, even though sometimes he's unbothered, offensive, and seemed not to give a fuck about me at all.

"Don't cry. You'll ruin your make-up." L whispered. I chuckled, about to rub my eyes, but I realized that I was wearing mascara so I only looked up and smiled.

"I'm just happy. I mean.. y-you're finally going to be my husband. Oh my God, look! I can't even say it without smiling like an idiot."

"My idiot, that is." L put his hands on my shoulders and glanced at Mr. Wammy. "Let's get going with the ceremony already, then. I can't wait for this girl to be my wife already."

I looked down and smiled so wide my face could've had deformed. I then looked at him as Mr. Wammy formally started the short ceremony. The little successors' gazes were all on us, and I heard them whispering stuffs that only made me grin.

To be honest, I didn't even prepare any vows. I just needed to say what I really felt like saying at the time. Even though not always, the truth will turn out to be more beautiful— no sugarcoating or anything, but just the plain truth.

"Promise is overrated. We can't always keep our promises, can we? The word try is more appropriate, I suppose. Perhaps I might not be able to keep my word for eternity, and it's not that I intend to break that, but I will try to keep it from breaking. I know the road ahead of us won't always be full of glee because that's just how life works, but I'm willing to go through it all as long as you're with me. I know we can overcome anything and still win in the end, and even after the end. I.. I sincerely love you, not only as your soon-to-be-wife, but as your closest friend and your family."

L's smile surprisingly grew wider. And of course, he wasn't gonna let himself get beaten by me. He also didn't prepare any vows as I could tell.

"You are right. We made it this far despite of how many times we had argued, even over the pettiest things. There will be more, I assure, but I can endure your whining and complaining. In fact, I'm already prone to it."

I laughed.

"I hope to make it with you until the end. Come what may, but I won't leave you. I've surprisingly become highly attached to you, that I want you to be with me until I had enough of your presence. I adore you a lot, [Y/N]."

He took my hand and slipped a ring on my finger. I did the same to him, still trembling, my vision already obscured. I must've had looked like a mess by the time because I couldn't stop crying.

He kissed the back of my hand, staring at me.

"Very well. You are now pronounced man and wife. You two may kiss."

L unexpectedly wrapped his arms around my waist, whispering, "If I do it wrong, tell me. I'll do it again until it feels right."

I merely nodded. I didn't even know what felt right or wrong— I never kissed anyone in the lips for my entire life. But I had always wondered how his lips would feel. His lips that probably tasted like strawberries and coffee—

The feeling I imagined became tangible as he pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm around his neck, not knowing whether I should kiss back or not. I was kinda shy— but I eventually kissed him back.

We pulled away, and after some time of silence and just staring at each other, I heard Matt screaming in glee.

"YESSS! The list of successors are going to increase!"

"What do you mean—"

"Hey!" I blushed and shook my head before looking at L. "Well.. we're not planning that yet, aren't we?"

"Now that you mention, we haven't really seriously talked about it yet, have we? Anytime is fine with me. And when you're ready, of course."

"I'm ready, but at the same time I'm not. Weird, right?" I chuckled. "But thinking about mini-Ls running around and.. Oh!" I squealed, bashfully looking away.

"My [Y/N] seems more shy today. Although, I do like the sound of that. But not just mini-mes, little versions of you too. Let's see.." He mumbled, thinking about something. "Does five children sound good to you?"

"Five..?!"

"They said the more the merrier."

"Sounds fine to me.. Good, actually.. Hehe.."

My face felt so hot. Because for the love of law, I couldn't stop thinking about the process of making children!

Snap out of it, [Y/N]!

Ugh, but I didn't.

"Another five successors? Wow. This is gonna be challenging." Mello grinned.

"Actually, I don't intend to make our children as my successors. I would like them to be raised normally. Wouldn't you agree with me, [Y/N]?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Good. But anyway, we'll talk more about it later. I do remember that we're still going to do some things, right Watari?"

"Yes. We should head out now." The old man replied. We exited the structure and onto the garden where we took a lot of photos. Most of them included the successors just trolling around and being mischievous to L and I. There were some romantic photos though, where you can find L doing all the things I never thought he'd do. It was heartwarming that my cheeks hurt so bad after all that smiling. It felt like they were almost being torned. But it was such an amazing day!

The photoshoot ended before five, and we decided that it was way too early for us to head back. And I guess you could call it L's day-off that day.

We couldn't really watch a proper sunset since the sky was shrouded with clouds. But it's alright, the weather was fine and so was the scenery. It even felt better because my loved ones were there.

L and I were sitting on a bench, his arm put over my shoulder. We were watching his successors have fun in the garden. I smiled at the thought of our future children doing the same thing.

Soon.

It began to grow dark. L stood up, motioning me to do the same thing. I did what I was told and the next thing I knew was that I was being carried in bridal style. That was... unexpected. I hooked my arms around his neck, and he leaned his face closer to mine until our lips were pressed.

