#I just noticed this while rewatching mmh

[whenthegoldrays]

Yu Ji-hyuk: Well, Jiwon was murdered in the first timeline, but now that she’s back and armed with knowledge and has my help, she can definitely avoid her fate. I have zero doubt of that.

Yu Ji-hyuk: But I am a lost cause who can’t escape the fate of dying in the future in *checks notes* a completely avoidable car accident. She’s better off with someone who’ll be alive in 10 years.

Meanwhile, Ryu Sun Jae: I’m going to die in 15 years? Protecting Sol? And it’s already happened in three different timelines?? It’s my HONOR. Also I just found out that Sol likes me back and that I have a whole 15 years to love her :D

[ken-dom]

March Magic

Holland March x afab!reader

4k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Three times Holland March couldn't get it up, and one time he could.

∘₊✧ Authors’s notes: I've missed Holland, but upon a rewatch of The Nice Guys, he crashed my doors down and proceeded to experience erectile dysfunction in my living room so. Here you have it. Thank you to the wonderful K for beta reading and being the best as usual!! The warnings are pretty wild on this one so... strap in.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, erectile dysfunction, crying, passing out, smoking, oral sex, shotgun kissing (both the pussy and the mouth), mention of bee mating rituals/bee death, hand job, blow job, premature ejaculation, Holland having hyperspermia as usual, kind of established relationship, general wet cat pathetic energy

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‘Mmh- I uh- I’ll be right back,’ Holland mumbled against your kiss-swollen lips, ‘wait there- don’t move-’

His body clumsily moved off the bed until he was stood, stooped over you with lips still attached to yours until you dropped back onto the bed and finally freed him.

‘Don’t be too long, sexy,’ you winked at him as he slinked off toward his adjoining bathroom, and he huffed a faux coy laugh.

What the fuck did he need to go to the bathroom for at this late stage? Maybe it’s where he keeps the condoms, you thought, relaxing against his luxuriously soft pillows. Makes sense, he probably hasn’t used one for a while, what would be the use of keeping them by the bed?

Meanwhile, Holland let out a long, steadying exhale. You hadn’t noticed. Jesus. How he’d got this far without you trying to grope him and realising what was going on (or not going on), he’d no idea, but he’d managed to distract you long enough by pressing his thigh between your legs while kissing you sloppily and needily, and you seemed to drink it up, moaning into his mouth and writhing against him.

Hell, he could feel your heat through his trousers and wondered with a smirk whether he’d need to get this suit dry cleaned and make up an excuse about the mysterious wet patch just above the knee.

Your fingers in his hair were sending shivers down his spine, and heat was pooling in his lower belly, and you kept breathing his name, and it was all so incredibly fucking hot, but for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge, his dick just wouldn’t respond.

He slipped into the bathroom and clicked the door shut behind him, collapsing against it and closing his eyes. He didn’t bother to switch on the light; he could feel the room spinning, he didn’t need to see it too.

His hand slid down over his flaccid cock, and for a moment, he thought, Pathetic, but then he tried to focus his thoughts back to you. Back to the way your body felt pressed against his, the way you uttered his name like a desperate, horny prayer, how good you’d feel when he finally managed to get it up and bury himself inside you.

He palmed himself over his trousers halfheartedly, knowing deep down it was a lost cause, and with his voice lower than a whisper, he uttered a shaky, ‘March, March, he’s our man! If he can’t do it, no one can. Maaaarch!’

Not even a twitch.

He slid down to the floor and sobbed, banging his head back against the door, and the darkened room turned suddenly darker.

Until the morning, when he found you asleep on the bed, clutching his pillow in lieu of the man himself.

****

‘Wanna taste you-’ Holland slurred against your throat. He wished he could smell you, smell the perfume he could taste, bitter against his tongue, but at least he could bury his face between your thighs and intoxicate himself in you that way.

There was also the small problem of his cock not playing ball again, despite tearing your clothes off, his hands exploring every inch of you, despite you telling him you needed him in that sultry, seductive voice that drove him wild.

He wasn’t going to leave you dissatisfied and alone again, no matter how far gone he was. Not this time. Come on, March.

He felt you nod, heard the desperation in your whine of agreement, and slipped lower, realising as he gripped your thighs to spread them apart that he still had an unlit cigarette propped between his fingers from when you’d kissed him while trying to light said cigarette. Who could blame you for getting distracted by those gorgeous, sparklingly sad eyes and pressing your lips to his instead?

‘Oh shit- give me a second-’ he mumbled, more to himself than to you, but as he moved to drop the cigarette, you grabbed and held his hands firmly against your thighs to stop him moving it away. When he looked up at you, questioning, you reached for the lighter on the nightstand and lit it for him.

‘Carry on,’ you smirked.

Holland swallowed hard. That was the hottest thing you’d ever done. Well, the second hottest, besides actually letting him eat you out whilst smoking, which was about to take first place.

‘Jesus…’

He took a long drag, partly a need, since he hadn’t smoked in a hot fifteen minutes, partly a show for you. He relished in the way you bit your lip as you watched his eyes sliding shut at the brief satisfaction at the nicotine hit. He exhaled slowly too, relishing in it as though it were giving him the pleasure he should be feeling from you.

Fuck. He shouldn't be focusing on that right now. He dragged a soft fingertip through your slick folds and felt you shudder. Taking another drag, he exhaled right at the moment he dove down to wrap his lips around your swollen clit, smoke spreading a tingling warmth around your exposed core.

Somewhere between lapping at your folds and devouring your clit, Holland realised he’d neglected his cigarette and the consequences could be… fuck, stop thinking- just-

Feeling your thighs clench around him, he half-reluctantly pulled back for another drag, and to flick some loose ash into the ashtray by the bed, and you whined in protest, already so close you could feel your bundle of nerves throbbing in the absence of his tongue. Holland sure worked fast, but he was easily distracted, too, and you couldn’t even blame him for this since this was technically your idea.

This time, as he exhaled, his tongue dipped inside, the smoke hot against your cooling slick as it swirled back out of your entrance and up around your folds, and, admiring the combination for moment, Holland licked a stripe right up to your clit to start right back where he’d left off.

He carefully slid a finger inside this time, too, surprisingly delicate in his movements as he beckoned, stroking that spot inside you that made your toes curl so precisely as his mouth took care of the rest.

Jesus, he sure knows his way around down there- 

‘Fuck- f-fuck- Holland-!’

Your climax was so close you could practically taste it, and so could he, but there was the small complication of his cigarette still burning by your thigh.

Hips rolling to rut against his tongue as he lapped eagerly, fingerfucking you with enthusiastic vigour, your back arched off the bed and your fingers found their way into his messy sun-kissed hair, and just as your breath turned ragged, he pulled away again for another nicotine hit.

Not only did he leave you exposed to the cold air without his mouth covering you, but his finger apparently couldn’t continue to fuck into you while he was focussing on the cigarette, either. He’d never been great at multitasking and obviously the Camel was just too delicious to try. Fucking hell.

‘Tease,’ you groaned weakly, and Holland, sobering slightly (only very slightly, and very, very briefly) finally realised what this was doing to you and shoved the end of the cigarette into the ashtray, diving back down to finish the job properly, almost choking on the combination of smoke and pussy in the process. God, it tasted incredible together and he was so into it that it took no time at all for you to get that simmering feeling right back.

He felt your orgasm approach, and then shake through your body, felt you turn limp after the high subsided, and carried on for a while, softer and slower, until your thighs were clamping around his head again with oversensitivity and he ate you like a man possessed once again.

Just as your second orgasm approached, Holland seemed to slow, so you jerked your hips to spur him on, but suddenly he felt heavier too, and when you called his name in frustration, he didn’t answer.

You guessed he’d finally passed out, and propped yourself up on your elbows. You inadvertently slid your folds over his handsome nose as you manoeuvred, gasping at the sensation which, although subtle, tipped you over the edge. Your breath caught and your blood boiled and every fibre of you trembled with pleasure you hadn’t expected. 

His finger, although still, was still firmly thrust inside you and your walls clenched hard around it as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from yelling out and waking him.

Jesus… I’m gonna have to ride that nose for real, you mused when your thoughts turned coherent again, and then you began the process of sliding out from beneath him and dragging his messy, half-dressed form further up the bed and onto his pillow for some rest.

You cleaned yourself up before sinking into bed beside him to sleep, but you left his moustache soaked with your essence. You knew it would drive him wild in the morning, and maybe it would be the push he needed to finally chase his own pleasure.

****

It wasn’t.

He woke to you suckling at his neck, your arm thrown around his waist from behind, fingers toying with the waistband of his trousers.

His head was pounding when he woke, and with just one eye half open, he turned into you, a big dumb smile pulling at his lips.

His lips felt dry so without even thinking he licked them, tasting you immediately and groaning.

‘You taste incredible, you know that?’ he croaked, your fingers now working on the button of his fly.

Holland had absolutely no recollection of how last night ended. He could taste you, sure, but he barely remembered how he’d ended up in bed with you this time. He was a detective after all, though, and what kind of lousy detective would wake up with their lover wrapped around them, fingers teasing at their belly, their taste fresh on his lips, and not put together that he must have spent some time downtown? 

And you did taste delicious. Fuck, he really wished he could smell you.

He wanted you. He needed you. Since the moment you’d laid eyes on one another. And right now, he was so thankful to wake up with you already trying to satisfy him despite what a mess he probably looked. And yet, as usual, he couldn’t perform. 

‘Wait-’ he breathed, hand flying down to wrap around your wrist and gently ease you out of his trousers before you actually felt how soft he was.

‘What’s wrong, baby?’

Holland’s eyes snapped shut, his hand dropping yours to press his fingers into his eyelids instead.

He knew this would be it. 

‘I- I can’t-’ he tried, gesturing vaguely to his cock. ‘It’s not your fault. I just- I can’t-’

He cut himself off with a dramatic, choked out sob, and scrambled for a cigarette on the nightstand. There was only an empty packet and he dropped himself back onto the bed, whimpering, shoulders shaking as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

‘Fuck! I’m pathetic, I’m-’

He felt the mattress bounce as you moved away and whimpered, knowing he’d likely never see you again.

He did, though. A split second later when you sat cross legged beside him and popped a cigarette between his lips, offering a light, which he gratefully accepted.

The first inhale relaxed him more than he could comprehend, and he shuffled up to sit against the headboard, trying to steady his breathing.

‘Thank you,’ he said huskily. He meant it as gratitude for not leaving, but you handing him a cigarette masked thay enough for him not to feel more pathetic than he already did.

You placed a hand on his thigh. It wasn’t suggestive of anything other than comfort, and he appreciated that.

‘Take your time, ok?’

His brow furrowed, but he nodded anyway. Why would you wait for him?

‘Besides, when you eat me out like that, I’m hardly in a rush,’ you smiled, playfully.

Holland managed a small smile at that too.

‘That’s the March Magic,’ he muttered.

‘Oh, so that’s what you call it?’

‘Call what?’

‘Shotgun kissing my-’ you pointed between your legs.

‘I did what?!’

‘You don’t remember? Jesus. It was good, anyway. You’re good, March. And I’m sure when you’re ready, your cock will be just as delicious.’ 

He turned weak at your choice of words, turning temporarily dizzy as you absentmindedly licked your lips.

‘Wanna kiss me? Just kissing. Nothing else this time, ok?’

He whined and nodded again, leaning forward to enjoy the most tender kiss he could remember since- well. For a while.

