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this is the "Scale of Hot People from Date-ableness and Respectableness” according to my lima-bean sized brain

if you have no idea who a character is, please refer to the numbered list below, in the keep reading tab

1. my friends on discord who wanted to be on this graph to prove their hotness

2. krillin, from dragon ball. he is on the far left due to being married, i think he worked too hard to have somebody home-wreck his marriage

3. jadzia, from DS9. she is also married, but i feel like everybody in DS9 is already married to each other in some way, shape, or form

4. oliver armstrong, from fullmetal alchemist. she would likely be too busy to go on a date with me, and i respect that

5. stanford pines, from gravity falls. he’s just here to fill space, and to serve as a foil to his much more hot and date-able brother.

6. mina, from pokemon sun & moon. i respect her vibes, but she is also likely too busy as a trial captain

7. adrian farenheights tepes (A.K.A. alucard), from the castlevania series. i love a guy who can storm into his dad’s castle just to kick his ass, but i’m not sure how well a date with him would go; i’m on the fence about it

8. terry bogard, from the fatal fury and king of fighters games. i just put him here because he’s eye candy, while i don’t actually know much about him; apparently he has an adoptive son? that’s cool man, give me your number

9. the grim reaper, from the sims games. now hear me out; if every sim agrees to woohoo with the grim reaper after spending enough time with them- clearly there must be some kind of hotness to him, and i can’t deny logic

10. mia fey, from the ace attorney series. miss fey is one of the best characters in the ace attorney series, and wasn’t even held back from helping her friends and family by something as trivial as death itself; a loosely defined girlboss

11. telma from zelda: twilight princess. she runs a successful business, is a member of a resistance against zant and ganondorf, has an adorable pet cat, is a kind and brave person who helps whoever wanders into her bar; a textbook definition of a girlboss

12. kiryu kazuma, from the yakuza series. he’s strong and a huge cutie; i’d wanna take him to an amusement park so he can win me a comically oversized bear plushie from an obviously rigged fair game

13. stanley pines, from gravity falls. this man conned an entire town, the U.S. government, and himself for 40 years. he is the arguably the biggest MVP in the entire show.

14. klavier gavin, from the ace attorney series; he is just some guy to me. i don’t think i’d date him because he would take ten minutes to order something off a menu at a fast-food restaurant; yet his hot guy status is undeniable

15. vash the stampede, from trigun; i just think he’s hilarious, a huge dumbass with a massive heart of gold; yes he blew up two entire cities by accident, but hey, nobody’s perfect

16. phoenix wright, from the ace attorney series. he is also just some guy to me, but i feel like he would be more pleasant to go on a date with, even if i am the one that winds up paying for wherever the date is

17. lady palutena, from the kid icarus series. she has a wonderful personality, incredible power, and has great advice once she’s done bullying you; unfortunately she is a war criminal

18. wulfric, from pokemon X & Y. he’s incredibly hot, but his gym is far too easy in both puzzle sense, and battle sense- especially for being the final gym of the game; he has the looks and confidence, but i feel he needs to try harder as a gym leader

19. goku, from dragon ball. has no idea what a date is; self explanatory.

20. majima goro, from the yakuza series. i kinda just wanna go bowling with the guy, to be honest

21. midna, from zelda: twilight princess. a trickster, a scoundrel, kind of manipulative at first; i love her, and hope she has a nice time ruling over the twilight realm by doing absolutely nothing, luigi style

22. lupin the 3rd, from lupin the 3rd. i hate him so much. he’s so stupid, and nobody in their right mind would agree to go on a date with this embarrassment of a man; he’s lucky he’s cute

23. master utsushi, from monster hunter rise. he might seem like a total catch at first, but this guy just sits on roof tops eating mochi and playing with his pet owls all day. he only shows up on rare occasion to help during missions; cute, but not reliable or date worthy

24. ozychlyrus brounev tantal (A.K.A. zeke). he’s hot sure, but he’s too much of a clown for me to really respect or want to go on a date with him; his streak of deadly bad luck also is a deterrent

25. waka, from ōkami. a very talented, powerful, and knowledgeable man; if only he was less of a pompous tootsie-roll, i’d be happy to hang out with him more often

26. inuyasha, from inuyasha. i feel like he’d actually be alright to go on a date with; may get us removed from any establishment we go to because he won’t wear shoes, calls everyone bastards, and carries a sword everywhere

27. doctor octopus, from spider-man 2 (2004). man has tits; self explanatory.

#i got bored in class so i made this #peace and love

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gay-ghosts-committing-crimes · 3 years

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But the Way That You Act Isn’t Good for Your Health

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Summary: Once upon a time, Alex's parents were cool. They cared deeply about him and his friends. Once upon a time, Alex hadn’t come out yet. OR Five times Alex’s parents were there for him and his friends, and the one time they weren’t.

Warnings: Homophobia, swearing, mention of conversion therapy

Words: 3,899

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Alex's stomach twisted and his fingers twisted into the hem of his shirt, tugging and pulling at it like it was a lifeline. The yelling outside continued. Beside him Luke patted his arm, his nine year-old face screwed up in concern for his friend. On his other side sat Reggie, leaning close and fidgeting with Alex's free hand. He was solemn too, but in a different way than Luke, closer to Alex's anxious tap-dancing heart.

Alex's chin jerked up as his dad opened the driver's seat door and stepped in, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Reggie's hand.

"What's going on?" He asked, when his mom finally got in as well. It was supposed to be a fun outing for the boys; The day was warm and the beach was open, and the three nine year-old boys were tired of being cooped up inside. He stopped twisting at his shirt and his fingers moved to tapping at his leg when his parents shared a look.

Reggie pressed closer to his side, and Luke did his best to put his arm around them both.

"I've got you," He said gravely, his soft voice offset by the slight whistle caused by the gap left behind where a top tooth had once lived.

Alex's parents finished their silent conversation and Mary, Alex's mom, turned to face them.

"Sometimes people get angry and don't act well, but that doesn't mean it's right, okay? That man out there is one of those people right now, so you boys and I are going to stay in the car for a little bit while Mr. Mercer gets out and makes sure the man doesn't hurt that young lady, that sound good?"

Alex nodded and his breathing evened a little bit. The yelling was scary, but he knew his dad could handle it, his dad was the strongest man in the whole world.

Reaching across the console, Mr. Mercer gave Mrs. Mercer's hand a light squeeze.

"I'll be alright, Mary." Alex's mom gave a soft smile and nodded, but the crinkle in her brow stayed in its place.

"I know Paul, I love you." A quick kiss was pressed to her knuckles and then he was out of the car, the door closed behind him.

The three boys waited with bated breath as the shouting paused, started up again and then stopped abruptly. There was a low discussion, and even through the car Alex could tell the words were angry. He took Reggie's small hands in his own -he knew how his friend got when people yelled- and rubbed it with his thumb. Reggie gave him an appreciative smile, and Alex smiled back, glad that the action had helped calm them both down. A man rushed past the front of the car, pausing a moment to aim a kick at it before running off, swearing profusely. The three boys jolted and Mary's hand flew to her mouth with a gasp, but he didn't come back and they relaxed a fraction.

After another minute, Mr. Mercer returned to the car, slipping into the driver's seat silently and sitting there for a long moment. Finally he moved, putting the car in reverse and getting ready to pull out, then stopped abruptly. He turned to the backseat, studying the boys' faces.

"Boys?"

"Yes, Mr. Mercer?" they responded in unison.

"Always respect women. Treat them decent and keep them safe, okay? And the same goes for you, if someone isn't treating you right, get out of there, you deserve to be safe." The boys shared wide-eyed glances as Mr. Mercer started pulling out again, but they nodded anyway.

It took a long time for the boys to start talking again, but eventually the silence was broken by Luke, who elbowed Alex in the ribs.

"I think your dad is a superhero, 'Lex."

Alex thought of the girl his dad had protected, her face shiny with tears when he had managed to twist around in his seat to look, shiny but relieved, and he agreed. His dad was a superhero.

"Hey 'Lex? Is it... Is it okay if I come over to your house for a sleepover? Bobby can't and Luke-" Alex was already asking his mom before Reggie even finished his stumbling words, his voice tinny through the Mercer family's Nokia, knowing after a few years of friendship that his voice only wobbled on days where it was too much for him to be alone.

(Alone with two people. Two people who never stopped fighting for long except to criticize the kid that did everything to make them happy. Everything except be enough, apparently. Alex sometimes wished it was okay to want people to go to hell, but Reggie didn't want that, and his mom said that was bad... Still, Alex was Not a Fan of the Peters’ parents.)

And if Bobby wasn't available...

Bobby had shown up about a year prior, and Reggie had immediately decided that he was going to be a part of their friend-group. To Bobby's credit, he seemed to be fond of Reggie, and that was a quick in to the group in Luke and Alex's book. After a while, Bobby grew to be the one Reggie went to when he needed someone, but couldn't handle being around everybody. He'd go over to Bobby's and all of the other boy's gruffness would melt at the sight of him, and Bobby would make it okay.

Bobby was Reggie’s go-to, but Reggie was coming to him, so Alex needed to be there for Reggie.

"Mom?" He waited patiently as she finished putting the casserole she had been preparing in the oven, her blonde hair shimmering and haloed in the evening light coming in through the kitchen windows, and he was reminded of the art of Mary, Jesus’ mother, and how a golden halo had adorned her head too. His mom brushed her hands off and peeked in the oven one last time before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and turning to face him, eyes smiling.

“What’s up, bug?”

“Can Reggie come over?” And then her eyes were softening even more, and for a moment Alex wondered if Mary was as kind as his mom. His mom who always made sure to give Reggie an extra hug, to praise Luke on his singing, and to press a kiss to Bobby’s head and laugh when he twisted away and pretended that he hated it, even though a smile tugged at his lips. His mom who always knew just how to cheer his friends up. Alex thought about it for a minute more and then decided no, his mom was the kindest and prettiest out of all the moms, even Jesus’.

“Of course he can, I’ll even make my special macaroni and cheese!” Alex’s mom gave a small grin and ushered Alex back out of the kitchen. “Now scooch! I’ve got to finish the casserole.”

He giggled and let Reggie know that he could stay, that it was gonna be okay, that Reggie could probably even bring over the guitar he was starting to learn how to play, and they could jam together.

He glanced back at his mom, her hair still gold in the light, and grinned at her soft, tired, and slightly sad smile. She blew a kiss and tucked a strand of gold behind her ear, and then Alex was away again, cheering his friend up over the phone while he gathered some stuff for their sleepover.

Alex heaved a sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face; He had a terrible headache, and the way practice was going? He wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the band did too.

“Okay Luke, I get we want this perfect, but it’s hot and I have a headache, is there any way we could take a quick breather?”

Luke, surprisingly, just gave a loose nod and flopped onto their couch, face in a weak scowl, more brought on by frustration at the music than any anger towards Alex. It had been a rough week at home for him, and in his mind their struggle with this song was probably one more confirmation that his mom was right, that his music was only dragging him and his friends down.

It tore Alex apart, to see Luke like that, so he slumped onto the space beside Luke, elbowing him slightly before relaxing into the cushion, making sure to “annoyingly” slouch against Luke. The couch was big enough for all four of them to squeeze together, and had taken three of them to carry it into the Mercer’s garage the day they had found it at some estate sale the summer before, and now it was a regular occurrence to find the boys gathered together, bodies tangled together haphazardly on the worn piece of furniture.

Soon, Bobby joined in, grumbling about how sweaty Luke was, but taking the time to ruffle his hair before settling in, patting the spot beside him for Reggie to take. Luke swatted at Bobby’s hand and rolled his eyes as he half-heartedly tried to shove Alex away, inevitably giving in to the crushing affection of his friends and sighing heavily.

They sat that way for a stretch, silence strung between them like unlit Christmas lights; Noticeable, and somehow liminal, waiting for something to flick them on. The thick air felt like an inverted weighted blanket, just as heavy but the direct opposite of comfortable, and Alex lazily found himself wondering if they should add Christmas lights to the garage.

“Alright, enough of the moping guys, we’ll get this!!” And then Luke was hopping up off the couch, so what if it was clear that the pep in his voice was fake? He turned back to the boys and swung his arms wide, “We just gotta take a short break and come back and whip this song.”

His smile was achingly wide (and painfully put-on) but Alex found himself smiling back. Luke might be a hardheaded dumbass sometimes, but they were still friends, and Alex wanted Luke to see that he wasn’t the failure he thought he was.

“Sure, because we were the ones moping,” Alex rolled his eyes and heaved himself up, tugging Reggie up behind him, and headed to the door, yelling back over his shoulder-

“Last one into my parent’s kitchen gets the armchair!”

The rest of the boys launched after him, knowing the stakes of being forced to sit alone on the Mercer’s uncomfortable armchair versus being able to crowd together on their couch was more important than whatever claims of friendship came before. Bobby attempted to shove Luke behind him, only managing to allow Reggie to get a head start, and scuffled at the doorway, Luke pulling at his shirt and biting at his hand.

“No fair man, I was already farther away!!”

Alex only laughed, throwing open the door to his house and making a break for the couch as the other boys tumbled in after him.

“Hey mom!” He called out, “The boys are trying to kill m-” He was interrupted by a decorative pillow to the face and a crow of laughter from Luke as Reggie gave Bobby a high-five.

“Oh hi boys, I didn’t know you’d be coming in today! Reggie, it’s so nice to see you again, how’s your sister?” Mary Mercer walked in smiling from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

“And Luke!! I haven’t seen you in weeks besides creeping into our garage to play that marvelous music of yours. When do you plan on giving us a concert? I expect a friends and family discount of course,” She winked and gave a small chuckle.

“Paul and I have loved hearing you boys practice, and you’ve developed so much just this summer! Of course, I’ve always loved your music, but lyrically? Why, you’ve become a genius when it comes to lyrics. We’re so proud of you.”

She squeezed Bobby’s shoulder and gave him a fond smile before heading back to the kitchen.

“I made some sugar cookies and lemonade; I’d planned to bring it out to you boys, but since you’re inside now… Well, might as well enjoy the air conditioning.”

Luke, who had practically bloomed like a flower previously wilting, followed her into the kitchen, his smile now genuine and brighter than the sun itself, and the rest of the band followed.

“Say Mrs. Mercer, do you think we really could do a concert?”

The boys had sat down at the kitchen table, quickly downing most of the cookies, and Luke had taken the pause in eating to probe what Mrs. Mercer had said earlier. She stilled from where she stood at the sink and hesitated before turning to look at the boys with a gentle smile.

“Of course I do, Luke. Mr. Mercer and I have always admired your talents, and all of you boys are amazing musicians. I would love to see you build your skills even more, and I’m certain other people would adore your music.”

Alex watched as Luke grinned and tucked into another cookie, warmth filling his chest.

And later, when his mom pulled him aside and asked if Luke was doing alright, he pulled her into a tight hug and replied, “I’m pretty sure he’s doing a lot better, thanks to you.”

Alex wasn’t sure what to think when his chest started tightening and his breathing became erratic and painful. Maybe he was dying. Maybe he had a terrible hidden sickness and now something had triggered it and, oh God maybe he was dying.

He was dying and he didn’t tell his mom that he loved her that morning, and Luke didn’t know that he was one of the most incredible songwriters Alex had ever known. He couldn’t breathe and Reggie didn’t know that he meant the world to Alex, and Bobby didn’t know just how fucking much Alex cared and how much he loved it when Bobby gave him one of his rare hugs.