I closed my eyes as I squirmed a little. As I kissed him back, he left me shocked when he started nibbling my lower lip, gentle at first, but it soon turned rough, his lips moving in a way that indicated he needed more, if possible.

I had seen couples making out both in real life and movies, so I only copied them and did what I thought was good, opening my mouth just a little, and L dominantly invaded it with his tongue. I shut my eyes tighter and gripped his collar as he moved his tongue against mine, back and forth and in circular motions.

He slowly put my legs down, making me stand up without even breaking the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands soon travelling up to caress my right cheek. My legs felt like jelly and I moaned in the kiss. After that, we pulled away to catch out breaths.

I looked at him, our bodies pressed against each other's. His lips looked swollen from the kiss— and there was this enigmatic, predator-like look in his eyes.

It was ghost-quiet. And.. I didn't moan that loud, did I?

And, where in the world did L learn how to kiss like that?

He was setting me in the mood. I didn't like it. Not when we were still at the garden.. I thought it had to wait until we were completely alone! Why did he do it there?!

"L, is this really you? I mean.. how did you learn to do that? I thought you were inexperienced when it comes to kissing. That was honestly, err, intense."

"To tell the truth I've been watching people do that. I suppose I learned by watching."

I flushed and cleared my throat. "Well.. You are the world's greatest detective after all. There's not a thing that you can't learn."

"You are right." He snickered. "And given my title and judging from your actions, you are horny by now, aren't you?"

"WHAT?! N-No way!"

"No need to deny it. After all, I am too."

Before I could even reply, he snatched my moment. "I could take you here right now. If you don't mind?"

"L— what are you talking about? I do mind! We're in public, for heaven's sake. You should at least control your hormones.. Hmp."

"Sorry. I just got in the mood."

"Yes, and you infected me with that mood. Now we're both in the mood. It's your fault."

I looked to the side and saw the successors looking at the both of us in utter silence. And they weren't blinking too.

"Oh! Hi— how long have you all been standing there...?"

"Long enough to see you two doing that adult stuff. Watari told us to call you since it's getting dark and we should head back.. But—"

"But you two were busy.. so we just waited."

I mentally facepalmed. I elbowed L in the stomach with a scowl.

"So, you saw the whole thing?"

"Yes. Even though I wasn't completely focusing on it, unlike these two." Near replied.

"Oh dear. This is your fault, L."

"You said that for the second time already. I know. I'm only sorry that you have to see a sight. Although, why did you continue watching it?"

"It's his fault!" Mello pointed to Matt, who looked as if he was betrayed.

"Psh! I was curious. I needed to get some answers. Why do couples moan when they kiss? It's a bit annoying, especially when they start to look like they're being possessed by the eye-rolling thing. Is it really that good when you taste another person's saliva? What benefit will it do you?"

"I suggest you not think too much about it." L replied.

"Totally right... Err, we should be going home now! Come on, let's go."

"Alright. I can't wait to get home anyways." He gave me a knowing look, licking his lips. I blushed and hit his arm. This pervert!

The three walked ahead of us in awkward silence. L and I followed, our arms hooked together, ready to go home as a newly wedded couple.

[ribbononline]

team hcs lets go! lets go!

maxie;

Numel/Camerupt (Sandstone) ; Caught when having temporarily ran away from home as a child, the pokemon he's had the longest. She's very chill and just vibing most of the time- she loves to cuddle and she’s well behaved, Due to having been with Maxie all his childhood, she’s seen a lot of the… less then pleasant stuff, and will still fly into a panic if she ever sees anyone attempting to harm him physically. She’s very protective.

Poochyena/Mightyena (Granite) ; His parents owned a Houndoom and a Mightyena, who had two Poochyena pups together. When Maxie ran off in highschool he took them both with him. Granite's very lively, and out of the whole team has the most trouble fighting against Archie's team. She just doesn't get what happened between them. She listens well however, she just…. doesn’t get why she can’t hang out with her sister anymore.

Poochyena/Mightyena (Obsidian) ; The other Poochyena pup Maxie took from home, though she ended up as a part of Archie's team somewhere in highschool.

Zubat/Golbat/Crobat (Mercury) ; Obtained in Rocket, one of the Pokémon issued to almost all members. Mercury was a recent catch of the team, so while he was a little freaked out and untrusting, Maxie ended up winning him over fairly easily with some treats. He loves to sit on Maxie's head and/or wrap his wings around him. It doesn't make seeing easier but Maxie has never managed to get him to stop.

Weezing (Chalcantite) ; Obtained in college, from an old teacher Maxie got along with well enough. She was retiring, and wanted her Pokémon to be able to travel a while longer. So, Maxie took the Weezing over! Originally he'd never gotten a nickname- and even though Maxie technically gave him one, it's kind of a 50/50 chance if he remembers that thats his name and responds to it. His original owner died somewhere in the Rocket years. Chalcantite is fairly slow, but very enthusiastic. He's doing his best. Post-ORAS Maxie let's him retire to a Pokémon daycare since he's already getting old- but he still gets very excited whenever Maxie visits. He's living out his last days being spoiled by the employees of the daycare.