You could taste yourself on him, but not for long as your mouth filled with his second hand smoke and you choked a little. You kept your lips pressed to his, though, tongues sliding together sweetly, with no expectations beyond this simple affection.

You felt your own cheeks grow damp and knew he was crying again. But you didn’t stop. He needed this, you realised, and you were more than willing to give him whatever he needed right now.

‘March,’ you whispered when you eventually pulled back for breath.

‘Mmh?’

‘How about you get yourself cleaned up while I run out to grab us some lunch? I can run you a bath?’

‘Yeah,’ he sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Yeah that would be really fucking good actually.’

****

‘That one’s a keeper.’

‘Huh?’ March was trying to get to sleep, but his mind was whirring with thoughts of how you’d cared for him today.

How you’d washed his hair after he sunk into the warm water, covered by bubbles, laid him some fresh clothes out for him, shared a nice lunch together, and spent the afternoon watching a movie and laughing and kissing. 

He hadn’t thought about his little problem all night, and you were to thank for that. 

He was pretty sure he was falling in love actually, and his thoughts were so occupied with the joy and despair that came along with that old, familiar feeling reigniting inside him, that he couldn’t fall asleep. The fact that he’d barely drank a thing today probably contributed to that too.

Maybe he should-

‘Don’t even think about it.’

That voice again. Who the fuck-

Holland turned, frowning to find his old pal, Bumble wedged right between you and him, hogging the covers.

‘Bumble. What do you want?’

Bumble took a long drag of his cigarette. 

‘Listen, I’m telling you — that one’s a keeper.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I’ve been stuck on. You really think so?’

‘You can’t even fuck and you’ve got room service and cigarettes being lit for you and kisses on tap. Yeah I think so.’

‘That’s not why I lov- I mean-’

Bumble chuckled. Holland frowned.

‘You worked the March Magic, huh?’

‘How do you know about- what? No. I mean. I- yeah but that’s not-’

‘Look, March, when killer bees fuck, the bee with the dick usually dies. You get to cum and live to tell the tale! You’ll be fine. You just gotta relax.’

Holland felt hazy. This was almost too much information to take in. But he remembered the relaxing part. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. Just take it easy. Your dick’ll be hard in no time. Night.’ 

‘Night, Bumble. Thanks for the pep talk.’

Holland yawned, and Bumble was gone.

****

Holland shifted in the warmth of the morning light. Something was off.

He stretched his legs and rolled onto his back to look at you, see if you were awake yet, see if he could figure out why he felt kind of… weird.

You were sleeping soundly beside him, your arm still draped over his middle beneath the sheets. Nothing unusual there, over the last couple of months you’d come to stay over with him more nights than not when he wasn’t working a case, and even then he’d sometimes find you in his bed when he returned home, and thanks to this he’d actually slept in his bed instead of finding a spot somewhere he felt safe. You’d made bed safe. You’d made him feel safe.

He smiled at the thought, and tried to shift his focus onto this feeling he was trying to place. It must be early – he’d not woken up before 10am for as long as he could remember and the clock on the dresser said 08:07.

He propped himself up to take a look around the room and actually screamed when he saw the huge tent formed in the sheets between his legs.

Jaw dropping, Holland fell back onto his pillow, muttering wildly, ‘Am I dreaming? Jesus, am I actually hard? Is this real?!’ 

He poised his thumb and forefinger over his other forearm and laughed, loudly and heartily, pinching his arm so hard he hurt himself and let out a little yelp mid giggle. It was real! He was awake, and he was hard.

Head spinning, Holland called your name in an excited whisper at first, turning himself to lay face to face with you and careful not to accidentally prod you with his raging hard on. What a nice problem to have to worry about! He let out a little, ‘Ha!’ at the thought.

He called your name again, louder this time, gently gripping your shoulder in sheer excitement. He hadn’t even considered yet that you’d want to actually do anything with his boner. He was just so thrilled that his dick still worked, he wanted to share it with the whole world. There was even a fleeting moment that he considered calling Healy, but he shook the thought from his head and tried to focus.

When your eyes blinked open, although taken aback that he was awake before you, you automatically smiled at his gleeful face and leant forward to kiss him, but in the buzz of excitement, he completely missed his cue and rolled away to demonstrate the tent in the sheets once again.

‘Look! It works! Ha! It really works!’

‘Jesus…’ you breathed, propping yourself up to get a good look at the size of him. ‘Holland… that’s so great, baby, I knew you could do it!’

‘It’s all thanks to Bumble!’ he smiled like an idiot. You didn’t ask.

Giddy, you sang out his little mantra; ‘March, March, he’s our man! If he can’t do it no one can! Maaaarch-mmh!’

His lips joined with yours then, cutting you off until he pulled back to get another look at the magnificent sight of his dick in full working order.

‘Holland…’ you started, and he hummed in your direction. ‘May I… touch you?’

All of the breath seemed to exit his body like a juice box being crushed underfoot. He wheezed out a, ‘Yes- please!’ followed by a slightly more coherent, ‘Touch- lick- anything. Go nuts!’

You slipped your hand back to his stomach, gradually pushing lower until you reached the waistband of his pyjamas (another new development; he wasn’t sleeping in his suits nearly as much these days).

‘Holland, are you sure you’re ready?’

‘I’ve been ready for months,’ he sighed, ‘it’s just a shame my schwanz has taken this long to catch up. Listen, I-’

‘It’s alright,’ you stopped him, feeling his body tense up, knowing where his thoughts were going. ‘I know it might be… quick. I don’t mind. Actually it’s kind of hot…’

Holland relaxed. Jesus, why did you have to be so understanding – and in such a sexy way? It was jarring. It felt nice. It made him fall for you all the more, and knew then that Bumble had been right about you. Holland had no intention of losing you.

Your fingers ghosted over his tip, and your palm slid down to feel out the length of him before you wrapped your fingers carefully around the base and pumped slowly. You planned to learn his body like he was learning yours, to memorise every response your touch elicited, know every trick in the book to drive him wild.

You glanced up from the hypnotising view of your hand stroking him beneath the sheets to see his face already slack with pleasure, mouth agape and eyes shut in bliss. Jesus, he was receptive. Delicious.

You moved your hand up to swipe your thumb over the tip, and discovered that not only did it cause his hips to buck, but there was already a thick bead of precum waiting for you there. 

He was moaning almost nonstop at this point. Your fist moved faster and Holland began to writhe. Actually writhe beneath you – legs trembling, toes curling, didn’t have a clue what to do with his limbs, or his hands; other than try and grasp at the bedding.

‘Jesus! F-fuck! Oh!’ he cried, loud and desperate, and you were so tempted to bring him off like this, to pump him furiously until he stained the sheets, but equally you craved more.

You wouldn’t ever say this to him, but the thought wouldn’t leave you alone; what if he couldn’t get it up again for a good couple of months and you’d passed up the chance to taste him when it was given so beautifully to you? No. You had to grasp this opportunity with both hands. Or, as the case may be, with one hand and your mouth.

Keeping your movements steady, you shuffled down, pushing the covers lower, too, and got your first proper look at his hard cock. It was quite the sight; as long and thick as it felt, handsome, steadily leaking – fit to burst actually. 

You wasted no more time, carefully kissing his tip first, slowing your hand a little to test the waters without overwhelming him, and he whimpered so prettily you almost lost composure.

As your lips wrapped around his tip and you sank down lower, sucking, swirling your tongue, keeping your hand pumping fast where he wouldn’t fit, you suddenly felt bitter heat coating your tongue.

Not just coating your tongue, filling your mouth. You did your best to keep going, to suck and lap and massage him through his peak, but it wasn’t just his drawn out screech of pleasure that was distracting you, it was the amount of cum he was still spilling all the while. Despite swallowing down what you could of the never ending hot rope, choking a little on the sheer volume, it still dribbled out past your lips, dripping onto his legs and stomach and the surrounding sheets that he was balling into tight fists.

When you emerged from the mess to crawl up over him and check he was doing ok, you were faced with the most blissed out, fucked out, sated, dumb smile you’d ever seen on his handsome face. He’s never looked more peaceful, and, as much as your core was throbbing after what you’d just done, you wanted more than anything to let him rest.

So you did. You settled on his chest, not caring about the stickiness drying between your flush bodies or around your lips, and listened to his heart, steady in his chest.

‘Fuck,’ he whispered after a long pause. ‘That was- fuck…’

You smiled to yourself, sure that after so long, anything he could get would have felt incredible, but you still took a little pride in the fact that you were the one to experience it with him.

‘You want me to make breakfast?’ you offered gently.

‘I want you to be my breakfast, does that count?’ he smirked.

‘No, Holland, I just want you to enjoy the moment. Don’t worry about me.’

‘Oh, I’m not worried.’

Holland shifted beneath you and you felt the beginnings of another erection stiffening his cock.

Your eyes widened as his opened, and your gazes locked.

‘You fixed it.’

‘Holland, please,’ you laughed. ‘I did not fix your dick.’

‘Of course you did, it’s the only explanation! Anyway, look, do you want to fix its current problem?’ His hips thrust upwards to nudge his now rock hard cock against your thigh to make sure you felt it.

‘Holland, if you’re not fucking me the March way within the next minute, I’m out of here.’

He laughed again and it occurred to you that you’d never spoken to him this early, or heard him laugh so much in a morning.

‘The March way?’ he raised an amused eyebrow at you.

‘Yeah.’

‘What’s that?’

‘I’m hoping you’re about to show me.’

And show you, he most certainly did.

[gg-pedro]

can you hear the music (ch. 3) - joel miller x reader

masterlist

summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano and find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world.

chapter 3: today, it would be sarah's 34th birthday. but today, tomorrow, and every other day, joel needs you.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, platonic!ellie x reader, implied age gap, smoochin', gropin', mentions of death, joel grieves, joel sings, arguing/fighting (kinda), mental health discussions, lewdness, angst, heavy feelings (and there's more where that come from!)

words: 3.4k

a/n: man. can u tell I rewatched episode 1? i’m proud of this one. also, I hope this reaches my fleetwood mac lovers.

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Joel, while in the middle of hauling a bag of horse feed over his good shoulder (and ‘good’ was being generous), realized he was getting old. This was the tenth revelation of the day, give or take. From when he forced himself out of bed onto aching joints, to when he hadn’t heard Ellie come up behind him in the kitchen, and most notably, to when he realized Sarah’s 34th birthday would’ve been today. 

It didn’t sting anymore. Not after this long, not after 20 years. It didn’t even hurt. 

It just ached. 

He sloughed the feed into the trough, stepping back to catch his breath. He glided his hand over the pretty little mare that he usually took out. She seemed too small to not be a pony, but hey, equine standards had flown out the window 20 years ago along with everything else. 

Tommy knew, too. He never forgot. Maybe that's why he patted Joel on the back at breakfast that morning and told him to go ‘take a ride’. Clear his head. They still had work to do today. The Earth never stopped spinning. Joel thought that by now, it should’ve.

To be fair, the date could’ve been a little off, but the air was that same lukewarm cold and the sun shone blinding in a clear blue sky the same way it did on the day Sarah was born. Winter was melting into a tepid spring in Wyoming, and Joel was still here to fucking see it.

For a second he wondered if his vision was going, too, having to do a double-take when he noticed you leaning against the wooden beam of the stall entrance.

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Y’ever heard of knocking?”

You rolled your eyes. “Must’ve missed the door.”

“How’d you find me?” He asked, finally turning to really look at you. Irritatingly beautiful.

“Ellie,” you answered. “Said you were going for a joy ride.”