Because now Alex was dying and he couldn’t breathe and everything was foggy and maybe he was sobbing but his chest was so tight that he couldn’t see how he could breathe in enough to cry, let alone sob. And this was it, wasn’t it? Alex was dying alone and it was so fucking stupid because how did he go from writing his essay for English homework to this? To this sobbing panicked mess, rocking on the floor?

He was fucking dying and it was on his kitchen floor. And he was freezing and sweating and God, his stomach hurt too and maybe he wasn’t dying, maybe Alex was just going to lay there and be tortured. Nope, he was going to die, and holy fuck he wasn’t ready for heaven. His heart was going a mile a minute, and of course this was going to be how he died and-

His death was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder and Alex tried jerking away but he couldn’t move. He could only shake and suck in for breath as the hand carefully pulled him into a sitting position and a low voice started pushing through the fog in his brain.

“Alex? Alex, bud… breathe with me, okay? It’ll be okay.”

But how could he fucking breathe? How could Alex breathe when it felt like his heart was going to explode at any second, his lungs captured in a vice, when his mind couldn’t hold onto a single thought for more than a second-

“Alex, you gotta work with me kid, you just gotta breathe, okay? Breathe in for as long as you can, and then hold that breath. You got it ‘Lex, c’mon, breathe with me. Alright, slow breath out now- you got it-”

And then the hand was his father, and the voice telling him to breathe was his dad, telling him he loved him and that it was okay, that Alex was okay.

Alex kept breathing, and his dad kept holding his hand, and telling him he could do it, that he was proud. Eventually Alex’s heart rate slowed, and while he felt nauseous and exhausted, he could breathe now.

It was okay, he was okay.

“Dad?”

“Yeah ‘Lex?”

“I… Thank you.”

“Always kiddo. And Alex?” Alex looked up at his dad and gave a weak hum. “If you have another panic attack, tell me? You don’t need to be going through that alone.”

Alex nodded and sagged back into his father’s waiting arms.

He was okay.

“Alex! C’mere really quick, I need your help with something!”

Alex looked up from where he sat cross-legged on the floor of his room at the sound of his dad’s voice. He sighed and pushed himself up, ruffling Bobby’s hair on his way out. The band had been brainstorming which songs to perform at their next gig, not that it was going to be very big, but Alex figured that Luke and Reggie were more of the brains of that particular operation, so he set off without a complaint.

Bobby swatted at his hand and rolled onto his back, closing his eyes and leaving Reggie and Luke to be the only one’s actually going through their songs.

“Yeah dad?” Alex leaned over the staircase railing, eyeing the way his father sat hunched over at the table, a scratch piece of paper in front of him, and a pencil tucked behind his ear. Paul Mercer was a tall man with piercing blue eyes, soft brown hair, and a wry smile. Alex liked to think he took after him, aside for the blondness of his own hair.

“Ah, Alex. Can you come over here? I’m making a list.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at that.

“O….kay?” He hopped off the last step and pulled up a chair beside his dad, taking a closer glance at the paper.

Extra blankets

Extra pillows

(extra clothes??)

Pool money for mini fridge

Add loft

“Dad, what’s all this for?”

His father scrubbed a hand over his face, pulling his hand down to rest his chin on his palm.

“I’ve been thinking, well, your mother and I have been, and… your friends…”

“Yeah?” Alex’s voice was sharp, but his dad was acting weird, and he was protective of the boys.

“They don’t have the best home life, so your mom and I were thinking about making the garage more your space. The couch is already in there, so we figured, if you boys wanted, to give it fully to the band. Blankets and pillows for when one of them needs to stay over, a fridge, which, granted, you boys would need to pay for part of it, some odds and ends you boys might need. What do you think?”

Alex turned his eyes up to his father’s and worked his jaw, his throat tight.

“Dad… That’d be great, yeah.”

His dad’s face broke into a relieved smile, and he clapped Alex on the back.

“Alright, well then. You can go back up, but if you think of anything to add, I’m drawing blanks for anything else.”

“Yeah, okay, thanks dad.”

When Alex walked back into his room a few minutes later, Luke and Bobby in an arm-wrestling competition on his bed, Reggie egging them on, he rolled his eyes and smiled.

He was grateful that his parents cared as much for these dumbasses as he did.

“Alright boys, break it up!” He sat on the bed with them, giving a yelp when Bobby launched at him and put him in a headlock before rubbing his knuckles on his head.

He smiled.

+1.

“Supper’s ready!” Mary Mercer called from the dining room, and Alex took a shaky breath and rubbed his sweaty palms on the front of his shirt before walking into the room and sitting at the table.

His dad wandered in next, pressing a kiss to his mom’s forehead, and settling hard into the chair across from Alex.

“Ah! Chicken pot pie! Delicious.”

Alex gave a half-hearted nod of agreement, his stomach churning as he eyed the food in front of him. This was usually one of his favourite meals.

“Well, shall we say grace?” The family of three held hands, Mr. Mercer saying a short blessing while Alex sent up his own frantic plea.

Just let them accept me, God, please.

“-Amen.”

Mrs. Mercer began serving the food and Alex waited anxiously until all of their plates were full to interject.

“Hey mom, dad?” His stomach twisted harder, and he felt his face already heating up. His parents waited expectantly, his mom smiling encouragingly and his father giving a nod. He could do this.

“I’ve been thinking about this, and… I’ve been really struggling with it. It’s been this way as long as I remember, it’s not a big thing it’s just- I’m gay.”

There. It was out.

Alex’s shoulders were hunched, and his eyes tightly closed. A piece of silverware clattered on a plate, a gasp. Good sign or bad sign? Good sign or-

An awkward throat-clearing.

“Son.” His dad’s voice was low and oh shit, Alex had misjudged this and his dad wasn’t happy and-

He opened his eyes.

Fuck.

His father’s eyes were full of anger, and his mother… Alex’s mom sat in shock, her hand covering her mouth, the tablecloth in front of her a mess of food, her abandoned fork lying prone and vulnerable. Alex found himself relating to it.

“Alexander…” his mom tried, pausing a moment before giving a small unbelieving scoff. “Surely you’re joking. You know our family isn’t like that.”

“And!” Mr. Mercer added, “It’s not funny either.”

Alex’s stomach dropped even further.

“No, dad- mom- I’m actually gay. That’s just part of who I am! I’m still Alex, I just. Can’t make myself like girls.” And he should have stopped. He should have stopped before he even said anything, but he was anxious and why weren’t his parents saying it was okay? Why weren’t they saying they still loved him? And-

“I… like boys instead.”

If words could be knives then they could also be nails, and Alex had just successfully finished the construction of his very own coffin.

A chair slid across the floor, and then his father was pointing angrily and telling him to “get to his fucking room” but Mr. Mercer didn’t yell, and he didn’t swear. Mr. Mercer helped Alex through panic attacks over school, and told him stories about the ocean, and Mr. Mercer never, ever swore.

Except Alex was stumbling, shell-shocked and heartbroken, up the stairs and to his room, and his dad was turning back to his mom and saying “How the hell did we raise him to be a homosexual?” and Alex’s eyes were filling with tears, his chest was tightening up, and he couldn’t breathe.

He shut the door behind him, leaning against it and sliding to the ground as his breathing became even more ragged. Alex wasn’t okay and his parents weren’t okay with him, and as he felt another panic attack coming over him, he used the breathing exercises that the very same man who was now talking about kicking him out, had taught him.

Alex fell asleep to the sound of raised voices.

He woke up to a conversion therapy camp’s pamphlet being shoved under his door.

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purrincess-chat · 3 years

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Cat’s Definitive Ranking of Every ML Episode as of 4/22/21

Are you guys ready for this? I did the thing. You’re all welcome. Don’t ever ask me for anything again. You can watch me get progressively more unhinged in real time.

Now, just to preface this, I did not give this too much thought. Most of these are just my gut feelings. I went through every episode and just made some snap judgments based off the lasting impressions I’ve been left with. These are my opinions. If you don’t like them, tough. And also I don’t care. Go spend 4 hours making your own damn ranking. And shut the hell up. Anyway, this is probably the longest post I’ve ever made, so I’m gonna put it all under a read more. Click on it if you have an hour to read it. Okay, here we go!

1. Origins II- Good starting point for our heroes. Good establishment of canon ships and character dynamics. Umbrella scene literally stole my wallet. Cannot emphasis enough that I am whipped for the umbrella scene. I wrote a whole ass AU just to say how whipped I am for the umbrella scene. In the Rain will play at my wedding. Jk. Weddings are for suckers. But dammit if I don’t want these kids to get married. 10/10

2. Origins I- Good introduction to lore. Good introduction to characters. Good establishment of status quoyo. Just good. 10/10

3. Simon Says- Listen, I am nothing if not a shipper at heart. This episode just sparks joy. And the whole series almost ended when Gabriel almost jumped off the roof. I was really rooting for this one. This was the episode where I saw Ladrien and went yes, ma’am, I’ll have one of those. 10/10

4. Evillustrator- Are you all surprised? Cat, the MC-skeptic ranked the pivotal MC episode so highly? Well, let me tell you all a thing, I started this fandom out a MC shipper because of this episode. Their first interaction is gold. I don’t deny that. I enjoy it. This is the MC dynamic I fell in love with. Yall toxic shippers ruined MC for me when you opened your mouths and spat in the face of Ladrien and baselessly declared MC the sin-ship. We all know it’s Ladrien. Stop kidding yourselves. Boy in leather catsuit? Please. Basic ass vanilla bitches. I’m getting off-topic. Solid episode 10/10. We love to see it.

5. Stormy Weather- Baby’s first Miraculous episode. It holds a special place in my heart. It’s a solid episode. Good establishment of what the show is. Fun villain. Good times. Fond memories. 10/10

6. Riposte- Listen, I know I’m an Adrinette stan, but hear me out: Ladrien. It’s just so good. And Kagami was compelling in this episode. It was just really solid. It’s my favorite s2 episode. If you ask me if I want to rewatch Riposte, the answer is always yes. 10/10. We stan.

7. Gorizilla- Okay, so this episode has some solid Adrinette in it, but the real reason it ranks so high is that fucking Ladrien trust fall. I stare at that scene for hours, you guys. HOURS. It is absolutely just *chefs kiss*. Sometimes when I need a pick-me-up, I just go watch gifs of that catch on loop. 10/10. Beautiful. Radiant. Carefree.

8. Gang of Secrets- I have been keeping most of my opinions to myself about s4 (mostly because I’ve backed way the hell out of this fandom), but GoS was pretty solid. Gotta say, it’s the first episode in a long time with this show that made me actually excited to see what happens next. Most other episodes I was like, okay, that was cute. The show is still meh overall. But GoS really got me like oh shit, is ML good again? 10/10 for making me feel things again.

9. Oblivio- Told you guys this one was probably rated higher than I thought. Oblivio is just really fun. There is good Adrinette. That “No wonder I fell in love with you” paired with the softest of Adrien smiles just sends me. And the kisses. The unquestionable trust. These two kids literally woke up together alone in an elevator with no memories and said welp, you’re my boyfriend/girlfriend obviously, I don’t make the rules. Honestly, how anyone could argue that these two dorks aren’t made for each other after that episode is beyond me. 9/10

10. Backwarder- Okay, I know I am weird and alone for this one, but I really liked this episode. It got a lot of shit for the constipation capsule thing at the end, but like who cares? We finally got some more backstory on Fu. He got a love-interest who is dope as hell. This episode is my favorite lucky charm use ever. Like that queen DID that. I like Backwarder, guys! Fuck off. 9/10.

11. Kwamibuster- We all know I am a Marinette-stan by this point, but our girl was SHINING this episode. This bitch said gimme all them and let me go whoop this bitch’s ass, and she DID. Hawkmoth could never. Multimouse is a gift, and Marinette is a boss ass queen. 9/10

12. Chat Blanc- Listen, this episode was very good. I enjoy the idea of my children being happy in another timeline somewhere very much. We got all 4 sides of the square in an episode. It’s just really solid. I know this is the fandom’s favorite, and everyone is gonna shit their pants because it didn’t make my top 10, but this is my list. So, I put it at number 12. It’s good. I like it. It just didn’t steal my wallet like other episodes did. Put the pitchforks down. It’s gonna be okay, you can still love it more than me. 8/10

13. New York Special- I know everyone felt some type of way about this special, but I wasn’t mad at it. My perception of it might be clouded because I watched it in Disney World where I was chilling and having a great time, but like this special really did somethings for me. The Adrinette was top tier. Tippy top tier. Even though they hurt us in the end, I am okay with it because it just means the children will grow and come out stronger. I don’t care if it’s not technically canon. Ask me if I give a fuck. I don’t. I had fun here. 8/10. Solid.

14. The Collector- This one might shock a lot of you, but let me paint you a scene. It’s the first episode of s2. We have just come off a 2 year hiatus. The fandom is thriving. We’re hungry for canon content. We have hopes and dreams and expectations. Everyone is going wild with theories. This episode confirmed something that was long since obvious (in my opinion) and ended the stupid arguments people had been having. It made Gabriel actually seem semi-competent. We got our first taste of how Chat/Adrien will react to his dad being Hawkmoth. We got a peek at their life. Adrien’s isolation and sadness. They were so close to figuring it out. The battle was epic. Like Collector really had them on the ropes there for a second. It’s a solid episode, yall. I’m not wrong. Hate me all you want, but this episode brought it. 8/10

15. Despair Bear- Is this episode up this high because of the Adrinette slow dance scene? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT IS. Okay, but fr though, shipping aside, this episode gave us hope that Chloe was actually gonna redeem herself. I mean, she didn’t but, we didn’t know that at the time. Seeing her run around trying to be nice was fun. And then she actually did something good, and we had a moment of okay, she’s capable. We’ll get there. We didn’t. But what a ride this episode was for making us think she would. 8/10

16. Startrain- Cat, you’re just ranking all the Adrinette episodes highest. And? What of it? Are you surprised? You clicked a blog that has simping for Adrinette in the description, and you’re surprised all my favorite episodes have Adrinette? I’m not wrong, you’re just an idiot. The Adrinette nap cuddles aside though, this was a pretty good episode. If you don’t think too hard about the whole space thing, we got a look at Max’s life, his mom is a driven, smart lady doing her best. Adrien rebels against papa for once. Alya stops a Lila scheme. Chloe gets to play the hero. Alya and Nino actually investigate like the heroes they are. Gabriel gets to realize what a dumbass bitch he is. I mean. Guys. Startrain is solid. 7.5/10

17. Sapotis- This one shot up in rank for me after GoS, but tbh it’s always been a solid episode. Alyanette sleepover? Check. Alya becoming a superhero? Check. It’s a fun episode. And looking back, it’s nicely called back to later in GoS. We love it. 7.5/10

18. Sandboy- Idk why I enjoy this episode as much as I do, but I do. Sandboy is a cute bean. I love his aesthetic. We also get hilarious looks at everyone’s nightmares. “Plagg, who turned you into a sock?” cracks me up cause like Adrien, bby, no XD And Chat Noir’s nightmare. I think it would have been interesting though if since Sandboy dusted the Agreste mansion, if we got a peek at Hawkmoth’s nightmares. It would have been a nice hint of plot to go along with Master Fu’s nightmare. Also Plagg giving the akuma the slip like the clever boy we know he is deep down? 7.5/10

