#also pff your wording was HILARIOUS

[goldenashes-if]

zaphia romancers are all confirmed to be government hookers gg team lady gaga would be proud, on another note if zaphia did indeed quit to become our babygirl, how would the crown aka their boss react especially considering their family worked for them for generations only to be ditched because of a chaotic gigolo

You know, I think the Regent (who is the King's Consort and who is currently holding power while the King is incapacitated) would congratulate Zaphia. He is a true shifter, just as MC, and just like Zaphia the King fell head over heels for him and took it upon himself to lavish him in gifts and provide for him.

The Regent would be like "well done. Good match" at Zaphia. They did the same thing, after all...

[zionmantis]

I would love to hear about how the DE speaks to your experiences with psychosis!

DE seems to be an attempt to represent thinking through game/story mechanics, and I really appreciate that it doesn’t seem to just represent “normal” thought but also neurodivergent or dysfunctional thoughts. Made me feel seen, so I’d love to hear how it made you feel, if it’s something you’d want to share!

Ah, thanks for the ask! I hope my tags on your post didn't seem rude; reading back I was so worried they did <3 You made an absolutely wonderful post; I wouldn't have reblogged it if I didn't love it. I'm ADHD too, and it's so great to see a character we can relate with and to see how positive reinforcement from a person like Kim can really make a difference.

Excuse me while I ramble a bit! This is stuff I want to post about all the time but I worry people will hate it, so questions like this really make me happy because it gives me an excuse x)

One of the reasons I adore this game more than any other is that it's both breathtakingly sad as well as absolutely hysterical, and humor is how I've started approached my issues of mental illness in the past. Now, that way is not for everyone; some people don't want any sort of laughter at it, and that's completely valid and makes perfect sense, but humor is just how I've been able to adjust to memories of really bad times in my life without completely hating myself. For me, the game does a really good job of making a hard subject funny without making it seem like we're laughing AT Harry, if that makes sense, even if we think some of his antics are hilarious. I also love love love that that humor is also tackling the, mmm, less "romantic" (?I'm not sure that's the word I want to use for this...maybe "palatable"?) issues that can come with severe mental illness. Like if I remember right, there's a nonstandard ending where Harry can end up living under a bridge and throwing his own shit at people who pass by, pff.

For me it was a surprise to come into this fandom and find that not everyone sees what he's going through as being psychosis (same with ADHD; he absolutely has that, at least to me). I've seen a couple people -- I think it was on Reddit -- argue that what Harry experiences is not psychosis and is just a manifestation of his thought processes and impulsive behavior, and for me that is just...wild xD (and I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but it's fun to discuss, I think?)

But here's the deal for me: if someone sticks their thumb up their ass in public because their friend dared them to and they think it will be funny, that's impulsive behavior. If someone sticks their thumb up their ass in public because a voice in their head told them it would make them a better detective, that's a delusion.

So what does that have to do with me? Well, for me, I have a rare diagnosis of OCD with psychotic features, and (gonna put the rest of this under a cut in case it's triggering for people to read about psychotic episodes)

mine, before being involuntarily (but needed at the time) hospitalized twice and properly medicated, tended to be things like...I would think my limbs were detaching themselves from my body, or one time I wouldn't open my eyes for literally almost two days because I thought all sharp-cornered objects would cut them. Hallucinations would involve seeing what I thought was my skin being pulled as my limbs detached and occasional auditory hallucinations of crowds in my head (where I'd then think they were trying to tell me something Important and drive myself crazy sitting and listening to unreal crowd burble noises), but none of the stuff fiction likes to show because it's easier to depict (never had voices in my head telling me to do stuff or saw a super clear hallucination of a person or monster unless you count sleep paralysis. There were occasional shadows and vague faces that move in walls which I still get when I'm extra tired, but the only times I ever thought those things were real was when my brain was telling me I was receiving otherworldly messages.) There were other things, too, behavioral stuff I'd rather not talk about because it's still so shameful for me.

I thankfully respond really well to medication, which is especially good since OCD with psychosis is notoriously hard to treat since the types of drugs for OCD vs. psychosis seem to do the exact opposite things and block one another.

Anyway, back to DE. This is a bit...shallow, but it was extremely refreshing to play a game where the main character is at least as big of a disaster as me, if not worse xD;. I FEEL SO SEEN, haha, and not only that, but it's a protagonist in an extremely popular game, and fans like him anyway??? That's fantastic. I never thought I'd see the day.

Now, why does he have psychosis -- as in what diagnosis? I'm not sure, but I don't think it'd be OCD with psychotic features like me (even if he potentially has OCD, which I'll discuss in a moment.) I'd say he probably has bipolar 1 and/or (since not unusual to be comorbid), schizophrenia, though I lean more toward bipolar 1 even though the game itself says the word "schizophrenia" out loud a couple times. (To be clear, I'm not a mental health professional, but I don't think the writers of DE are, either. I would also like to say that if anyone reading this is schizophrenic and feel that Harry is as well, your opinion is way more valid than my own and I'd love to hear from you.)

I lean toward bipolar 1 because of the obvious -- he's gone through both manic and depressive stages in the past and does so in the game with a ton of delusional thinking combined with (short-lived or skin-deep) inflated sense of self (Superstar Cop, Honor Cop, etc.) It's also well known that folks with bipolar tend to self medicate. It's less well known that bipolar often has psychotic features as well.

As for an argument for schizophrenia, I'd point toward Apocalypse Cop, that paranoid delusion (??? mmaaaaybe, haha,) about the world ending (I really only know about paranoid schizophrenia; I don't know much about the other types, so it's entirely possible Harry has one of those instead,) as well as his lack of awareness about hygiene, though that could maybe be explained by his amnesia and the fact he was on a days-long bender before the game started. The reason I'm a little bit hesitant toward it is because Harry seems too aware of his own problems and the fact that he is not experiencing life the way most other people do, (he actually questions Kim at the beginning if Kim also hears voices,) and the couple people I met in the hospital that had schizophrenia were (when still adjusting to medications or had yet to find something that would work for them,) really unable to have that kind of self-awareness.

As for the OCD, I'm not as sure of that for him like I am with ADHD and either his bipolar and/or schizophrenia, but I think there's some pretty good arguments to be made. To me, Harry's constant harping on things that no one else thinks is interesting or important is a factor of his ADHD but can *feel* like OCD, but more so when he is stuck in verbal loops, which could definitely actually be OCD rather than, say, brain damage, since he seems to be aware that he's doing it. Some of the more bullying Skills also feel SO much like OCD, the ones telling him to do things that are nonsensical and that he doesn't actually seem to want to do feels like -- just for one of my many, many non-hallucinatory, fully OCD moments in my life -- when I just had to put a lit match in my mouth because if I didn't, *everyone I love would die,* pff. (Spoiler alert: it burns and it tastes weird.) Actually, I'm just now realizing why Authority may have been one of my least favorite Skills, as funny as its situations could get (ICE COP HAT FUCK SHOW?!??!?)

Anyway, I'm sorry for such a long answer to your question, @linisiane, but it made me so happy you asked! I really appreciate your question. This game is so good for making most people with any kind of neurodivergence feel good. I think it might be the most important fictional thing (for my own well-being) I've ever found. There's so much you can say about it. In fact, I know I've forgotten some stuff I wanted to talk about, but oh well! I can always add or something later if I feel like it. If anyone has any questions about this, you're very free to ask me. I'm also super excited to start talking to more people in the DE fandom; I have yet to convince any of my friends to play it for more than ten minutes.

I love y'all so much! I mean it. This fandom is great.

[deliciousstrawberrythings]

I looked through the rest of this tag and this au is GOLD okay

Like, imagine the first time 12!Leo pulls a one-liner that successfully makes him laugh is the first time rise!Leo let's him make a portal lmao ("so you're not a total wet blanket all the time, nice to know") and actually, rise!Leo could teach him a lot about relaxing, about being a chill teenager. He could teach him to trust his team more instead of constantly pulling the sacrifice play and scaring my pants off, tyvm ("no can do, hermano. Hamato clan doesn't do that anymore. Not since the bite of '87" "the bite of '87?" "... do you know what fnaf is?") (it isn't lost on rise!Leo that 12!Leo didn't explictly agree to not use the sacrifice play. He's been watching him like a hawk) also I noticed the writing on the odachi says "Leo" over and over again, but I misread it the first time and thought it said "Ore ore ore ore" like the Jojo reference. I feel like rise!Leo would have fun teaching 12!Leo about meme culture, esp cuz he doesnt have hands and cant hold a phone anymore. Might even try to debate with him about the Jupiter Jim cinematic universe vs. Space heroes. I think 12!Leo would initially chafe under rise!Leo words and ideas. He's not used to having someone help him in his role as leader, and he doesn't trust rise!Leo's judgement yet. But eventually he will :) he'll come to appreciate having a second strategic mind in his back pocket that wants to help him, even though that mind makes bad puns and insults the villains in ways that makes 12!Leo snort-chuckle in the middle of battle.

I can imagine rise!raph finally, finally, getting 12!raph to hug someone outside of a life or death situation and crying tears of joy. There's a lot he could teach 12!raph about managing his anger, which is actually poorly managed worry. And also a lot he could teach him about being affectionate, about listening to his brothers, and about never getting separated. Like ever. ("Cmon little man, you need to get back to your team" "pff, those idiots? I don't need 'em. I can do this stupid mission on my own. And stop calling me little man!" "uh, sure big man. I know you could do it on your own, but you ever think maybe they need your help?" (Listen, rise!raph has a lot of practice doing mental gymnastics and manipulating his words trying to get unruly brothers to do what he wants them to. If this is the only reason why 12!raph will follow what he says? Then sure, he's gonna say a couple whites lies. Of course, rise!raph thinks that he needs his brothers a lot more than they need him, so his thinking is still a little skewed. The truth is that need each other.)

Ohhh mikey and mikey would be so fun together!! It would be hilarious when rise!mikey sees the abominations that 12!mikey makes in the kitchen ahhahahahdhdjjsak. ("NO! You have GOT to be kidding me! A smoothie made of pizza? A pizza with jelly beans on it? You're not unleashing the flavor, you're strangling it! Step aside young padawan, let the master take over") cue the glowing kusari-fundo being backpacked all around the kitchen, teaching 12!mikey how to crack an egg without letting the shells get in the pan. But also, rise!mikey would have so much valuable knowledge to pass on about the inner workings of people, about the way his brothers think ("he's not trying to ignore you on purpose, he's just fixated on what he's doing right now. I'm sure if you ask him to hang with you instead of trying to annoy him into paying attention to you, he would") there's also something about rise!mikey teach 12 to communicate his ideas a little better. Cuz he's got good ideas! They just don't come out in sensible ways that his brothers can understand. (Something tells me that 12!mikey would appreciate someone listening to his rambles a lot. He would appreciate someone that doesn't expect the stupidest things of him all the time)

Rise!donnie screaming "Upgrade me, i hate being a sti- no wait lemme edit that. Upgrade me, I hate being a MYSTIC stick, it SUCKS" is all hells of funny. But seriously, I think rise!donnie would have a lot to say about 12!donnie standing up for himself. ("Why do you let your dum dum brothers walk all over you? My nardo has no idea how complicated this tech is, and I highly doubt yours does. You're going to have to explain it to them so those DUMS DUMS can realize how GREAT you are") there's also a bigass lesson in pride, methinks. Rise!donnie has that in spades, but I feel like 12!donnie only considers his skills as tools to help out the team, not something to be proud of. When was the last time he made something for fun instead of to fix a problem? Has he ever made a disastrously horrible science fair project for April before? Has he ever made gifts for his family that weren't weapons? (Yea rise!donnie's gifts weren't that great but they came from good intentions and from the thought that all of his ideas were perfect... they are not. Maybe rise!donnie could learn humility from 12!donnie, as well as restraint so raph doesnt always have to be holding his leash against committing war crimes lmao) ("Oh my banana pancakes, you made this out of eggshells? I am a genius in EVERY UNIVERSE evil laugh" "oh, hehe. The smoke bombs? Well, they have helped us out in a lot of sticky situations, but its not that impressive. I still haven't automated the creation process so it takes quite while to build up an adequate stash. If you want to see something really impressive-" blah awesome nerd stuff) rise!donnie would TOOOOTALLYY be the devil on 12!donnie's shoulder telling him to rob the government, especially now that rise!donnie doesnt have hands and cant do it himself lol (who's the angel? Uh, Splinter I guess. His voice of reason is getting quieter just in relativity to how loud donnie's deranged laughter gets)

Sorry I spent way too long on this but I got brain worms. This could technically read as a normal fusion crossover but it came about because of ur weapon au. (Also, DOES SPLINTER'S STAFF HAVE LOU JITSU IN IT??) Also, I guess it's my headcanon that the rise family have spent a long time as weapons already. Idk what your plan was for how they got that way. Whether they were like, forged by some hamato blacksmith in this universe and then imbued with souls, or if they got transformed by someone in the rise!universe and then transported to the 12!universe (somehow landing in splinter's hands? By coincidence or on purpose?) I think this au is neat and it would be awesome to see more.