He sighed, coming over to wrap his arms just below the dip of your spine. “Kid couldn’t keep a secret if her fuckin’ life depended on it,” he grumbled, pausing afterwards to give you a slow kiss.

“I like the honesty. She’s got nothing to hide, especially if it has anything to do with you.” You grinned and fell right into his little ploy. 

“Mmh. Lucky me.”

He had you backed against the wooden railing in an instant, his hand creeping up below your shirt and onto the soft skin of your waist. The touch raised goosebumps all over your body. You placed two hands on either side of his neck, gently, enjoying the way he was feeling you up with his lips glued to yours.

“Now? Right here?” You asked once you had the chance to break away from his mouth. “A little risky, Miller. Don’t forget, I’m still your worst kept secret,” you chided.

“No, not right here. And fuck you.” He pulled away until all but one hand was still stroking your side through your shirt.

“Likewise.”

And Joel loved you. Maybe not in the same way he loved Tommy or Ellie or Sarah, but still, he did. He loved your smart mouth, the way you blazed like a fire in bed with him, your natural talent, the way you made it all ache less. 

And you did– make it ache less. That was reason enough. 

He gestured to the horse that was a few feet away, still eating its breakfast. “You wanna join?”

“Can’t say no,” you said. “What’s the occasion? I thought they were strict about leaving for non-essential reasons.”

Joel was looking at you until he wasn’t, his gaze going right through you. He could tell you. He knew he could. You knew about his daughter and you still never brought it up. You’d lost people too, he knew that. He could tell you and you would bring him into your arms and say something like, I’m so sorry, Joel. I’m here. I’m here if you need me. 

He would tell you. But not today.

He shrugged and pressed a kiss into your hairline. “Just another day. I want you to come.”

“Alright, then.” You nodded towards the guitar sitting in the corner of the stall. Dark stained wood around the edges fading into a lighter mahogany. It was beautiful. “Bringing that, too?”

“Yeah, why not. Here, let me help.” He grabbed it and lifted it over your head, situating it so that the body of the guitar was resting against your back. “You ever played?”

You shook your head. “No. Good thing you do.”

He brought the horse out into the open, making sure he still had everything important– a gun in his pocket and a broken watch on his wrist. He helped you up onto the saddle, sitting behind him and flush with his back. 

Outside the walls, It was a beautiful day. The sun had melted away the heavy snow on the peaks of the rolling hills, the first kiss of spring. New life, grass that had started to green. You had your arms wrapped tightly around Joel’s middle, face pressed against the back of his shoulder. The fields seemed boundless. You hadn’t realized just how infinitesimally small your world had grown since being in Jackson. 

“Are there usually infected around here?” You asked. 

“Not really. The valley helps. We’ll stay out in the open, don’t worry, baby.”

You didn’t even have to ask. The little tour he was giving you around the east end of the fields was mostly an effort to case the surrounding area, his senses on high alert for anything dangerous. The truth was, this place was secure. Still, Joel would move mountains to keep you safe. Would do anything. He’d made mistakes in the past that he wouldn’t let happen again. Couldn’t.

After a loop around the outer wall, riding with a mixture of the horse's friendly canter and Joel intentionally speeding her up to scare the shit out of you and make you hold on tighter to him, he settled on a plateau at the top of a hill, a few steps away from the thick evergreen forest.

After helping you off the mare and spreading out the woven blanket he had rolled up on the back of the saddle, Joel sat down with a heavy sigh. You tied the lead to a low tree branch where the horse seemed content to roam. After, you pulled the guitar over your head and handed it to him.

It was still early in the day, and the sun was barely cresting over the hilltops from this view. 10:42 AM. That’s when his daughter was born. He looked down at the broken face of his watch out of habit, even though the thing had been broken for years at this point. 

You dropped down next to him and your head immediately connected with his shoulder. Looking over at him, his eyes were far away and glassy. “What’re you thinking about?”

Joel shook his head and pressed a slow kiss into your forehead. “Nothin’. Just wondering what I should play.” He brought the guitar into his lap and strummed it a little, pausing to tune the top string down half a step. “Feel like I gotta impress you.”

You huffed a laugh and shook your head. “You don’t have to. Who’d you used to listen to?”

“Oh, Jesus…” he had sort of let go of the fond memories he had of old music. With you, though, he was starting to miss it. “Some Zeppelin, some Billy Joel, Pearl Jam… Nirvana was just gettin’ good, too. Lots of Chet Atkins when I was younger.”

You just smiled, moving your hand to stroke his knee. “None of that surprises me.”

“You like Fleetwood Mac?” he asked after a while. “Stevie Nicks, always one of my favorites. My daughter’s, too.”

Your heart hurt a little at that. Joel had never brought up the daughter he’d lost with you. You kissed his shoulder as he started picking the strings to the tune of Landslide, that gentle back and forth that you hadn’t heard in more than 20 years. 

“That's a good one, baby.”

You still remembered the lyrics. He did, too. 

I took my love, I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills,

‘Til the landslide brought me down

Joel’s playing wasn’t perfect. He’d picked the guitar up again a few times in the last couple weeks, but before that, it had been a lifetime ago. On that radio station in Austin, The Best Of The ‘70’s, this one would come on all the time. Sarah would grin and sing her best rendition, as loudly as possible, always egging Joel on to join in too. Sometimes he would, but not always. He regretted that. 

He thought your voice was beautiful. Clear and bright. His voice was probably an octave below yours, gravelly and out of practice. The two of you mixed together like honey into whiskey. 

Oh, mirror in the sky,

What is love?

Can the child in my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

He would’ve liked to scoff at that. There's nothing to do but handle it. Push forward and deal. He didn’t die on September 26th, 2003, despite his best efforts and no matter how much he wanted to. He was here with you. Singing with you, laughing through the verses, watching the sun light up your eyes. And for that? A part of him had to consider himself a lucky son of a bitch.

He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to make a life with you. The extent to which he could see that to fruition, he wasn’t sure. Everything was uncertain. He didn’t even deserve it. Nothing he had done over the past 20 years was worthy of you. But fuck, he could be good. If he tried, maybe, he could be good for you. And trying? It’d be worth it. 

Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’

‘Cause I’ve built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I’m getting older, too

Joel had to stop singing. Tears were swelling in his dark brown eyes and one wrong move would break the entire dam of emotions. He kept playing, though, into the second chorus, happy to listen to you.

Well, I’ve been afraid of–

“Joel?”

You turned away from the landscape to look at his face. Tears were streaking his cheeks, his eyes staring straight ahead of him. You didn’t say anything– you took the guitar out of his arms and brought him into yours instead. You rubbed slow circles into his flannel-clad back, holding him tight as his shoulders sagged and shuddered with every shaky inhalation. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry," he managed to say.

“It’s okay, Joel. You’re okay. It’s just me, you know I don’t mind. I got you, come on, just get it out.”

You had your own guesses as to what was getting to him so bad. You told yourself a long time ago that you wouldn’t pry. He wouldn’t tell you like that, anyway. He had to do it himself. 

After a few pregnant moments passed with the two of you like that, his breathing finally evened out enough for him to speak clearly. He pulled away from you, taking your face into his hands so you couldn’t look away. His eyes were reddened and puffy, his cheeks wet.

“I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you. D’you understand that? Nothin’. I’m gonna take care of you. Keep you safe. Keep you happy.” He tucked your hair behind your ears before gliding his thumbs over the skin just below your eye. “I will. You just gotta let me.”

You gently pried his hands away from your face, taking them into your own and pressing a kiss into his knuckles. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you. I’ll let you,” you repeated. “I’m safe with you, I know.”

He pulled you in suddenly, practically squeezing all of the air out of your lungs with the grip he had on you. “I promise you. I promise.”

He promised you, and you believed him. 

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills,

Well, the landslide bring it down

Oh, the landslide bring it down

-

At your lesson with Ellie, she seemed more motivated than you did. Sooner or later, she was going to exhaust the entire Star Wars: A Beginner’s Score sheet music book that you had found a few years back. 

After successfully sight reading the first few bars of The Imperial March and promptly declaring that she had had enough ‘piano-ing’ for the day, Ellie gave you a look.

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Nothin’,” she said flippantly, looking away from you. “Just– are you and Joel, like, together?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Ellie turned, looking exasperated. “Pft. You know exactly what I mean.”

You rolled your eyes and jokingly shoved her away from you by the forehead. “We’re getting married next week, actually,” you said, laughing. “Mhm, we’re running away with each other. Gonna buy a big white house with a big picket fence down south– you know, to keep you out.”

“Oh, fuck you, dude.” She giggled too, punching your shoulder in return hard enough to push you down the piano bench. “I have a right to know! And besides, I don’t have anyone to tell. I can keep a secret.”

“I disagree, but– if you memorize your F# minor scale by Tuesday, I’ll tell you all about it. Has to be perfect, though,” you qualified.

“Fine,” she said with stubborn resolve. “And… there's one more thing.” Her eyes cast downwards and her shoulders drooped a little as she gave a long exhale.

“What is it?”

She looked back up at you through her dark lashes. “Did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda?”

“The– the who?”

With a completely straight face, she said, “Yeah. He’s lucky it was a soft drink.”

Ellie’s laughter could barely be heard over your exaggerated groaning. You had your head dropped into your hands and Ellie in tears when Joel walked in through the front door.

Ellie, sighing and wiping her eyes, said: “I told her the ol’ soda-can-to-the-head one. Pretty good, right?”

“Jesus…” you heard Joel mutter.

Shiny-eyed and smiling, you pointed to the door. “Out of my house. Both of you. And don’t bother coming back.”

Ellie grabbed her coat and was out the door before Joel could even open his mouth. “See you Tuesday!”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

-

Later that day, in the hot and unusually busy Tipsy Bison, Joel was too drunk.

It was the perfect conclusion to the most bittersweet day he’d had in a while. Had the morning with you, finished up a roofing project just after dinner, and against his better judgment, asked if you wanted drinks. You arrived as a pair, undoubtedly eliciting new whisperings from your fellow Jackson residents, but Joel was starting not to care.

You’d mentioned going out together in passing to him after he had told you about the bar scene when he was younger, commenting on how you wished you’d gotten to experience that. And yeah, maybe this felt more like playing pretend to him than anything, but he wanted to give you good days. Good memories. A real life, where you could experience things with him and not have to worry about how long the happiness would last.

Tonight, it backfired. A year ago today, he would’ve been mixing whiskey and oxycodone to forget it was Sarah’s birthday. But now, he was too drunk with Tommy, and you were watching all of it, and he wished he still had a handful of pills to knock him out. 

“She your girlfriend now, brother?” Tommy slurred, clapping him on the shoulder. 

Joel grabbed you roughly by the waist from his seat at the bar, tucking you in close to him. “Yeah, she’s my girl,” he cooed. “Ain’t that right, pretty baby?”

Tommy chuckled, slamming his glass down onto the counter. “Same way Tessa was your girl? Or different this time?”

Joel wanted to be sick. “The fuck’s wrong with you, asshole?”

You, a little tipsy yourself by this point, smoothed a hand over Joel’s curls in an effort to de-escalate this conversation. “Joel, hey. He’s your brother. Don’t start a fight.”

Tommy shook his head and patted you on the arm. “It’s okay, baby, let him speak.”

Drunkenly, Joel stood up, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be saddled with all this shit,” he started. “Always chasin’ your sorry ass. Halfway across the fuckin’ country this time. If it weren’t for you, Tess’d be here.”

This was an old argument, but they were drunk, and it seemed like the perfect time to rehash it. 