19. Furious Fu- If you guys haven’t realized by now that I love Fu, idk what you’re doing. Pay attention. I know that some people don’t like him, but I’m just gonna say it, you’re wrong. Fu took care of the Miracle Box for over 100 years, and this episode kind of gives some insight to what the Order was like. Very strict. Lots of rules. And ya know what, Fu said fuck the police, I’m gonna befriend these little magical demigods, and fuck off! Like what an absolute legend. I was really happy to see him living his best life, and that he and Marianne got married because it’s what he deserves. We love to see it. 7.5/10

20. Gamer- People like to shit on Marinette in this episode, but like honestly, if I were in her shoes, I’d have probably done the same thing if I had the skill. Ain’t nothing wrong with a girl trying to spend time with the boy she likes. And Tom and Sabine being absolute shipping trash. I love them. And the awkward Adrinette. The introduction of the lucky charm that Adrien STILL carries. Wholesome. This was a good episode for their friendship, and we love to see it. 7.5/10

21. Christmaster- Okay, I know a lot of people hated this episode when it aired, but I thought it was really funny? Everyone skidding around in the ice rink was hilarious. If you don’t take this episode seriously, it’s really fun. Chris is pretty cute, and damn right Ladybug is the best kid in the world. Idk. This episode is fun. I’m not mad at it. Sue me. 7.5/10

22. Weredad- What? Another MC-heavy episode in Cat’s top 30? Listen, I don’t hate canon MC. The fans just annoy me. This episode was funny. The secondhand embarrassment and cringe was real. Plagg taunting Adrien because he knows the secret was great. Marinette being a self-saving queen was great. It’s a good episode. I like MC, you guys. I do. I swear! 7.5/10

23. Miraculer- This episode was interesting to me, and I think it’s still a good development episode. For one, Sabrina finally got her own akuma episode named after her. Secondly, because it’s a big step for Chloe, just not in the way we expected. It totally makes sense that Chloe can’t have her Miraculous back because literally everyone knows her identity. Can’t argue that logic. And she is the first person to ever refuse to become akumatized, so like mad respect. I know a lot of people had high hopes for redeemed Chloe (myself included), but I think watching a character fall from revering someone to hating them is also an interesting path. The friends to enemies arc as it were. Idk. I liked this episode. It was an opportunity for Chloe to grow, even if she didn’t in the end, but we’ll talk about that later. 7.5/10

24. Lady Wifi- I like Alya. I feel like I don’t say that much, and people make some assumptions because of MDCSP, but MDCSP is just a concept I wanted to explore. It doesn’t really reflect how I feel about any one character. Except maybe Lila. And Gabe. But every other spite fic I’ve written branching from Chameleon, the class has been fine. Alya has been fine. So, let it be known that I like Alya. Lady Wifi was a fun episode. Putting aside the fact that she thought Chloe was Ladybug for no reason, I like her akuma. I like the interactions we get with LadyNoir in this episode. After GoS, this episode gets a bit funnier. It’s solid. 7/10

25. Dark Cupid- I don’t have much to say about this one. LadyNoir. That’s it. That’s the tweet. Send it. 7/10

26. Volpina- So many things about this episode. It introduced a new antagonist who we didn’t exactly 100% know was going to be an antagonist at the time. This episode sparked a lot of fun fan theories for a while. Who was Lila? How was she going to shake things up? Not to mention this episode gave us a taste of plot and lore, and set up Marinette meeting Master Fu officially. Lots of intrigue sparked from this episode. And that LadyNoir door scene? OOOOOO 7/10

27. Hearthunter- One word: Adrigaminette. This episode was so cute for them! I loved seeing them all goofing and running around together. Adrien and Kagami being absolutely in love with Marinette when her hair is down. They both love her, I don’t make the rules. Not to mention, Marinette takes a big step by letting her friends be happy without her. Kagami not wanting to hurt Marinette. The drama!! Gabriel being a messy ass bitch to his friends. It loses points for the abomination of an akuma, but overall, I wasn’t too mad at it. Yet. 7/10

28. Glaciator- More MC in Cat’s top 30? It’s more likely than you think. Listen. Listen… Listen. MC is fine. This episode was the closest thing to fanfiction that we got. The balcony scene was really sweet. I was drinking the irony. We got introduced to Andre the icecream fraud. Andre the please just give me the flavor I asked for man. I could have done without Chat pouting, but the LadyNoir in the end was pretty good. I wish they’d done more with Ladybug’s feelings for Chat. Had her question herself a bit more after this one, but overall, it’s cute. 7/10

29. Zombizou- A lot of people started hating Mlle. Bustier after this episode, and like I can kind of see it, if I squint, but I did not draw that same conclusion from this episode. Mlle. Bustier just wants good things for all of her students. They’re 14 ffs, she just wants to be a good influence on all of her students and wants them all to be successful. But go off, I guess? Plus, this episode was basically just a spoof on zombie apocalypse movies. We got so many things. Julerose, Myvan, DJWifi. Chloe actually showing some depth and emotion. LadyNoir. We won this episode, babes. Sorry you didn’t get the memo. 7/10

30. Timetagger- Okay. This is the last episode in the ones that I’d venture to call “good.” Number 30. I enjoyed Timetagger. I know people have feelings about timey-wimey bullshit, and like I’m not gonna lie and say I’m thrilled with it either (I mean, I changed the rabbit’s power in MDCSP) but that being said, Timetagger was so sassy. Bunnix was cool as hell. We get to see that LB and CN are still doing the thing in the future. So many questions sparked from this episode. It was fun. Idk. I liked it. That’s all I got. 7/10

31. Malediktator- Okay, from this point on, less comments because this is the section that are more or less just meh to me. Like they’re fine. This episode was fine. Chloe was fine. Chat playing with the laser was cute. 6.5/10

32. Mayura- Adrien’s speech at the end. Nuff said 6.5/10

33. Ikari Gozen- Ryuko/Ryuuko. Gals being pals. 6.5/10

34. Reflekdoll- I talked about this earlier, but I don’t hate this episode. It’s not as bad as people make it out to be. Sue me. 6.5/10

35. Anansi- Nino is the goodest boy. Also I need more of the gang taking Adrien on adventures via Facetime. Stat. 6.5/10

36. Shanghai- This one is new, and tbh I still haven’t watched it with subs, but I had a good time. Fei was cute. The boy squad was cute. Adrien bonding with Great Uncle Cheng was cute. Hawkmoth getting literally dunked on was *chefs kiss* 6.5/10

37. Gigantitan- I love overly supportive, ride-or-die girl squad. 6.5/10

38. Party Crasher- Idk why this episode was funny to me. Kim is the purest bean. We don’t deserve him. 6.5/10

39. Desperada- This episode was an emotional roller coaster, and even though we all collectively hate Aspik’s stupid egghead, we love the Ladrien this episode provided us. 6/10

40. Oni-chan- Listen, I loved seeing Lila get a tiny bit of karma even if she made it up in the end. I loved Chat going off on her. I loved seeing her get outsmarted in the end. 6/10

41. Frightningale- My good lesbian Clara Nightingale. We stan. 6/10

42. Style Queen- I like Audrey in a “she’s the worst person I’ve ever met, I want to travel the world with her” kind of way. She’s funny to me. Idk. I love her firing everyone. She’s the one I love to hate. She’s the worst, but we love her for it. Plus this episode gave us Plagg’s adorable little Cataclysm that destroyed half the city. 6/10

43. Gamer 2.0- Chat confidently strutting in heels made this episode worth it. And we get to see the beginning of Marinette being overwhelmed. Plus it was the return of gamer!nette. 6/10

44. Troublemaker- I don’t hate this episode as much as the next person either. It was fine. Jagged is a manchild, but we love him for it. He’s a Marinette stan which like mood. The Adrinette at the end was cute. I wasn’t mad at it. Idk. It’s fine. 6/10

45. Reflekta- Where are all my Juleka stans at? I loved the LadyNoir banter in this ep. V. cute. 6/10

46. Dark Owl- This episode was fun. And it really shows their level of trust. Plus Plagg and Tikki interacted. 6/10

47. Timebreaker- Have I ever mentioned that I like Alix? I like Alix. 6/10

48. Silencer- I don’t hate this episode as much as you’d expect me to, and that is 100% because of the LadyNoir. 5.5/10

49. Prime Queen- Chat purrs. 5.5/10

50. Syren- I think the fish power-up is adorable. Ondine is a gem. Kim is a pure bean, but we been knew. 5.5/10

51. Befana- I like Gina, but this episode fell flat for me. Almost as flat as the animation. 5.5/10

52. Reverser- Another episode that everyone hates that I am actually fine with. This episode made me like Nathaniel more. Probably because I was previously indifferent toward him. Marc is cute too. 5.5/10

53. Mr. Pigeon- Marinette is one clever girl. And the Adrinette hand-touch. 5.5/10

54. Felix- Felix is a gremlin of chaos. A true chaotic neutral. He gives his uncle the finger, and I think that’s beautiful. 5.5/10

55. Truth- Bet you expected this episode to be higher. While I did enjoy watching toxic people’s world crumble, this episode still gets a meh from me dog. 5/10

56. Lies- The Adrigami was cute, and I respect Kagami as a character. The akuma could have been better tho. 5/10

57. Princess Fragrance- Not much to say here. 5/10

58. Copycat- 5/10

59. Bubbler- 5/10

60. Mime- 5/10

61. Animan- 5/10

62. Robostus- 5/10

63. Ladybug- This episode ranks this low purely because I don’t care about GabeNath, and I hate that Lila won something in the end. But Adrien saying I won’t hesitate, bitch! At the end was nice to see. 5/10

64. Catalyst- I know I ranked Mayura way higher, but Catalyst fell flat for me. Like it was fine. Wasn’t as into it though. 4.5/10

65. Puppeteer- One of my favorite lucky charm uses. 4.5/10

66. Pixelator- My favorite Cataclysm. 4.5/10

67. Horrificator- That almost-Adrinette kiss tho 4.5/10

68. Pharaoh- 4.5/10

69. Kung Food- 4.5/10

70. Rogercop- 4/10

71. Guitar Villain- 4/10

72. Dark Blade- 4/10

73. Bakerix- 4/10

74. Antibug- And now onto the bottom 10. To start us off, I will just say: UGH, this episode annoyed me. First of all, Sabrina didn’t even get her own episode. Chloe was a piece of shit. Idk why they made Ladybug the one in the wrong when Chloe was being obnoxious. Ugh. 3/10

75. Captain Hardrock- I’m gonna be honest. My apathy for this episode has grown into loathing. Toxic stans are 100% to blame. Birthday ruining, bitches. This is the reason I threw a breakup bash after Truth. Yall deserved it. 3/10

76. Christmas Special- I didn’t hate this episode as much as everyone, but it still wasn’t great. 2.5/10

77. Stormy Weather 2.0- This episode was really dumb. It didn’t need to exist. 2.0/10

78. Queen Wasp- Why did we give Chloe a Miraculous after this episode? 2/10

79. Animaestro- Did we really need a self-insert? Did we really? 2/10

80. Puppeteer 2.0- Listen, this episode would have made more sense in s1 or at the very latest early s2. Adrien gave a whole ass speech on how great Marinette is, then he turns around and is like idk if she likes me… Clean it up. 2/10

81. Miracle Queen- I could talk at length about how much I hate the ending of this episode and what they did with Chloe and Master Fu, but we’re just going to remain calm and give it a solid 1.5/10

82. Frozer- This episode made no goddamn sense. I call bullshit on so many things. Just ugh. 1/10

83. Chameleon- Surprisingly, even though this episode sparked many, many spite fics out of me, it’s not my least favorite because at least Ladybug semi-redeemed this episode. Still really dumb and ooc tho. 1/10

84. Feast- Okay, okay, okay, here we are. Bottom of the barrel. Cat’s most hated episode, and you wanna know why? You want to know why this episode fills me with the rage? Because we spent two fucking seasons building up all this mystery and lore and intrigue surrounding Fu’s big mistake, and they dropped the fucking ball! They did my mans so dirty! They could have really deepened his character, deepened the Order, deepened anything other than whatever fucking affair Gabriel and Nathalie have going on, but NO. They made it some stupid, bland-ass thing that got resolved magically in the end, then just ignored it for the rest of the season. I will never not be salty about how they did my boy Fu in this show. I’m happy he found his peace, but fuck if I’m not livid about how they did it. Whatever. Chat being done with Ladybug’s shit when they’re about to get eaten was funny I guess. .5/10

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thewriterowl · 3 years

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in a nutshell:

why DinLuke is the perfect ship?

Well, one reason is that it is a way to re-write Luke’s story. Luke is such a sweetheart of a character who has suffered so much and doesn’t get any sort of happiness for it. This is a way for him to get happiness like he deserves but was stolen from him. Din, too, is a great character who has had it rough and should have someone like Luke in his life.

Their personalities seem to mesh very well. They have differences and different beliefs, but at their core they are very protective, good people who just want to do right.

They are clearly both starved for some sort of attention and affection, so they can basically feed the other lol

Din is just “selfish” enough about the galaxy (as in he doesn’t really care about everyone and everything that is happening) that he can sort of pull Luke back who has a massive guilt/martyr complex and thinks he has to do everything for everyone. Din would speak bluntly and firmly enough to, possibly, get Luke to listen and actually be healthy for himself.

Luke is so selfless that I think it wold really hit Din’s protective instincts. The guy has taken the Mandalorian code/lifestyle to heart and will protect even if he groans about it. But Luke is also incredibly hopeful and rather positive about people and life, something Din probably finds a bit naive, but the really influences Din’s jaded perspective.

Powercouple. Idiot with dumbass. Spot of sunshine with a guy who wants to be grumpy. Height differences. Very caring people. Daddy kink potential. Each really understanding the other on an amazing level. Happy space dads. Probably very affectionate with each other (behind closed doors, Din is a bit shy). Honest about feelings.

Truly, besides my love for making things dark, they’re so great because they are exceptionally soft, good people and their relationship (after some bumps) would be very healthy. You can just look at them and be “ok, fluff, everything is right in the world.”

They’re both also idiots which means the humor would be gold.

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eternalgoldfish · 4 years

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Steve wakes in Billy’s bed.

Steve never wakes in Billy’s bed.

But the sun is shining, and Steve’s eyes are crusted with sleep, and Billy’s back is warm and solid where it’s pressed against his, their legs touching, Billy’s dorm-issued twin-sized bed hardly large enough for one full-grown man, let alone two. Steve doesn’t remember getting under the covers, or Billy wishing him goodnight.

But the sun is shining, and Steve wonders what Billy would do if Steve rolled over an tucked an arm around his waist, pressed kisses into his neck. Steve wonders what Billy would do if Steve curled them together and called him baby.

They’re wearing underwear, so at some point, they got out of bed.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t remember anything. He remembers sitting in Billy’s car -- almost jerking off in Billy’s car. He remembers whining against Billy’s lips with Billy inside him -- Billy’s hot thighs between Steve’s legs, Billy’s fingernails digging into Steve’s hips.

He remembers falling on Billy, which. The universe couldn’t have let him get away with one bit of dignity in all that, huh?

Up until that point, he thought he’d been doing pretty fucking well, thank you very much.

Billy’d laughed and laughed, and pulled Steve on his side, and jerked Steve off until Steve was gasping and coming, toes curling, feeling drunk, and eager, and toomuchnotenoughpleasedon’tstop.

There’s just a gap in time there, clearly, because fucking into Billy’s fist doesn’t equate to waking up in his sheets.

So, Steve stays like that, back to back with Billy, wonders how much time he has until Billy wakes up, asks him to leave. Wonders how it could go if he pressed a kiss to Billy’s shoulder, danced his fingers over Billy’s arm hair, flicked his foot a certain way. Unlikely butterfly theory shit, and all that.