Um,

Here ya go. Hope ya like it

Remember that karai thing I asked about? Well decided to do a little comic of it.

I think it'd very funny and interesting if people were to explore weapon transformation with the Rise Boys.

I might draw more of this but idk

Screenshot in question vvvv

I hate drawing weapons 😩

BTW some are lopsided cause I got mad at my ruler.

[captain-wereduck]

Superman: The Animates Series (1996) S02E16-18: World's Finest

Oh boy, this is the crossover episode, isn't it? So excited

Hi, Harley!

Kryptonite being actually heavy as f is a really nice detail. That's probably gotten forgot fairly quickly but still

Gordon! Bullock! Batsy!

Pff, Gordon joins in on the trolling

And we have it spelled out in the show for the first time: long term exposure to Kryptonite is on the deadly side because radiation

...Lois is giving even less of a fuck than usual

Mercy! Hi!

Boy, Lex, you so jelly

Lex, you should really pay more attention to the details. Like, the skin color of your bodyguard, Harley is kinda hard to miss.

Harley changes clothes really fast

and is yet another person who drives like Lex in Smallville. They should start a club or something

And that's why seat belts exists

It's a really entertaining kidnapping scene

It's fun how Lex actually consider Superman to be more than a "mere mortal"

pff, Lois. I know according to some unofficial show lore 'Superman's girl' crushing on Bruce was someone stroking his own ego, but I want just appreciate her acting like a human and stumbling over her words this once

...is this Hope?

Harley is an absolute beast

Pfff, Lois. Offering to help Bruce score a date with Superman, while on a date with Bruce

That's some G-rated take on a strip club

That shocked expression on Clark's face when he got send flying

Bruce deeply offended at being outed

So he evens the odds out

ouch, that one had to hurt.

Jokey, your new gang shoots like old-school storm-troopers

Alfred! Hi!

Joker congratulating Lois on scoring the front seat on the Death of Superman is funny in more ways than one

That was a fairly clever way to keep the map between J and Superman. Damn, I miss the times where Joker had good writers

And once again, Superman is not an idiot and puts on the lead suit before battle

"Feel free to expire any time!"

I like how Batman moves in a completely different way and the shadows during the fight

Oh poor Mercy, still with the bump of her head. Neat attention to the details

Oh that's one kind of an entrance

Animating the fight between Harley and Mercy had to be fun

Bwahaha, Bruce "asking". Also, should we count this as a naked Lex? It's been awhile

Bruce "I don't like guns" Wayne still has rocket launchers on his bat-flying thing

Edna is proven right, once again. Capes are the true evil

Good think Lois doesn't listen and actually goes to save his bat-butt

Bruce, don't be cheeky with Lois

and she's so pissed over not being able to out Bats in a masterpiece of an article because of her own morals

I really like how both Lex and Joker are written clever enough to figure out about 50% of the plot and be ready for each other backstabby attitude

And now we have canon confirmation of lead-lined walls

Mercy is having the worst week ever

It's weird how Joker destroying everything on his joyride actually provides Lex with a really good alibi

It's also hilarious how beating Superman with a huge lead door is actually helping him

...it's interesting how they all just left the Joker on the exploding thing

"Puddin'!" "At this point he probably is."

Oh that's a really pretty explosion and fire and everything

Poor, poor Mercy

[faulty-writes]

Monoma getting a crush on the reader who is in 1-A – he feels like he’s betrayed his own class and himself, but he can’t help it. y/n doesn’t treat him like an annoyance and even thinks all his obnoxiousness over the rivalry between their classes is genuinely funny. Y/n is just sort of like, ‘THIS guy, am I right?’ with one arm wrapped around his shoulders and treats him like a good pal

[ This is my first time writing this character. So let’s hope I did a good job. I think he’s cute but annoying, so. ] 

“This is clearly impossible! They must have tricked me! How low will Class 1-A sink yet!?” he declared as he spun on his feet, one hand to his chest and the other raised in the air as if he were an actor on the stage. Most would probably agree, he’d make a better actor than a hero. But he never paid attention to those he considered lesser than him, so their words left him unaffected. So, it was safe to say that wasn't the issue he was going off about at the current moment, oh no.

This had been an ongoing issue with him for a long time and though he tried to deny it. Tried to continuously put the blame on you, thinking it was somehow your fault. The truth was, it was him and he hated it. He had betrayed his dear Class 1-B and for what? You. A  hero, a rival in Class 1-A. Why was fate this cruel to him? Or was it that you were just so nice to him? He wasn’t truly sure when his feelings had begun, though he assumed it was because unlike most you didn’t find his rambles to be annoying.

You didn’t find him to be a bother when he went off insulting Class 1-A, in fact, you laughed. You giggled, you smiled. You...you set his heart ablaze in the worst way. “Oh, woe is me!” he cried out before collapsing to his knees in the center of his bedroom. His hands pressed close to his chest as he stared blankly at the wall. Why is it that you meant so much to him? He had feelings for you, yes. He couldn’t call it love yet, but what he did feel was strong. Unexplainable even and it was horrible.

He hated how his heart raced whenever he was in your presence and he loathed the way you’d make his face light up with your slightest touch, the slightest hint of your voice. He didn’t know how to shake himself of this feeling, he didn’t know how to make up for the betrayal, the sheer disregard to his own classmates. “How...how am I a victim of falling for that glassy-eyed beauty from the class I am at war against, that I am meant to despise?!” he took a breath before sighing and letting his head hang low.

His bangs brushing against his face, how would he go about solving this? “Hm…” he hummed, thinking of possible solutions and only one came to surface. “Ah yes! It’s so simple!” he declared as he sprung to his feet, seemingly in and out of emotions. “I shall confess my feelings and surely they shall be rejected! After all, Class 1-A is undeserving of my greatness and given the one who's stolen my heart is but a pebble in the mixture of my hatred. They are still a member of that horrid class, which means I cannot put up with this! Yes, I shall tell them of my feelings and get rejected! Then I shall be free of this dark spell!” he declared as he spun on his feet once more, yes.

Starting tomorrow, he will confess to you. Though he knew he would be rejected if heartbreak was the price he had to pay to end his feelings. So be it, he simply couldn’t allow this to continue. Oh no, he couldn’t let himself fall for a member of Class 1-A. He couldn’t allow his feelings to sway his actions, in fact, he had noticed during training. He often took it easy on you, well that would be no more after he lost his feelings for you. Oh, to be free would be wonderful.

To be himself once more. Though classes often trained at the same time, they were separated. But as of late, the teachers insisted on Class A and Class B train together. To further improve their own tactics, skills, and experience other quirks which both improved strengths and weaknesses. Monoma had a smile on his face as he walked along with his classmates, his teacher Sekijiro Kan was leading them and frankly though he hated to admit it. Monoma was looking forward to seeing Class 1-A, if only for the reason that he’d get to see you.

Before the training started, he’d pull you to the side and confess his feelings and surely you wouldn’t return them. The result of such a thing though it would make him have a battered and bleeding heart, would also allow him to beat you to a pulp when your teams went head to head. He chuckled to himself as the sound of chatter reached his ears and smiled as Class 1-A came into view, though at the same time it made his stomach twist with disgust.

He found himself desperately searching for you within the crowd and he eventually spotted you talking to Kirishima of all people, pff. He wanted to deny it made him feel jealous, seeing you give your attention to someone so undeserving. So naturally, he had to voice his opinion and walked over. “My, my. The sparkling jewel of Class 1-A, I imagine your standards are very low if you talk to those whose quirks are simply unreliable. Useless even, hah.” he chuckled before continuing. 

“Meanwhile Class 1-B has various quirks with far greater use than hardening. Tell me why do you bother talking to someone so beneath you? Of course, I suppose I should be asking myself the same thing, for why am I wasting my breath speaking to members of Class 1-A?” he declared, once more he had one hand to his chest and the other waving around. “Do you ever give it a rest man!? Sheesh! My quirk is useful, I don’t give a damn what you say!” Kirishima declared as he grit his teeth and stomped his foot.

Clearly, he wasn’t happy, unlike you who actually started chuckling at Monoma’s display. For some odd reason, you always found him humorous, the sheer rivalry he created was something to be admired because the simple fact was, he got people pumped up. Monoma’s eyes shifted to you and it seemed he was frozen for a moment, damn. He hated how the sound of your voice, nay even your laugh, caused his heart to accelerate and his cheeks to flush.

“This guy is pretty hilarious,” you said as you approached Monoma and wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “Ah!” he cried out, his cheeks dusted a faint red color. Why did he feel so happy to be close to you, to have you touch him? It was unforgivable! A form of witchcraft! “Don’t be too upset Kirishima!” you tried to reason with the angry redhead, who looked at you with a confused expression.

“What do you mean don’t be upset?! This guy is really annoying, how can you laugh at his antics? He’s like the devil of U.A. or something.” you chuckled softly, “I don’t know about that, but he does bring the best out of all of us. Think about it, he isn’t afraid to challenge others. To make each and every one of us bring to the table our best, that’s not a bad thing.” you turned to face Monoma. “Right?” you questioned and he slowly looked at you, his lips parted and an unreadable expression on his face.

He needed to figure out a way out of this, to push himself away from you, the temptress. “Nay!” he declared as he pulled your arm off of him, “My threats are not to be taken lightly Class 1-A, surely you have learned that by now...however.” his eyes settled on you and he smiled. “I would like a word with you, Y/n.” Kirishima dropped his angry expression, your words had confused him but not as much as Monoma’s did. “What do you want to talk to Y/n about? I thought you hated our class and now you want to talk to Y/n alone, what gives man?” he questioned, and Monoma scoffed.

“Come now, I can be nice when I choose to. After all, Y/n did just try to reason with you. However, I understand most of your class is merely too thick-headed to grasp even the simplest of concepts! Oh, how very humiliating.” Kirishima let out a growl and grabbed your shoulder. “Better be careful with him, Y/n. I know the guy is off his rocker and maybe he doesn’t mean any harm. But keep your guard up.” you turned to Kirishima, shrugging.

“I don’t think he’s all that bad, but if you say so. I’ll try to keep my guard up, okay?” he nodded and released your shoulder before you walked up to Monoma, his eyes shifted from Kirishima to you. A pleased smile was on his face, “Well, shall we? Try to keep up, will you?” he said as he turned his back to you and began walking, you looked back to Kirishima before following Monoma. He led you away from the others and you let out a gasp as he suddenly turned and grabbed you.

For a moment, fear ran through your heart and you stumbled over your own two feet before your back hit a brick wall. Your hands immediately reached up, clasping over Monoma’s that were currently wrapping tightly around your shirt collar. “What are you doing!?” you snapped, your jaw clenching and a soft growl rumbling in your throat. Your eyes were narrowed on Monoma who merely chuckled, his head hanging low.

“Do you find it amusing to make a fool out of me? To make me feel such things and become the betrayer of Class 1-B?” your expression dropped. “What are you talking about-” he lifted his head and you gasped when his hand cupped your cheek. “You truly are beautiful, quite the jewel of Class 1-A as I stated before,” he chuckled though you still remained confused by his actions. “The same jewel…” he paused and pressed his body against yours, effectively preventing you from fighting back or attempting to escape.

Not that you were trying, this was certainly a strange situation you had found yourself in. But you highly doubted Monoma would try anything to harm you, especially with the teachers present. Though you wished you had taken Kirishima’s warning a little more seriously, as a hero you should never let your guard down. No matter who you were around, “That has stolen my heart. I like you, Y/n.” Monoma said, his voice a little shaky but somehow he managed to retain a cool attitude while confessing.

“It’s not love. No, but somehow you have stolen my heart all the same. You have made me betray my own class. A tragic Romeo and Juliet situation and it will end the same way, with heartbreak. I have prepared myself for your rejection! But I must do this first!” he declared as he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up. “What are you-mm!” your eyes went wide as Monoma stole your breath, sealing his lips over yours in a passionate kiss.

His remaining hand cupped your other cheek and he hummed contently into the kiss while you remained still, your eyes wide and your thoughts racing. Monoma had feelings for you that he expected you to reject? Was the kiss the final test to see how you truly felt or was he expecting to have his heart broken regardless? It was rather confusing, but you shouldn’t have expected anything less from him. After all, he was a strange but lovable character.