Tommy stood up to meet his eyes. “Oh yeah? Really? If it weren’t for me, Joel, you’da had a bullet in your head by now. Oh, y’haven't told her? Your girl? Go on, tell her. Tell her all about Sarah. Happy fuckin’ birthday to her.”

“Keep her name out your motherfuckin’ mouth, you– bastard–”

You had your arm interlinked with Joel’s, but he flung you off of him in an instant. He swung at Tommy, but his aim was a little diluted from the gin and Tommy ducked anyway. He only got one attempt in before five different people were pulling them away from each other to opposite ends of the bar.

You followed Joel, thanking the two men who were restraining him as he shouted strings of profanities and nobody, assuring them that you could take it from here. 

“Joel, you gotta calm down. Hey. Hey, Miller, I’m fucking talking to you.” You grabbed his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “Take a breath. Just take a breath.”

He did as he was told, but his eyes were still darting rapidly around the room. “Tommy…” he breathed out. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to, I swear. Did I hurt him? I hurt him, didn’t I?”

“No, baby. You– uh, you missed.”

“Ah,  fuck.”

Maybe narcotics wouldn’t have fixed this, either.

Joel let you drag him back to your place without putting up much of a fight. Sarah. She would’ve been ashamed of him. There was a mounting list of things that Sarah would’ve hated him for, and this was just the icing on the cake.

Back on your couch, lying on his back, he wanted today to be over. 

“I was s’pposed to be doin’ good for you,” he said quietly. “Bein’ better for you.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, your voice straining with the force it took to tug off his left boot.

“I’m no good for you.”

“Joel–”

“I ain’t, babydoll. I ain’t. Not for you, not for Ellie, not for Tommy, not for Tessa, and not for Sarah,” he mumbled. “It’s her birthday.”

“I know.”

“I miss her,” he swallowed. “Real bad.”

“I know, Joel.”

There was a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest. Landslide was still stuck in his head.

… saw my reflection… snow covered hills …

He shut his eyes. “Is Ellie alright?”

“Mhm. She’s asleep down the street,” you said, tracing lazy shapes into his stomach.

“She’s a good kid,” he mumbled. “Tough kid.”

“She is,” you agreed. “She relies on you– cares about you. Lots of people care about you.”

… time makes y’bolder, children get… older …

Joel hummed in response. “I still need you.”

… I’m gettin’ older, too … 

You bit your lip. You should really get back up, make sure Joel had a glass of water and painkillers near him for when he woke up. Maybe even a bowl from the kitchen. But your body felt like it was being weighed down by lead, and the infrequency at which you actually drank alcohol was making you unfathomably tired.

You laid down on top of him, head pressed against his chest. His breathing was slow and even and his heart rate was calm. 

“I need you, too.”

-

[peskygirl13]

MK SO-

I just got the Pokémon SWSH DLCs and I was wondering what it would be like for some legendary Pokémon to come to twst and cause some trouble(Legendarys I’d like to do ( you c an pick just one: Kyogre, Giratina, or Groudon)

If you can i want it to be just Diasomina!

This turned out longer than I expected and I got so mad with myself because I was almost done with writing this and I accidently deleted all my new work, so I had to start over from my last save point which is one of the reasons it took so long to post.

I’ve been binge playing the old Sinnoh games and rewatching the anime, so this was fun to write (despite me deleting my work). 

This will have references to the Pokémon Platinum game, so spoilers if you haven’t played the game and plan to. 

Hope you enjoy!

Malleus's favorite time of the day was night time. Night time was the best!

The world was at peace, it was quiet, everything was asleep, save for a few nocturnal creatures much like himself, he could hide from SIlver and Sebek and have some time to himself, and there were no students or humans who would see him and run away in terror.

But his favorite thing about night time was probably when he got to visit his favorite human, (Y/n).

Their situation was a bit odd, having appeared out of nowhere from a world full of creatures called Pokémon, but Malleus didn't care. They weren't afraid of him. After spending a lifetime of having people fear him due to his name, it was a nice change.

Malleus arrived at the Ramshackle dorm to find you already sitting outside, cleaning your Empoleon's feathers.

"Greetings, Child of Man." He greeted, happily walking up to you.

"Hey, Tsunotaro." You smiled, putting down Empoleon's brush to wave at him.

That was another thing Malleus adored about you. Even after finding out who he was, you still didn't fear him and continued calling him by that amusing nickname you gave him.

You both entered the dorm, along with Empoleon, and he was instantly greeted with the rest of your strange creatures. Luxray, Togekiss, Glaceon, Garchomp, and Lucario.

You headed over to the kitchen to make some tea while he got comfortable on the couch. Once he was seated, Garchomp laid its head on Malleus's lap, implying that it wanted scratches.

By the time you had returned with two mugs of steaming tea, all the other Pokémon had already gotten comfortable and most had fallen asleep.

You handed Malleus his mug before sitting down in your chair. Glaceon hopped up and curled up in your lap before falling back asleep.

After you both got comfortable, you began regaling Malleus with stories of your world.

Malleus loved hearing your stories.

From your gym battle challenges to your contests. Catching all your Pokémon and even receiving an egg from a woman named Cynthia that hatched into a Togepi that which layer evolved into your beloved Togekiss.

Malleus has never left the Valley of Thorns, except for school, so he enjoyed hearing about your travels. Your freedom to journey and see so many different places, never being tied down, he envied it.

“May I see your badges and ribbons again?” He asked.

“Sure.” You agreed, getting up to grab them.

At the movement, Glaceon, rather huffily, got up from your lap and moved to Malleus, curling up on his lap instead. He instantly started stroking her with one hand while the other continued scratching Garchomp. He only stopped when you handed him your badge and ribbon case.

He immediately opened them both and admired your impressive 7 badges and 5 sparkling ribbons. 

You had told him that even though you had collected the required number of ribbons, you were transported to Twisted Wonderland before you could compete in the Grand Festival. You also hadn’t yet had the chance to earn your 8th and final gym badge, which allowed you to challenge the Elite Four and the Sinnoh Champion. 

“They are very impressive, Child of Man.” Malleus complemented.

Even though there wasn’t a gym challenge or contests in Twisted Wonderland, Malleus could tell how much value each badge and ribbon you earned had.

“Thanks, Tsunotaro.” You beamed, positively preening at the complement. “Maybe when I find a way home you could come with me and have your own journey. There are a bunch of dragon type Pokémon I bet you’d like. Maybe your starter could be an Axew. Or a Dino. Maybe a Gible seeing how well you get along with Garchomp. There are also rock or electric types. OOH- Maybe a fairy type!”

Malleus tuned your rambling out. His head was both empty and racing.

Him? Go on a journey in another world? The idea was preposterous! Yet... also tempting.

Traveling around with no chains. Nobody knowing who he was, thus no one quivering at the sight of him. No overbearing, but well meaning, guards to coddle him. He liked this idea!

Unfortunately, he didn’t have long to dwell on the tempting daydream when Ramshakle’s door slammed open with a loud bang.

“WAKA-SAMA!!!”

Speak of the devil.

You and Malleus turned to the doorway to a disheveled and hysterical looking Sebek and a normal sleepy looking Silver.

“Sebek.” Malleus greeted, hiding his annoyance of being interrupted during his time with his Child of Man.

“Waka-sama, you mustn’t leave without telling us! What if something happens to y-”

The half-fae was cut off by and ice beam, freezing him solid. You and Malleus looked over at Glaceon who was angry about having her sleep disturbed for a third time. Now quite irritated and huffy, Glaceon angrily marched upstairs to try and get some sleep in your room.

“My apologies.” You jumped when Lilia appeared behind you without warning, hanging upside down as usual. “They ran off when I wasn’t looking.”

You looked back at the other Diasomnia residence. Silver had already fallen asleep, using Togekiss’s soft, feathery body as a pillow, while Sebek was slowly beginning to thaw out of the ice.

You wish you could say this is the weirdest thing to ever happen with them.

After having Lucario use force-palm and free Sebek, you all sat down near the fire.

(You left Silver be since he was already asleep.)

Sebek wanted to know what was so fascinating about you that Waka-sama would continuously come visit you. 

The only thing you could think of was telling them about your journey.

“After I won my seventh gym badge at Snowpoint, I had to meet my friend, Barry, at Lake Acuity and right after that I had to meet with Professor Rowan and Lucas at Lake Verity.”

“Why did you have to go to those lakes?” Lilia asked, genuinely curious as to what value they had.

“Uh, well-- mmh-- pthbbt.” You tried to think of a way to avoid that question, or at least dance your way around it, and the stuttering and raspberry blowing was obviously helping you be discreet in avoiding the question. 

“GLACE!!”

A loud yell echoed from upstairs thatw as loud enough to wake even Silver. You were momentarily grateful that you had been interrupted before realizing ‘Oh shit that’s my Pokémon.”

“Glaceon!” You yelled, bolting from your chair and rushing up the stairs with your Pokémon and the Diasomnia boys at your heels.

You opened your bedroom door with a loud bang and saw Glaceon in a defensive stance, hissing at the mirror with Grim looking frazzled.

“Fgaah! Minion, control your Pokémon! I was asleep and then it started shouting and tried to attack the mirror!” He yelled angrily, before stalking off to the living room to continue sleeping.

You sighed before looking over at the mirror. You held out your arm towards your Pokémon so they knew not to do anything yet. You inched closer to the mirror, pausing only for a second to pet Glaceon and calm her down a bit. You walked forward a few more steps until you were face-to-face with the mirror. 

Now that you were closer, you could see the shadow of something moving within the glass. You didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t Micky. You leaned a bit closer, trying to make out the figure--

“GIRATINA!!”

Everything went black.

~

The first thing you noticed when you could see again was that you were clearly not in your room. Or your dorm for that matter. 

Everything was weird. You weren’t sure of any other way to describe it other than weird.

Weird and familiar.

“The Reverse World.” You muttered, shocked by your sudden return to the feared Giratina’s playground. 

You didn’t have long to stay dumbfounded when you remembered the Legendary who lived in this world. You frantically looked around you and saw that your team and the boys were with you, which did nothing to curb your panic. Grim wasn’t with you all, so you assumed hoped that he was still at Ramshackle.

You first woke up your Pokémon. They freaked out for a second before realizing where they were, putting them all on guard. They carefully scanned their surroundings for anything they found threatening while you quickly crawled over to the boys, traying to shake them awake. 

“Get up. Guys, get up! We need to move!”

The Diasomnia boys hardly registered what was happening and where they were before you pulled them away. Your team created a barrier around you all as you lead the boys through the strange new world. All they could do was look around wildly.

“Careful, gravity gets weird here.” You warned them. 

True to your words, the piece of land you all were walking on started to curve in the air until you all started walking upside down. Even Lilia, who was used to hanging upside down, was a bit thrown off about this.

“What is this place?” Silver asked what everyone was thinking, knowing that you were the only one who could give any of them an answer.

“The Distortion World.” You explained. “Also known as the Reverse World. It’s kind of like the Underworld of my world.”

That explanation only provided them with more questions but went they entered a place that had these large bubbles floating around them they were quickly distracted.

“Hey,” Silver called, gaining everyone’s attention. “This thing has headmaster Crowley in it.”

Said bubble did have a picture of Crowley in his office, working late into the night. Huh. Who know he actually did anything.

Silver raised a hand towards the bubble. 

“No, don’t touch it!” You exclaimed. Unfortunately it was a second to late and the bubble popped at the slightest graze of Silver’s fingers.

The boys looked over to you at the sound of you yell, seeing your panicked expression.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You order, stressing out each word. “Everything in this world effects the real world. If you aren’t careful you could kill someone through this place.