Then Billy fucking rolls over and wraps an arm around him, giving him a sleepy squeeze. “Dude, why’re you still here?” Billy asks.

And that’s a fucking mixed signal, Jesus Christ. But Steve has been thinking exactly the same thing, so, “If you didn’t want me to stay--”

“What?” Billy lets go of him and sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. His bun is a lop-sided disaster, but the pendent resting against his chest is gold. “It’s Friday,” he says. “You have economics at ten, or whatever, don’t you?”

And Steve does, but.

“Fuck,” Steve gets out of bed and scrabbles for his phone in his jeans, says, “Fuck,” because it’s nine forty-two.

“Bye?” Billy offers.

“Fuck.”

---

Steve’s skipped classes before, but the thing is, his mom has been wild lately about his grades, and he’s kind of bombing economics, so it’s kind of fucking important that he gets there on time, and that he actually fucking listens and takes notes, and behaves.

He’s five minutes late, but he gets there, which is kind of the point.

Not that his mind is on economics.

He’s too hung over, too weirdly wired. There’s something under his skin that he can’t itch, and for once it’s not his dick chubbing up in his jeans because Billy is sending him nudes before lunchtime.

(Although his phone does keep lighting up, so.)

(He thinks it’s maybe his heart chubbing up, and that’s definitely not good for his cholesterol, or the sticky notes left on Billy’s door, or what he’s supposed to tell his parents when they ask about his love life at Christmas.)

When he checks his phone, there are no nudes, just two texts that say,

found ur thong princess

goin 2 jerk off w it

And Steve has no fucking clue what he could have even left at Billy’s, but it definitely wasn’t a thong. He actually doesn’t even think it’s anything, just another one of Billy’s weird ways of making him fuck up in class, but it still twists something in Steve’s chest, something weird-bad. Like thinking about Billy’s other guys when they fuck -- and other girls, apparently, girls who wear thongs, so.

Steve texts back, Not mine, sorry, must be your mom’s.

Billy doesn’t text back a long while, so like, maybe he’s blown his load, or maybe he just thinks Steve is boring for not playing along. Whatever. Steve has like, actual things he needs to be doing.

But with half an hour left in class, Steve’s phone finally lights up, like, My mom left when I was ten.

And well. What? What? Steve didn’t know that, doesn’t even know how Billy feels about that, like, if he’s angry, or upset, or fucking like, anything. He tries to scroll up through their conversations looking for an answer, but he’s coming up with nothing, just raunchy one-liners and sweaty dick picks. Billy’s barbed wire and crucifix, sandy skin, golden hair.

He doesn’t know a fucking thing about Billy.

How Billy’s dick tastes doesn’t count.

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Steve doesn’t know what to say, so he just doesn’t. Like a fucking coward. He slinks to the library after class like maybe things’ll just work out if he lets them cook for a while. Like maybe all the weirdness from this morning will gloss over if he pretends it didn’t happen.

No cigar.

Billy flops into the chair across the table from him like this is nothing, normal, and Steve guesses it is, because they do study together, sometimes, but not together-together, so. Billy’s not even taking out his books, just tipping his head slightly and running his tongue over his teeth.

“Sorry?” Steve offers, like a moron.

Billy scrunches up his nose. “Sorry for what?”

And Steve doesn’t really know, so.

After a pause, Billy huffs and pushes back his hair. He’s got tacky diamond studs in his ears, the kind that make Steve want to tug on them with his teeth, see what they’re really made out of. Billy crosses his arms, says, “Guess I didn’t tell you about my fucked up family, then?” and they might as well be in the fucking Twilight Zone.

“No, uh,” Steve clears his throat, winces slightly. “We haven’t really had time?” Between all fucking. Yikes.

“Well,” Billy sneers, like, “My mom flaked, my dad is an abusive asshole, my step-mom might as well be a cardboard cut-out of a human, and my step-sister is a huge fucking bitch. I don’t want to talk about it.”

The thing is, in person, Steve can’t just leave Billy on read when he doesn’t know what the fuck to say, so he’s stuck just kind of staring, mouth partly open, running through all the whats and whys and hows. Processing months knowing Billy, fucking Billy after a party, waking up in Billy’s arms, and now whatever the fuck this is.

“You know what, fuck this.”

“Wait--” Steve snaps his books shut as Billy gets to his feet. “Sorry? Just. Sorry, I guess. Fuck. I just didn’t know what to say to that earlier, you know? A thong? That text might not have even been for me.”

“Who else could it have fucking been for?”

“I don’t know? Someone else you’re--”

Billy laughs, kind of mean. “I’m not hooking up with anyone else, you idiot. What was it you said, I ‘haven’t really had time’? I could have had anyone I wanted at that party.”

And Steve knows that, even though Billy is contradicting himself. Knowing it’s not making it any fucking better. Kind of just makes Steve want to die.

“But you wanted to fuck me.”

“Yeah, I wanted to fuck you.”

They’re talking way too loud for being in the quiet study zone.

“Do you want to fuck me right now?”

“I kind of want to punch your face in.”

Steve lets out a slow breath. “Cool, so we’re just back in fucking September again.”

Billy snatches his keys from where he threw them on the table and grabs his bag from the floor. “Shut the fuck up, come on.”

But Billy doesn’t punch him when they get outside the building, like he might have in September. He crowds Steve up against the wall, pushes Steve’s shoulders until his head hits brick. With the way the stairs jut out, there is just enough space between them and the hedges that they probably won’t get seen, and Steve’s worried about no one finding his corpse for about five seconds before Billy’s lips are on his, kisses all clicking teeth and fingers digging into his sweater.

It should make him angry.

It’s kind of erotic.

(It’s kind of confusing, but Billy’s slipping his hand into his sweatpants, and they’re kind of in public, and Steve really doesn’t need a criminal history, but)

He bucks against Billy’s palm, wants his hands on Billy’s skin. Wants to think this is maybe a solution, with Billy’s teeth grazing over his neck, Billy laughing softly in his ear.

“You like to get off in public?” he asks, and Steve is pretty positive he’s shut that down about a million times, but Billy’s kissing him in earnest, playing with his cock, and well.

Steve can’t exactly hide how fucking hard he is when things are already this far gone.

“You got something to say to me, Pretty Boy?”

Steve tugs on Billy’s hair. “Like what?”

“A sorry, maybe, since I’m being so forgiving.”

“I said sorry,” but it’s shaky, kind of airy. “If the campus police--”

“Guess you better be quick, then.”

And Billy is confusing, disgusting, infuriating, gorgeous, and Steve is a complete dumbass, so he whines, “C’mon, I’ll blow you in my room--” which absolutely does not work.

“Or you could blow me here.”

Which Steve is definitely not going to do, but the idea makes his breath catch, has him moaning softly as Billy tugs on his bottom lip. Faintly, he realizes he had more resolve when he was drunk than he does now, and that’s not something he really wants to investigate, not when he’s unzipping Billy’s jeans and jerking Billy in return, heart thumping and skin tingling each time the library door opens and slams shut.

Billy’s teeth are on his cheek, breathing hot in his ear, murmuring, “Someone is going to hear you,” like Billy isn’t also making noise with every breath, fucking into Steve’s hand like they’re on a clock. Like he’s trying to get Steve’s hand fucking pregnant.

“Sorry,” Steve says, mostly a gasp. “Sorry, sorry.”

Meaningless. Billy doesn’t need it, can’t with how smug he is when Steve comes first, with how he almost breaks their cover laughing when he wipes Steve’s come on the inside of Steve’s sweatpants. He comes with his nose in Steve’s neck, hands gripping Steve’s hips, and it’s.

Well, it’s kind of mortifying.

But Billy is laughing again, knocking away Steve’s hand so he can fix himself back in his jeans, and Steve should be angry, but.

“What was that about blowing me on your rich boy sheets?” Billy asks.

They have to change their pants now anyway.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things fanficton #my fic #does anyone even remember that i WRITE THESE i am sorry

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sullustangin · 3 years

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Space Barbies: Cinnamon Roll Edition

Eva Corolastor is my smuggler in fan fiction, but she technically doesn’t exist in SWTOR beyond a low-level on Ord Mantell (who already has 7 outfit slots, heh). I have Not!Eva who looks the same but does bad things (like killing Space Boyfriend’s Dad and everyone else except Space Boyfriend and Koth). Not!Eva is about to start Ossus.

My actual main on SWTOR at the moment -- the one through all the content -- is my super light-sidey smuggler, Dyo. I rolled Dyo years ago, when my partner tried to get me into SWTOR during the Hutt Cartel (I think? It was when Cathar were first playable), because he figured I liked Han Solo and I did cat rescue, so a Cathar smuggler was sure to get me hooked.

I didn’t get hooked until Christmas Break 2019 when I (confused, since I hadn’t touched that smuggler in years) played through and met Theron Shan. I started writing fic about a different, darker smuggler in Feb 2020 (Eva didn’t have a name yet).

I imagine Dyo to be sweet as hell but not particularly bright. She’s the type of smuggler that falls upward; Dyo has to be dragged along by Risha in terms of schemes, saved by Akaavi and Bowdaar, and typically just wastes time with Guss and Corso. She owns the ship so she can’t get fired. She’s everyone’s dumbass little sister with a heart of gold.

If I were to put Dyo into the same universe as Eva (the ‘real’ smuggler, the Voidhound), I’d have to say she’s in Voidfleet. She thinks Eva is so cool. She’s not ambitious; she sticks to her routes and does a good job with that. Honestly, how I designed Dyo ultimately is what I imagine Hylo, Eva’s deified cat, to look like.

So here’s what I have her in

Remnant Underworld Knight Headgear

Rem Dreadguard Smuggler Jacket

Rem Arkanian Inquisitor cuffs

Onderon Targeter gloves

Remnant Arkanian Agent Leggings

Rem Yavin Agent belt

Rem Dreadguard BH Boots

And Dark Red and Dark Grey dye pack from the Cartel Certificate vendor for like 15-25k credits (?) on Fleet. I love this dye pack and use it a LOT. Case in point -- the Rishi armor set:

This is just the Entertainer’s set bonus; I don’t use it for the stats, just the looks. No dyes or anything; I thought it looked good on her as is.

#swtor #space barbies #smuggler oc #dye packs #armor set

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years

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The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 31

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Injuries

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 31: Home

You fell endlessly. Indefinitely.

Down, down, down.

There was darkness and there was silence.

There was pain.

But most significantly, there was emptiness.

You were alone, you realized, before falling again.

You came to that realization over and over, each time your breath growing heavier, your heart becoming smaller. You couldn't stand it.

You let yourself fall one last time.

* * *

When you woke for real, all you could feel at first was the helmet on your head. It pressed against your temples securely and held an amount of warmth that the rest of your body didn't seem to have. You tapped at the visor, the night vision display flickering a few times before coming into focus.

There was no sky above you, only a mess of rubble and pipes. You couldn't tell where you were or how far you had fallen. Only that you were alive.

You gulped in a panic, wanting to test your limbs and functions, unsure what the damage was. That's when you became aware that your shoulder was in a sling across your chest, and that your body was laying on something soft.

"Easy there, little missy," came a familiar voice beside you as soon as you tried to sit up. A hand guided you to lay back down, and then the wrinkled face of Hondo Ohnaka appeared above you with a small smile.

You blinked in confusion, unable to remember what had happened after you'd fired that gun. You turned your head around, seeing that you were laying on some sort of blanket. A long, mirrored pod hovered just beside you, within the the space of rubble that had conveniently fallen at angles against each other. Boxes were strewn about, random contents dumped alongside them. Quadoro was tinkering with something in a panel on the pod.

"Those things are a nightmare fit into, even trickier to pilot," Hondo explained. "We fumbled around the cliffs for a while, and then saw your little explosion. And by little, I mean big. I don't know what you were trying to do, missy, but you're lucky we were there to break your fall."

You swallowed a few times, looking for your voice. "I was trying to... end it. All of it."

Hondo cocked his head at you and hummed. "Well, that's one way to do it, I suppose."

You weren't sure why, but you suddenly found yourself laughing. It started as a chuckle and then turned into an uncontrollable fit of laughter that shook your entire body and brought tears out of your eyes. Hondo couldn't help but giggle along, though he was clearly worried you'd lost all of your sanity.

"Did you hit your head too hard?" he asked, trying to get you to lay back down again. You'd sat up, curled slightly inward as you rode out your last wave of laughter, and waved him off so you could enjoy the feeling.

It was like a lifetime of worry and frustration and fear had finally been released. Everything that had built inside of you these past couple of months, trapping itself deep inside and threatening to push you down forever. All gone. Your plan had worked, and even though you'd been prepared to go down with it, you hadn't. You were alive.

You were free.

As you caught your breath, Quadoro wiggled out from under the pod and came over. "Alright, trackers should be disabled now."

"Should be, or they are?" Hondo asked, still looking at you with concern. "If everyone thinks this girl is dead, we need to keep it that way."

"They are," Quadoro asserted.

"Good, good." Hondo held onto your upper arm, the one that wasn't wounded, and made to help you stand up. "Let's get her back to her family, now."

* * *

You rested most of the way, paying no mind to Hondo's incessant backtracking and detours, and the subsequent extra time it added to the trip. He was taking no chances, and after you'd just taken the biggest risk of your life, you appreciated his efforts.

Eventually, you found yourself being dropped off at the coordinates from Boba's helmet. It was a beach, pristine and deserted, save for the ship parked on the coastline, and the two people waiting for you by the water. Hondo and Quadoro gave you another salute before heading off to have a drink in the nearby town, not wanting to intrude on your reunion.

You first took off your shoes, relishing in the feeling of warm sand between your toes as you stepped out onto the beach. Waves lapped beside you and seagulls called out above you. You weren't sure what planet this was, but you knew Boba had picked it specially for you.

It was your mom that got your first hug, not having the patience for your strolling, running up to meet you instead. Your shoulder was out of the sling, but still bandaged and sore, so you cradled Boba's helmet beneath it and returned her embrace with your other arm.

"I did it, Mom," you said through her hair as it blew across your face in the breeze. "The generator's gone. No more portals. They won't need to look for you or Dad anymore."

She pulled back and held the sides of your face, just as she had back on Eadu.

"I'm very proud of you," she whispered, her eyes bright with tears. "But I'm even more relieved that you're okay."

You nodded, your gaze flicking behind her to where Boba stood off to the side. He had changed into fresh clothes, slacks and a white shirt that made his skin seem even darker. His hands were in his pockets and he was gazing out at the ocean.

When you looked back at your mom, she had a smirk.

"I told him he could come with us," she said. She moved a hand over the helmet you still had under your arm, rubbing some of the dirt off absentmindedly. "But I think he'd rather stay out of it... do his own thing...."

"Come with us?" you echoed her words.

"To find your father. And any of the others who are still out there. I have some ideas where they might be. It's time for our family to be back together again."

You looked down at the sand, wiggling your toes in and out of the grains. Your rings caught the sunlight as they moved around. Gold and silver. Old and new.

You'd envisioned a future with Boba, agreed to start a new life with him once you got your questions answered. But you'd made that assurance when you'd thought your past was behind you, before you'd known your family was still alive. Did that change anything? Would you need to rework those plans?

"Of course...," your mom drew your gaze back up, "it will take some time to track them all down. And who knows... maybe they've all found ways to move on... like you have."

She smiled at you, the kind of motherly smile that let you know no matter what choices you made, you'd always have her love.