Gligar (Novaculite) ; Obtained post-ORAS. Once Maxie and Archie moved in together, they kept finding items around the house missing, and someone kept going trough their trash nightly. Eventually Maxie (literally) caught the culprit. He originally meant to release it, but Archie convinced him to try training it- Gligars don't normally live in Hoenn, so it probably got here by accident somehow and didn't know how to adapt to the environment, leading to the thefts. Training it would help it! Also it's a ground type come on Maxie you know you want another cute ground type let it join, It worked. A spoiled little thing that loves to constantly be held and cuddled and will demand attention if it's not given. Novaculite- or Nova, as literally everyone including Maxie as this point calls him- rarely joins battles, it doesn’t really enjoy them- but it likes to just hang around and watch, eating whatever treats it can get.

Trapinch/Vibrava/Flygon (Mica) ; Obtained post-ORAS, about a year after Nova. Originally found as a trapinch when Maxie was trying to research in the desert of route 111, apparently in the area this Trapinch called his territory. After days of fighting with the thing, eventually it just... didn't show up one day when Maxie got into the space it normally protected. Kind of curious (and slightly concerned) Maxie ended up looking around for it, finding it stuck under some collapsed desert ruin fragments it couldn't get out from again. Taking pity on the Trapinch he helped it out, and after that it started following him around. After a week or two when research was done, Maxie ended up taking it home, and that was that. Very brash and competitive, Mica loves to fight- and also loves to be praised afterwards for it. Having only recently evolved into it's final form, it's still not used to it's larger body and keeps accidentally breaking furniture.

Volcarona (Tephra) ; Obtained post-ORAS, the most recent addition to the team. Caught when on a vacation in Unova with Archie- Maxie kind of fell in love with the look of the Pokémon, and decided to take her home. Archie nearly got a heart attack when he saw Maxie with it. Tephra is very regal, very large, and (like most of Maxie's pokemon) very spoiled and pampered. She does not tolerate a no for an answer- though she never causes a fuss. If she disagrees with you she will just burn her path to whatever she wanted- very calmly, and very regally. She only listens to Maxie.

She's the one Pokémon on Maxie's team Archie can not figure out how to win over. She just... hovers there. Will she burn you? Will she just let you pass? You won't know until you walk past her. For your sake, have some treats on hand to bribe her.

archie;

Carvanha/Sharpedo (Dusk) ; Caught as a child with the help of his mom and one of his older siblings. They found it without the rest of it's school, and Archie was adamant he wanted it as his Pokémon, so they helped him catch it. Stubborn and kind of aggressive, it took forever to tame him- As a child Archie was just constantly covered in bites from it. He never gave up or was even discouraged though- this was his Pokémon!! He loved it!! Over time the Pokémon finally started feeling safe around him, and they got closer until it evolved. As a Sharpedo he honestly mellowed out a lot. It's very easygoing, and great with kids. It loves to be pet and cuddled- which Archie always indulges, despite the fact that Dusk very much has the rough skin ability.

Grimer/Muk (Pizza) ; Found as a child in a nearby trash dump- the Grimer was actually sitting in an empty pizza box. Being like 10 and thinking he was so smart it thus got named Pizza. Pizza's also pretty chill, and loves to eat and sleep. That said, when it is awake, it's very good at sneaking up on people. Maxie doesn't get how a literal goop of toxic waste can do that but Pizza is a toxic waste goop of many talents.

Poochyena/Mightyena (Granite) ; Obtained from Maxie in high school. Like her sister, she's very energetic and lively. Granite loves to run, and is pretty much always doing something. She listens very well though, and she’s mostly just a good girl. She’s a bit smaller then her sister. Much like her sister, she has the hardest time fighting Maxie's team in battle. She just doesn't get why they must fight <:[

Zubat/Golbat/Crobat (Fangs) ; Obtained in Rocket, one of the Pokémon issued to almost all members. The zubat had been caught a while ago, and had been passed from grunt to grunt- with some... not great owners inbetween. When Archie got him, the thing was incredibly skittish and aggressive with massive trust issues for humans. It took Archie forever to even get it to stop trying to bite him whenever it was out of it's pokeball, but he never gave up on the tiny Pokémon. Eventually managing to win it's trust, Fangs still has a lot of trust issues towards other humans. It tolerates Maxie, Shelly and Matt, but prefers not to be touched by anyone but Archie. Still, it loves him very much- and it's loved a lot in return. Fangs has the best life he can now, Archie always does his best to make him feel comfortable no matter the situation they're in. He also turned out to be a very strong fighter, despite being fairly weak (mainly due to mistreatment) as a zubat.