The boys looked positively alarmed.

“Will the headmaster be alright?”

You waved off their concern, continuing to lead the way. “He’ll be fine. Popping that bubble didn’t kill him, but it did feel like he was hit with a bowling ball.

“How do you know this? How do you know so much about this place, (Y/n).” Lilia asked, dead serious. 

You glance over your shoulder at them before sighing.

Guess it was time to come clean.

“There are some things that happened during my journey that I didn’t tell you guys about.” You confessed.

“While journeying through Sinnoh, I constantly ran into an organization called Team Galactic. Their leader, Cyrus, believed that the world was ugly and needed to be destroyed. His plan was to capture the legendary Pokémon, Palkia and Dialga, and the Lake Guardians, Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf. Those three were the reason I met Barry and Professor Rowan at the lakes, Lilia, to try and save the Lake Guardians from Team Galactic. Anyway, Cyrus claimed that he was going to create his own, perfect world using the powers of the legendary Pokémon. At least I think that was his plan. He talks like Shakespeare and I have a middle school education. Anyway, before he could create his ‘perfect world’ Giratina appeared and took Cyrus away to here, the Distortion World. This is Giratina’s domain.”

The boys were stunned into silence. They knew you were strong, but for you to have done all that as well as fighting overblots? They were truly impressed.

“What happened afterwards?” Malleus questioned, enthralled by your story.

“Cynthia, the current Sinnoh Champion, and I entered the Distortion World to save Cyrus. Unfortunately, he saw this place as his ideal world and didn’t want to leave. In the end, we had to use force and I beat him in a battle. And, after that, I had to face Giratina itself. But, I don’t know how, but before I could face it, the Dark Mirror called me to Twisted Wonderland.”

You stopped walking, taking a deep breath before turning to face the boys. 

“We need to find Giratina. Giratina’s the only Pokémon that can travel between worlds and its the only thing that can get us back to Night Raven.”

Your tone alone was enough to my the Diasomnia boys understand the severity of the situation.

“Human, if this creature is as powerful as you claim, then how do you expect to get it?” Sebek interrogated. 

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a purple ball with an ‘M’ on it, showing it the the boys.

“This is a master ball. I stole it from Cyrus’s base when I went to save the Lake Guardians. It can catch any Pokémon without fail. All we need to do is find Giratina.”

“Lucar!” 

“Luxray!”

You all turned to Lucario and Luxray who were growling in the same direction. Looking closely, you could see something coming at you all. Your team took their battle stances and sure enough, there was the Angel of Darkness itself, Giratina. 

Even Malleus had to admit, that creature was terrifying. 

It looked like a dragon and centipede mixed together, but it towered over everything, easily dwarfing them all.

You waisted no time.

“Empoleon, Hydro Cannon!” You ordered. Even Sebek had to admit that your authoritative tone was hard to ignore and resist, full of confidence and superiority. 

Empoleon listened without question, fearlessly attacking the towering giant.

“Lucario, Aura Sphere! Glaceon, Ice Beam! Luxray, Thunder! Garchomp, Dragon Rush!”

All your Pokémon attacked at once, hitting Giratina square on. The legendary screeched before firing a move of its own that your team narrowly avoided.

“Great job. Keep attacking!” You ordered shooing the boys out of Giratina’s firing range.

“What do we need to do to help, (Y/n)?” Malleus asked. He was already gripping his pen, ready to fight.

“Nothing. Just stay put and don’t move.” You ordered sternly. The boys were stunned.

“What?! (Y/n) we can help-” 

“I know you can help,” You cut off. “But I don’t need to defeat Giratina. I just need to distract it.”

You ran off before they could question what you meant, whistling for your Pokémon.

“Togekiss!” You called, jumping off the edge of the land and easily getting caught by your flying type, who flew you behind Giratina. 

You let your team get in one last group attack before throwing the master ball at Giratina. 

The legendary effortlessly went in and after a spectacular dive made by you and Togekiss, you caught the ball and returned to the boys.

The boys ran over to you as you climbed off Togekiss, looking at the ball in your hand.

“I can’t believe you actually caught it, human!” Sebek exclaimed, flabbergasted. 

“Thanks, Sebek.”

“So what now?” Silver asked. The group all turned to you expectedly and you rolled your eyes before turning around to the wide open space and releasing Giratina from the master ball. 

“Giratina,” You called, “Please take us back.”

Giratina stared down at you before letting out an echoing screech and lowing its head to your level.

Immediately understanding what it wanted you to do, you crawled onto its head before waving the boys over.

“C’mon. We its going to take us back.”

Hesitantly, the boys climbed on with your Pokémon and once everyone was on, Giratina soared through the air.

This was different from riding a broom or riding Togekiss, who was happily flying beside you all, but it was exhilarating at the same time.

Too soon for anyone’s tastes, Giratina slowed down to a stop before lowering itself down so that everyone could climb off. 

The place were Giratina dropped you all off was a small patch of land with two lakes on it. You and the boys could see your bedroom in one of the lakes, making you realize that you were looking through your bedroom mirror.

“Alright!” You cheered. “Let’s get back.” But before you could step through the reflection, Empoleon called out to you.

“Empoleon!”

“Huh? What is it, Empoleon?”

He was looking in the other lake, pointing at something. 

You, your team, and the boys looked through the refection and you couldn’t restrain the gasp that left your mouth.

You could see the Mesprit, the guardian of Lake Verity.

“That’s Mesprit, Lake Verity’s guardian!” You exclaimed, coming to several realizations at once. “That’s close to Twinleaf Town. I-I could go home!”

You turned to your team and the Diasomnia boys, your eyes sparking with both joy and a few unshed tears. “With Giratina we can go home and still stay in Twisted Wonderland!”

Mallues watched you with soft eyes. He had seen a side if you tonight that he had never seen before. Your courage, your confidence, your skill. He had these too, but yours stemmed from experience. This wasn’t something you were taught since you were born like him, these were abilities you learned through trial and error with your team. Something that he wanted.

With a new found determination, Malleus turned to his most trusted knights and friends.

“Lilia, Silver, Sebek,” He began, quickly gaining everyone's attention, “I have decided that until it is time for me to receive the crown from my grandmother, I want to travel (Y/n)’s world with a Pokémon of my own.”

Even you weren’t expecting that announcement.

“WHAT?! WAKA-SAMA ARE YOU FEELING WELL?!?!? WE MUST GET YOU TO AN INFIMERORY!!”

“I’m fine, Sebek. And I’m not joking.”

“WHAAAAAAAT?!?! YOU, HUMAN, YOU HAVE GIVEN WAKA-SAMA THIS DANGEROUS IDEA!!”

“I think its a great idea.”

“MASTER LILIA?!?!”

“zzzzz”

You couldn’t help snorting at the scene in front of you. A rather calm Malleus simply being unmovable about his choice of coming home with you, a hysterical Sebek trying to talk him out of it, an impish looking Lilia who actually supported Malleus’s idea, and a snoozing silver, who could still sleep effortlessly despite the chaos surrounding him.

You leaned up against Empoleon’s belly, him and all your other Pokémon already lying down, knowing that this was going to take a while. Even Giratina was curled up!

But, You thought, watching the group was a soft smile, you know that no matter how much you wanted to go home, you would've missed this. And this, your friends and NRC, was something that you never wanted to lose.

Bonus:

After sorting everything out with Crowley, you returned to your world to reconcile with your friends and your mom. It took some explaining, but bringing Grim back with you as well as Malleus with his magic and horns was enough to convince everyone what happened to you.

Afterwards, you were able to compete in the Grand Festival. You didn’t end up winning, however you did make it to the finals. Your opponent, Dawn, had only beaten you by a few points.

The Diasomnia gang, as well as Grim, the Adeuce combo, and the Pomefiore Trio were all present to see this and couldn’t have been prouder.

Once the Grand Festival had come to a close, you headed over to Sunnyshore City and won your 8th and final Gym Badge, permitting you to challenge the Elite Four and Cynthia.

The Pomefiore Trio didn’t watch these challenges, but the other did. 

Their nerves were through the roof when you finally faced Cynthia. And when your Garchomp miraculously out sped her Garchomp with the finishing move nobody cheered louder. 

In the end, you took Malleus to the place where you caught Garchomp back when he was still a Gible and caught Malleus his own, whom he unironically named ‘Gargoyle.’ 

Malleus did have to return to the Valley of Thorns, but not without you promising that the upcoming summer would be the start of his own Pokémon Journey. 

I wrote most of this forgetting about Grim, so sorry he doesn’t have a bigger role or more screen time.

Fun story; I got in trouble for writing down my ideas for this at work even though I did it while the store was dead and I’ve worked there for nearly two years and have either written something or drawn something almost every shift I have. Litterally no one but the manager to caught me cares. 

And, just to irritate me more (whether she was aware of it or not), said manager takes my writings and decides to read them and then proceeds to put them back in the wrong order before lecturing me.

So, yeah, that was fun.

[caravaggiosbrushes]

Im DYING bc Im waiting to see the hamilfilm until i finish some exams i have in a couple of days and everytime i see edits and gifs and thing i feel like crying this is the hardest thing ive ever done. You know what I absolutely dont want to watch/see? Eliza's scream. I dont- I cant. Hhhhhhhhhh. What was your favourite full-HD-can-see-over-and-over-again moment? -✨✨

Hello golden star anon!!! Oh I feel you, I had the same plan- I wanted to wait until after my exam on july 9th........ Which lasted for a few hours then i caved and watched it and rewatched it and MY GOD. I still can't believe that we can??? Just??? WaTCH IT????????

I'd say...you can watch it... it's just 2h40 of your time...... [ Dark kermit meme ] watch it.

Jk do what you think it's best but my advice would be to watch it at the end of your day bc you won't be able to think about anything else after. It's- incredible. It doesn't compare to the live experience of course, they're two completely different things. But! It's incredible anyway.

I FEEL YOU ABOUT ELIZA'S SCREAM...........well. brace yourself. Pippa is BEYOND WORDS. but like all of them??? I was SHOCKED at how good LIN is at acting?? I mean I knew it, I've seen the bo*tlegs and ITH and everything but- the closeups. THE CLOSEUPS. The camera does some fucking genius movement oh my god YOU'LL SEE!!!

my favourite moment mmh that's hard. Very hard. It's not just one, I can't choose just one, there are a few of my super favourites:

-when lin enters in the opening number. Not just because it's him but because of what the camera does. I literally made some kind of noises outloud the first time.

-GROFF???? EVERYTHING??? HIS WHOLE NINE MINUTES. because he has so little time compared to everyone else and so his every facial expressions and movements are full of meaning and omg i ADORE his crazy spoiled-child version of king George. He's so good. So pretty and angelic looking yet a crazy bitch.

-pippa's LAST scene. Not the entire song, just her last last moment. You've seen it if you've seen a bo**leg, but this........god it was as if she punched me in the stomach.

-in my shot there is one guy from the ensamble (damn I don't know their names!) who does a CRAZY WONDERFUL dancing number with a book????? I think i never noticed it before but you're gonna notice it here. So good.

-yknow in non-stop when hamilton says "i was chosen for the constitutional convention", while going down from the table to the chairs? LISTEN TO LIN'S VOICE.