You were glad she was alive, that you weren't as alone in this big, crazy galaxy as you had once thought. But even if your life hadn't ended up this way, if you had stayed on your planet and remained none the wiser to all the other peoples and experiences out in that unknown space, there would've come a time where you would've moved on anyway. You would've grown and learned and lived a life of your own creation. And that's exactly what you still intended to do.

Your family and your past would always be a part of you. But now you had more. More to explore, more to learn, and more to love.

Your mom knew that, just as she seemed to know everything. Her eyes squinted playfully.

"Do you think Hondo would be willing to help me out?" she asked, looking off in the direction he'd left. "Seems like he'd be a fun travel partner."

You laughed. "Probably. Just don't double cross him. He has a thing about honor."

"Well it's settled, then." She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "We'll keep in touch, hun. This won't be good-bye... just a simple, see you later."

You nodded and went in for another hug. "See you soon."

* * *

You saddled up to Boba, brushing your arm against his. You looked up at him as he gazed out at the ocean. His skin glistened in the sunshine, his curls rustled in the breeze. You weren't sure why you had ever stopped yourself from finding him attractive.

"I'm sorry," you said, finally turning toward the water yourself. Waves rolled gently from the horizon toward the shore, its foamy remnants eventually lapping up to tickle your toes. "I'm sorry I played that song and I'm sorry I didn't stick to the plan and I'm sorry that I yelled at you and worried you and almost didn't even come back to you."

He stood tall, his muscles pleasantly taught against his shirt, and yet it was the most relaxed you'd ever seen him. He didn't answer you right away, but when he did, his voice was quiet.

"Your mom told me about everything. To think I was working for your parents this whole time." He chuckled once and finally turned to face you. "I'm really happy for you. I'm glad you have a chance to start over and be with your family again."

He really believed you would leave him, that you would go back on every promise you'd made to him. He wasn't relaxed; he was sad.

You shook your head and let his helmet fall into the sand by your feet, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. "Dumbass, you're my family now."

You kissed him, just as you wished you had in that ravine. His lips were warm and pliant, and after a second of hesitancy on his side, he finally wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up to him, kissing you back properly. You hoped your mom's attention was occupied elsewhere as you expressed every ounce of love you had for this man.

When you broke, breathless, you could tell he had let go of his sadness and was allowing himself to be happy - or at least, as happy as his frown lines would let him appear. You kissed at the particularly prominent crease in between his eyebrows, causing his face to scrunch up even more.

"I love you," you said.

He set you down and just looked at you for a while. You could see his throat bobbing as he struggled to swallow a few times. Was he going to cry? Was your fearless bounty hunter finally acting emotional?

But after a moment more, he nodded, as if finally accepting your words as not only truth, but also something he was deserving of. "I love you, too."

You liked hearing him say your name, and when he uttered it again, softly and delicately, you got a little chill up your spine.

"Hey, careful," he said suddenly, his gaze having noticed something on the ground. He dipped down to pick up his helmet as the incoming tide crept ever further up the bank.

"I like this thing," you said as he brought it between you, shaking off some sand. "I think I'll keep it."

He shot you a look, making you giggle. "You can get your own."

"But it helped save my life. It's a matter of sentiment now." You cocked your head playfully at him.

"Whatever," he huffed, pretending to be annoyed. "Maybe we'll share it."

He bent down to kiss you again, smiling the whole way through.

* * *

You woke up, blinking slowly at your surroundings. There was the familiar paneling of the Slave I's interior, the dim glow of its lights, the gentle hum of its engines. Things you had seen and heard and been around for long enough, but were just now coming into focus in a way that made you feel like you were really, truly noticing it all for the first time.

In the back of your mind, a few simple thoughts repeated themselves, as they often did when things were quiet... You were free. Your family was alive. Everything was okay.

There was a warmth beside you. You turned slightly, finding yourself nestled alongside Boba Fett. One of his arms was stretched out under your neck, the other draped lazily across your body. His chest rose and fell in a simple rhythm by your head. His face was relaxed and serene.

You reached up to graze your fingers along his hairline, brushing aside his curls. His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile sneaking across his face. He turned to lay on his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you with him.

Your head rested on his chest, taking in the steadiness of his heartbeat beneath you. He was here. He was yours. But an even more powerful realization overcame you, making your heart swell full. You grinned against his chest and felt him smiling into your hair in return.

You were home.

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hopeisour4letteredword · 4 years

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proof of patience ch1

Summary: In which Flynn grows a beard, and Yuri tries really hard to be a good boyfriend, even when he’s tired. Flynn tries... a little less hard.

Read it here or check the notes for the link to AO3.

Yuri climbs in through Flynn's window just after dawn, and Flynn is nowhere to be seen. Shit. Yuri is on a healthy distraction mission. He was hoping he'd have time to ambush Flynn before he got started on his day.

"That dumbass better not be working at this hour," he says to himself, swinging his legs in from the windowsill to climb fully into the room.

"The dumbass is in the bathroom," Flynn calls, muffled through the door. Oh. Oops.

"Cool, thanks. I'll wait out here. Snoop through your stuff."

"You can come in," Flynn says. "I'm just about to shave."

"Shave away the hours of your youth?" Yuri opens the bathroom door enough to peek inside. Flynn, standing in front of the mirror, glances over to give him an indulgent smile that Yuri is going to stubbornly pretend does nothing to his heart, thank you very much. The contents of his shaving kit are spread haphazardly across the countertop. "Why are you shaving at dawn?"

"So I don't turn up at my morning meeting looking disheveled," Flynn says. He goes back to arranging his shaving setup. Yuri slips fully into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself, and hops up to sit on a clear space of counter. It leaves him in arm's reach of Flynn. He exercises this ability by reaching up to pat Flynn's jaw and scratch his fingernails through the short, stiff hair. Flynn's eyelashes flutter closed as he leans into the touch. "Mm. That's nice."

"You've missed a few days," Yuri says. Probably more like a week, at least. He doesn't like that, less because of how Flynn looks and more because... well. If Flynn isn't even finding the time to shave, what else is he skipping? "Busy, are you?"

Flynn cracks an eye open. "Did Hanks send you to yell at me again?"

"He didn't send me, but he might have tipped me off that you've been working too hard."

Flynn puts his shaving soap to the side; his arrangement is completed now, but instead of starting his shave, he turns to Yuri. He strokes his knuckles along Yuri's cheek. "Hanks knows damn well what he's doing when he makes you worry about me. Don't make excuses for him."

"Grouchy," Yuri murmurs. He lets his own hand fall from Flynn's face. "Who's worried? Not me."

Flynn makes the same soft, amused sound he always makes when Yuri tries to deflect accusations that he cares. He rubs a thumb over Yuri's cheekbone. "So you climbed through my window at dawn to check up on me for completely non-worried reasons?"

"Check up on you? Psh," Yuri says. He kicks out a leg, hooking it around the back of Flynn's thigh to try to pull him closer. "Nah. I'm just here to catch you alone so we can fool around. Totally for my own benefit."

"Uh-huh," Flynn says, unimpressed. He lets Yuri's heel drag uselessly across the back of his thigh, unmoved. "At dawn."

"I would say I just know what I'm dealing with, but I did actually think you'd be in bed for at least a little longer. So really you're even worse than I was accounting for."

"I've got a long day today," Flynn says. "I wanted to get a head start on it."

"When's your meeting?"

"...Eight. But I wanted to meet with the Captains before we—"

"At what time?"

"Seven thirty."

"You need two hours to shave?"

"Like you know anything about how long it takes to shave," Flynn huffs. He pinches Yuri's smooth cheek. "Babyface."

Yuri mock-snaps at his fingers. Flynn snatches his hand back. "Don't be jealous just because I don't need to worry about accidentally slitting my own throat."

"Those of us who are actually capable of patience don't have to worry about that," Flynn counters. Fucking finally, he leans in to give Yuri a gentle, chaste kiss on the mouth. Yuri closes his eyes as he presses back into it.

"Can be patient," he mumbles, against Flynn's lips. Flynn huffs a disbelieving laugh.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm-hm."

"In that case," Flynn says, pulling back—when Yuri blinks his eyes back open, he's smirking. "You can wait until I'm done shaving to have your fun."

Yuri groans over-dramatically in defeat, letting himself slump back against the wall. He doesn't mind that much, really. He is tired from getting up for this. He wishes Flynn wasn't up so damn early, burning the candle at both ends, but he's definitely not about to go back to sleep now, so there's not much Yuri can do about that one. And Flynn saying he has to wait to have his fun is as good as a promise that he will be having his fun, which means Yuri can hack out whatever chunk of time before his meeting Flynn would have spent rereading every report under the sun that was even tangentially relevant. That's Yuri's time, now. He can force Flynn to relax for a few minutes.

Anyway, it's not all that bad to wait quietly in Flynn's space while he shaves. It's peaceful, and his soap and aftershave smell nice, and at least Flynn is doing something to take care of himself. Yuri won't admit it out loud, but he likes the slivers of domesticity they manage to wring out of their busy lives. He basks in Flynn's proximity, watching as he rinses and lathers his face. He might zone out a little. He doesn't think he dozes off; his eyes are open and he's awake. That's how he can appreciate the moment, after all. Aside from their breathing, the only sound is the splash of water whenever Flynn rinses the razor between strokes.

"Maybe I should just grow it out," Flynn says, thoughtfully, as he drags the razor along the curve of his jaw. Yuri's not really listening, nodding along as he watches the lather and stubble disappear and leave smooth, soft skin in their wake. "Not have to deal with shaving for a while. That might be more convenient."

Yuri makes an absentminded sound of agreement. After a second, his brain kicks back into gear, and he frowns. "Pretty sure people with beards still have to do some grooming."

"Hm. I suppose it depends on the look you're going for."

"Well, I'm pretty sure people with beards who want to look reputable have to do some grooming, oh great Commandant."

Flynn grins as he pauses to rinse his razor again. "I don't know, some people are into rugged beards, aren't they?"

Is he actually considering this?

"Are you serious?"

"Not about not grooming," Flynn says. He still has a faint smile as he resumes shaving. He's almost done with one side. "I might be serious about the beard. What's your opinion?"

"My opinion?"

"Yeah. Do you think it would be an improvement?"

What would Flynn look like with a beard? He never tried growing out his facial hair when they were teenagers, or ever, that Yuri knows of. The short fuzz he's shaving off right now is about as long as Yuri's ever seen on him. How would a full beard look? Would it be the lighter blond hair that's on the top of Flynn's head, or the dark gold of his eyelashes? How would it change the shape of his face? That probably depends on the style he would wear it in... Why would Flynn want to grow a beard? Is this another attempt to present himself as mature, as a young man in a position of high authority? Did Finath have a beard when they were kids and Yuri's just forgotten about it? At least if he had, Yuri would have some frame of reference for how it would look on Flynn. But no, he realizes abruptly, he doesn't actually want to think about Flynn's dad when he's trying to decide whether Flynn would look hot with a beard; that's no good at all.

Scrambling for a safe answer, Yuri manages, "I like your face just fine the way it is."

Flynn blinks, then beams at him and ducks close unexpectedly to rub his nose against Yuri's. Yuri's startled inhale gets him a mouthful of lather from the side Flynn hasn't shaved yet. "Aww, Yuri. That's sweet."

"Flynn—Flynn, ew—" Yuri splutters, shoving him away and leaning across the counter to spit in the sink. Turns out the mouthfeel and flavor of soap has not improved since Hanks washed out his mouth for swearing when he was a kid. "Bleh—you got soap in my mouth! Gross."

When Yuri glances up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Flynn looks entirely too entertained. "I like your face the way it is, too."

"I like your face a lot fucking less right now," Yuri grumbles, retreating back to his corner of the counter with a scowl. "Jerk."

"Just trying to liven things up for you. I thought you were starting to look a little bored."

"Getting soap in my mouth is not a cure for boredom!" And he wasn't bored in the first place, but he's not about to tell Flynn he's content just to be enjoying his company.

"Seemed exciting to me."

"I'm leaving," Yuri complains, and makes no move to go anywhere at all. Flynn laughs and brings the razor back to his face. "You don't deserve my intervention."

"For my work habits or for the beard?"

"Grow a beard if you want a damned beard. You don't need my permission. It's your face."

"You're the one who has to kiss this face, though."

"I don't have to," Yuri says, and has no fucking idea whether he means that as a threat or a reassurance. Both, possibly. "And your dashing good looks don't hurt, but they aren't the primary reason I do it, so do what you want."

Flynn makes a face that suggests he wants to shower Yuri with more affection for that one, but he restrains himself. Thank the gods. Yuri doesn't want another mouthful of soap. He leans back against the wall and tries to ignore the faint aftertaste in his mouth as Flynn steadily shaves the other side of his face. At least he's not in danger of dozing off again. He feels fully awake now.

Finally, Flynn ducks down to thoroughly rinse away the last of the lather. Face still dripping into the sink, he reaches over to nudge Yuri without looking. "Pass me a towel?"

Yuri passes him the towel. Flynn carefully pats his face dry, and the next time he reaches over to nudge Yuri, Yuri shoves a new towelette into his hand before he can make contact. Flynn snorts fondly as he covers the bottle of aftershave with it and tips some out to soak into the fabric.

"Sure you aren't impatient?"

"I'm just being efficient," Yuri says, reasonably. "I already knew what you were going to do next. Why bother waiting for you to ask for it?"

"You've never been efficient a day in your life," Flynn says, wiping his jaw with the aftershave in easy, practiced motions. Then, in a spectacularly low blow, he says, "I mean, remember when you tried to fix the plumbing for the Lower Quarter?"

"Shut up, geez." Yuri kicks him, lightly. Like the ordeal with the aque blastia even counts. "I can't believe I got up early for you to be mean to me."

"I know. You could've just as easily waited until evening for me to be mean to you." Flynn tidies away the components of his shaving kit quickly, then sets it aside to give Yuri his full attention. As he leans in, he murmurs, "Glad you didn't, though."

"Oh?"

"Mm. Great start to my morning." He eases Yuri into a slow kiss, drawing back just enough to add, "Much nicer than shaving alone."

"I can think of some other more interesting ways to spend your morning than shaving alone," Yuri says, and when he hops down from the counter to pull Flynn back into the bedroom, Flynn follows easily.

Yuri's got other things to think about after that, and he forgets all about most of the conversation. Why would he remember it? He and Flynn say all kinds of nonsense to each other as banter. It's not like it will come up again, right?

#fluri #flynn scifo #yuri lowell #tales of vesperia #long post

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mikenewtonhateblog · 4 years

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My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin.

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

#no i am not looking for critiques on them #i get my critiques elsewhere lmao #my ocs

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cami-chats · 3 years

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Year Of Fanfic 2020

684,938 words

WHAT A YEAR. Wow. 684,938 words published on AO3!!! (I’d say about 50k of that wasn’t actually written this year and is instead from WIP’s that started from previous years, but that still leaves me with a solid 600k words. which. geez.)

Last year was at 400k, and my goal for this year was to stay around that area, not PASS IT BY 200K. I’m not expecting this to happen again, so I hope everyone was happy with this lmao.

This year had fics for: Avatar (2009), Beauty Pop (manga), Charmed (TV 1998), Check Please! (webcomic), Harry Potter, Julie And The Phantoms, Jurassic World, Lady Bloodfight, Marvel, Newsies (1992), Shadowhunters, That ‘70′s Show, The Umbrella Academy, The Witcher, and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle.