Mantyke/Mantine (Tidal) ; Caught just before somewhere in Rocket years. He met her on one of his walks along the beach- thinking over his life’s mistakes-with one of her fin being caught up in net. After helping her out she turned out very playful and he definitely could use something nice- besides, because of her injury she seemed to have lost her school and needed the company. So he ended up catching her! Once she evolved (somewhere in Aqua) she got trained to help rescue people- mainly in case a grunt ever got stuck in a rip current or something. As such , while still playful, she knows to be careful gentle and caring when it comes down to it! She's a good girl. While Maxie knew of her in Rocket he never saw her much, and she had the hardest time warming up to him after the teams reunited again. She doesn’t battle often. Archie takes her along sometimes when battling for fun or if he truly thinks he needs her- but usually he lets her do her thing. As such, she was not present in the deep sea cavern fight.

Castform (Missy) ; Obtained post-ORAS. A little pest who wants to get her way. The reunited team tried catching her to help study and watch out for lingering weather effects Kyogre and Groudon might've caused, but failed each time. Instead she got very good at ruining the equipment near the base or that was brought out on field missions. Eventually Archie literally made a deal with her to Stop Doing That in exchange for pokepuffs. It worked! She stuck around, and became a part of the team. She's no good at fighting and never battles, but she's very good at demanding attention. Plus, she ended up helping the team out with the research on lingering weather effects after all, so she deserves some extra treats for her hard work, she thinks. Archie has no idea how to deal with her, but she’s happy and helping out, so… he supposes he can deal with it.

Archie also has a bunch of Pokémon that are by no means actually his- they’re wild Pokémon that he’s helped along the way, and remember and recognise him. A lot will hang out with him, some follow him around, and a select few will happily temporarily join his team if he asks. The most notable ones are;

A Quagsire named Mr. Goop. She was found sickly from having been caught in an oil spill. After having been rescued and cared for by Aqua, she was mistaken for male for the longest time due to her large backfin. Once Archie found out she just had a larger fin then normal for females of the species but what still very much a girl, she’d already gotten used to the name of Mr. Goop, so Mr. Goop she stayed.

A Sealeo named Tundra. Found as a spheal without a group and living in waters to warm for it, Archie helped it migrate to a better environment. However, the thing never seemed to want to join another spheal pack, and as such just ended up traveling around with Archie for a long time. It was always however very interested in battling, and evolved soon enough- ending up strong enough to survive on it’s own fine. Tundra joins Archie’s team most often whenever he needs an extra fighter- Tundra loves the battles, and it loves the treats. Still, it appreciates being able to return to the wild seas again in the end.

A Lanturn named Siren. Found with her lightstem damaged, Aqua helped repair parts of it with prosthetics. Once she could hunt on her own again, she was released back to the seas, but still visits the base every few months and hangs around there for a couple of weeks.

[restforthe-burdenedsoul]

July 11

Don’t have a lot of emotional energy today but here goes.

The weekend was mostly nice. Saturday M and I went to the pool for a bit and then he went shopping with me. I had a bonus from work and spent way too much 😅

Yesterday we finally saw the venue!!! And I am in love. The reception part might be lacking a small bit but the ceremony 😍 you walk down a long bridge covered by greenery and into the gazebo surrounded by nature. And 😍😍😍

M’s mom talked lots of ideas for decorations and I feel like she is seeing the vision im seeing. I was worried she wouldn’t like the park idea, but she gave me a big hug and told us how beautiful it’s gonna be 🥰 we also realized, it’s right across the street from where we got engaged! And I’m excited to do photos there too

M and I went to Petco after where I spent too much money on the dog for toys she will play with once, but whatever she’s cute. And I played with a bird through the glass for like a half hour. We went to goodwill to see if there were any vintage toys, there was not.

Came home and Melody (the dog) had gotten sick in her crate. So I bathed her, he tried to wash her matt but we couldn’t load any money on the laundry card since it’s only in the office, soo yah. It’s just half washed best we could and outside until one of us can get to the office during work hours.

After her being sick and seeing how much of the apt had to be cleaned (because we ran out of laundry money doing laundry and most clothes had to be hung to dry) I lost it a bit and just started crying. I was sad my mom wasn’t with us at the venue, sad I couldn’t tell her about my day, said that our relationship has changed. And I cried for about an hour. I didn’t mean to. The weekend was good but it still feels like I am just putting tape over a wound sometimes.

Oh and we finally ordered invites 🙃

Todays to do list

✅pack up clothes I never wear

☑️pack up never used kitchen appliances

✅pack up bookshelf for M to break down

☑️pack up shelf in bedroom for M to break down

☑️ work out of some sort

✅order groceries for the week

☑️cancel hotel block

✅call catering

☑️ work on website

✅ get dressed/wash face/maybe makeup to feel like a not depressed slob.

[thessalian]

Thess vs TLoVM Ep. 6

So now that I have a decent desk chair, actual liveblogging!

Hello, Dominic Monaghan!

Matt really is in every episode, isn’t he? Then again, men with brown longish hair aren’t exactly uncommon. Still, there was an eyepatch! And then he was crushed like a soda can.

So the giants look like Ryuk from Death Note. That’s ... special.