You had grown to like him during your time at U.A. unlike most of your classmates who found him rather annoying and well a pest. You felt a shiver run down your spine and you slid your hands along his back, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Sure, maybe some of the things he says could be depicted as rude, mean, and even plain unnecessary. But you still stood by your opinion, he was the only person who didn’t seem to be afraid to challenge others.

To say whatever he needed to in order to get them to bring their full power, to prove themselves the best. You admired that, along with his honesty. But did you have a crush on him like he had a crush on you? Honestly, you couldn’t say. But at this moment, all you knew was that your heart was racing and an odd feeling came over you. Your cheeks grew hot and all you were focused on was holding Monoma there and never letting go.

Your eyes slipped closed as you melted into the kiss with ease, giving a happy hum of approval as you deepened the kiss. However, Monoma noticed this and immediately pulled away. His own cheeks were red and he reached up to wipe his mouth. He almost looked angry as he stared down at you, “What...what are you doing?” he questioned and you tilted your head, first, he wanted to kiss you and now he was questioning why you returned the kiss?

Your head was beginning to hurt. “I...was returning the kiss,” you said simply and a growl came from Monoma’s throat before he grabbed your shoulders, roughly applying pressure which made you wince. “Why...you were supposed to reject me!” he exclaimed, completely ignoring the fact that his voice could reach the fellow students. “Shh.” you scolded him before letting out a sigh.

“I...I don’t know why you want me to reject you, are you used to rejection because of your personality? Because that’s not right, if you’re looking to be a hero I respect that. Despite the fact, others may not see it in you and find you to be annoying. I don’t. I genuinely like you, Monoma!” you shouted back and watched as his jaw dropped, he took a step back and clasped his hand over his mouth. His face seemed to twist into an unexplainable emotion, something between confusion, relief, and sadness.

You noticed that his eyes were getting moist, “You...but why…” he questioned, his voice just a whisper and you pouted before shrugging. “I...I can’t explain it. I mean, you’re right. Maybe I don’t like you in the sense of a crush, but I can see it working between us if you wanted to give it a try and I…” before you could say anymore Monoma turned and ran away. “Hey!” you called after him, attempting to give chase but after a few steps, you came to a halt.

Just watching as he pushed past his fellow classmates and continued to run. Many people screamed his name, including the teachers but it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon and your heart sunk. Was this your fault or did he need time to process the fact that you implied you returned his feelings? Either way, you knew one thing. You wouldn’t give up and he couldn’t avoid you now.

After all, that was one quality Class 1-A was known for. Not hesitating and refusing to back down. You’d confront him next chance you got, corner him like he cornered you until he understood it was alright to have feelings for you. Even if it felt like he was betraying his own class, eventually he’d learn through you that it was okay. You couldn’t choose who you loved and though you now knew he wasn’t used to affection. You’d take it one step at a time, be his hero and save him. 

[ceies]

Heya! Same anon that barged into your inbox a couple weeks ago to gush about Padfoot and Hound despite never reading Harry Potter

Just read chapter 44, and despite all the tension from the chracters trying to figure out who exactly Kakashi actually is, I can't help but snicker how wildly underwhelming their guesses are compared to the real thing

Like:

Remus's thoughts about Kakashi: Charlie could surely not be working with a mass murder, he just accidentally apparated to England...

Harry's thoughts on Kakashi: Pff, we could totally take him on, he could be lying about his age, but we took on a basilisk and won! He's lying, how could we trust him?

Meanwhile: Kakashi was an apprentice of a man who was known for taking out whole armies of people, he likely has a high kill count at his age and had killed more people than Siruis was ever convicted of. He's a child soldier from another dimension, where their system of magic is completely different and their countries aren't even the same. He is so used to blood and death that he will resort to it if it means protecting the people that he cares so deeply for. Aka the Trio could definitely not take him in a fight

Not to compare apple to oranges, but it's hilarious how un-realistic Kakashi's real background is to the HP characters, who are working from the basis of their world unbelievable from what they could ever imagine

Also the irony in Remus's thought process where he was like "Surely Siruis wouldn't stoop that low to receive help from a child", when that's exactly what happened but not for the reasons he's thinking of

It was really interesting to read the theories and thoughts of different character's on Kakashi. Especially Remus's

He's the closest to empathizing with Kakashi's trauma but it's only the surface of how deep it goes

Also! I loved the way you went about Kakashi revealing himself to the Trio

Technically, Kakashi did surrender and decided to tell them everything, but he still acted casual and like a little shit. It was hilarious when he used a clone to lure them out lol

While it's understandable why Harry is suspicious and angry at Kakashi, it's going to make his story even harder to believe

But I guess that gives Kakashi an excuse to explain how Chakara works in his world/demonstrate it to get the others to believe him

Great update! Looking forward as to how Kakashi will explain his situation

Yeah, to be honest, i have a lot of fun with Harry specifically underestimating Kakashi..Thinking he could take him in a fight. 😂 of all these characters I think after all, Snape might be the most correct, though he too is underestimating Kakashi.

I didn't actually interpret it as using a Clone to lure them out, but quite literally what kakashi said: he passed them on the stairs lol.

Thanks so much for your kind words!

[simsadventures]

Only Mine: Chapter 4: The Encounter Part I

Summary: You try to forget all about the night and the dinner you had with Bucky, but some people just won’t let you.

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of rape (trying not to be too explicit), angst, mobster AU

Word Count: 2244

A/N: Remember, you wanted it @sebbbystaaan​ and @kneel-begyourpardon​. Don’t stone me for this little cliffhanger. Part II of The Encounter will come out tomorrow. Let me know what you thought xx

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The next couple of days were a blur for Bucky. He couldn’t figure out how anyone would be so cold towards him, especially a woman. He tried to think back to the night the two of you spent together, that maybe he did something wrong, or that he maybe not performed the way he usually does. But he shook this thought off, remembering how your thighs quivered and how your whole body shook. This couldn’t be the reason then.

All the women always loved when he acted like an alpha around them, so he didn’t understand what your problem was with things like him ordering food for you. A weird thought appeared in front of his eyes. Maybe you really weren’t anything like the women he was used to, and that he genuinely had no idea how to treat a woman, but he dismissed this as well. Pff, he was Bucky Barnes, every woman would fall to their knees to just spend a night with him.

He was standing in his room, staring out the window at his backyard. He could see three gardeners trying to create something beautiful of the mess the grass and trees were at the moment, and he loved to see them work. It brought peace to his weary mind. But somebody disturbed the peace by knocking on his door.

“Yeah,” he rumbled but didn’t make any effort of looking who it was. He had the nagging feeling that it was either Steve, or Sam, or both, and he didn’t need to see their faces. He could get all the emotions just from their voices, especially when the three of them were together, his right hands always told him everything just like they felt it.

“Staring into the distance, thinking of your one try love, mate?” Sam asked, humour laced in his voice. He could hear Steve snicker behind him and Bucky just rolled his eyes at their childish behaviour.

“You wanted something particular, or did you come in to tease me?” Bucky growled, his eyes now closed, with his fingers massaging the root of his nose. They’ve been there for a few seconds, and they were already giving him a headache.

“Teasing? You think this is teasing? Teasing would be if we came back to the scene at the restaurant. Man! The way she sassed you and how you stay quiet, that was hilarious! We were a little worried that you bit your tongue. This, this would be teasing, old pal.” Steve was smirking at Bucky, who was now intently staring at the two of them, wishing they would turn into dust.

“Haha, so funny! You done, assholes? I do have better things to do than to listen to the two of you.”

“Like? Staring out the window like you’re the cover of a sad-boy’s album?” This time, Sam and Steve actually high-fived, and all Bucky could do was to sigh. He might have been the boss outside the room, but here, in his personal quarter, they were just three old friends, teasing the hell out of each other. Bucky just hated that it was now his turn to be in the burning seat.

“Give me a break, ok? I just never met a woman like her, that’s all. But she made it very clear that she wasn’t interested and I’m not gonna hunt her down. I’ve got better things to do than to think about some sassy-big-mouthed girl. Any word on Pierce?”

Both of the men in front of Bucky shook their heads. “Nope, nothing. Apparently, he is still very much on the West Coast, and if he likes his own life, he’s gonna stay there. Don’t worry about him, we’re gonna make sure he stays where he should. Speaking of shoulds,” Sam said, and looked at Steve, importantly.

“Right, we should get on the streets today. There are some bastards roaming the city, raping young women. We should make a purge and show them what happens to guys like them. I spoke to the Commissioner of the NYPD, and he said that their forces could help us, we just gotta call them. He told me, that they almost had the guys, but that they weren’t scared of the cops one bit, and the Commissioner thinks they would be scared of us. He also gave us full permission to do whatever we think is necessary. He just wants them out of the city.”

Bucky nodded and clenched his jaw. He hated men like that. He might have been a jerk, but all his women went with him willingly, or, at least, he wouldn’t push himself on them sexually. He also hated the fact that some asshole thought it was a good idea to start that shit in his city.

“Call the Commissioner, and tell him that the patrols that would see anything suspicious should call us directly and that we’ll handle it. Let’s hope it’ll be enough, and that it will be over with quickly. Do we know anything about them?”

Sam was thinking for a while, as was Steve. When they felt like they thought of everything that could be important, they switched between the two of them and told it all to Bucky.

“There are two of them, apparently taking turns at the girls.”

“They sometimes take two girls, one for each. Most of the time, they, however, take one girl, and when they’re done with her, they look for another one, so they have at least two girls a night.”

“Which tells us they must be on the younger side of the spectrum, having the stamina for two rounds, pretty quickly after each other.”

“They use condoms, so the hype is not in breeding the women, but maybe over-powering them? They apparently don’t have a type, their victims vary from the colour of their skin to their height.”

“But, we do know that their favourite part of New York is Brooklyn, only one of the 10 rapes they managed to do happened outside of Brooklyn, so we should be stationed somewhere around there.”

Bucky listened intently, making mental notes and preparing a plan for the night, or several nights ahead of them. For a second, his mind wandered towards you, if you were fine, and if you would be fine, but he quickly dismissed the thought and concentrated on the task at hand. They had an eventful night ahead of them.

—-

Getting Bucky out of your head was easier than you thought. Mostly because you were buried in your work, deadlines licking your heels and you knew you’d catch absolute hell if you didn’t finish in time.

What also helped was that you couldn’t meet him anywhere. Because the two of you lived such different lives, you were almost a hundred per cent sure there wasn’t a possibility of the two of you randomly meeting again. Once was enough and you didn’t need him threatening you go on another date with him. You inwardly rolled your eyes at yourself, reminding you that it wasn’t a date and that you definitely didn’t want it to be one.

Bucky was a mobster, and you definitely didn’t have his icy eyes in front of you when you were falling asleep. Not. At. All. But, to tell the truth, that was the only time you actually thought of him, otherwise being pretty busy.

Natasha loved every detail of that night, and you thought she would soon start writing down quotes from the date. She was obsessed with someone putting Bucky in his place, even more so that it was her best friend who did that, and she had first-hand details of the encounter.

You were sitting at the publishing house, with 5 other people, all of you catching up with your work. Among others, a new secretary of the editorial director. She looked like a sweet girl, even if you thought she was a little too dolled-up for pretty much an all-nighter at a publishing house, with a bunch of uninterested people. Your director was gay, so there was no chance she would be able to get to him, and other than that, it was you, Kate, and Bruce, who was currently single, but too shy to even look Tania’s way.

You and Kate were discussing the best approach to one of the Young Adult books you were currently trying to edit so that it could be sold in the shortest amount of time. You felt a light tap on your shoulder, and when you turned, you could see Tania sitting on your desk. You cringed inwardly, really hating when people invaded your personal space but tried to remain calm and collected. It was still a long night ahead of you.

“I thought I knew you from somewhere, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. You were out on Friday night, weren’t you?” She asked sweetly, but the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes.

You smiled politely and nodded. Not that it was any of her business anyway. “Well if you saw me, then I must have been out, right?” You started to turn back to Kate, who was obviously trying not to laugh but failing miserably. Tania’s hand stopped you.

“So you’re the girl of the month, then? Huh, would never guess his demands got so low but good for you. The best month of your life awaits you until he decides that you’re old news and kicks you out like a stray dog.”

There was so much venom in her voice that you were surprised she didn’t poison you spitting at you.

“Sounds like you have the first-hand experience with that, sweetheart!” You smiled oh-so-sweetly at her, and she was now sending daggers through her eyes. “Look, Tania, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it was just one dinner, and I’m definitely the girl of no month. I bet Bucky is a great guy for the month, but I’m seriously not interested. So you can stop keeping me away from my job, and maybe start doing yours and bring us all coffee?”

You were a bitch, and you knew it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You hated when people were nosey and would ask you unnecessary questions about your personal life. It was called personal for a reason.