Full list of fics under the cut (with word count and link), if anyone wants to take a peek at the bullshit I’ve been up to >.<

Avatar (2009)

Blue Sun (3711 words) Sharing (10164 words) You Can't Share Everything (1257 words)

Beauty Pop

The Golden Pair (5094 words)

Charmed

Crossed (2678 words) A Charmed Past (2586 words) Forget Me Not (1120 words)

Check Please!

Gotta be damned because I want it all (30613 words) Take My Hand (15245 words) Still Family (3575 words) Too Old (1964 words) Red Ferrari (1024 words) Pickup After-Party (680 words)

Harry Potter

The Potter's, Both Old And New (86071 words) WIP! Harry's Parents (1567 words) I'm his, but he's not mine. (3890 words) Baby Steps (3816 words) If he kisses you, it just means he's touch starved (1694 words) I Never Did Like Roses (2659 words) When did you last check? (1499 words) Shocked Reactions (1351 words) Past Mistakes (1907 words) Seduction was never so difficult (2581 words) Wartime Sacrifices (9846 words) Hi Hungry, I'm Dad (2890 words) In the closet, but not like that (1592 words) A Game Changing Kiss (1026 words) Oblivious was never so cute (1874 words) Logically (743 words) Not Who I Remember (1108 words) Boys And Marriages (9768 words) Mais bien sûr (901 words) Back To You (4456 words) Anything For You (1371 words) Just An Inch (740 words) Love At Night (1524 words) Puppy Eyes (1137 words) Grown (1255 words) I Knew You First (1686 words) Birthday Wish (2016 words) Caller ID: Daddy (604 words) Family Time (673 words) My Best Friend (2961 words) Everything About You (2074 words) Every Kiss (3136 words) Out Of Commission (1691 words) For The Crowd (928 words) It's Just Sex (2055 words) Thicker And Better (1890 words) My Son (1583 words) A Little Bit Of Failure (772 words) Just Go With It (1495 words) Lay Your Love Down Soft And Sweet (5480 words) Metal Decoration (1329 words) Innocent? (1577 words) Jail Break (1530 words) One Turn To Another (2445 words) Return To Me, My Love (5010 words) Warmth (819 words) Bring Your Kid To Work Day (760 words) A Little Vivian Ward (5977 words) How To Lie (8975 words) Since You Been Gone (2542 words) Unromantic Confession (983 words) Your Hands (423 words) The Best Hugs (1509 words) Waiting Around (2014 words) Through The Gates Of Hell, I'm By Your Side (1006 words) Perfect Black Flowers (1318 words) Going For A Ride (748 words) Kitchen Appliances (1180 words) Property Of James (550 words) Meet-Cute (Again) (1300 words) Have you heard the news that you're dead? (3994 words) Wedding Jitters (18673 words) Seeing Double (Sort Of) (1887 words) Dauntless (1022 words) Excitement (1941 words) Past Demons (1183 words) Not Actually Brothers (5972 words) Absorb (2235 words) On My Mind (1255 words) Lights On (659 words) Pregnancy Scare (852 words) Silver And Gold (3381 words) Periodical Pains (277 words) In Your Dreams, Whatever They Be (1698 words) Regrets (2374 words) Like Somebody I Used To Know (3546 words) Girlfriend (2252 words) Your Husband Looks Like Your Ex-Girlfriend (1680 words) Skirt The Subject (859 words) The Model Boyfriend (841 words) Too Sad (1955 words) Flowery Tattoo (1025 words) Wake Up Kisses (549 words) What Do You Know Of Love? (2515 words) My Bodyguard, My Love (2911 words) The Bachelor (1501 words) Closing Shift (939 words) Always Negotiating (413 words) Keep Holding On (1009 words) Christmas Eve (609 words) Top Of The World (1956 words) The Wishing Stone (2015 words) What I Like About You (29812 words)

Julie And The Phantoms

Baby Bi, Bi, Bi (1157 words) New Sound (659 words)

Jurassic World

First Dinosaur (482 words)

Lady Bloodfight

Ladies Bloodfight (529 words) This Isn't Dinner (348 words) You Need Motivation (401 words)

Marvel

About A Little Boy That Lived In A Blue World (14621 words) WIP! The Kidnapper's Heart (15880 words) WIP! Handle With... (1314 words) In Body, In Soul (4964 words) The Value Of Bucky (8744 words) By Scent (11880 words) Some Self Love (1956 words) Have We? (2244 words) Sexy Thoughts (1475 words) All These Kidnappings And Only You Quoted Star Wars (5366 words) The Best Season And Friend (8060 words) Party Of Misunderstandings (1187 words) Molten Red And Gold (4988 words) More Color, More Pride (616 words) Fantasia (1018 words) All that's best of dark and bright (4148 words) Get What You Paid For (698 words) The Sound Of Your Heart (701 words) Your Halo (4146 words) Squad Of Two (586 words) Lady Natasha's Consort (967 words) You'll Do. (2368 words) My Blood Red Heart (7567 words) Meeting Jean Grey (1650 words) Work Six Times As Hard (3311 words) Only In Papers (707 words) Anywhere You Go, Let Me Go Too (19778 words) French Braid (447 words) The Man Who Has Everything (759 words) Front Page (831 words) Swirlin' On You Babe (1241 words) Lace And Silk (572 words) A Rose For You, My Dear (10369 words) Just One Look (532 words) An Airforce Pilot, A Pararescuer, And A Nuclear Deterrent Share A Bed (5085 words) Watching Is Loving (606 words) Damaged Wings (2931 words) Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend (14793 words) Your Dad Sucks (828 words) A Birthday Party To Remember (890 words) Childhood Sweethearts (1001 words) CEO's New Assistant (1183 words) Another Captain (1802 words) A Space Romance (3110 words) The Farm (1598 words) Black Lightning (2118 words) One Hell Of A Reunion (2556 words) All We Are Is Dust In The Wind (1432 words) Knives, Arrows, And Repulsors (640 words) Cooking Class (1439 words) The Wrong Uniform (865 words) Parent Of Two (374 words) Wrong Package (1522 words) Young Man (973 words) Grumpy (279 words) College Flame (2054 words) Feel It (382 words) Got Keys? (524 words) Domino Effect (360 words) Two Super Soldier Dumbasses (454 words) The Best Bathtub (1649 words) Play Pretend (402 words) Whose Soap? (557 words) Ugly Sobs (534 words) Blue Is Everywhere I See (667 words) Stranger Things (1259 words) Racing And Winning (422 words) Sleepy Meditation (535 words) Apollo's Gift (2293 words) Toys And Dolls (645 words) Black Holes (478 words) I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood (2002 words) The Winter Ghost (822 words) The Bodyguards (4559 words) An Element (534 words) Perfect Recall (2147 words) Household of Videos (433 words) Masquerade (1297 words) Luck Be A Lady (440 words) A Little Wasp (322 words) A Hero In Need Of Saving (303 words)

Newsies

Gotta Get Brooklyn (1695 words) Brooklyn Means Queer (481 words)

Shadowhunters

Not Bossy, Just The Boss (3861 words) Mundane Boyfriend (4884 words) You Talk Too Much (4960 words) The Person You Most Care About (1585 words) Out Tonight (2046 words)

That ‘70′s Show

We Said Nine (285 words)

The Umbrella Academy

The Book (2058 words) Who Do I Have To Kill For Coffee (803 words) All These Cracks Till I Break (4636 words)

The Witcher

The World On A Platter (11046 words) Bare Strings Of Breathlessness (1353 words) Parties Like This (704 words) Fiancé, I Guess? (1061 words) Being In Love (2310 words) I was highest by your warmth (441 words) Shrike To Snow (4160 words) Waking Comfortably (567 words) Absolve (529 words) Not A Stray (1280 words) Nightly Conversations (2990 words) Backwards Relationship (1689 words) Angelic Action Versus Human Nature (1351 words)

Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle

Every Day (1190 words) The Master And Priest Of Suwa (3801 words)

#me stuffs #my writing #jesus louisus #this was TOO MUCH #originally i was going to give the summary and pairing for each fic #but that would've taken a while #and i didn't feel like it

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koriand · 5 years

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Three Rascals (Asra x MC x Muriel)

Summary: In which you, the MC, are childhood friends with Muriel and Asra. A story from the past.

A/N: I had a burst of inspiration for some scenarios between MC, Asra and Muriel. This is the first one so far and I hope y'all like it! I haven't written in a looong time, so you'll have to forgive my crappy writing.

Edit: My dumbass wrote Asra with male pronouns when they're nonbinary, so I fixed that! Thanks to tumblr user voidelsspussyblr for mentioning it in the replies! 💕

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Two children walked the streets of Vesuvia, hand in hand. One had a small, frail frame; their skin was the color of sand, dipped with rays of a gold sunset, and their hair was pure white, with beautiful curls to frame their face. The boy next to them was taller, and bulky; he had a more olive hue to his skin, though. The bags under his eyes were prominent, and his dark hair was long, with noticeable split ends. They both came trotting towards your father's bakery, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling your younger self filled to the brim with excitement. Asra and Muriel. But, that excitement slowly died down as you remembered how long the line for bread and pastries was.

The bakery was almost never full at this hour, but the seasons were shifting-bringing in cold air-which meant customers coming at random times of the day; all to get some freshly baked pumpkin bread. Asra and Muriel stopped outside of the bakery, perfectly within your eyesight. Asra waved at you with a warm smile, while Muriel raised his hand and then lowered it. You waved back, and gestured for them to wait. You turned to your father, Selasi, while he spoke with a customer. You stood there for a minute, impatiently waiting for the conversation to end.

"I hope Ashanti is able to carry the baby full term."

"Thank you, Selasi, it means a lot to us."

"Dad," You interjected. Your father gave his last thank you's to the customer, and turned towards you.

"Sweetie, you know you shouldn't interrupt my conversations!" He scolded you, but then the corner of his lips gave way, and he laughed. He leaned into you, whispering. "Thank you, though, otherwise he would have dragged the conversation further." You giggled, knowing exactly what he meant. You quickly change subjects, desperate to go out with Asra and Muriel.

"So, dad, is it okay for me to leave now? I've been helping most of the day, and I'm pretty sure it should be Kehlani's shift by now." You said, eager for him to dismiss you. Kehlani was your older sister, though, not the most responsible one at that. Your father smiled.

"Are your friends here?" He asked, one eyebrow raised. You nodded, noticeably excited. He shook your hair. "You can go out now, but on one condition: do not get into trouble. It was hard enough explaining to Mrs. Holloway why her garden didn't have any of her favorite flowers without getting the three of you involved." You rolled your eyes at him.

"Dad, you know that Asra needed ingredients for a spell! Muriel was sick with a fever that wasn't coming down! I had to help!" Your father laughed a hearty laugh. His chest filled with pride in the knowledge that he's raised a kind child. He extended his hand expectantly, and you untied your apron, handing it over quickly. You went to the back of the bakery, snatched two loafs of pumpkin bread, and ran out to the streets to meet your friends.

"Hey," Asra called out, as you felt yourself be swallowed by too many faces, customers, and vendors. You turned to your right, and gave them the most sincere smile you could muster, but walked sheepishly towards them. You presented the bread and Asra gasped. It was still warm as they felt it; they leaned into you and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you." Blush creeped into your face, and your smile became small. Muriel looked at you and offered a smirk as an expression of gratitude.

"What do you guys want to do today? We could go to the underground theatre, and watch the new play." You suggested, but it already seems Asra had something else in mind.

"We want to show you our home, and also, Muriel has something he wants you to see." Asra says, already pulling Muriel behind them. Muriel extends his hand for you to hold, and you do. His hands are dry, calloused, even for a young boy. You thought about the fact that they both pick up odd jobs for sustenance; Muriel does hard labor, meanwhile Asra has taken up a spot where he performs with his snake familiar, Faust. Muriel's work must be hardening his palms. You wish they didn't need to do these things.

You walked around the outskirts of Vesuvia, among trees, and chattering birds. The trees surrounding you were tall, and the forest was not devoid of color, because you saw many, beautiful, wild flowers during your journey to the boys house. You felt your grip on Muriel's hand tighten when you heard a wolf howl. Muriel let out a low laugh, and Asra snickered.

"It's alright, the wolves are harmless." Muriel speaks, looking back at you with a closed lipped smile. You nod, wishing you could relax, but not being able to. You stop in front of a big tree, with a door at its center. You stare at it for a bit, while Asra and Muriel pick up random branches to start a fire with. A chicken comes gawking, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a scream. The chicken screeched back, and, immediately, you begin to laugh, and the boys do too.

"I didn't think you were so jumpy!" Asra says through their laugh. You keep laughing, and the chicken just bobs its head. Muriel comes over, scooping up the chicken in his arms, and presenting it to you.

"You have to relax and pet it gently." Muriel instructs. You wipe your tears from laughing, and take a deep breath. You extend your hand to pet it, but it gawks at you again, and you pull your hand back just as quickly.

"I don't think he likes me, Muriel." You say, giving him an embarrassed smile. Muriel nods.

"Maybe you're right." He says, giving the chicken a worried look. "It could be because he's never seen you before." You shrug, opening your moth to say something, but are quickly cut off.

"Hey, you two, come inside." Asra says, already kicking the door open, because their arms are filled with branches and twigs. Muriel places the chicken down, going inside the house as you follow pursuit. You notice it's a small hut, just enough space for one or two adults, but three children can comfortably fit here.

"I like your house, it's very cozy." You say, noticing one bed in the far right corner, a fireplace in the center, and small table to the left. Asra throws the branches in the fire place, and they're about whisper a spell, when Muriel interrupts them by lighting a match and throwing it in. Asra gives him an annoyed glance.

"You still don't know how to handle fire magic well, Asra. Remember last time?" Muriel asked. You snort, remembering how they almost burned your hands by trying to warm up bread. Asra pouted, but didn't respond. Asra sits on the bed, Muriel sits next to his legs and you sit next to Asra. You spend the rest of the day braiding Muriel's hair, and learning how to make flower crowns with Asra.

It's night time now, and Muriel wakes up from his nap. He notices both you and Asra sleeping soundly on the bed. Asra has their face buried against your neck, and you have your leg under theirs. Muriel smiles, remembering how you both beckoned him to come nap on the bed. He refused, worried he would somehow crush you both, even though, he wasn't that big; just taller, and with a bit more muscle than both of you. He stood up, and lightly shook Asra awake. You were a heavy sleeper, so Asra found themself giggling when they noticed your lips slightly parted, and drool sliding from it. He quietly asked Muriel to bring over a cloth, and gently wiped away the saliva they could get. Asra leaned into your forehead and gave you a kiss.

"Hey, wake up." They whispered into your ear. You woke up abruptly, shaken, and even slightly irritated. Your mind began to settle, and you looked around the hut. Oh no, you thought.

"What time is it?" You asked, scared. You hoped it wasn't too late into the night, knowing your father would definitely ground you if you got home late.

"It's night time, and I know you have to go home, but before that, Muriel and I want to show you something." Asra said, while standing up from the bed. You rubbed your eyes, and stretched. You remember that Asra had mentioned this earlier.

Asra grabbed Muriel's hand, and he offered his to you again. The three of you set off in the darkness of the forest. Asra managed to conjure a small ball of light with their free hand, sending shivers down your spine. You'd seen Asra perform different types of magic tricks plenty of times, but this time it felt different. This was pure energy flowing through them, and they were in full control of it. You gazed in awe. The three of you stop on a spot in the forest, like a small clearing, with yellow, blue, and glowing flowers. Muriel and Asra sit down, and place you between them both.