“What, ‘cos we all know each other?” THANK YOU, GROG.

So @true0neutral needs to watch this because Yennen is such an awesome priest of the Dawnfather.

Oh SHE SEES ORTHAX DAYUM. I’m sorry, but seriously - beyond the white hair and everything, he hasn’t said enough to determine how much he’s changed yet.

See, I liked the conversation about who’s actually leading, and Keyleth did actually put it best. They each lead when it’s appropriate for them to lead. They shift and change leadership roles depending on what strength is required to get through anything that gets in their way. That’s always been Vox Machina’s strength. It’s when they start thinking any one of them is The Leader that they get all fucked up.

Okay, this is Grog as I know and love him. “Yeah, all this sucks and it’ll probably make a good fight and that asshole fucked me up with his sword so I kind of want to kill him but this just sucks and-- wait. These assholes mean no ale? I. Would like. To--” “GROG NO.” “Oh, let him destroy a thing or two. It’ll be a good warm-up for him.”

I’m sorry, Yennen. But it sounds like Percy’s friend Archie hasn’t changed one tiny bit.

“You’re playing on my emotions. And I can’t say I blame you.” Yeah, nobles and priests sometimes have to be manipulative little shits, but I do love the, “You’re playing me. And it’s working. And I’m so proud of you” tone of voice.

...They’re actually going to do the beret. Oh. My gods.

This is a “Pike needs to internalise the fact that she’s worthy” thing, isn’t it. The fight with the Briarwoods even before she got hit with Delilah’s spell, her not being able to help as much as she wanted to, it’s all a doubt thing.

Well, Stonefell, there might be no room for heroes in Whitestone, but there’s clearly room for dishonourable weasely cowardly bastards using a chained-up dwarf as a punching bag. (Also you’re gonna find that heroes don’t take up that much room until they’re busting your door down. Just by the way.)

Also, HI DARIN DE PAUL! He must have had so much fun with this...

Rory. McCann. HELLO. ...So wait, we get to see Scanlan force that guy off a roof? I’m liking this idea.

This is why At Dawn, We Plan was a whole thing. You’re right, Vax. Mostly. Keyleth’s plan wasn’t bad. I mean, assuming there are any animals worth a shit in Whitestone.

"Nothing but Bad News.” PERCY YOU SHITHEAD. Still, great use of the scope.

I mean, I knew they kept the door bit, but AAAAAAHAHAHA.

“Congrats. Everyone’s getting out early for bad behaviour.” AHAHAHA I LOVE YOU VEX.

Well. That’s ... one way to get through the door.

Nice use of illusions, Scanlan!

And that, right there, is a call to vengean-- DAYUM KEYLETH. I mean, narratively speaking, crushing the head of the resistance fighter who saved the life of one of their own basically marked Stonefell and the entire Briarwood rulership for extinction, but it’s nice to see that as a catalyst for Keyleth coming into her own righteous fury. Also, hello Minxie.

Okay, now THAT was a shot. A shot that could break the haft of a maul that heavy? Also the accuracy of it. Just a really nice touch.

“I wanted you to know it was me.” GAAAAAAAH THAT’S FUCKING TERRIFYING. Kudos to the animators. Also to Taliesin Jaffe because this is all way creepier than his original yelling.

...Then again, the yelling is equally creepy. And again, kudos to the animators; rage like that tends to look laughable in this animation style, or at least ... well, two-dimensional, pardon the pun. But the combination of rage, horror and just plain disgust on his face, both during the shooting of Stonefell and later, when yelling at Vax about his vengeance...

And then the animators let him go to horror-tinged vulnerable shock. No one gets to say the animation in this is bad. Ever.

Yeah, even knowing what does ultimately happen (though I understand that liberties will be taken here), I still get that feeling that whether “I have a sister” ends well is up in the air. I mean, that “This changes nothing” scene is all it took to flag up a few very key points: that Cassandra’s in a bad situation and might well just be going along to keep herself alive, that Cassandra might hold a grudge about being left for dead (because we can see that de Rolos hold grudges), that she has been in the custody of a vampire who likely has no qualms about messing with her head... Just a couple of lines and it sets up Cassandra’s whole moral and psychological battleground, and the defenses Percy’s going to have to get through in order to make “I have a sister” a reality.

So, six episodes in ... while the campaign will always have a special place in my heart (and now I kind of want to watch it again), I like this version ... not better, but in a different way. They’ve managed to find ways to set up the important themes in a lot less time, in subtle yet powerful ways. Haven’t seen much of Mae Catt’s stuff - then again, Mae Catt hasn’t written that much - but this was a winner.

Wait.

Waitaminit.

I happened to see who wrote Ep. 7.

Travis. And Sam.

I have got to see their writing chops. I have to. It’s not an option. I require food first, though.