HONESTLY EVERYTHING ELSE JESUS LIKE CHRIS IS SO GOOD, ONE LIST TIME ENDED ME. HAMILTON AND LAURENS HAVE SO MANY WONDERFUL MOMENTS. RENEE?????? BRACE YOURSELF. I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE WORDS FOE HER. EVERYTHING- DAVEED. MARIA BEING THE ONE WHO HANDS HAMILTON THE QUILL AT THE TRANSITION OF HURRICANE/PAMPHLET. I DONT KNOW. JEFFERSON HANDING A COPY OF THE PAMPHLET TO: LACAMOIRE.

Also i love that they included the bows and the applause after the end!!!!! LAC!!!!!! I LOVE HIM

Ok I'm sorry im done now i want to rewatch it agAIN

Here's a gif of me throwing my university notes away to go watching hamilton again:

[iminyourhandskara]

I'll Be Good. - Psiturn One Shot

@thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain @yeratimelordkatniss here’s my new psiturn one shot, i havent written anything since a karamel one in september, but i felt really inspired after rewatching 3x11 and i needed to let it all out, this is set in the canon universe, good luck reading these 4000 words!😅😂😁😁

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Imra strutted down the stairs, following J’onn’s indications, the place she’d been looking for must’ve been there at the end of the corridor. Strange sounds and hisses came from the first rooms: she rolled her eyes and stopped right in front of the last one, which looked particularly brighter than the others. A window, she remembered hearing that from Kara once they got back from their mission. Imra showed a special DEO badge to the agent guarding the cell, he placed a card on a scanner and opened the glass door; the golden locks of the woman covered her view, she seemed to be reading a book - probably another idea from Kara - until she looked up.

“What are you doing here?” “Well, good morning to you, too.” Imra raised an eyebrow. “Please, don’t try to be sassy. It’s laughable.” “I don’t see you laughing.” “What are you doing here, again?” “Why, can’t I visit a friend in her beautiful room?” “We’re not friends.” Psi chuckled and moved a strand of hair from her face, before standing up from her chair. “We almost died on the same mission, I’m pretty sure that makes us something.” “We’re not anything. Now tell me what you really want.” Imra inhaled a deep breath and her voice dropped the annoyed tone. “I’m leaving in two days. I’m going back home in the 31st century.” “I still don’t see the connection between that and myself, Matilda.” “I want you to come with me.” ”Excuse me?” Her green eyes tried to understand if Psi was offended or angry, but she only seemed confused. “I’ve been here for a short time, and the time I’ve spent with you was only a 0,01% of that. Probably even less. But I’ve learned a lot in these months, about myself, especially.” The look of confusion didn’t seem to disappear from her eyes, actually it just grew.

“What I’ve learned from the Legion, from Mon-El and directly from Supergirl now, is that our lives are always on a crossroads, what we choose to do with our superpowers is up to us only. I know you’ve used yours to hurt people, to get money, to get just superficial things. Don’t you want to do something more meaningful with your life?” Psi turned around, her back now facing Imra, she looked at something in the distance, she seemed to be reflecting over her words, her head elaborating all the things she said. “Why? Why do you want me to leave everything to run away a thousand years in the future? I’m not made for that type of stuff.” Psi laughed bitterly, lowering her head. “You are not a bad person. If it weren’t for you, both Livewire and Supergirl would’ve died, and we would’ve never found out about that little glimpse of humanity in Reign. And you think I haven’t noticed that? I know you still feel bad for Livewire’s death.” She finally turned around: Imra was right, that mission changed her, something clicked inside of her heart. She was so close to being a good person, more than she would’ve wanted to admit, that it scared her. “I have been a villain for so long I don’t know how to be a hero.”

The brunette followed her sad gaze and continued to talk, seeing that Psi was at loss of words: “I’m not asking you to be a hero. I’m giving you the opportunity of a fresh start, I’m asking you to follow your heart and be just…a good person.”Imra hinted a grin on her lips, “I have an idea, we spend one day, as normal, nice people and then you decide what to do.” “Okay.” The quickness of her response surprised both of them, a shy smile grew on the blonde’s pink lips as well. “There’s one, little problem though..” “I thought we were being good people now, Matilda.” “Supergirl and the rest of the team know I’m visiting you but..they don’t know what I’m asking you.” “What?” She gasped with amusement, “I didn’t know that you were a sneaky little kid.” Imra acted like she was annoyed but, deep down she found the situation funny as well. Psi started laughing, “So, what’s the plan?” “Mmh..Do you have any ideas?” She whispered, remembering that there still was a guard outside the glass door. “Do you think the guard trusts you enough to leave us alone?” “I can try.” “You’re good with words.” A timid note suddenly appeared in Psi’s voice, something she’s never heard, she could only reply with a smile. “Doesn’t that mean that I’ve convinced you to join me in the 31st century?” “I still want my last 24 hours of freedom in this century.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “That seems fair. Wait for a minute.”

 Imra chatted with the guard, “She’s not really a friend of mine but she wanted me to watch a movie with her, we have a sort of pact. Can you leave us alone for tonight only?” The man was surprisingly understanding and agreed, he’d seen her at the DEO and he had no reason not to trust her, she was in Supergirl’s team after all, right? “I’ll see you tonight.” She winked at Psi, who smirked back.

The night arrived, Imra used her telekinetic powers to sneak the key card from the guard’s pocket and once he had left, she opened the door with a finger on her lips, shushing the other: Psi really tried to take her seriously, but that sort of “Charlie’s Angel” act was pretty hilarious, and really, really cute, in some unexplainable way. It was past midnight, the few remaining agents were in the upper floors, she had been thankful that every floor had a window. “We’re gonna fly out here.” “Are you kidding me?!” “Do you want to leave this place or not?” “Yes, but flying?” Imra hovered a bit over her and showed her Legion ring proudly, “You just gotta let me carry you.” “I don’t really like being carried…or heights.” Did Psi just admit one of her biggest fears? “Do you wanna run from here trying to avoid those who’ll try to bring you back into your cell or do you wanna trust me?” “Ugh. Fine.” She jumped in her arms, a little embarrassed, but Imra didn’t seem bothered at all: they snuck out that window, Psi didn’t dare to look down and held onto the hero for dear life.

“Do you wanna eat something?” “It’s- it’s midnight.” “I don’t think we have something better to do, do we?” Psi simply nodded, Imra landed right in front of a empty, but still open McDonald’s. Once they sat down, the metahuman broke the ice asking for her story, the 31st century seemed so far in every possible way, plus she was from another planet, she was fascinated; Imra started telling the story of her important family, her arranged marriage to Mon-El, the Legion, her mission in this century.. “Wow, I’m surprised Supergirl hasn’t strangled you yet. I’m glad I haven’t been in a relationship with someone in a while, things like these remind me of the good side of being alone.” She stole a fry from her tray. “Yeah.. it’s not an ideal situation. But Mon-El will stay here, that’s why he asked me to be the Legion’s new leader.” “And?” “And I’m okay with that. This has always been his real home and we knew that, even though he kept saying the contrary at first.” “So, one of your first decisions as a leader was to recruit me?” “Actually the first decision.” She took a bite from her burger. “You have something on your face.” Psi chuckled, “Let me just-” she took a napkin and attentively watched and wiped away the mayonnaise from her cheek. “Thanks.”

A few seconds of silence surrounded them before she spoke again; “What about you? What’s your story?” Psi took a bite from her meal and swallowed it before starting her speech. “There’s not a lot to say: my name is Gayle Marsh, I’m a bisexual woman from Illinois, I’m a psychic metahuman, my entire family dropped me instead of helping me handle these..these powers. I guess that’s partly what made me what I am.” “You know..in the future, people don’t give their sexuality a name like people here do. If they like someone, they just like them, we don’t care about the person’s sex, love is important in all its shades. By the way, you are not that evil person anymore, that’s who you were.” She corrected her with a sympathetic smile. “Yeah…I grew up on my own.” “I didn’t get along with my family after that arranged marriage situation, I still- I don’t talk to them..the Legion is my family, it’s all I have.” Sadness soaked up her eyes, she could tell that she cared deeply about her family and there was a hole in her life.

“I don’t know how you did that.” “Did what?” “I could never open up to anyone, and then you just-” “I just feel like I can trust you, I guess you feel that too.”

Later that night, they slept in Psi’s apartment, having telekinesis and having a key were kind of the same thing, Imra was on her couch, Psi on her old bed: she realized she really wasn’t gonna miss this century, there was nothing to tie her to this time, nobody. She’d never truly thought about her loneliness until she was given a chance at a new life, a new beginning: Psi just realized the subtle good influence Imra had on her, it wasn’t normal, she had underestimated her from their first meeting, but she had the skills to be a leader, she was persuasive and gentle, she didn’t push her choice. The 31st century couldn’t be that bad if all people were like her: Psi didn’t know what to expect from that huge leap she was about to take, but she felt ready.

The morning came, sunlight peeked through the curtains, Psi woke up earlier than Imra, who still seemed to be deep in slumber like a baby angel in the meantime; she went through her cabinets, looking for something to eat for breakfast, careful to not wake the girl up. “Good morning.” She mumbled stretching her arms. “Rise and shine, Matilda!” Psi replied jokingly, “Are you ready for your last day in the 21st century?” “I don’t know, are you?” She was caught unprepared by that question, but after a few seconds of deep thoughts, she continued: “Absolutely.” “Great. What are you eating?” “Nothing in my kitchen is even edible anymore, you know, a couple months locked up at the DEO.” “Right, so I guess that means we’re gonna eat somewhere else?” “Yeah, but you need to change, and I guess I will too. Leather doesn’t go exactly unnoticed. I should have something in my wardrobe for you, too.” “Thank you so much.”

They were now wearing much more comfortable clothes, Psi picked up some cash from one of her nightstands ready to go. “Were you comfortable on that couch?” “I’ve slept in worse places.” “I.. I’m sorry.” “No, no, it’s fine. I get it, you’re not comfortable sleeping with strangers in your bed.” “I thought you said we were ‘something’ yesterday, plus..it wouldn’t be the first time I slept with strangers.” She tried to hide her mischievous grin, but failed miserably: Imra mirrored her expression. They arrived at a café, and ordered their food; their conversation flowed naturally like they’ve known each other for a lifetime. “What are you gonna miss the most from the 21st century?” “Reality shows. Especially the Kardashian’s.” “The what?” “Nevermind, I was just kidding.” Sometimes she forgot she’d only been on this earth for a couple months, and she probably barely left her workplace. “Give me a serious answer, c'mon.” Imra encouraged her. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought last night as I tried to fall asleep and I’ve realized that I won’t miss anything..or anyone: it’s probably a mutual feeling.” She acted like she didn’t really care, but she knew that Imra was gonna figure her real feelings out.

“We’ll both start all over once we’re there.” Imra’s hand covered hers on the table. “It’s gonna be strange after almost 7 years spent orbiting around Mon-El. I’m gonna start anew, as my own person.” They both felt comfort in that brief touch, a comfort they were missing.

“Do you think they’re looking for us?” “What?” “The DEO agents.” “Oh. Right.” “You’re not really good at being naughty.” “I’ve never needed to be ‘naughty’?” Imra mimicked the quotation marks around the last word. “I guess we both have to learn from each other.” “By the way, yes. I think they’re looking for us.” “So what are we gonna do?” “We’ll keep spending our last day normally, until they find us.” “No pressure.”

The two stood up from their seats around 11, Psi planned to go shopping, to grab a few clothes before going away, maybe she wasn’t gonna like the new millennium style and trends. They had a lot of fun but weren’t gonna admit it out loud: Imra and Psi shared a special, growing bond they couldn’t define, they just clicked, they had to grow up too quickly for their own good, they’ve never lived life to the fullest, always being busy with their enemies and missions, whether good or bad; they needed to chill sometimes and just let everything go for a bit, they needed to relax too. Psi had spent her last six months alone in a cell, it felt extremely good to have someone to share fun with. For once it wasn’t a bad game she was playing, she was spending a nice day with her friend, a word that had not crossed her mind in a long time: it had never crossed her mind.