"What are we doing?" You asked. Asra shushed you, asking you to lower your voice.

"The Heart of the Forest comes here sometimes, and Asra thinks tonight will be one of the nights we get to see it close. We've only seen her from far away, but maybe tonight will be different." Muriel whispered, green eyes looking in your direction. Muriel wasn't one to be overly expressive, but right now, under the moonlight, and with the help of the glowing flowers, you could see excitement in his eyes for the first time. You felt yourself smile. You wish you could somehow keep him this way forever; if you were an artist, you would have found a way to commit his green eyes into paper or canvas.

"I thought The Heart was a myth?" You asked too soon, as you heard twigs snap under heavy hooves. The beautiful creature came from between the trees, glowing like an ethereal being only can; the deer-bird hybrid had feathers of iridescent colors all through her body, she was tall, and with antlers twice the normal size of any deer; her antlers were pure white, with shiny spiderwebs intertwining them, and crystal beads of water on the webs. You stared at her in complete astonishment, but something was wrong. Her breathing seemed ragged, and her eyes darted from every corner of the clearing. Your brows furrowed in worry. Your instincts tugged at you, wanting to go near her.

You stood up slowly, moving your gaze to the ground. A sacred creature deserves respect. You thought. All the myths of The Heart spoke of people's care for her.

Muriel lifted his hand to stop you, but it only got mid-way, not wanting to scare The Heart away. Asra and Muriel exchanged puzzled looks behind you. The Heart stood still when she noticed your movement. You kept your head down, and walked cautiously. Once you were five feet apart from her, you stopped; she kept her place.

Maybe I should bow. You thought. You bent your posture, bowing to the creature before you. The Heart snorted, and closed the gap between you both by placing her snout against your forehead. You prudently lifted your gaze, and looked at her eyes. Your hand slowly made it's way to pet her head, and immediately, a surge of energy overcame you. Magic flowed through your arms, and in the air; Asra stood up promptly after noticing this, because their hands were glowing, while your entire being glowed too; The Hearts eyes lit up, and so did her feathers. You felt your pulse pick up, and a far off voice came reverberating through your mind. It sounded like a woman's.

"Help. Hide." She said. "Hunters." You gasped.

"Muriel, Asra, she says she needs help hiding! People are hunting her!" The Heart looks directly at both boys, and you can feel her fear. Muriel and Asra nod fervently, and Muriel immediately springs to hist feet. The sound of galloping comes near, and The Heart begins to tense.

"Follow me, my lady, I'll take you somewhere safe." Muriel whispers as he begins to run into the woods. You look at the deer, and give her a reassuring expression. She runs off behind Muriel, as you and Asra stay behind.

"We need to cast a spell to cover The Heart's tracks!" Asra spoke to you. You looked back at them, desperation in your face. "Just repeat after me." They said, walking towards you, and holding your hands in theirs.

"Winds of South, come strong to us, erase this path, and make it visible no more!" Asra whispered; you spoke behind him, your voice trembling. One of his hands let go of yours, and he directed it towards the path Muriel and The Heart took. You mimic his gesture, and the wind picks up, howling in its sudden awakening. Dirt, leaves and everything in between begins to move, effectively covering the tracks. Once you're both satisfied, you stop, and the wind dissipates with you.

Soon enough, a man with a golden arm, blonde hair, and luxurious clothing comes into view. This must be Count Lucio, you realized. Everyone spoke about his lost arm, replaced by a mechanical one made of gold.

"You two!" The man shouts, and points a finger at you both. Your grip on Asra's hand tightens. "Have you seen the deer? I need it." Two guards come galloping behind him.

"No, sir, I don't think I've seen any deer in this forest." Asra replies quickly, and sounding very convincing at it. The man scowls, but doesn't look away from either of you.

"What are two children doing in a forest, during the night anyways?" Asked one of the guards. Asra offered a smile.

"We go lost on our way home." Asra replied, with complete ease.

"Count, what should we do?" He asked. The Count thought for a long moment, and began moving away.

"Let's go back to the palace."

"But, Count, the children."

"They'll find their way out eventually." He said with finality as he kicked his horse, and sped off. The guards followed close behind him. You and Asra sighed in relief, relaxation washing over you.

"We should go back to the hut." Asra spoke. You agreed, and walked hand in hand with them.

Near the hut, you spot Muriel; he's sitting next to the door, holding and iridescent feather. He sees you both and smiles a genuine smile. You run to him, and wrap your arms around him tightly; Asra follows behind you, and throws themself ontop of you both. The three of you are laughing, and all the worries of your father grounding you go out of you mind. All you can think about is this moment.

"We did it, Muriel, we saved The Heart of the Forest!" You say loudly and cheerfully. You lean in and kiss his cheek, and Muriel's face goes red. Asra kisses his other cheek, and the three of you hug again. It's an amazing night, and neither of you want it to end.

#asra alnazar #muriel #the arcana #thearcanagame #count lucio #my writing #sprinkle dingers #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #muriel x apprentice #muriel x reader

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Klaroline fanfic update: The Price of Ambition

Finally started work on my next Klaroline chapter in The Price of Ambition. Here’s a quick look:

Chapter 9: Painful Realizations

“We could never go back to the way things were.” It’s what she knew in her heart the day she’d arrived home, after several weeks at HALO training, to catch Damon rifling through her jewelry box. She’d realized something was wrong when she spied the broken window in her living room. Fueled by anger at the thought that someone would dare break in, she immediately drew her Ruger, the gleam of the silver-topped barrel reassuring her. But when she discovered her little brother in her bedroom, stoned out of his mind, she quickly holstered her pistol.

“Damon, what the fuck?!” Her broken shout sounded like a wounded animal, but it contained enough authority to make him jump, a vaguely guilty expression flitting across his pasty, sweating face.

Blinking rapidly at her as though not fully processing her presence, Damon slurred, “Car-Caroline? You’re here? Why are yooouu here?”

“I live here, dumbass,” she said in irritation, “Christ, Damon, that junk you’re on didn’t even leave you enough brain cells to remember my schedule and steal from me properly?” She noted the scabs on his face and arms, hating how she could barely recognize her little brother underneath the damage the heroin had caused.

He waved one arm wildly around the room, the gesture oddly disjointed from the rest of his body, almost like a marionette’s. Bloodshot eyes studied the empty space next to her as he tried in vain to focus, mumbling, “Wasn’t stealing, Bitch. Always a bitch to me.”

The metallic glint in the shadows of her bedroom caught her eye and she flipped on a lamp, scowling as she accused, “Seriously?! Then what’s that in your other hand?” When he tried to hide his clenched fist behind his back, it angered her even more and she lunged forward to pull him into a loose wristlock hold, a shrill whine escaping him as he struggled in her grip. As she glanced down at his arms, she registered the various needle tracks, some infected and oozing. The faint, sickly-sweet smell turned her stomach, but she forced herself to pry apart his sweaty fingers to reveal small pearl earrings set in gold.

That had belonged to their mother.

Caroline hated how the sight of the simple earrings made her breath catch and she fought back tears as she roughly yanked them out of his reach. “Goddamn it, Damon,” she seethed, “You were just going to steal our mother’s jewelry and pawn it for drugs? What the hell is wrong with you?!” At his guilty expression, she felt another surge of anger as she accused shrilly, “What else, Damon? What else did you try to steal from me?”

Not waiting for an answer, she kept his wrists in one firm grip while she quickly gave him a pat-down, pausing when she yanked the narrow edge of a metal clasp hanging out of his back pocket. With a gasp, she realized it was their father’s old watch, the familiar, tarnished piece of jewelry the only thing they had left of him. A coldness settled in the pit of her stomach as she realized that Damon was willing to take away the remaining pieces they had of their parents. Selfish bastard.

“Heyyyy,” her brother slurred, “I need those...to get me...to get what I need!”

Disgusted, Caroline spun him around, tossing the jewelry on the shelf behind her before telling him spitefully, “You know we never had much growing up. Odds are Mom’s pearls aren’t much more than polished marbles and Dad’s watch is mostly steel and there’s no way in hell your dealer was going to give you shit for that.” Shaking her head angrily, she added, “But what their jewelry meant to me? To us?! That’s all we have left of our parents.”

She watched Damon shift awkwardly under her gaze, scratching at his neck and arms. She lowered her voice, dejectedly saying, “But you don’t care. About any of it. So just get out.” When he hadn’t moved, she lost her temper and screeched, “Get out!”

Once he finally shuffled away, she slammed her front door, knowing in her heart that they’d crossed a line. She told herself again, “We could never go back to the way things were.” Curling protectively into herself, she leaned against her door, finally allowing herself to cry.

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Love and Marriage - Chapter 6 (Mature - Minors DNI)

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After a loss in the family uncovers a family secret, Jaleia and her husband Jesse are forced to balance one family crisis after another along with their budding careers and their plans to expand their family. Will the pressure to keep everyone else together ruin their own relationship? Can ruined relationships be fixed before it’s too late?

Chapter 6:

I was reading my Immunology Board Prep book at our breakfast nook. Jesse was in his office/home studio. Diana was in the basement. It was so peaceful this Saturday morning, and after the whole Diana walking in on us thing, we needed it. I had a few months before I had to take my Immunology Board Exam and there was no room to fail, so I made a study schedule that I stuck to- or made Jesse make me stick to.

Ding Dong

I got up. We weren't expecting anyone as far as I knew. When I got to the door I could already feel myself tensing up. I knew that outline anywhere. I opened the door.

"Hey, Aiesha how-" I started but was interrupted as she walked right past me.

"Come in." I said as I closed the door. She went straight into the living room.

"I need to talk to my son." She said eyeing the room.

"Sure, I'll get him."

"Do you ever clean up around here?" I rolled my eyes and was about to say something smart but I had to remember she had been through a lot lately and it wouldn't be too hard to be the bigger person.

"Can I get you anything, something to eat, something to drink?"

"If my kids didn't make it then no, you can't cook worth a damn." I took a deep breath and started walking upstairs. Once I got to the door of his "studio " I gently knocked on the door.

"Jesse, please come get your mom, she's downstairs."

"Coming! And Jaleia?"

"Yeah?"

"I know she's going to try and trigger you but don't fall for it, she's just hurting. "

"I will try." I said. I went back downstairs.

"How have you been?" I asked Aiesha. She was sitting on our sofa.

"Some days are better than others to be honest. Thank you for asking. How's my Jesse?"

"He has his good days and he has his difficult days, but much better overall. "

"And my Diana?"

"I think Jesse could tell you more. She's not completely herself. "

"I'm sorry to hear that. Thank you for allowing her to stay here. I need space for a bit and home just wasn't good for her and I'm glad that she's somewhere that I know she's safe and well cared for. So thank you for looking out for her and my son. He's got a heart of gold." I couldn't believe my ears. I was shocked. She actually had something nice to say? I tried to hide my surprise.

"It's no trouble at all, I want what's best for her as well. All of you. You sure you don't want anything?"

"Maybe some ginger ale?" She said.

"Got it, we only have cans, is that okay?"

"I'm not picky." She replied. While I went to retrieve the soda I heard Jesse's footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey mom, what up?"

"Jesse, let me see you. How are you? Are you feeling well?" She said, hugging him tightly.

He laughed, "I'm fine mom, I'm more worried about you."

"Well, I came because we need to figure out what to do with Diana. It's summer break now and she can't just sit around all day doing nothing on that damn phone. She's sixteen, she's needs to be out doing something!" She said.

"Yeah, I get it, what do you want her to do?"

"Find a summer job, some activities, a camp or something. Maybe we'll ask her and see but she can't just stay here and do nothing all day!"

"I know. Maybe you should have her see someone, you know, about dad. She won't talk about him or acknowledge he ever existed and real talk, it's starting to freak me out."

"I thought about it, that bad?"

"Yeah, anything that belonged to dad she won't touch. I ask her about him she won't answer. I'm worried."

"I'll talk to her doctor, thanks for letting me know."

"Yeah, of course."

"To be honest I don't know how long she'll be staying with you, I'm trying to get this house sold as soon as possible, I'm so stressed out I could scream." She said rubbing her eyes. Jesse hugged her again.

"Mom you know you never have to worry about Di, I'll always watch out for her. She is welcome as long as needed. As for you, maybe take a break from all this shit. It's a lot, take your time."

"You're such a good son, how'd I ever get so lucky?"

"You had Shaun, God owed you at least one good kid. "

"Boy, shut up." They both laughed. "I'm so glad you boys made up, it broke my heart when y'all weren't speaking. That's a mother's worst nightmare. At least one of them."

"All I ever wanted was for him to apologize. Once he did that we were cool."

I walked back into the living room. Handing his mom the soda I said, "Do you want me to let Diana know you're here?"

"That would be nice." She said sipping on the soda. I started up the stairs when Jesse came behind me.

"Hey Love. I have an idea." He said quietly.

"What is it and why are we talking low?" I whispered back.

"Let's take my mom and Diana out to dinner tonight. Surprise them."

"Sure." I said.

"Now I know what you're thinking but it would be really nice- wait, did you just say sure? You know you gotta go too, right?"

"Yeah, I know. Look, I know your family is going through it right now and if it were my family I'd want you to do the same. Then again if it was my family it would be easy cause nobody in my family hates you."

"Only five people in my family hate you, six tops. "

"Thanks."

"It's a joke."

"I know dumbass. You better make reservations while I get your sister. And now that I think about it, six might be true."

"Thanks love," he said kissing me. "Maybe some dessert when we get home?"

"I think we've scarred your sister enough, let's give it some time, yeah?

"Word."

>>>>>>>>>>>

"Are we picking your mom up?" I asked Jesse while putting on makeup at my vanity.

"Yeah, she's going to spend the night."

"Oh, you are just full of surprises." I said shaking my head.

"She's going to share the guest room with Diana. Sorry?"

"It's cool. How do I look?" I got up and turned around. I was wearing a short black dress with a sparkly silver belt and black heels. I put my hair into an afro-puff bun and matched the sliver belt with silver hanging earings.

"Damn! You look fine as hell. Come here!" He said as he eyed me up and down.

"Look but don't touch!" I said walking toward him.

"No promises." He said, grabbing my waist and pulling me close to his body.

"Is this too short? We are going out with your mom and I don't want to hear about it for the rest of the night."

"It's not short enough." He said kissing up my collarbone.

"Are you sure-" His lips were on mine, slowly and gently moving until he suddenly pulled away.

"You look stunning. Stop worrying." He said. I heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in." I said. Diana entered our room her face buried into her phone. She looked up a few seconds later.

"I didn't bring anything nice to wear." She said, looking bored.

"That's okay, you wanna look in my closet for something? I think you could fit some of my stuff."

"Thanks." She said. I felt bad because she just wasn't herself, she wasn't the bubbly girl I was used to. I showed her my closet and together we picked out three possible options.

"Hey Jess, which one?" I showed Jesse the three dresses.

"Blue flower one." He said as he fastened his watch.

"Do you like that one?" I asked Diana.

"Thanks," she paused. "Can you do my makeup?"

"I will have your face beat in no time, sit! And Jesse, are you done?"

"Just about." He said.

"Great," I said smiling at him. "Get out."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"My babies look so good. Lord, me and your father made beautiful kids." Jesse's mom said as we waited for our table in the restaurant. We had gone to Aiesha's favorite restaurant Ruby's.

"Thanks, mom." Diana said shyly.

"I'm so serious, my baby girl is so gorgeous." Aiesha said.