She scoffed, but got up from your table (not before she “accidentally” pushed some of the papers from the table on the floor) and asked everyone around if anyone else wanted some hot beverage. Everyone hummed in agreement, but never stopped with their works.

Kate showed you thumbs up excitedly but otherwise dropped the case, knowing you two could gossip about what just happened after the deadlines were closed and your asses weren’t catching on fire.

It was around 2 AM that you could finally send out all the files you were supposed to, and despite your exhaustion, you couldn’t help but feel happy and relieved. Tania went home around 11 PM telling you all that she wasn’t cut out for such things, and that she better go home to be fresh and pretty the next morning. You collectively rolled your eyes at her but left it without a comment, feeling like she wouldn’t get the sarcastic comments that were on the tip of your tongue.

You said your goodbyes with Kate, and both walked in different directions. You would typically put in your headphones and zone out, but you were aware that it was quite late, and that even if New York acted as the safe city because of Bucky and his crew, you heard about few rapes around Brooklyn and you didn’t want to take a chance.

So you casually walked down the pavement, thinking about how you didn’t want to get up the next morning, knowing it would be a massive pain in the ass. Your mind also wandered towards your breakfast, trying to imagine the contents of your fridge to think of what you were gonna make the next morning.

As you were deciding between scrambled eggs and pancakes, somebody behind you whistled. You paid no mind to it, thinking that it definitely wasn’t at you. But when the whistling came from much closer behind you, followed by a low “pussycat”. You could hear a chuckle, which sounded like coming from a different man, and a cold sweat burst on your forehead, while a shiver ran down your spine.

You quickened your pace, hearing that they did the same, and you suddenly felt the rush of adrenaline in your blood. You didn’t want to die, or be used like that, and tried to think of anything that would get you out of the situation. You got to run. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fight them, especially if there were two of them, but you weren’t willing to take a look and lose time with it. But even without turning, you could hear them getting closer every second, and when you could feel a hand on your shoulder, harshly grabbing you, you did the only thing that was left. You let out a loud shriek, which was quickly muffled by a hand over your mouth. Your eyes watered instantly, you were trashing in the attacker’s arms, trying to get free, but he wouldn’t budge. You never thought you would end up here, and with this thought, your mind grew hazy, and your body went limp.

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[ask-hex-and-whitty]

“That easy? Really?” *C!Pop Anon seemed to be amused by this and Virus’s words. Though, they’d take the offer.* “Well then, I shall take the opportunity. Though, It’d be nice if you were to stay and resist it as much as you can. If the robot can feel and maybe even hear regardless of not being in control of his own body, it might be..quite entertaining to see once he is back. Other than that, I do need your help to find that bombhead. I know who is with him, but not the place nor version of that person, yet. I also would say the same, after all, we might think alike or similar.” *Once they started to say ‘Other than’, they grabbed a hold of his left arm, it being a tight one as Virus has now corruption.* “Sadly, I might not even be able to see this. Either I die and my host lives, or both of us dies. Which this makes me wonder. .’What would happen if Hex were to kill a so-called-Friend?’ ‘Would that break him?’ Pff, it would be hilarious to see.” *They added, letting out a quiet giggle to theirselves again.*

Virus seemed utterly unphazed with it, his eye tilting upwards slightly.

"No, he won't die, unlike you. He's a machine, you see? Made to outlive anyone, especially since he's self aware. Either way, I'm not interested in Mr hothead at the moment, thought that could change later. And the little wonder bot'd never resort to murdering a friend, you're more likely to dismantle him first before he even thinks of if."

[jeonqqin]

me and my lovely moots as the OG gang because;

why not?

@mikoto-ica-fics as Bang Chan

reasons why;

mica is our grandpa

mica is also hot asfucck

got those calm leader vibes

also the only sain one

is loGical

but also will most likely skin someone for her babies (hehe that’s us)

but she still complains when we bother her

we are her biggest hassle

also is the shyest baby when getting complimented (pls compliment her, it’s hilarious)

wants everyone to be healthy and happy

#stoptalkingaboutalcohol

#andstartpayingattentiontoyourkids

#theyregettingaway

definitely needs more sleep

@mini-meanhoe as Lee Minho

reasons why;

summer is always spouting something sexual

she owns all of us let’s be honest

will probably eliminate one of us in the future

has definitely thought about killing all us younger ones

endless supply of people thirsting over her

(probably) has killed someone just by looking at them

BDE (big dick energy) to the MAX

has a secret closet(???)

won’t tell us what’s in it but I have my suspicions

cute but will rip your face off if you call her that

I suggest that you do not call her cute if you want to live

unless you’re alice then you can do whatever you want smh

@chanonymous as Seo Changbin

reasons why;

seems super mysTeriOus

but is a big ol softy

has the same energy as “binsual”

bc yeah she pretty hot

I LOVE DARKEU PFF—

acts all tough

but really she be a baby

unintentionally adorable

but like,, I feel like she will knock your lights out

and that’s hot too shoot—

her duality is too much for this world

will be a cute ass baby one second

but then turn around and kick your ass

@lixiefe as Hwang Hyunjin

reasons why;

okay hear me out

don’t you dare question me on this okay?

mal is the cutest creature on this earth and that is what’s up

and she could be talking like a regular person one second just being all adorable

then BAM

your heart is in peices

but like in the best way

understand?

also like she is aesthetic asFUCK

she’s gorgeous

so gorgeous

and the sweetest thing to ever walk this earth

and none of us deserve her *sigh*

@jeonqqin (ME DUDE) as Han Jisung

reasons why;

you can’t deny

I’m a whiny asshole

with everything

especially with alice

but I’m also loud, hyper, and clingy ASFUCK

22nd century fashion bITCH

squirrel cheeks ™

and I’m good at everything hA and super duper handsome

(not really..... unless 👀)

so yknow

jisung guys

I rest my case

@ammuqwer as Lee Felix

reasons why;

this is the most obvious choice

she’s perfect

TELL. ME. IM. WRONG. I. DARE. YOU.

erryone wants to smash istg

everyone’s favorite

it’s unfair

but she cute so I get it

and shit she’s my favorite too

AND THE DUALITY FUCK

it’s like she’s two different people guys

she will melt your soft ass heart with her cuteness

then fuckin kill you with her coy unabashed BABENESS

idec if that isn’t a word, that’s what she is

a fuckin B A B E

and a B A B Y

but don’t be fooled

she WILL kick your ass

but yknow if you’re into that go ahead and make her mad

@hiddenskz as Kim Seungmin

reasons why;

her and mal work together to fucking kill us all

a part of the duality squad with mal and alice

those three hurt us

I also want to mention that she is one of the babiest of babies goSh

but don’t get me wrong

she’s a coY LITTLE SHIT

but it’s okay bc she cute

lowkey tho don’t tell her I said that

she kinda scares me

bc like???

she’s still confusing to me guys just *SIGH*

SHES HOT AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO TAKE IT BC SHES ALSO CUTE AND ADORABLE BUT LIKE IM ALSO SCARED OF HER WHICH MAKES HER EVEN HOTTER GUYS MY LIFE IS TOO HARD

oh yeah she’s also our lil puppy :)

@yangomangos as Yang Jeongin

reasons why;

cmon

its obvious isn’t it?

OG brat

also OG baby

BUT SHES GROWING UP SO FAST I—

IT HURTS

everything she does is cute tbh

like she could just say “good morning” to me

and I’ll literally fall to my knees with tears running down my face

bc this little shit is our BABY

HOW DARE SHE HURT ME BY BEING SO PRECIOUS

she also kinda scary like

where’s your parents??

sorry what did you say??

I’m calling child protective services

that kinda scary

but I love her and we all love her so it’s okay

LMAO ily guys so much you all mean the world to me so please don’t kill me after this okay BYE

[infinitesimal-grey]

Prince Starved 8

G/t College Sanders Sides AU

This chapter is a wild, emotional (good and bad) ride from start to finish. Enjoy.

Co writer: R

I think hiddendreamer isnt beta-ing the doc anymore so just a general thank you to them for being amazing, I highly recommend their checking out their many g/t stories and blogs

Warnings: Caps, mention/alluding to childhood abuse, scars

Word count: 1,630

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"Just don't step on any bruises dumbass." Roman put the jar of salve on his back, along with a pile disinfectant wipes that he tore up while Virgil was otherwise preoccupied. He rested his head in one arm so he could see Virgil out the corner of his eye.

"I won't." Virgil rolled his eyes and walked over to the stuff. He picked up a piece of wipe and scooped some salve into his fingers. He went first to the bloodied scrapes, finding them the most important to address. "This is way weird.." He chuckled a bit. "Never expected myself to' be helping a giant with his wounds." "Wounds that are my fault," Virgil left unsaid.

Roman hummed in agreement, "Not really what I was expecting to be doing this evening as well.

"What were you planning on?"

"Dunno, I'd probably be showing you around where I live. But we're both pretty sore so I think that's the end of our adventuring."

Virgil shivered at the thought of going back into the cold, not to mention that that would put them back into Comrade's line of fire. "Yeah."

They sat in a comfortable silence while Virgil patched Roman up, but there was still an underlying tension etched into the muscles in Roman's back.

   "Were you ever planning on mingling with giants if it weren't for me?" Roman asked, thoughts falling down an anxious pondering on the fact that them having met was one in thousands.

Virgil hummed quietly to himself, continuing to fix up Roman's wounds as he thought. "Dunno... Don't think I ever really planned to, no.. I didn't like, see myself never mingling with giants but, didn't see myself doing it either, y'know?"

"... Would you have met with me today if you knew I who I was?"

"I know who you are Roman." Virgil focused his eyes downward.

"I think you know what I mean," Roman let out a nervous chuckle that bounced back slightly.

"I--ahk!" Virgil stumbled as he flew and landed belly and face down on Roman's back, face flushing wildly. "Ro! Hold still!"

Roman couldn't help it, it was a welcome and hilarious distraction to something he might not want to hear. He couldn't help but let his thoughts be sucked away by it and he laughed harder.

Virgil scrambled for purchase on Roman's still slightly shower slick back. "Ro!"

"Pff-I'm- I'm s-sorry-hahaha!!" He pressed his face into the pillow, but still his laughter continued.

Virgil slipped across the back and clung to Roman's ribs. He kicked at his friend's arm in an attempt to gain purchase. "ROMAN YOU ABSO-GAH-" His foot slipped and he fell into Roman's side, which his voice couldn't help but crack embarrassingly at, "-LUTE PEDESTRIAN STOP TH-THIS!"

"Your insult game is getting weak pipsqueak." Roman smirked and let out a heavy laugh as he glanced over his shoulder at Virgil's predicament. The tomato-red emo looked like he was about to spit back a scalding retort but literally squeaked when he found himself bucked multiple inches into the air. He came back down on a nasty bruise that made Roman wince, but it was worth it for the look on the human's face.

Virgil huffed and puffed in the exertion of regaining ground his friend's back just so Roman could hear his dramatized aggravation. Roman found it hilarious but patiently waited for his friend to get back to the center of his back.

He sat up and crossing his arms now that the ground beneath him wasn't as much of a tumultuous sea of muscle. The back was obviously still shaking with muffled amusement, though.  "Oh my gods, Ro, stop laughing or I'll leave your cuts to infect and kill you."

"Yeah yeah," he let a few more chuckles escape before stretching his neck and relaxing into the pillow.

Virgil huffed, and moved further up to his friend's shoulders. "Jeez, they really fucked ya' up didn't they, Ro?" He moved to a new wound, but paused, staring at Roman's back in confusion. That's... not new.

"Barely felt it," Roman grinned cheekily, but inside he could still feel ghost sensations of what it was like to be kicked over... and over... He nipped that unwelcome trip down memory lane at the bud.

Virgil frowned slightly, setting the disinfectant to his side as he leaned forward and ghosted his fingers over what seemed to be an old, round scar. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but it seemed almost like a burn… He jerked his hand back when he felt every individual fiber in Roman's back tense.

Roman had to stop himself from bolting straight up at the touch. He stayed painfully quiet and the air in the room froze in suspense.

Virgil glanced up toward where Roman's head lay. He was unable to see the giant's expression from here. A searching glance showed more scars surrounding where he sat and a sick unease festered in him. Looking back down to the old scar, he lightly laid his hand on it. Even with his fingers splayed they barely reached the scar's circumference. "...Ro, what's this?"

Roman shivered at the ghost sensation that pulled up memories like unruly weeds. His voice dropped in volume. "...what do you mean? Probably just something Comrade's friend did."

"I mean this." Virgil's worry filled voice strengthened, making it clear his concern would not waver. He lightly ran a finger persistently around the edge of the burn, frowning as his thoughts drew conclusions that he was going to kill whoever caused this scar. "It's.. not new."