[moontheoretist]

MCU timeline, if they actually cared about the characters as much as we do:

Phase 1 (setting up the universe)

- Iron Man - Incredible Hulk (+ Bruce’s DID is included and well represented, Hulk is not shown as a monster which cannot control himself so much he hurts everybody around including Betty, in fact he is shown to avoid hurting anybody who isn’t actively shooting at him, Dr Samson and Rick Jones are a must for this origin story, post credit can stay the same) - Hawkeye (includes: his childhood with an abusive father, his brother Bradley, his past in the circus so basically his origin story, his deafness, him being conscripted by SHIELD, and post credit scene with him choosing not to kill Natasha) - Black Widow (includes: her childhood in the Red Room, the fall of USSR and change in Russian politics, KGB being dissolved, Natasha’s breaking of her programming, her leaving the Red Room thanks to meeting Hawkeye, the assassination of Dreykov’s daughter, What Happened in Bucharest, Natasha joining SHIELD, and post credit scene with her taking place of the PA which was supposed to apply to Stark Industries) - Iron Man 2 (+ more info about Howard’s abuse of Tony, Natasha is there, but it’s not her first appearance, and also she isn’t shown as if she knew she was in a movie) - Thor - Captain America: The First Avenger (I think that his stupid behavior in CW is completely set up by his origin story, so I wouldn’t change anything if we wanna have that conflict with him being more concerned about Bucky than literally anything else going on) - Captain Marvel (because her existence makes Fury think about Avengers and explains why Fury wanted to create them in the first place, also action happens mostly on Earth) - Avengers (+ Jane Foster and Darcy are part of the science team and greatly contribute to the plot as scientists, because I am fed up with women being sidelined)

And because Avengers has a post credit with Thanos we should get some movies in space now related to Thanos first, before Iron Man 3.

Phase 2 (we learn about the ultimate badguy)

- Guardians of the Galaxy - Thor: The Dark World (but hopefully better written, + no damselling of Jane) - War Machine (Rhodey’s only movie, Tony is busy doing whatever) - Hawkeye 2 (how Clint dealt with everything which happened during Avengers, how SHIELD agents treated him, introducing his family?, maybe bringing back Barney and showing his relationship with Mockingbird and stuff like those) - Iron Man 3 (without the ableist meta message that all disabled people just wait to become murder machines, but still introducing Extremis) - Black Widow 2 (could be the same story as we got in 2021, introducing Yelena Belova) - Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch (includes: their childhood, how their parents died (Yugoslavia being bombed by NATO, but I doubt Hollywood would ever wanna say it out loud), them growing in orphanage, possibly attending university (universities for citizens in Serbia are free and because Sokovia is based on Serbia, and it is a slavic country we can assume they have that system as well, and there are also social support programs available from both the government and possibly the university as well), the difficulties of a life in which they have to cover their costs of living themselves, because they have no parents, American army stationing in Sokovia, twins getting radicalized, protesting against foreign influences in their country and joining Hydra, experimentation, if they were trained by Hydra to use their powers or not and how were they trained, Sokovia being shown to be normal country instead of breaking apart state which Americans see each time they think about it) - Falcon (Sam’s origin story, his mission in Afghanistan and stuff - I don’t know his origin story, so I dunno what to say here) - Captain America: The Winter Soldier - TV show about the consequences of the movie above. Possibly something akin to Agents of Shield. What happened to the agents, how world reacted to Natasha’s “fuck you”. - Ant-Man (introducing Hank Pym) - Avengers: Age of Ultron (Ultron is Hank Pym’s like in the comics, but in some versions of this Tony helped or provided tech so he still wpuld feel quilty afterwards, + no dying Pietro)

Phase 3 (everything gets complicated, but they prevail)

- Incredible Hulk 2 (what happened to Bruce and Hulk and how they dealt with the idea that Steve literally had his well-being in his ass by inviting Wanda and Pietro to the team, what is going on with Thaddeus Ross and Betty Ross, we meet Jennifer Walters) - Black Panther (different one than the one we got, introduces T'Challa and his family) - Spider-Man: Homecoming (could be earlier, just after Avengers, but *shrugs* this story is written in such a way it is better after Iron Man 3 and Age of Ultron) - Captain Marvel 2 (basically setting up why she didn’t participate in Civil War, my idea was to depower her, but not take her powers away, so she could have some more down to earth stories instead of stories set in space, maybe even explore her alcoholism that way) - Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch 2 (deradicalisation, becoming heroes) - Captain America: Civil War (Accords are better explained, Matt Murdock or Jennifer Walters show up to do exactly that, RAFT is explained as American prison not related to the UN, Steve this time has valid concerns about the Accords, but he still goes ape shit over Bucky, still lies to Tony about his family, because those traits were all set in his origin movie) - The Wasp (Hope’s origin story) - Hawkeye 3 or Hawkeye TV series - Black Widow 3 (something something about Ross hunting her, but Red Room was already taken down, so different story is here instead) - Ant-Man 2 (Wasp is here too, but this is Scott’s movie, previous Ant-Man and The Wasp) - Black Panther 2 (about Kilmonger and T'Challa’s scuffle for the throne) - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (didn’t know where to put it, because it is mostly unrelated to any other movies with this story about Ego, but it develops Nebula more, so let’s be here) - Doctor Strange - Thor: Ragnarok (I am not opposed to Planet Hulk, but I am more inclined to not put Bruce into a movie which is supposed to be about Thor and Loki so… more time for Brunhilde) - The Winter Soldier (solo Winter Soldier movie) - Avengers Infinity War/Endgame (it makes no sense to make two movies if we can have one, the snap was used as a plot device more than actual defeat of the Avengers, so it can last less than 5 years and also no time travel which then you have to explain why TVA didn’t put everybody in jail for that, Tony doesn’t die and Carol and some other powerful people (LIKE HULK, Hulk is NOT less powerful than Thanos or fearful or something) take down Thanos instead and Tony finally retires and is left alone by everybody goddammit)