"I have to go to bathroom. I'll be right back." Diana said, getting up. As soon as Di was out of earshot, Aiesha turned to me with a fake smile on her face and said "Why does my daughter look like a much younger and prettier version of you? And the makeup? I don't even let her wear makeup."

I just looked at her. First of all, Di looked gorgeous and I made sure not to have her out here looking thirty years old. I gave her age appropriate makeup.

"Mom, Di has been wearing makeup since she was 14. And she looks nice. Just relax and enjoy the evening." Jesse said, squeezing my hand.

"Whatever, I just don't want her looking like a slut. "

"I don't dress like a slut," I said as she looked me up and down, ending with a condescending look. "Your daughter doesn't look like one either."

Diana came back from the bathroom just in time for the greeter to show us to our seats. Jesse and I sat on one side of the table, and Diana and Aiesha on the other. He pulled out the seat for both his mom and his sister, and then finally for me.

"Boy, really putting you to work today, Jess." I said.

"Well, I've got three queens with me tonight." He replied. He handed everyone a menu. Once the waiter came to take our drink orders, me and Aiesha ordered wine and Diana and Jesse got pink lemonade. Since his mother hated when I drove, or did anything to be honest, Jesse had go without alcohol for tonight. If I had to sit through a dinner with his mother then I was going to drink- no matter how nice she was earlier, I knew it wasn't sustainable. I also knew I was going to have to bite my tongue A LOT to keep the peace. No matter what she said I was determined to make this a great evening, because the last time Jesse made me go out with his mother we cursed each other out. It was so embarrassing and Jesse was pissed at me afterwards.

Once everyone ordered their food, we sat in a slightly awkward silence until Jesse tried to break the ice.

"So Di, what do you want to do for the summer?"

"I hadn't really thought about it, I don't know."

Jesse's mom jumped in adding, "Well you need to figure out something, you can't spend the whole summer rotting your brain out. Either a job or an activity or something, volunteering even."

"Alright, mom I'll think about it." Diana said before sipping on her pink lemonade.

"I hope so, or I'll choose. You not spending the entire summer on that phone."

"Okay, mom." Diana said.

"Don't 'okay, mom' me! Don't let that makeup that girl got you in get to your head, little girl. I'm not the one."

"Mom, we're supposed to be having fun." Jesse tried to remind her.

"I'm just letting her know. Jess! Doesn't that girl look like Imani?" Aiesha said subtly pointing at another woman behind Jesse.

"I guess." He said. Imani was his ex-fianceè who cheated on him.

"I wonder if that's her. I loved her, I was so upset when you guys broke up. She was so pretty, smart, and classy. I was looking forward to your wedding." Aiesha said. I rolled my eyes. At least every couple months she makes some comment about how great it would've been if Jesse had married Imani.

"You almost married someone else?" Diana asked. She would've been too young to really remember. Jesse sighed, he hates having to talk about her, the whole story was a little embarrassing for him.

"Yeah, before I was with Jay. Dogged a bullet." He said.

"I couldn't believe you couldn't make it work, she was perfect for you. I miss her.

I really wish you had made it work."

"I don't know how you make it work when you find someone balls deep fucking your girl. And you forgive them, just for them to run off with said guy. I don't know how to make that work."

"Eww, Jesse. " Diana said.

"That's some vivid imagery there, Jess." I said.

"But I'm glad it didn't work or I wouldn't have married the love of my life." He said, pecking me on the lips. His mom just grunted and rolled her eyes.

After a little more small talk our food arrived. Diana ordered a personal pizza, Jesse ordered steak and potatoes, Aiesha ordered chicken parmesan. I ordered bacon sliders. After saying grace, we all started to eat.

"I guess by the silence, everyone is enjoying their meal?" The waiter, Amy asked.

"Yeah, we're great." Jesse replied.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything." She smiled and left. Despite a couple more jabs Aiesha took at me, I still maintained my composure. That is until Aiesha tried it.

"Hey Jess, isn't that waiter so cute. Jordan her name is, she's single." I heard Aiesha say after coming back from the bathroom. I stood back enough to hear but not really be seen.

"Mom stop trying to hook me up with someone else, I'm married. Happily. " Jesse said.

"I wouldn't tell."

"Mom."

"I'm just saying, you have options."

"I may have options but I don't need them."

I continued walking to my seat.

"So what're we talking bout?" I asked.

"Mom is trying to set Jesse up with another waiter." Diana said, not even looking up from her phone.

"Stay out of grown folks business." Aiesha said.

"Oh really?" I said while I reapplied my lipstick.

"Let's be honest, this little marriage isn't going to last long. As soon as you hit a bump in the road you'll fall apart. I'm just looking out for my son. He's got options. Jordan's a pretty girl, Jesse."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? No, seriously. Why can't you just accept it? He married me, you're stuck with me. Neither of us is going anywhere." I said.

"Mom, you need to stop." Jesse said as he put his hand on my arm.

"Fine, I was just saying, didn't mean to overstep."

"All you do is overstep." I said under my breath. Jesse looked at me. When you're married, you have a special connection that allows you to talk with only your eyes. And after about a minute of Jesse silently telling me to chill, and me silently saying do you even hear your mother, we were interrupted by the waiter asking if wer wanted dessert.

"No thank you." I said.

"You should really order something, might help your flat ass." Aiesha said quietly. I could see Jesse smirk slightly.

"Oh you think that was funny? Wait till we get home, and see what this flat ass will get you." I told him.

"I didn't-" he started.

"Shut up." I said not even looking up. While Diana and Aiesha ordered their dessert, Jesse tried to convince me to get something.

"Come on, as soon as you see mine you're going to want some. Just order something and you can take the leftovers home."

"No. Me and my flat ass don't want anything."

"Don't be like that, just order something. "

"No."

"Can I have a chocolate cake and a chocolate strawberry cheesecake?" Jesse said.

"No problem, I'll bring them right away!" Said Amy.

"Di, you've been so quiet, is anything on your mind?" Jesse said. Diana hadn't said much the whole entire dinner. She had been into her phone and pretty much spoke only when spoken to.

"No." She replied, not even looking up.

"Give me your phone." He said.

"No!"

"Diana! I'm not playing, give me your phone! You've been on it all night, don't you think that's enough?"

"You're not the boss of me." She said, glaring at him.

"You're right he's not, give me the phone and talk to us!" Aiesha said. Diana rolled her eyes and sighed, but handed over the phone.

"She's not getting it back for the rest of the weekend." Aiesha said to Jesse.

"Thanks a lot Jess." Diana said crossing her arms.

"If you want to act like your five, go ahead." Jesse said.

"Here's the desserts. Can I get you anything else? A refill?" Amy asked us while putting our desserts in front of us.

"No thank you. Just the check." Jesse said.

"Okay, I'll be back." She said, walking away.

I grabbed my fork and inched it close to his plate.

"I told you! I told you, you'd want one! You always do this!" Jesse said, sliding his plate over.

"It tastes better when I eat it from you! Plus, I didn't want a whole slice!" I said.

"Try the chocolate cake." Jesse brought a forkful of chocolate cake to my lips. It was amazing.

"We are getting more of that to go!"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The car ride home wasn't too bad except that Diana wouldn't talk to Jesse, Aiesha had a little too much to drink and started telling some highly inappropriate stories about her college years, and I almost got carsick because I ate too much cake.

"Thank God!" Jesse said once we were standing in the living room. Everyone else had started getting ready for bed.

"It wasn't the worst dinner we've ever had with your mother. " I said hugging him. I let my head rest on his chest, listening to his heartbeat for a bit as we stood there.

"No it wasn't. Thank you for being so amazing. I love you."

"Me and my flat ass love you too. "

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Just finished watching Army of the Dead with my parents... it was... alright in the sense that if someone said it was their guilty pleasure movie, I would be able to see that, like it was bad but it wasn't the Avatar the Last Airbender live action bad but, in my opinion, it was bad.

It kind of felt like someone saw Train to Busan, the shitty movie version of I am Legend (If you know, you know), Zombieland, and maybe a few others and said "hey, I can do that!" And then made this garbage fire of a movie. Throughout watching it, I felt like they were trying to be serious but it just came across as extremely dumb and almost comedic, but not in a good way...

SPOILERS FOR

ARMY OF THE DEAD

TRAIN TO BUSAN

I AM LEGEND (MOVIE)

DANGANRONPA (IDK, I just don't want to risk getting shit from the Fandom)

HERE ON OUT!!!

Like, first off, Kate, the main dude's daughter, sucked. Like, from the get go, I KNEW she was going to be a final girl because she was the youngest and very pretty but this girl is so fucking stupid it's actually ASTOUNDING. First off, she mouths off to a guard who's CLEARLY a power hungry jackass when this man could make her just "go missing" so easily, like it happens to women now and there aren't any zombies (none that I'm aware of at least).

Then, the SECOND she finds out this mother left her kids to go on a obvious suicide mission, but then SHE leaves to try and find this mother who she doesn't even know if she's alive so great, these kids now lose TWO role models and are left terrified in this camp with some corrupt soldiers if that one dude was any hint.

I also hate what she told her dad when they had that failure of a heart to heart. Like, I get it, you needed your dad or someone to comfort you but this man also needed someone who he knew wouldn't blame him for killing the woman he loved and he didn’t know with you, it's not like he WANTED to be an absent father after that. She only had to see her mom's dead body, he had to STAB her in order to save you, that weighs on someone, especially if they're unsure if you hate them for what they had to do, and from what he said, it's pretty clear you never told him you didn't blame him.

After that, she makes a plan to go out into zombie territory with NO armor and, like, one fucking gun that seemed to have endless bullets until her dad was supposed to FINALLY get there and save her useless ass. Like she was supposed to make sure the grate was secure but instead, risked ALL of their lives by making it easier for her to get out to carry out her stupid idea. What if I zombie used that to get to you guys? You don't know if this woman is even still ALIVE but you're willing to risk everyone else's lives? What the fuck?

Finally, BECAUSE Kate ran off like a fucking idiot, both her dad and the pilot were killed and Zeus was almost set loose on the rest of America. Not only that but the woman she went into get? I don't even think she made it! Like maybe I'm fucking blind but I didn't see her ANYWHERE after that helicopter crash so I can only assume she's dead. Like, either way, this woman would have died, something she would have to expect after going into such a dangerous place (also, not the blonde's fault she went in, the blonde didn't know this woman had kids, this woman did and she made the choice to risk her life) but when you got her on that helicopter, she had hope again and this whole dumbass idea took that away from her AGAIN and she died

Then there the fact that when Kate, her dad, and the woman finally get on the helicopter, she and her dad just stand there, STAND THERE, just fucking smiling at each other, like, yeah, yeah, you're alive but DO THAT WANNABE HEARTWARMING SHIT ON THE HELICOPTER WHILE YOU'RE FLYING AWAY WTF!!!

Another thing that annoyed me was the ending, like dude saw he was bit and just stared into a mirror, I would have punched mirror and stabbed myself in the head real quick because

1. I refuse to become one of those things and

2. I don't want this virus to spread

The zombies in general just... annoyed me... they were like, a dumber version of the creatures from I am Legend (Darkseekers I think? IDK, haven't seen the movie in a few years), like the fact they hibernate, they are intelligent (Alphas at least), they're fast, and the sounds they make immediately made me remember the Darkseekers. Also, if I remember right, the Darkseekers went after the scientist when they did because he captured the wife of the leader Alpha seeker, which also occurs (in a way) in Army of the Dead with the queen

By the way, how tf did this zombie woman become pregnant??? Like, zombies are dead meaning the sperm would also be dead... unless these things aren't actually zombies???

Also going back to the sounds these guys make, when the now zombified army dude first screamed, I almost peed myself laughing because of how stupid he looked

I also laughed when that shipping crate thing was dropped on the mother and daughter in the beginning because all I could think of was Junko's death scene from Danganronpa.

I did enjoy the intro, at least the parts with the main characters holding photos of their loved ones but are you telling me that several army guys couldn't hit Zeus in the fucking cranium but ONE average woman just immediately gets a bunch of headshots in a horde in what couldn't have been more than a few days after Zeus got loose (lmao)? What??? Then there's the scene of soldiers just fucking parachuting into the middle of these massive hordes and trying to shoot them before being brutally killed, like, what'd you expect??? Them to just let you land safe and give you a gold star for doing such a good job??? TF???

Back to movie comparisons, the opening was almost positively inspired by Zombieland, the slow motion and the show girls with almost nothing on makes it obvious

As for Train to Busan, there's one scene where the dad just slams a zombie against the rooftop of the space they're in just like that badass in blue from Train to Busan, then there was the whole daughter having to watch die/kill her infected father who she just started to form a connection with again but instead of it working for the movie, it went against it. To start, TtB (Train to Busan) dad and daughter were really well written characters, you wanted them to survive, to continue to develop this bond they finally started building, whereas in AotD (Army of the Dead), I was just wanting these dumbasses to die already and their so-called "bonding" made cringe. Next, what was great about TtB dad was that, unlike AotD dad, he wasn't this big obviously badass hero leader or something, he was just a man trying to survive and protect his daughter, and eventually the pregnant woman, at all cost and, unintentionally, ends up learning to be a better person despite dying soon after. Next there's the unlikable, selfish jack off who you want to see killed off. In TtB, it's this business man who is constantly manipulating situations and those around him in order to get what he wants or to save himself, something we see constantly when he tells the conductor to just leave and forget everyone else, when he makes everyone fear the main characters after they fought their way to safety to benefit him, when he sacrifices the train dude who was his short time right hand man or something, and when he just straight up threw a high school girl at a zombie who was chasing him, leading to both her death and the high school boy's death. The in AotD, there's this, IDK, ex-soldier or something who's only there to screw over the other characters for no real reason as he really could have used them if he was in trouble and needed someone to watch his back or something and to take the queen's head for selfish reasons (way more money than he was offered, though taking the head and the money wouldn't hurt). TtB's selfish man was extremely well-written, albeit, not a good person by any stretch of the imagination, his motives were clear to the audience and people in the movie who weren't taken in by his fear mongering tactics, he knew how to make people think he wanted them all safe which lead to them being easily manipulated, and he never just stabbed someone in the back out of the blue or when he could still use them, whereas the AotD soldier dude just wanted money and to get out alive but left a lot of money down with the others when it certainly wouldn't have hurt him to help get at least some out for himself, he also just stabbed people in the back when he clearly still needed their help (was most likely supposed to be seen as him being too overconfident but, to me, came across as bad writing) or doing shit that could have so easily backfired on him and put all of them in way more danger than necessary considering the Alphas only came for them because he beheaded the queen (and maybe killed the zombie fetus in the process??? IDK, wasn't clear to me) since they were given a sacrifice earlier

Sorry if this makes, like, no sense, I haven't slept in awhile and I'm really tired but couldn't sleep until I got all of this out of my system and I don't feel like proof reading so enjoy this (hopefully) relatively well thought out (at least for my tired brain) word vomit movie review of Army of the Dead, all in all maybe a 3.5 out of 10 for me but I would recommend you watch it to form your own opinions

(Also wanted to quickly add, there's nothing wrong with inspiration, it was just kind of obvious to me at certain points or at least that what my mind instantly thought of when I saw these scenes, IDK if anyone came out and said they were inspired by these films. Also just wanted to use them as comparisons. Just wanted to clear that up real quick)

#army of the dead #movie review #dumbass amateur movie reviewer #SPOILERS #spoilers #lots of spoilers #movies spoiled include #train to busan #army of the dead (2021)#(no shit)#i am legend #i guess #idk I'm fucking tired #enjoy this word vomit

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