Roman sat up abruptly, he stretched his arm awkwardly behind his back and grabbed Virgil upside down in a fist. The fist swung around and Roman searched Virgil's eyes. "Please." He was quiet and strained, practically begging. It came out as if his throat was choked.

"Woah--" Virgil tried not to shake in the firm grip surrounding him. Roman's eyes shone wetly with more emotion than he'd ever seen them betray before. Virgil was finding trouble in getting his nerves to calm down enough to speak to the giant.

"..What happened..? You haven't told me about that- they looked like.. like burns." He finally managed. He thought Roman and him confided in each other, but this was a whole new facet to his friend that he had never met.

Roman averted his eyes and his hand tightened slightly in not quite a menacing, but tense.

Virgil could his breathing's slight restriction and his heart lurched in primal fear. But he beyond that he could only feel his concern swell and overtake the fear. He leaned forward, setting a hopefully reassuring hand on Roman. "Ro, please?"

"It's just a scrape from a past life. There is a reason I'm not home right now of course..." Roman realized with horror what he was doing and set Virgil on the bed before burying his face in a pillow.

Virgil took grateful, full breaths but frowned at Roman's 'hiding'. Fear made him hesitate and shuffle idly away. No, this is Roman. Virgil reminded himself. I know Roman. He's the same person. Same friend. He liked to think he was convinced but that didn't stop his knees from shaking. Nevertheless he hesitantly approached and climbed up onto the giant's pillow, sitting himself down next to Roman's face. He paused but set a reassuring hand on his temple. "Hey, Ro.. It's okay. It just makes me worried because you've never told me about you having that... sort of scar.." He didn't mention what he assumed them to be- partially to not trigger Roman further but also not wanting to be grabbed in that fist again.

"I'm sorry, I don'- I can't like talking about it." Roman sighed.

 Virgil nodded slowly, leaning over to give Roman the best 'hug' he could manage. "That's alright, Ro. You can.. talk about it when you're ready. If that means never, it means never." He frowned, knowing with Roman that that might end up happening. He tended to bottle things up until the pressure became volatile. 

Roman blew some air out his nose in releif. His hand came up and 'hugged' Virge back, holding him to his warm cheek in a nonverbal thank you.

Virgil stifled a surprised yelp, staying stiff as a board for a few moments. Then he smiled and just relaxing into their odd sort of embrace with a sigh.

"We should probably finish bandaging, after that we can watch a movie or somethin'." Roman mumbled, his speech vibrating through Virgil. He pulled his hand away and turned slightly in the pillow so a singular, dewy eye could peek out at Virgil.

Virgil nodded. "Yeah." He offered a small smile, patting Roman's cheek a few times. "You gunna be good?"

"Mhm," Roman mumbled into the pillow. He twitched at the pats, not expecting such an odd sensation.

 Virgil hesitated for a few moments but gave Roman another quick 'hug' before pulling away and reclimbing the giant's back. He returned to methodically fixing up the various cuts and bruises on his back.

 The giant froze, his tan face and shoulders bloomed like a crimson rose at the unexpected, second hug. He remained there blushing and internally screaming at the voices in his head that were trying to convince him to scoop Virgil up right that second.

Virgil didn't say anything else, forcing the flush away from his own face with a few clever dabs of the cooling salve. He kept working his way over the bruises and cuts, letting out a heavy sigh and flopping onto his back once he'd finished. "Okay, so, that took forever but that should be everythin'." Virgil had found more scars than he wanted to admit, but he didn't want to upset Roman again by mentioning them further.

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The Bright Side, Chapter 1: Bloom Effect (Abbacchio x GN!Reader) SFW

This was the 2nd fic I wrote, and in a way it was kind of a continuation of my first Abbacchio fic. However, I ended up choosing to make it a gender neutral reader instead of a female reader because I ended up noticing that I never did use pronouns in this fic.

So my rationale was like “Hey if I don’t use pronouns, I may as well make it a GN fic because then anyone can enjoy it.”

However this of course does not exempt anyone from the punnery LMAO

Anyways. I wrote this one because my friends were like “hey wouldn’t it be great if abbacchio were also good at puns because he seems like the sharp type”

and i was like “holy fuck i’d just fall in love with him even more. i’d have to propose on the spot.”

And so I wrote this LOL

This is a two-parter, so I’ll post the second chapter in a hot minute.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Genre: Fluff (with a pinch of spice)

Word count:  1962

Summary: Abbacchio constantly calls your jokes stupid, but it turns out he has a talent for them too.

And really, when your (overly serious) significant other can rattle out some real dumb jokes at the same rate (if not faster than) you do, how can you NOT fall deeper in love with them?

Chapters: 1 / 2

Chapter 1: Bloom Effect

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“Leo---”

“No.”

“But I haven’t ev---”

“No.”

The two of you had been laying together on your shared bed. Set to a low volume, music was playing on the radio in the background as you both just enjoyed your day together, no missions or any gang business going on. You had been propped up against Abbacchio’s chest and idly reading a book and just enjoying his quiet company while he would occasionally read over your shoulder and make a comment about the story, prompting some conversation before you both settled back into reading quietly. You both liked it like this; even if you were the more talkative and outgoing of the two, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy quiet time, especially when it was with him.

But of course, that didn’t stop you from being a little shit with him. Like the joke you had just made about him “taking a page from your book” (which earned a groan), and then telling him you knew he’d react like that because you could “read him like a book” (which in turn elicited a disgruntled “Really?” while you snickered in amusement).

After he had cut you off for the second time, you made a pouting noise and puffed your cheeks out as you rolled onto your stomach to face him. “You’re no fun.” You said that, but it was no secret that you loved his reactions (after all, why would you bother him so often?), as your face displayed a sunny, shit-eating grin.

“And you’re always so grumpy,” you added. At that, you sat up and began to poke at his face, using your index fingers to push the corners of his lips into a forced smile, pressing his cheeks higher up on his face. “Lighten up!” You giggled at the sight of his mouth being pulled into such an exaggeratedly happy expression, while his eyes and brow both communicated sullen annoyance. If it had been anyone else, Abbacchio may have swatted their fingers off of his face, much less even let them touch him like this. For you, he tolerated the gesture.

And anyways, it was no secret that he loved your smile.

He took your wrists into his hands and removed your fingers from his face. “I can be plenty of fun,” he replied in that gruff tone of his. “It’s just that your jokes are always so stupid.”

“You love them.”

“I don’t.”

“You love me.”

He removed his hands from your wrists and into your hands, holding them gently.

“I do.”

You flushed slightly and chuckled fondly as you settled fully onto his lap. “I knew it.”

“Don’t push it.”

But now he was smiling, even if just a tiny bit, and you knew you had won. You laughed softly and pressed your forehead against his. Abbacchio closed his eyes into the gesture, a more prominent smile forming on his features. You lifted away from his forehead, then leaned back in to press a little kiss to his cheek once, then twice. Moving from his cheek, you gave him a peck on his nose that earned you a pleased hum. Then, slowly, your lips captured his in a gentle kiss that he reciprocated with a contented sigh that was so soft that you almost didn’t notice it.

Once you separated from him, you couldn’t help but give him a small but cheeky smile. “Even so, you really could stand to lighten up, you know…” you said, trying to get a rise out of him. “You’re still such a grump.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek. “But don’t worry. I still love you.”

Abbacchio ‘hmph’-ed before locking eyes with you. You blinked and chuckled, tilting your head at him. “What? You gonna throw me somewhere again?”

He shook his head ‘no’. Instead, he gathered up the crumpled blanket from the foot of the bed and tossed it onto you as you squawked in surprise as you were suddenly enveloped in cotton and down. “My apologies for being such a wet blanket.”

You blinked from underneath the blanket. Did Abbacchio make…a pun? Peeking your head out from underneath your soft and downy prison, disbelief painted your features as you blinked a couple of more times before starting to smile widely. The grin on Abbacchio’s face was smug, quite gratified that he had managed to shut you up.

“Best cover up your mouth, amore. You’ll let flies in.” He punctuated his point by bringing up a corner of the blanket over your mouth.

“Ha! Haha! Oh my God!” You practically jumped up and squealed in delight, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. “That’s hilarious! I had no idea you were capable of such punnery! Leone! Holy shit!” Giggling, you clapped your hands in pure mirth as you began to sit up on your knees.

Abbacchio quirked his eyebrow at you, expression neutral again, and said in a completely serious and even tone, “Don’t you mean holy sheet?”

If you had thought it was impossible for your expression to become even more shocked (while still entirely delighted), you were quickly proven wrong as you felt your mouth gape further. “Pff! Hehe…! Ahaha!” You had thrown your head back and started laughing uncontrollably, feeling tears forming in your eyes. At this point, your stomach had hurt from all the laughing and you doubled over with a soft thump onto the bed, still rolling around and convulsing with laughter.

You weren’t quite sure what was funnier: the fact that Abbacchio was delivering these jokes with the same solemn expressions he wore during meetings or mission briefings, the speed at which he came up with these puns, or the very fact that it was Leone Abbacchio, big angry serious goth man with a stick up his ass so big that it may as well have been a tree, making silly, stupid puns with you.

And God did you love him all the more for it.

Once you had caught your breath and wiped the tears from your eyes, you peered up at him from your laying position, the blanket snugly wrapped around you. “Whew…haha! I can’t believe you came up with those so quickly! That was great! You’re just great! I swear, I find something about you that makes me love you more and more every day.” A realization seemed to cross your face as you looked up at him with what seemed like reverence. “Oh man, Leone, I love you. Aha! Holy shit, I love you so much! Did you know that?” You gave a breathy kind of laugh as you rolled onto your side. “Let me show you just how much! If you know what I mean.” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively at him and proceeded to wiggle around in the blanket, having entrapped yourself further during your fits of laughter. “Just. Just gimme a second.”

Your advances made Abbacchio snort out a short laugh that he couldn’t repress. You weren’t really the definition of “sultry” and “seductive” at the moment, all rolled up in a blanket like a human burrito. It would be the first time he was ever propositioned by what looked like a sentient cannolo. One that threw him bedroom eyes and looked at him like he was the answer to all of life’s questions and beheld him as such.

Your boyfriend just watched you as you tried to worm your way out of the blankets and your pants simultaneously. He was about to comment that it might be easier if you tackled one problem at a time, but by then you had managed to roll right off of the bed and you hit the ground with a muted thump and an “oof!” that was soon followed by some startled laughter.

He shook his head at the sight and sighed out, “You’re such an idiot. How you made it this long is beyond me.” Resting his elbow on his knee and bringing his knuckles against his lips, Abbacchio remained sitting on the bed as he observed you trying to recollect yourself, struggling a bit on the floor to no avail. Though he knew you were too busy fighting the blanket to see him properly, he still chose to hide the rather large grin and fast-growing blush that was forming on his face. At your ungraceful but earnest outburst of love, his heart swelled in a way that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He could feel not only his cheeks but also his ears burning up with a flush that betrayed his attempts to bite back the sappy and equally-in-love grin on his face.

Leone Abbacchio’s heart did not flutter or other silly things like that; he was no longer some inexperienced greenhorn, no longer a bright-eyed young man with glittering eyes. No, he was a grown man, hardened and embittered by the darkness in the world around him, dammit! There was no way he was feeling like a schoolboy who had received his first love letter! And yet here he was, with his heart pounding against his chest at a thunderous tempo that was absolutely impossible to ignore and a warmth that was so hot and bright that he felt like he was going to explode from sheer happiness.

You loved him. You loved him to the point of bursting. He could hear it in the unspoken quality of your words, see it in the flashes of light in your eyes, and felt it from the bottom of his heart in the upward curve of your smile.

A deeper, buried part of Abbacchio hoped you knew that he loved you that much too. Maybe even more so. He really, really hoped you knew. For now, though…

“There! I’m---WHOA!” The moment you freed yourself from your fleecy confines, you found yourself entangled in yet another set of confines. Abbacchio had gotten to his feet and hoisted you up and into his arms. Finding yourself underneath his intense stare and suddenly so close, you squirmed a little as a familiar heat stirred within you. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to this sort of closeness; he just had a look on his face like he was ready to devour you whole.

As if to make good on your assessment, Abbacchio caught your lips in a kiss that started out chaste enough before it began to deepen, a sweep of his tongue over yours turning the words on your lips into soft, unintentional moans. He pulled back to look into your eyes, now half-lidded and entranced, and smiled at you with a vulnerability he reserved only for a select few.

And then he dropped you back onto the bed. A noise of surprise left your mouth as you landed on the mattress, bouncing slightly. Regaining your bearings, you chuckled, “And here I thought you were going to throw me anywhere today.”