Phase 4 (new era, some heroes retire, others take their place, while different ones just get the grip of whom they truly were all along, and also we get a new ultimate bad guy and possibly set a stage for his defeat) <- this one not really well set up, because we don’t know most of the movies and TV shows which appear in this phase so dunno how to set them.

- Spider-Man: Far From Home - Photon (origin story of Monica Rambeau) - War Machine 2 - WandaVision (or Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch 3, adjusted, so it would not repeat some facts and would only remind about the most important stuff. Also, Pietro lives in this timeline so no Bohner guy lol, he is just insufferable brother-in-law to Vision, and weird uncle to kids) - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (but with Steve who didn’t go back in time, because there was no going back in time in this timeline, he just finally is learning what accountability is and has to forfeit his shield, because it’s time to retire) - Falcon 2 - Winter Soldier 2 - The Wasp 2 - Loki TV series (Loki survives Thanos and is taken by the TVA, it basically doesn’t force the story to make him quickly develop feelings in the first episode and bypasses that issue, + more Loki Variants, all genderluid and presenting in various ways in the show) - Incredible Hulk 3 (Bruce and Hulk finally start communicating and Hulk becomes gradually smarter, and we meet Bruce’s another alter Grey Hulk and the circus with getting along starts all over again, because Grey Hulk hates Green Hulk xD, is setting up She-Hulk) - Shang-Chi and the Legend of Ten Rings - What If…? TV show - Ms Marvel TV show - Eternals (feels like should be in different phase) - Spider-Man: No Way Home - Doctor Strange: In the Multiverse of Madness - Thor: Love and Thunder (about Mighty Thor - Jane) - Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (about Shuri?) - The Marvels (Captain Marvel 3 basically) - Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quntamania (setting mutiple Kaangs I suppose) - Moonknight TV show - She-Hulk TV show - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 - Blade (feels like should be in different phase) - Fantastic Four - Avengers (in which they fight Kaang?)

I was going with the idea that every superhero should get at least 3 movies ONLY about them. As of now, I managed to put 3 only for a few, and some were swapped for TV shows instead to fill the place and better show the character and what they’re up to, because TV shows have more hours than movies.

I know there are supposed to be TV shows for Armor Wars, Iron Heart and Secret Wars, but I dunno when, so no idea where to put them.

[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (22)

all parts here

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“Is it ok if we don’t invite anyone over?” 

The two of you had eaten your fill but there was so much extra food that you felt a little guilty about your question. Allowing yourself to bring your walls down around Matt alone was hard enough, introducing his friends into the mix would be too much at once. 

You knew them all and no one would treat your poorly or anything like that, but the suspicions about the two of you they probably already had would be confirmed. You were smart enough to know that both Matt and yourself had been acting weird around each other lately, so there was no way no one else noticed. 

“Of course, will you help me pack up the extra stuff? Only what you want though, we’re about to fill your fridge.”

“Matt, really? I don’t need all this.”

“I know, but I want to make sure you remember tonight and leftovers will help.” 

The two of you put the food into containers and walked them to your apartment in near silence. It was awkward as hell, the only sound being your key turning in the lock and footsteps as you both stepped inside. 

“Onyx!”

Matt set the containers he had on your counter and rushed over to pick up the purring cat. Onyx nuzzled his head against Matt’s neck and settled happily in his arms, more than content with being loved on. Thank fuck for him though, because you had no idea how to break the tension that had followed you from the hall and into your apartment.

“I kind of forget he exists sometimes but then I see him again and remember how good of friends we are.”

“He’s going to be good friends with everyone who treats him like that,” you waved your hand in Matt’s direction, “I’m going to put this stuff away.” 

As far as dates went, this one hadn’t been too bad. Matt had gone out of his way to get more food than would ever be necessary, you had normal conversations while you ate and there was even some laughter. Guilt was eating at you a little bit for keeping the others away but Matt didn’t seem to be bothered. 

“Well, I guess this is it?”

The awkward silence returned as soon as you spoke and Matt set Onyx down on the couch. 

“What? No, this isn’t the end of the date. Come on back up, I still have stuff planned.” 