Everything in her life had always been temporary, she learned that growing attached to people ended badly, she learned to manage her feelings so she couldn’t be affectionate to anyone, but…for once, after this rush, after not even a full day, her certainties had fallen down. Maybe she could be happy in the future. With her.

Supergirl and Mon-El found them while shopping, by their looks it seemed like that situation was much different than the one they were expecting, but without asking many questions they brought the girls back at the department, Psi was handcuffed once again and Imra’s heart sunk. “What were you guys doing?” Kara asked with her hands on the round table, a hint of worry in her eyes, Mon-El’s look was both worried and angry. “What do girls do in a mall?” “Psi.” The kryptonian’s voice was low and not in the mood for sass. “She’s right.” Imra intervened, “I owe you guys an explanation, so I’ll just start by saying that I planned to leave tonight.” “Leave?” Kara and Mon-El asked in unison, before sharing an embarrassed look. “Yes, I’ve repaired the ship a while ago now, the mission we came here for has been accomplished, I have nothing else to do here.” “What does she have to do with that?” “Mon-El, we’ve talked about this a few days ago. You want me to lead the Legion Of Superheroes, and I’ve decided to bring Psi with me: Kara, you taught me to see the good even in the most improbable people, and that’s exactly what I did. I wanted to give Psi a new life, leading her in a good path.”

Kara’s eyes switched from Imra, to Mon-El and then back to her: did she understand correctly? Did that mean that Mon-El was gonna leave the Legion..to stay? She was flattered by Imra’s words; Alex, Mon-El and many others praised this quality of hers as well, but it always hit her heart whenever she received a compliment about her attitude towards even the worst villains. Mon-El stayed pensive, he was fidgeting and lowering his eyes on his hands. “So why did you sneak out yesterday?” He asked out of blue. “We needed one last day of.. normalness. Before flying into this..” Psi paused and inhaled a deep breath, “new adventure.” The two girls shared an understanding smile; as short as that day had been,they’ve felt more alive in that amount of time than most of their lives, there was life in the simplest things.

“That’s an admirable thing you’ve done, Imra. But you should’ve told us, even though you had the best intentions in your heart.” “Yeah, I think it’s a bad habit I need to get rid of.” Mon-El knew she was talking also about the secret mission she - and Brainy - had kept from him. “I think I’m gonna check up on the Legion ship before..before we go. You can take off her handcuffs now.” Kara nodded and freed Psi’s wrists, she immediately went after Imra as the atmosphere grew tense in that room: it seemed like the girl had a lot to ask about Mon-El staying, and whatever happened with Imra. “We need to talk about this, what happened?” Psi’s ears only picked that up leaving the room, she could understand why Imra wanted to leave all this drama behind.

While Imra went back with Brainiac 5 to say goodbye to the team, she stayed on the ship, figuring it out, taking her time to memorize it since she was gonna spend a lot of time there from now on. “She told me that we should take care of each other.” “I definitely don’t need a babysitter.” Psi rolled her eyes. “Neither do I.” But at the end they both smiled. “Are you ready?” Imra was dealing with the commands and the different buttons and levers. “Totally.”

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It had been a month since Psi arrived in the 31st century with the Legion: Imra asked her to be her roommate, since she wasn’t used to living alone and she could definitely use some company, but they barely spent time home, being busy jumping from portal to portal, mission to mission. Now, they were about to face their first big threat together, but the strong leader and the stubborn new member couldn’t seem to agree on how to attack those aliens surprising them in their own territory.

“We just have to sneak in, you create one of your bubbles to protect us, just for enough time so I can hit them.” “No, it’s too risky to attack them from such a close distance, I don’t think I can do that. I don’t want them eat us as dinner.” “I thought you were the leader!” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You should know that risks should be taken, even with the possibility of us being eaten. You’re frustrating.” Psi’s hand rested on her face. “Frustrating? Me? You’re the one who has a lot to say on my skills! If I’m so frustrating, you should just go. Nobody is forcing you to stay here.” She froze, heavy breathing, the other Legionnaires had never seen Imra so angry, and most of them didn’t trust Psi considering her past. “I guess you’re right. Have fun letting this planet be destroyed just because you were too scared to do something we ALL know you’re capable of.”

Psi stormed off and went to her apartment, her mind was ready to pack and leave, but instead, she sat on her bed looking at the mirror wondering what she was gonna do; Imra had become the center of everything she did, and she barely noticed, she didn’t mind it. She changed her heart in the blink of an eye and it could’ve been so easy in that moment to just snap back into the bad side but..she didn’t feel like that girl anymore. She liked her new self, she liked it because of her; she liked her. Psi just stayed still, and before she could even process all her messy thoughts, her door opened.

“Psi, thank God you’re still here!” Imra was breathing heavily, even though she probably flew there. “I- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said; I let my nerves take over me and I didn’t act as I should have, you were right.” She looked back at her, hoping that it wasn’t too late. “I’ve always needed someone to reassure me of what I can do and.. even if you used the hard way, your words really helped me. I am extremely emotional and sometimes I simply do what I shouldn’t do, without thinking about the consequences, that’s also why.. that’s why I need you. I can’t be a good leader if there’s no one to keep me down to earth.” “Can I ignore the consequences too, for once?” “What?”

Psi’s blue eyes were clouded with tears, she reached for Imra’s arm and pulled her in a kiss: the brunette woman was shocked in every possible, positive way, she didn’t know what she wanted but she found herself enjoying this battle more than she could’ve imagined. The two girls were now gasping for air, their foreheads resting on one another, “If we’re gonna end up on a plate for those monsters, like you said, I don’t wanna have regrets.” “We’re not, because one, everything will be alright and two, we have so much more to do.” Imra’s arms surrounded her neck. “Oh, yeah?” Psi tilted her head to the side, looking forward whatever that ‘much more to do’ implied. “Mh-mh. Now, we gotta head back to the ship, everyone was so worried about what was gonna happen.” “Did they expect me to go crazy and hurt you?” Her voice dropped on the last syllable: Imra didn’t reply, Psi knew the obvious answer. “Imra..” “They don’t know you like I do, but they will. They will learn to trust you soon.”

“They’re not you, they won’t know how to.. handle me.” “Listen to me, they’ve barely seen you in action. They will change their minds, I promise.” “Promise is a heavy word.” “I know.” “I don’t want you to be in hot waters because of me so.. whatever happens between us.. needs to be a secret. We’re gonna pretend like this has never happened.” “But..” “No, no.” Psi put her index on Imra’s lips, “It’s better this way. At least for now.” “Soon.” Imra repeated nodding, she took her hand and led her out of their house.

Everything had happened so fast between the two of them, but it felt so right: Psi entered her life like a hurricane and turned everything upside down, their connection was undeniable and already stronger than some relationships that took years and years to be solid - she thought about whatever she had with Mon-El back in the day - but when things were meant to be, she could just feel it. She felt that whatever she was gonna build with Psi was not a mistake, she had been in relationships and flings with other women, who were the complete opposite of what her blonde partner in crime was, yet it couldn’t feel more right than that.

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Their plan worked and they beat those aliens really quickly, everyone had done a great job and seemed to be softer around Psi now. Some of the Legionnaires had been suspicious of something happening between Imra and Psi, but no one dared to say a thing; Brainy and Ultra Boy had a secret bet going on. The lingering looks, the giggles and the chemistry couldn’t be hidden anymore, so, after two months of “Little White Mati-Lies”, like Psi jokingly called them, they decided to reveal the truth to the rest of the Legion, at the end of one of their briefings.

“One last thing, uhm, I don’t want you to think differently of us or think that I’m doing favoritisms after this but.. We’re dating.” Imra took her girlfriend’s hand and raised it, shrugging at the same time, Psi couldn’t look anywhere but at her face, she didn’t like being in the spotlight, as weird as it sounded. “We already know.” Ultra Boy said, Brainy passed something to his hand and Imra was pretty sure she saw somebody high-fiving? “You can go back to whatever you were doing now.” Psi raised her voice.

“Well, that wasn’t the reaction I expected.” She said, now that they were alone. “What did you expect exactly?” “I don’t know..maybe some shouting involved.” “Maybe there will be shouting involved tonight,” Psi whispered to her ear, Imra’s skin now covered in goosebumps, “but that’s just for me and you.” She leaned in for a passionate kiss, her hand caressing her blonde locks, a smile growing on her lips. Imra had officially started a new chapter, actually, a whole new book of her story in the best way possible, and she wouldn’t have changed that for anything else.

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i apologize for mistakes and repetitions, but i hope you enjoyed this, let me know what you think in my inbox, replies and reblogs!😊😊

[exurbiaa]

cream cake

This wasn't what Yuuri had in mind when he set out to make a cream cake.

Warning: Explicit

Read on AO3

try anything new recently? ;)

That was the text that Yuuri received one morning from a certain Christophe Giacometti. He stared at his phone, confused, until his bleary 11 am self noted the little smiley at the end, making his eyes widen as he rubbed them, a flush creeping onto his cheeks.

In all honesty, they hadn't really done anything "new" in a while, not in the sense Chris meant anyway, but Yuuri was okay with it, and he hadn't heard Viktor complain either. They fucked, they switched, they occasionally tried something that was still probably vanilla. It was all good.

But Yuuri did want to try something "new", if in a more conventional sense. He did have his day off the rink today, Viktor having taken some pity on him because of the intense amount of practise they’d both been doing off late. Plus, Phichit would be a good push in the direction he intended to take. A quick call to Chris and a lot of blushing and listening to inappropriate suggestions involving food later, he pressed the call button next to Phichit's contact.

Phichit, in addition to being a self-proclaimed "love guru", also happened to be a pretty good baker, and Yuuri would attest to that any day, never having forgotten their days in Detroit. Phichit could whip up a simple cheesecake from the most basic ingredients that would practically melt in one's mouth (he had once made his crush accidentally give a drawn-out moan of pleasure while having some home-made tiramisu, leading to an awkward conversation which somehow led to him being Phichit’s boyfriend till date). Phichit's little treats were a delight to eat, particularly on days when things were too hard.

Yuuri, on the other hand, was a walking disaster when it came to anything to do with the kitchen, tripping over anything and everything. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cracked an egg without getting shell pieces in his omelette, having cracked it too hard against the bowl. His mother had pretty much banned him from ever entering the kitchen even as an adult, let alone as a child, fully conscious of his clumsiness and refusing to let it taint her lovely kitchen.

He set out of the house, pulling on his windbreaker, as he walked in the direction of the store, wallet in one hand as he stared down at his phone in the other, going over the list of ingredients Phichit had sent him to "make a simple cream cake that's just assembly because no, I haven't forgotten the way you burned my damn sugar cookies, Jesus, those were sugar cookies, yes, of course, I forgave you for it, yes I'm still a bit salty, I mean come on Yuuri, sugar cookies , Seung-Gil says hi too, kill him with the cake Yuuri, but not literally."

An hour later, Yuuri was back home, armed with an arsenal of sweet things that probably only made sense when you put them together in a dish and several snacks that Viktor had begged for over a series of texts. He walked to the kitchen to deposit the bags and started to take his jacket off as he went to the bedroom.