“I didn’t throw you this time.”

You rolled your eyes and were about to retort, when you were greeted with the sight of Abbacchio pulling his shirt off of himself. As his long hair fell back into place, you drew a breath at the sight of the silver threads settling over his toned shoulders and chest. Light filtering in from the crack in the curtains made him seem all the more ethereal and mesmerizing to you in this moment. Catching you staring, Abbacchio smirked in a way that seemed equal parts loving and wolfish. “Well, cara? Weren’t you going to show me just how much you love me?”

Your blinked, his words calling you back into the very beautiful reality in front of you, and then you grinned widely at him. Bringing your hand to your forehead in a mock salute, you chirped eagerly, “Si, signore!”

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That’s not why I’m staying (1)

Life of the party

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a steamy scene right at the beginning. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18. This also alludes to disturbing content about consent. No assault scene, but allusions are present. 

Word count: about 5,000

Notes: Welcome to my version of Book 2! This picks up pretty much where we left off, the day after the Decision Ball, starting with Amara’s POV. This contains some plot, but mostly lots of fluff. I guess I needed it, after the drama-packed end of Book 1… But don’t worry, drama will come back eventually ;)

*****

Amara smiles softly as she sees Drake’s eyes open ever so slightly. She’s been up a while, and barely got any sleep, but she doesn’t care. Her heart is full, and her mind is determined. She warms her hands on the cup of coffee she snuck up from downstairs, and takes a sip.

‘Babe?’ Drake calls for her as he opens his eyes with difficulty. 

‘I’m here,’ she says, walking back towards the bed to embrace him.

‘Hmm,’ he murmurs, leaning into her kiss. ‘You smell like coffee.’

She chuckles. ‘Want some?’

‘Please.’

Amara snuggles up to Drake as he sips from her cup. There, she thinks, that’s what she wants. This level of intimacy, forever. Drake puts down the cup and, now with two free hands, pulls her in for a warm hug. 

‘I’m so glad we’re here,’ he whispers. 

She smiles. So is she, at the end of the day. What was she thinking? Last night, they ended up celebrating so loudly that they woke Hana up, and she joined the five of them downstairs for lots of hugging and some champagne. When was the last time Amara had felt this much warmth in a room? Besides from her dad and Nancy, and of course Mia, over the past two years… not much.

She kisses Drake more deeply, and asks, ‘So… now that we just have to wait for the engagement tour to start, what are we gonna do with our time?’

Drake laughs. ‘Wow, I don’t know… a whole five days just to ourselves? Pff, problems problems…’

He kisses her neck, and Amara leans into the moment, taking in every second. She needs to remember this. The good. For when it becomes tough again, inevitably. She needs to soak it all in.

Drake hoists himself up until he’s on top of her, and she sees the familiar glimmer in his eyes. The want, the tenderness, the sheer adoration… all of it, all together. Everything he feels for her, everything she feels for him in return.

Amara’s breath catches. Does she deserve all this? This wonderful man, always there for her, even when he knows all of her flaws, all of her mistakes? Maybe not all yet, the voice in her head says. Maybe he will still have a few surprises. 

She shakes it off. Stop being so insecure, she thinks. Don’t create problems where there are none, not now. 

‘You ok?’ Drake asks, in between kisses.

She nods. Of course she’s ok. She’s with him, right here, right now, and that’s all that matters. She needs to silence that bitch voice in her head, pestering her with self-doubt that she really, really doesn’t need.

‘I’m great,’ she smiles, before kissing him some more.

He smiles back. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispers. ‘I love you, Amara.’

His lips go down, and down, and trace a loving path from her neck to her breasts, then to her stomach… ‘I love you too,’ she whispers.

His lips are between her legs now, making her shiver like he knows how to do so well. Her back arches, and he kisses her core passionately, like there’s no tomorrow. She moans quietly, until she can’t keep it in anymore and needs a pillow to muffle her scream. ‘Fuck,’ she laughs breathlessly. ‘Drake, that was so good…’

He smiles broadly. ‘At your service, Suarez.’

She chuckles and guides him back on top of her. He lets out a low groan, almost a purr, as she wraps her legs around him and presses herself onto his length. In less than a few seconds, he’s already teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, and she can’t wait to have him all to herself again.

*****

‘Wow,’ Drake says as he lies back down. ‘You really know how to start the day, Suarez.’

Amara laughs. Drake wonders if he’s ever heard anything more entrancing than her laugh. ‘Shower and coffee?’ She asks. 

He nods. ‘Please. I can already hear the commotion downstairs, Max is definitely up to no good.’

Amara cups her ear and listens carefully. ‘Um… Drake?’ She grabs his arm and bursts into laughter. ‘Is that a goat?’

Drake clearly makes out a bleating sound. He can’t contain his laughter either. ‘Sure sounds like it. Alright, let’s get in the shower so we can investigate this, Detective.’

*****

Amara isn’t surprised to see a baby goat in the living room, but she can’t help but squeal anyway. ‘Oh my God Maxxie, what did you do?’ She screams as she joins Hana in petting the small, delighted animal.

Maxwell pours coffee for Amara and Drake, shrugging. ‘I went to the Farmer’s Market this morning in Ramsford, I wanted to show Michael, and get some produce. My favorite vendor, Gustavo, was there, and he was selling baby goats. I thought this little guy would be a good companion for my peacocks and our two sheep.’

Amara’s eyes widen, the little goat’s head in her arms. ‘Hold up. You have sheep?’

Maxwell giggles. ‘Yeah! Have I never told you? I have five sheep, in the back of the property, they live with the peacocks, and our property manager, Silvio, takes care of them full time! Have I never told you, Little Blossom?’

Amara laughs, ‘No, you certainly have not. Can we please see them today? What are their names?’

Maxwell gloats in anticipation. ‘Well, there’s five of them, right? So, I named them Bobby, Jonathan, Antoni, Karamo, and Tan. Some of them are girls but you know, gender’s a construct.’

Hana and Amara share a look, and both burst out laughing. ‘That’s the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard,’ Hana says, wiping a tear.

Maxwell beams. ‘Right? So, what are we gonna name this little guy?’

Drake, coffee mug in hand, squats to pet the goat, and Amara can’t help but notice the wide grin on his face as he plants a little kiss on the goat’s forehead. ‘It has to be an awesome name, as handsome as this little fella, you know. We can’t name him something boring, this guy deserves the best name.’

Amara gasps. ‘I know! I have the perfect, handsomest name ever.’

Hana smiles. ‘What is it, babe?’

Amara looks the goat in the eye and solemnly declares. ‘Bradley Cooper. His name has to be Bradley Cooper.’

Drake almost chokes on his coffee and Michael laughs wholeheartedly. ‘I see the obsession is still going on,’ he says.

Amara shrugs. ‘Not an obsession. Just the recognition of the best actor of his generation, y’know.’

Drake raises an eyebrow. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I like the guy, but… we’re talking about the man who starred in The Hangover, babe. Think about that. Think about how terribly this movie has aged. Think about Ken Jeong emerging from the trunk. Think about Bradley Cooper’s line when they’re waiting for Ed Helms outside of his apartment.’

Amara thinks for a second, and shrugs. ‘It’s not like Bradley wrote the movie, Drake.’

Drake throws his hands up. ‘I give up. Max?’

Maxwell grins widely. ‘It’s perfect. Welcome to the world, Bradley Cooper-Beaumont. We love you.’

*****

‘So? What did you think of the Fab Five?’ Maxwell asks anxiously.

‘They’re soooo sweet and so cuddly,’ Amara exclaims.

Hana nods. ‘I love how they just run towards you as soon as you get there, and how they instantly adopted Bradley Cooper!’

Drake chuckles. ‘Will I get used to that goat’s name, ever?’

Michael pats his back. ‘Let time work its magic, Drake. It shall pass.’

They both laugh. Amara smiles at the sight of her friends and family getting along, and without even realizing it, reaches for her phone in her pocket. Still no texts. Well, some from her dad, with whom she’s been texting since he woke up, but none from anyone else. Her heart sinks a bit. She contemplates writing another, but she promptly gives up. She doesn’t want to stalk her, either.

Drake swoops in from behind her and grabs her hand. ‘Whatcha doing?’ He asks, all the while knowing exactly what she’s doing. 

Amara shrugs and squeezes his hand tight. ‘Nothing. Checking my phone.’

Drake brings her hand to his lips and kisses it. ‘She’ll come around. She’s stubborn as fuck, but if there’s one person who can do no wrong in her eyes, it’s you, Suarez.’

She smiles faintly. ‘I don’t know about that.’

*****

Olivia turns her phone over, one more time, and when she sees nothing on the screen, turns it face down again. She takes another sip of coffee and a bite of her eggs, angrily.

‘Still mad?’ Rashad asks as he plants a kiss on the top of her head.

Olivia shrugs. ‘I’m not mad. It’s just funny how the bitch thinks my advice is shit when I deliver it, and then two hours later, she decides to do what I told her to do.’

Rashad raises an eyebrow. ‘So...you’re mad that she took your advice? I don’t follow.’

Liv rolls her eyes. ‘You’re pretending not to follow. It’s annoying.’

He chuckles. ‘Well, you’re right, I’m following. I just don’t understand your logic.’

She snorts. ‘No one does.’

Rashad thinks for a second and takes her hand. She doesn’t flinch. ‘Liv, I think you’re mad at her out of principle. But think about it. She went through something shitty last night, and had a gut reaction. Can you blame her?’

She shrugs again. ‘Yes.’

Rashad chuckles. ‘Alright. I guess you can.’ He starts pulling his hand away, but Olivia holds on to it, without meeting his eye. 

She sighs. ‘For the record,’ she says, looking down at her cup of black coffee, ‘I didn’t come here because I needed you. I’ve wanted this for a while, now we’ve finally boned, end of story.’

Rashad’s smile falters. ‘End of story?’ He asks worriedly.

Olivia bites her lip. That’s not what she meant. At all. Fuck, how is she going to spin that one without seeming too eager? ‘You know what I mean,’ she says. ‘I mean that I don’t want to talk about that whole Suarez shit. I know what you’re thinking, that I came to you because I was sad or whatever.’

Rashad shrugs, a shadow still over his eyes. ‘Honestly, Liv, I’m glad you came to me, and I just hope you don’t regret us having sex for the first time in these circumstances.’

She snorts. Why does he have to be such a good guy? She needed comfort last night, that’s true. Not that she would admit it, but she did. She felt betrayed by Suarez, who she considered to be...ugh, not worth putting words onto it. She takes a deep breath. ‘I’m fine. And, if you must know, it was fucking hot. No regrets here.’

He smiles a little and digs into his eggs.

She did fucking love it. They did need to break the tension. No regrets.

Still, it feels a bit...anticlimactic. Is it how it feels to have sex with someone you actually like? Sure, she had sex with Liam many, many times over the years, and ugh, boy, did she have feelings there. But he was unavailable. It was noncommittal.

Here and now, as they share breakfast, and she’s wearing no makeup, while Rashad looks as comfortable as ever in his sweatpants, Liv can’t help but feel… too safe?

Maybe she’ll tell Suarez about it, sometime, when she stops hating her guts.

Who doesn’t listen to Olivia Motherfucking Nevrakis? 

*****

Liam hasn’t slept. At all. He watches the sun rise on his country, as he sits on his balcony in his boxers and dress shirt from last night, his head full of regret. He replays the events from after Leo left last night, in his head, and cringes at the memory.

Madeleine getting impatient and knocking on the door of his study. Their small talk. His discomfort. Her advances. 

His attempts to create a diversion by offering her a drink. Her insistence at having a nightcap in his suite. 

The knot in his throat as he caved. 

His inability to say no any further. 

It would have been suspicious if he had said no, right? She would have known he was up to something. She needs to feel comfortable and safe if they want to successfully investigate her and break the engagement. Right?

He swallows his saliva, and takes a hesitant peek in his bedroom, through the French windows. She’s still sleeping, soundly, sprawled in his bed.

He had believed her. Like an idiot, he was convinced that she was the only one who still cared about him. Until the ball, until his stupid eyes were open by the picture of Amara’s assault.

He closes his eyes tight. It’s not a big deal, right? Everyone forces themselves to do things they don’t want to do, sometimes. 

Even that. Even something that you’re supposed to completely want.

Right?

*****

Drake stands in front of the stove, and flips the pan expertly. He can get used to this: cooking for his friends, with his girl keeping him company. Amara is sitting on the counter next to him, and playing with the ingredients as they chat about life.

‘This is gonna be so good,’ she says. ‘Have you made this before?’

Drake chuckles. ‘Sausage and peppers? Of course. It was a staple of the Walker household.’