Locking your door behind you, you let Matt lead you back to his apartment. His body language was kind of weird, and it seemed like he was going to make an attempt to grab your hand, thought better of it, and instantly pulled away, opting instead to stay about a foot ahead of you. Neither of you spoke on the elevator ride up or the walk to his door.

“Matt this is really awkward, I can’t even lie.” 

The standard expression on his face shifted into a smile as he unlocked the door and ushered you inside. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m not good at dates. I don’t go on them very often.” 

“You usually skip the soft part and go straight to sex, right?”

He definitely didn’t expect that, as evidenced by his wide eyes and red cheeks. When he didn’t respond, you laughed it off, “that was a mostly a joke, because you do have a reputation. Even though we’re just now doing whatever we’re doing, I’ve been here a while.”

“I always forget that.” 

“It’s easy to do. You’re a professional hockey player, I’m somebody’s assistant. Had we not been forced to be roommates on, interestingly, the only roadie I’ve had to attend, I wouldn’t be here right now. You would continue to avoid me unless you had to talk to me, which would be short and rude and maybe include an insult, and I would continue to tolerate it to keep my job.”

*

It was not what he wanted to hear on what was supposed to be a date that was supposed to be the start of something good, but there it was. He had treated her poorly for years and to hear that she would still be continuing to deal with it today if things hadn’t changed was heartbreaking. He felt like his head was being slammed against the ice a thousand times at the sound of just a simple statement. 

It hurt even worse because he knew she was right. They would be in the same exact place they had always been in and he would have completely missed out on an opportunity to meet someone who now meant so much to him, he couldn’t see himself without her. 

“I don’t know what to say, sorry isn’t enough. I’ve been horrible to you for no reason at all for a long time and I don’t have any excuses as for why. I’m so fucking sorry, I really am. The fact that you had to deal with my abuse all this time, just to keep your paycheck, makes me sick to my stomach.”

“I wouldn’t call it abuse, exactly. Everyone’s got a mean coworker.”

“I made you sleep on the floor, I made you cry, I created a toxic work environment for you for two years and you couldn’t do anything about it. You wouldn’t call that abuse?”

He dropped to the couch and watched her shoulders sag and heard her sigh. 

“Matt, look, I wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty by saying that. I was just making an observation at how different the circumstances could be had the chips not fallen the way they did.” 

He knew that wasn’t her intention, but it didn’t matter. He’d fucked up so much with her and he couldn’t believe she was even there in the first place.

“I don’t deserve you. I want you but I don’t deserve you and you should take the job in Philadelphia.”

*

What had you done? A lighthearted date that had started with takeout and casual conversation had spiraled into a torrential downpour. He was just begging you not to leave and inappropriately kissing you in the hallway at work and now he was telling to accept the job? What the fuck?

“Can we just stop this? Can we go back to whatever you had planned before I opened my mouth and said some dumb shit? Dates are supposed to be fun, this isn’t fun.” 

Matt was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, you didn’t think he was crying but when he raised his head and met your gaze, his eyes were rimmed red and puffy. 

“Why are you?! Oh my god!” 

You nearly ran to sit down next to him and threw your arms around his shoulders. He didn’t push you away, but he wasn’t trying to hug you back.

“People have to deal with bullshit all the time at work, even you, most hated player in the league. You don’t seem to let it get to you, I didn’t either. The hotel room was rough, yes, but clearly I got over it. I’m here right now aren’t I? You think I would want anything to do with you if I was still upset?”

You eased away from him as he rubbed his face and ran his hands through his curls. 

“Jesus, I really am terrible at dates. Crying on one is a first though.”

The tension lessened a little and you stood up from beside him, walking over to the window to take in the view of the city.

“I’m sorry I made you come to some realizations you weren’t ready to face, or maybe didn’t even know existed but I promise that the man here now is not the same one I had to share a shitty hotel mattress with.” 

“You mean this one is worse?”

You both chuckled at his half hearted joke and this time, the silence hanging between the two of you was peaceful.

“I didn’t mean what I said before.”

“That you don’t deserve me? Or that I should go to Philly?”

“I meant half of it, I definitely don’t deserve you, but I don’t want you to take the job with the Flyers.”

“I know.” 

“Which part of that are you referring to?” 

“Doesn’t really matter, does it?” 

He joined you by the window and the two of you stood next to each other in silence for a few minutes, both focusing on the view below you and not the confusing mix of emotions dancing around in your heads. 

“I’ve gotta be honest, Matt, I’m really tired.”

“You’re probably not willing to sleep here, are you?” 

“Not tonight. Tonight has been way too heavy for us to have a fucking sleepover.”

You gently punched his shoulder before pulling him into a hug. 

“Can we try again?”

“Of course, we can absolutely try again.” 

“I’m sorry for crying, holy fuck, that is so fucking embarrassing, shit.” 

“Shut up, Tkachuk, I like a man that isn’t afraid to show his feelings.” 

Matt walked you over to his door and pulled you into another tight hug, asking if he could walk you back to yours. Despite his best efforts, you went home alone.