Viktor was back from the rink and was lying on the bed in a dressing gown as he rewatched practise videos, jotting down a few notes as he tapped away at the laptop. Yuuri smiled, walking over to Viktor and resting his head on top of Viktor’s, watching him land a triple Lutz on the screen. "Viktor, I've got a surprise for you in the evening but you're not going to come into the kitchen till then, okay?" said Yuuri, after a few moments of watching Viktor from over the top of his head. He heard a small gulp from Viktor as he tilted his head up to look at Yuuri, and Yuuri pouted, aware that he too was slightly wary of Yuuri's cooking, after having witnessed first-hand an attempt at making Teriyaki chicken. "Sure," replied Viktor, going back to his notes.

Yuuri scowled at Viktor’s response. Just you wait. I'm going to make you the most delicious cream cake you've ever had in your life. You'll be begging for more.

Yuuri went back to the kitchen, his resolve hardened as he got to work, getting the ingredients out one by one, and arranging them across the countertop, glancing at his phone as he murmured to himself and set about working to assemble all of them together according to Phichit's instructions.

Of course, this "assembly" could not have gone without any mishap either.

The first came in the shape of the cream itself. Yuuri had dumped all of the pineapple and the fresh cream into a blender to make the "smooth and slightly tart cream that tastes beautiful with the cake, oh Yuuri, you'll be licking the bowl clean". He couldn't find the right lid that went on the blender and got another one, that was clearly supposed to be for another functional part of the blender. He placed his hand on top of it to steady it and switched it on.

Cream everywhere.

The cream dribbled out of the sides with the force of the blades and got onto Yuuri's hands and t-shirt, making it sticky and ruining it. Yuuri hissed and jumped back, shaking his hands a little and licking the cream off his fingers, He contemplated running to the room to change into another t-shirt but Viktor would just see it as proof that all Yuuri could do in a kitchen was mess it up. There was just too much cream to simply wipe off with a cloth.

He grimaced and stripped out of his t-shirt, shuddering a little as the chill hit his body and the cream cooled along his hands. He quickly washed them up, wiping his arms dry with a cloth and went back to work.

The next mishap came in the form of the whipped cream. Really, what was it with the creams? What personal grudge did they hold against him? Yuuri had bought a powdered form, and read the instructions along the sides. Well, they seemed simple enough, just a little beating. There wasn’t a lot that could go wrong with beating milk into powder, now, could there?

Eyeing the cup carefully, Yuuri poured out the milk, accidentally adding a bit more than necessary. Yuuri mentally added buy measuring cups and spoons next time to his mental to-do list (which he always forgot). Some milk powder and caster sugar should fix this and make it thicker, right , he thought as he dumped a few spoonfuls in and switched the beater on.

Cream everywhere.

The shrill sound he let out as some of the cold mixture abruptly splashed onto his face and the rest of it dripped down his torso was close to inhuman. He heard the door of their bedroom bang as Viktor yelled his name, his footsteps echoing toward the kitchen.

Yuuri glanced at the cream splattered across the countertop and across his body.

Well, fuck.

~

Viktor knew Yuuri wasn't the best of cooks, but he was still willing to try whatever he made. Yuuri had close to stormed out of the room before, annoyed, making Viktor realize that his attempts at covering his apprehension up had not gone unnoticed.

What Viktor hadn't expected was to hear a sharp hiss and then five minutes later, a shrill yelp. Viktor rushed out of the room on instinct, calling out Yuuri's name, worried that he had cut his finger or burnt himself in any way (which, honestly, would not be a first. There was a reason why Viktor had stashed a little first-aid kit in the kitchen too.)

It pleasantly surprised him, however, to find Yuuri standing naked from the waist up, a suspiciously glutinous liquid thickly running down his chest and splattered on his face as he turned to face Viktor.

It was easy for Viktor to put that there weren’t very many times that he had gotten hard this quick before. He couldn't help the smirk that slipped onto his lips as he approached Yuuri, his gaze sliding from the cream on Yuuri's face winding its way down, to his bobbing Adam's Apple as he gulped nervously.

Viktor placed a hand on Yuuri's hip as he got closer, watching the cream inch lower as he trailed a finger through the cooling cream on Yuuri's chest. He noted its slightly rough texture (not fully blended yet?), lifting a little off and sliding it into his mouth. He moaned a little at the saccharine taste, and rolled his tongue to feel the roughness the little grains left behind. He almost missed the shocked look Yuuri gave him.

Leaning towards Yuuri's face, he licked lightly at his cheek, grinning at the little hitched breath Yuuri let out, flinching a bit. He continued to clean the cream off with little kitten licks, happily noticing the strategic landing of one fleck of cream very close to Yuuri's lips, teasing him just a little by coming so close to his lips.

He made his way down, licking away the cream at Yuuri's jaw, dragging the tip of his tongue slowly over the stretched tendon in his neck. Placing his lips delicately over a little cream-stained area of his neck, he quite indelicately sucked at the skin, licking it over, loving how the rough cream tasted on Yuuri's soft skin, loving his soft whine.

He moved his hands to Yuuri’s back, pulling him closer as he dipped his head lower, leaving a trail of purple bruises wherever the cream had landed, soothing them over with broad licks, flicking the hard little nub of Yuuri's nipple as he got to his chest and lightly scraping his teeth over it. "You're positively delicious, love," he whispered against his chest, his breath huffing over Yuuri’s nipple as he smiled at Yuuri’s little tremble.

He heard Yuuri let out a breathless chuckle as he felt fingers wrap in his hair. "S-sure that isn't the cr- mmh - cream?" Yuuri countered, as he pulled Viktor up and placed his lips over his own.

Yuuri moaned into his mouth, licking at his lips and chasing his tongue. Viktor felt quite overwhelmed himself, like he was drowning in the feel of Yuuri’s tongue. God, he was delightfully delectable, both with and without the cream.

He pulled himself away from Yuuri's lips, grinning at how Yuuri leaned forward to continue kissing him, his dissatisfied groan turning into a surprised hiccup as Viktor trailed his fingers along the tent in his trousers, continuing his trail down Yuuri's torso.

He pulled down Yuuri's trousers as he kissed his stomach, chuckling at the barely noticeable quiver. So, he was still sensitive here, huh? He mouthed at Yuuri through his boxers, slowly pulling the material down as he listened to the man huff out loud and cover his mouth.

He noticed a small trail of cream on Yuuri's palm and guided that hand to his cock as he pulled the boxers down, smiling impishly at Yuuri's confusion.

"Sweeten yourself for me, wouldn't you?" Viktor couldn't help laughing at the look of absolute horror on Yuuri's face.

He was, to put it lightly, just a little surprised, however, when Yuuri dragged him up by the arm and put his hands around Viktor’s midriff. “Yuuri what ar- O- OKAY THEN,” cried Viktor as he was suddenly picked up and deposited on the countertop. He barely had time to process what was happening before Yuuri had pulled him down by the neck and crushed his lips against his. He felt Yuuri’s tongue brush across his bottom lip as he parted the dressing gown and pulled his briefs away, dragging his fingers over Viktor’s cock, leaving him panting.

God, I’m so glad I decided to wear just this much.

“Why don’t I sweeten you up instead, Vitya ?” Yuuri chuckled, gripping Viktor’s cock and very slowly, infuriatingly so, stroking him.

“For fuck’s sake, I was the one supposed to be teasing you ,” groaned Viktor, wrapping his arms around Yuuri’s neck as he continued stroking him. He definitely wasn't prepared for when Yuuri lowered his head and sucked the head of Viktor’s cock into his mouth, dragging his tongue through the pre-come gathered at the head. “Mm, sweet indeed. Sweeter than usual,” muttered Yuuri, dragging his tongue up Viktor’s length, wrapping his lips around the head again and sucking harder.

Honestly, how was this man allowed to live this long without being fucked silly?

Viktor let his head fall against the overhead cupboard, heavy breaths escaping him as his fingers tangled in Yuuri’s hair. He hummed softly, letting it turn into a groan as Yuuri sank down his shaft, his lips spreading around it as he swallowed him entirely.

The heat of Yuuri’s mouth seared through his cock, and Viktor continued to stare up at the ceiling, knowing very well what Yuuri looked like at times like this, wanting to drag out the sensation longer. He almost choked as Yuuri let his teeth glance over the sensitive ridge of his cock as he came up, fingers flexed in Yuuri’s hair, scraping against his scalp as his back arched into the feeling.

“ Fuck, Yuuri, ” moaned Viktor, feeling those friction-slick lips sliding up and down. Yuuri slowed down after a bit, slowly guiding Viktor’s cock further into his throat till his nose touched the base. Viktor keened as Yuuri swallowed around his cock, feeling his throat constrict and relax as he breathed slowly.

As Yuuri began moving with more urgency, Viktor chanced a look downwards, and remembered why he had kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling. The sight of glasses sliding down, slightly askew, and the flush spreading over Yuuri’s cheeks as he worked lips burned crimson red with friction over Viktor’s cock almost adoringly . It was all enough to almost finish him right there.

What did finish him off, though, was watching Yuuri jerk himself off as he took in Viktor’s cock, letting it hit the back of his throat as he hummed, the vibrations almost making Viktor hit his head against the cupboard. “Fuck, Yuuri , I’m-” Viktor broke off with another loud moan.

Yuuri pulled away, panting, “Come for me, Viktor,” watching him as wrapped his lips around Viktor’s cock again. Viktor tightened his fingers in Yuuri’s hair, knowing it probably stung, but apparently Yuuri couldn’t care less as he continued to move quickly. “ Fuck, ” cried Viktor, coming down Yuuri’s throat with a loud shout as he continued to gaze at him, feeling his movements still.

Yuuri let Viktor’s cock slip out of his mouth, swallowing his come, and straightened up, coming back up to rest his head against Viktor, jerking himself with an alarming speed. Viktor brought his arms up around his neck again, running his fingers through Yuuri’s hair as he held him, catching his breath, feeling Yuuri breath against the exposed skin of his shoulder. Viktor felt soft kisses pepper his neck and sighed softly, before gasping out loud as Yuuri suddenly sank his teeth into his shoulder, shuddering as he came on Viktor’s stomach and chest, their loud whines mingling.

Yuuri dropped his forehead onto Viktor’s shoulder, huffing and panting as he calmed down. Viktor held him still, playing with his hair and placing a small kiss on his temple. “That felt amazing, Yuuri,” he whispered against Yuuri’s ear, chuckling as he felt Yuuri shiver again.

“-rself, god, you’re kidding,” he heard Yuuri mumble.

He pulled back to look at him, almost laughing at the slight flush still on his cheeks.

“What was that?”

“ Sweeten yourself for me ? Jeez, Viktor, are you fucking kidding me,” groaned Yuuri, utterly mortified.

“Well, you did say it back, you know,” laughed Viktor.

“I know, oh God, I swear I hate you,” grumbled Yuuri covering his eyes with his hands, unable to look at Viktor.

Viktor laughed and hugged Yuuri, pulling his briefs back up and kissing his forehead. “I’m getting in the shower first and I will fucking end you if anything inappropriate has been done to my ingredients when I get back, Viktor,” warned Yuuri as he walked away. “No, wait for me, let’s shower together,” called Viktor almost falling as he got off the countertop and followed Yuuri, cheering when Yuuri allowed him into the bathroom with an exasperated sigh.

~

 yeah we tried something new... thanks i guess???

That was the text that Christophe received that night from a certain Yuuri Katsuki. He stared at his phone, slightly confused, till he remembered that afternoon's phone call, and grinned manically as he dialled Viktor's number to simply yell, "You're welcome," before cutting the call.