She smiles. Is there anything more heartwarming than her smile? He thinks not. ‘Did you cook for your family, always?’ she asks.

He shrugs. ‘I did, sometimes. Dad was always in charge of grilling and he taught me how to take care of meat and fish. I love cooking fish above everything else. It’s delicate, precise, and so satisfying when you get it right. Mom was more into baking, and making hearty dishes like mac and cheese. Efficient stuff when you’ve got two kids that you need to feed quickly.’ He laughs. ‘And boy, did we need to be fed. Sav and I were always big eaters.’

Amara smiles a bit wider. ‘That’s really sweet. So were we. I remember Mom making chilaquiles, and Sergio and I were so impatient to eat them that we would literally wait in front of her. She’d roll her eyes and be like ‘Chiquitos, you’re not gonna make me cook any faster.’ When she baked, it was the same. I’d just stare at the oven hoping it would bake faster.’

Drake steps away from the stove to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. He loves when she shares memories like that. They both need it. ‘Did your mom cook mostly Mexican specialties?’ he asks.

‘I’d say half and half. She liked hearty American food like your mom, too! And my dad, well he grew up in Pennsylvania with Puerto Rican parents, so his comfort food is a mix of both.’

Drake smiles. ‘Sounds delicious. You’ll have to tell me about your favorites and I’ll find recipes.’

She gasps excitedly. ‘I could even send you my mom’s. Sergio and my Dad numerized her cookbook years ago, because when she passed away, they both picked up the slack in the kitchen and wanted to remember her this way.’

Drake’s heart pangs. ‘That’s such a sweet initiative. I’d love to see some of her recipes. I’ll try to cook Marisol-style!’ he says excitedly.

Amara’s smile that ensues could melt Drake’s cold heart, if it wasn’t completely melted already, all because of her. She says in a breathy voice, ‘I’d love nothing more, babe.’ 

‘Hey guys, need any help?’ Michael asks as he walks in. ‘I guess I mean...Drake, need any help, as Amara just stares at you without helping at all?’

Amara giggles and throws a dish rag at him. ‘I’m here for moral support!’

Drake chuckles. ‘I’m all good, but you can look in the fridge if anything appeals to you. Max bought a bunch of food this morning, in between buying farm animals, y’know.’

Michael laughs. ‘Yeah, full disclosure, I was with him, and I could have stopped him but...the goat was too cute.’ He reaches for a bunch of radishes and a head of lettuce in the fridge. ‘And to be perfectly honest, it felt good to be out and about in a very normal setting. No sash people, no viscounts and dukes and whatever, but just a farmers market.’

Drake smiles. ‘I feel ya. Well, in this case, we should all go out tonight, somewhere in Ramsford. Suarez, what do you say?’

Amara joins her hands together. ‘Yes! It would be awesome! Plus, Michael’s only here for a few more days, we need to make them count.’

Michael makes an excited face as he washes the lettuce. ‘Seriously? That would be great. A normal place with normal food?’

Drake looks at Amara with a victorious look on his face. ‘My man,’ he says softly, pointing at Michael. ‘Yes, a normal place and all. Ramsford is good for that. We’ll see what Max recommends, I have a few favorite places but he knows more.’

Michael smiles widely. ‘He is the life of the party.’

Amara chuckles. ‘Oh, you’ve noticed?’

*****

Drake’s lunch is a success, as always. Amara enjoys every bite, as well as conversation with her friends. Even Bertrand is in good spirits, and got over the whole goat debacle quickly. He doesn’t like when Maxwell spends money, but ever since they stopped paying off Albert the blackmailer, they are a bit more comfortable.

Hana nods excitedly at Maxwell’s suggestions for bars and restaurants. ‘That sounds so great!’ she exclaims. ‘We’re all going, right?’ she asks, looking at Bertrand.

He chuckles. ‘It’s really sweet of you to include me, Hana, but I think with all this um… drama, as you youths say it, I need to get some rest tonight.’

Amara rolls her eyes. ‘Us youths? Bertrand, you’re barely older than Michael. Calm down.’

Bertrand smiles. ‘I suppose so. But Amara, with everything we’ve been through, I just want to be in my robe and relax.’

Amara nods. ‘I don’t blame you. Your robe looks very comfortable and, most importantly, has a lot of tassels.’

Bertrand blushes. ‘Um, yes, indeed it does.’

Maxwell bites his lips to stop laughter from coming out. ‘Alright, let’s leave Grandpa Tassel alone tonight then, but Bertrand, we’re not taking no for an answer tomorrow, we’re doing something. We need to enjoy Michael’s company while he’s here.’

Bertrand nods solemnly. ‘Yes, you’re right. We need to honor our guest.’

Michael smiles facetiously and makes quick eye contact with Maxwell. ‘Thank you, Bertrand. Your hospitality means a lot.’

Amara can’t help but notice the brief looks of complicity between Maxwell and Michael. She hadn’t seen Michael be so social in years. Even before Sergio passed, Michael was always the studious one, the serious one, while Sergio was...well, also the life of the party. Hmm, she thinks. Could this be something?

‘Amara,’ Maxwell insists, ‘did you hear me?’

She shakes it off. ‘Oh, sorry, I was in my thoughts. What is it?’

Maxwell looks at Drake, and at Amara again. ‘I was asking, do you want me to invite Liv tonight, or not? She would definitely like the vibe at Zeno’s, but I don’t want to include her if you guys are still...tense.’

Amara’s smile falters. ‘No no, invite her. If I’m the one texting, she won’t answer. We need to put an end to the bullshit.’

Maxwell nods. ‘I’ll ask if Rashad wants to come, too.’

‘Oh, the sexy smoldering guy from the ball?’ Michael inquires. ‘He and Olivia seemed very close.’

Amara smiles. ‘Yes, and yes. They’re kinda dating. See? You’d make a good detective, too.’

*****

Maxwell reflects intently as he focuses his eyes on his closet. ‘No, not this,’ he murmurs.

Michael sits on his bed, feeling awkward about having to, once again, borrow clothes. ‘Max, seriously, I can wear what I have.’

Maxwell turns around and smiles at him. ‘You can, you’d look good in anything, really. But I want to give you options!’

Michael smiles. ‘Thank you. I really need a clothing intervention. I do dress like a lawyer,’ he says, looking down at his outfit made up of beige chinos and a plaid shirt. ‘If we’re going to a hip place--’

‘We’re not,’ Maxwell interrupts. ‘Whatever you’re comfortable with will be great. But I have some clothes that would look better on you than they do on me. Let me find them…’ He digs deeper in his closet. ‘Ah!’ he says victoriously. ‘Here it is. The shirt.’

He presents an emerald green shirt to Michael, who almost recoils in fear. ‘Jeez, Maxwell, it’s very green. I know I wear these colors sometimes, but… isn’t it a bit much?’

Maxwell smiles as he holds the shirt against Michael’s face. ‘No. It brings out your eyes. You can wear it with your chinos, or jeans. You have jeans, right?’

Michael nods. ‘Yes.’

‘What cut?’

Michael raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m not sure what this means.’

Maxwell smiles. ‘It’s ok. I have jeans that you will like.’

*****

Hana and Amara are sitting outside in the sun, a margarita in hand and Amara’s nail polish collection sprawled out on the table for them to choose from. Amara looks out to the pool, where Drake is swimming laps. She doesn’t even realize that she’s staring at his body as he gets out every now and then to take a sip of his water.

Hana smile mischievously. ‘Amara, honey, do you need binoculars?’

Amara shakes her head. ‘Oh shit, Hana, I’m sorry. I promise I’m not a perv. He’s just so…’

Hana laughs. ‘Oh, I know. I’m gay, not blind.’

Amara chuckles. ‘Alright, back to business. What are you wearing tonight?’

Hana nods seriously. ‘I’m gonna go with my coral sundress, with my light brown wedges.’

‘Great choice. You wanna go for a light nail, or a metallic?’

Hana thinks intensely and finally says, ‘I think I’ll go with your gold polish. Is that ok?’

‘Of course, great call. I’m gonna wear my ripped jeans and a yellow top, so I’ll go with the light gray. Good?’

Hana smiles. ‘Perfect. Amara, I’m so glad you stayed. I don’t know what I would have done without you here.’

Amara takes her hand. ‘Same. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve found my people, why did I want to leave?’

Hana smiles broadly. ‘Right? I feel the same way. I know my parents are leaving me tons of messages, but I’m not ready to listen to them. I want to enjoy my time with you guys, and go on the engagement tour.’

‘Plus, the tour ends in London, and you know what that means,’ Amara says in a sexy voice while wiggling her eyebrows.

Hana blushes. ‘I do know what it means, since you’re not being very subtle.’ She smiles and twists the nail polish open. ‘We’ll see what happens. For right now, I’m happy to be here.’

‘Agreed.’

She continues, ‘On another note, did you catch all the little looks between Maxwell and Michael? They’re totally inseparable,’ Hana whispers.

‘I was just thinking that. It’s nice to see Michael be close with someone. Who knows where it might lead, but it’s just nice to see, you know,’ she says, avoiding eye contact.

Hana paints her nails intently. ‘I can imagine. Michael seems to relax a bit, and tonight will help too.’

‘What are you guys plotting about?’ Drake asks as he walks out of the pool and towards the nail painting station.

Amara chuckles, ‘Nothing babe. I’ll fill you in later.’

‘Don’t come out yet, Drake, here we come!’ Maxwell exclaims, running towards the group on his bathing suit. Michael follows slowly, shyly covering his body with a towel.

Amara sits up and asks eagerly, ‘Maxxie, did Liv get back to you?’

Maxwell, still running, cries out, ‘Not yet, Little Blossom. But I gave her all the info and she’ll know where to find us!’

Amara looks down at her nails, silent. Drake sighs and puts his hand on her back comfortingly. ‘She’ll come around, baby. I promise.’

*****

‘Looking good, man,’ Drake says as he catches Michael looking at his reflection in the hallway.

Michael jumps up, startled. ‘Oh! Thanks, Drake. Is it too much, though?’

Drake shrugs. ‘I don’t think so. Green looks good on you.’ He walks to the drink cart and pours two glasses of whiskey. ‘Here you go,’ he says as he holds one out to Michael.

‘Thank you.’ He smells it. ‘This is good stuff.’

Drake smiles. ‘It really is, huh? Max doesn’t skimp out.’

Michael smiles and sips. Drake takes out his phone and looks at the text he just sent out.

I know she hurt your feelings, but she came around and apologized. Don’t let your fucking pride take you away from a friend. We’re both new at this opening up shit, I get it, it sucks to be vulnerable, but it’s also fucking satisfying to be surrounded by people who care. Don’t fuck up.

He wonders whether he cursed too much, but oh well. It’s sent. 

And read, without a response.

He sighs and looks up. ‘Sorry, Mike. Hey, what do you wanna do tomorrow? I can take you on a tour of Ramsford in my Jeep if you want me to show you around.’

Michael’s face lights up. ‘I’d love that. I want to call Callie tomorrow when she’s awake, but otherwise I’m all free.’

Drake smiles. ‘Good.’ He glances at his watch. ‘I guess we’re the fastest ones to get ready around here. When I left Amara, she was agonizing over which earrings to pick.’

Michael chuckles. ‘Max picked my outfit, so I have absolutely no merit in being quick.’

As if on cue, Maxwell appears on top of the stairs, Hana and Amara on each side. ‘Gentlemen, may I present you the two most beautiful women in the world!’

The girls chuckle and roll their eyes, they all yell out to Bertrand to wish him a good night, and they get on their way.

*****

Amara fidgets in the car, her hand in Drake’s. She is sitting in the middle, between Drake and Michael.

‘You ok, babe?’ Drake asks. ‘Nervous?’ he points to her shaky leg.

Amara promptly stops. ‘Sorry. I’m fine. I’m excited to have fun, I promise.’

Maxwell glances at Drake in the rearview mirror, a worried look on his face. Amara notices it right away. She knows it means Max didn’t hear back from Liv. She hates that she feels so nervous about it, and she especially hates that Drake and Max are, once again, worried about her. She sits up and takes a deep breath. She needs to grow a pair of ovaries and stop being this fragile little bitch who is always in danger of having an anxiety attack. 

She needs to enjoy life, dammit. It will be hard enough to sneak around and investigate while on the tour, the least she can do is enjoy her five days of freedom, and make the most of Michael’s presence.

Breathe in, breathe out. 

Maxwell parks in downtown Ramsford. ‘Alright guys, I’m designated driver tonight, you bitches go crazy, I’m there for you!’

Amara smiles broadly. ‘Max, I can bet you that we’ll end up taking Ubers back. No way you’re not getting lit.’

Maxwell laughs. ‘You may be right. This is a 24-hour parking lot, detective. Either way, we’re good. Let’s go!’

They get out of the car, and Amara walks with Drake, her hand still in his. Zeno’s is a cool bar, not too hip but definitely nice, with an outdoors section full of greenery. As they walk in, Amara finds herself relaxing. This is definitely normal, with young couples all around, and too many people for them to get noticed. Maxwell picked the perfect spot.

‘First round on me,’ Drake announces ‘Everybody tell me what you want!’

Hana requests a margarita, and everyone follows suit, except Michael who wants a lager. 

Drake smiles. ‘Babe, help me carry?’

They make their way to the bar, their bodies close to each other. Amara holds Drake’s belt loop so they don’t get separated by the crowd. This place is really happening.

They plant themselves in front of the bar, and Drake orders for everyone, and opens a tab. Amara nuzzles in Drake’s arms, taking advantage of the crowd pushing them together. She buries her head in his chest.

Drake chuckles. ‘You’re not afraid of being seen?’

Amara smiles, ‘Not really. Too crowded. Plus, it’s not my fault if people are forcing us to get close.’

‘Good excuse,’ he whispers in her ear as he squeezes her shoulder.

‘You look hot tonight,’ she murmurs. ‘I love you in black.’

‘And I love you, period,’ he says softly.

‘You guys are sickening.’

Amara whips around instantly. ‘You came!’ she exclaims.

Liv rolls her eyes and adjusts her top. ‘Of course I came. Walker threatened me via text.’

‘I did not,’ he protests. ‘I tried to convince you, that’s all.’

Liv snorts and orders two double vodkas. She pauses and says, ‘It’s not all for me. Rashad’s here with me.’

Amara smiles. ‘I’m glad.’ She hesitates, then throws her arms around Olivia and pulls her into a hug.

‘What the hell are you doing, Suarez?’ Liv asks disgustedly.

‘Hugging you. Lean into it,’ she replies.

Liv rolls her eyes again and slowly hugs Amara back. ‘Fine. That’s your one hug. You used it up.’ She pauses. ‘And never fucking blindside me again like you did yesterday. You made me be your friend, now you have to act like one.’

Amara lets go of her and grabs a couple of glasses from the bar. ‘Agreed. I fucked up, I’m really sorry. Now, can we please get drunk together and show my brother how shit gets done in Cordonia?’

*****

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Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 14 - Candy Page 27

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Alright, back from a brief excursion.  I really, REALLY wanna fucking finish this.  I want to see ROXY UNZOMBIFIED goddamnit, or at least get a REASON for her zombification, even if it’s just some Dirk-like villain who just cliffhangers himself away like a fucking asshole.

Also, comment on John’s whole rant... I guess John DID kind of want to be important.  Or... well, not “important” per se, but rather at least impactful in his friends’ lives.  It feels like they’re all walking dead through their own unsolved problems, trying to put on a pretty face, and nothing he tries to do matters, even attempted kidnapping.  He feels as useless as Dirk THINKS he is, but he never really was.  Gosh, I wish he’d pulled off that absurd kidnapping.  Freeing people from this sort of thing is supposed to kind of be his jam?

Okay, reading the new page.

FUCK.  TEN YEARS???????

Pff, John’s kid and sorta!Vriska.  Yeah I can buy that.

Also I love how they type out “Harry Anderson” every single time as his full first goddamn name.

--God damnit, how is Gamzee still fucking things up ten years later?  Hasn’t someone considered killing him?

Karkat and Meenah, also unsurprising.  Too bad Dave has to die unsatisfied.  >:(

Hm... this sorta!Vriska also has a weird Capitalization Quirk for Important Words, huh?  --Oh right, Kanaya raised her.  That might do it.

Hm, eyepatch?

Alright, the world’s falling into chaos.  Did the world HAVE to fucking fall into chaos in BOTH TIMELINES where these supposedly-went-through-a-successful-journey heroes managed to eek out victory despite opposing reality’s greatest tyrant?  Pfuh.

--and right.  Alt!Callie reinforces the idea that even though this possibility “wasn’t canon” -- which... means Meat is?? D: -- that the lives within still matter when looked at within their own bubble.

JADE: while abstracted heavily, and fully freed from all forces of narrative gravity, these events still represent possibilities that slept within the hearts of all who reside here.

Mhmm, part of an extension of themselves, their uniqueness, their hopes and dreams and... whatever WHOEVER did to fuck Roxy over.  Jesus DICK what’s happened to her I need to know you’d better fix this.

And somewhere within that mess, John Egbert is the best man at Jade and Dave’s wedding. He lasts nearly two hours before he gets a ruinous case of the sniffles.

Maybe they worked it out into ALMOST full mutual love?  Even if Dave’s 70% gayness goes totally unsatisfied?  I mean, I can hope, right?  :(

Dammit, Jade, couldn’t you have done this properly?  :C

and everyone knows that John has lost his family to Jane Crocker.

What the shit?!???

What drove Roxy away was him being depressed and just an all-around huge wet blanket who was impossible to live with. John is totally ready to own the fact that he was a bad husband, but maybe not the fact that he was a bad enough husband to drive his wife to passively support a brewing genocidal dictatorship. She looks happier, though, whenever he’s caught sight of her behind Jane—Calliope faithfully at her side—in any of the propaganda broadcasts that Jane passes off as business press conferences. By the time Roxy finally cut things off between them, he hadn’t personally seen her smile in years.

WHAT.  THE.  SHIT.

WHY DID ROXY DO ALL THIS THEN.  WHY DID SHE OF ALL PEOPLE, ONE OF THE MOST FORCEFUL AND SMART AND COOL--- GUHHH SHE JUST VOIDED HER WILL JUST OUT OF OBLIGATION TO JOHN OR SOMETHING?????????? WHAT THE FUCK WHYYYYYYY

Characters choke.  Characters make bad decisions.  That’s fair.  Andrew’s said that before.  But John was VISIBLY RECOGNIZING HOW OUT OF CHARACTER ROXY WAS ACTING.  WHYYYYYYYYY DID IT HAPPEN, WHY SUDDENLY DECADES OF MISHANDLED RELATIONSHIP WITH ABSOLUTELY NOBODY POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS WHAT THE FUCK.  AND ROXY WAS THE ONE WHO STARTED IT AND PUSHED INTO JOHN UNTIL HE ACCEPTED.  WHY.

WHY.

Read.  Calm down.  Read.  There had better be.  A FUCKING.  ANSWER.

Hi military rebellion leader Karkat.

KARKAT: OH MY GOD JOHN, STOP BEING SO FUCKING PATHETIC FOR JUST A MINUTE. COULD YOU DO THAT FOR ME? JOHN: i don’t know. that’s a pretty big favor you’re asking me there, karkat.

heheh

JOHN: i dunno. it doesn’t seem responsible, really... to dedicate my life to something so important when i’m in a place where i can’t even find the energy to think that getting out of bed in the morning is “important.”

Depression stuff, yeah.

John really needs a psychologist who isn’t just Rose.

pff, yifftrain.

That’s how the years pass. Faster and faster the longer it goes. 

What.  The.  Fuck.

We’re not going to get any answers are we.  Roxy just acted out of character for no reason, didn’t she.  This is-- no, Andrew’s too GOOD at this for that to-- I mean--  is there a big answer he’s just not telling us-- FUCK!!!!  D:

AAAAAAAA

This sucks.  This sucks this sucks this SUCKS.  But I’ll keep reading.  I have to know.  If I’m ever going to be able to stand, like, i dunno... homestuck rp i guess? i should probably keep reading.  and hope i recover.  eventually.

But that’s only part of it. Above this Earth, the dead cherub is still meditating, waiting for the day when she can have her own heroic apotheosis. Waiting for the day when she can confront the one she calls the Prince. And on this Earth, John is just waiting for the day that feeling finally stops. That feeling that he’s still waiting for something, and the even worse feeling that years ago, he missed his only chance to put an end to it. If you stand on a very high hill at dawn, you can watch your shadow move in an arc around you.

Yeah, reinforcing that John would be happier in the timeline where he did something and -- at least temporarily, since there’s hope of future revival -- “died” because of it, even if he wasn’t clear on why what he was trying to do even really mattered in the whole scheme of things.

...which is pretty weird when you consider the ending of Homestuck didn’t try to express that messa-- no, wait.  I guess it did?

Yes, everyone went to the post-victory planet to live out indefinite lives, but there WAS still the stage play.  Proving that John, at least, WOULD eventually step outside the happy ending to instead risk his life doing something important.  They earned both possibilities, really, to choose from at their will.

...Aren’t there another dozen pages or so left in this Candy segment, though??  Are we gonna follow their kids or something?

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...Okay so stuff still needs to happen here, plotways.  Good.  I think.

A flash above the clouds catches John’s attention: another ghost, falling down from wherever it is they come from. John follows after the light with an exhausted sigh. The novelty of dead trolls falling from the sky has really worn off over the years. But he might as well go warn the new arrival that they’ve landed in the middle of an imminent warzone. He sets down at the edge of the crater and peers through the smoke.

He recognizes the ghost immediately, because he sees a younger version of her almost every day.

JOHN: vriska?

Vriska’s face snaps up, eyes blazing. Eyes. Actual eyes, with expression, color, pupils, and everything.

JOHN: wait. you’re... JOHN: alive??

PFFFFFFhahahahah!

That’s pretty hilarious.  Vriska fell into the singularity and popped out here.

...Yeah, you can’t stand having missed the most “important” bit, can you.  Too bad.  You didn’t have the spotlight in the end.

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JADE: it is the one i have been waiting for all these years. JADE: we have run along parallel lines for what may as well be eternity, but my gravitational well has finally ensnared him. JADE: and now he is due to fall into this world.

Uhh, who?  Davebot or something, from the postscript?  Couldn’t be Gamzee, unless it’s, like... a different Gamzee.

“Chaos war”?  That’s a dramatic title.

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Hmm, reading reading...

Will Dad’s passing knock any sense into you?  Probably not.

...yeah, it wasn’t going to be that easy, was it?

Of course.  Of course Dad died saving the President.

Although, she’s going to assign fault to Karkat and then want to start a full bloody war over it, so, the opposite of having sense knocked into her then.

JANE: UGH! JANE: That... that fool!! JANE: I can’t believe that he would do this! JANE: How could he do this to me!?! JAKE: Janey... JANE: The human president could be anyone! JANE: My dad can’t be anyone but him!

Jane, you’ve become a real asshole.  :(

...Fuck you Gamzee.

GAMZEE: hEy. GAMZEE: Do YoU tHiNk ThAt MiGhT bE a BiT mOtHeRfUcKinG xEnOpHoBiC?

PFFFFHAHAHAHAHAAHAHhhh oh my GOD :’D

JANE: What? You think appealing to me with your disgusting little addiction is going to sway me?

Oh Jesus Christ that’s horrifying.  THAT’s what’s been going on.  I don’t want to visualize it, dear lord.

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Hahahah, catching Vriska up.  She’s practically curling up in a ball like Squidward in future shock.

PFFF PUTTING PARENS AROUND HER NAME SHE CAN’T STAND BEING IRRELEVANTIZED LIKE THAT

JOHN: i was supposed to go fight lord english, but i didn’t. so now we’ve gone beyond, like, the event horizon of canon. (VRISKA): What the fuck does that even MEAN????????

Wait, shouldn’t YOU know exactly what that means, Vriska?  Like, better than most people at least?

JOHN: all i know is that all of this is my fault.

:(

JOHN: it’s been turning around in my head like this for a while. i thought... JOHN: why does everything here fucking SUCK so much? JOHN: how the hell did we even make it from point A to point festering clusterfuck? JOHN: it doesn’t follow any kind of logic i understand, or any sort of basic sense i have about who we are as people... JOHN: and why? why have we all ended up so unhappy and... twisted up?

Yeah, a BUNCH of people have acted really goddamn out of character and it’s unclear why.

JOHN: i got everything i wanted. everyone got what they— JOHN: what i thought they wanted. JOHN: and that’s just it, isn’t it? JOHN: the more i think about it, i’m the only factor that matters to anything.

--What?!?  No!!!  You could SEE that this wasn’t what you thought they wanted right from the get-go.  It couldn’t have been YOUR imagination that this realm of alternative possibility was drawn from, could it?  D:

JOHN: whatever i did, or didn’t do, just... destroyed reality’s ability to, like, substantiate itself, or whatever. JOHN: like there’s a bug in the operating system of whatever force in this world that regulates cause and effect. JOHN: everything’s been unraveling. nothing that happens makes sense anymore. JOHN: and now i’m the only person out here who’s even real at all! JOHN: hahahaha.

That’s certainly an idea at least, that people started acting out of character as we went further from “canon”.  In fact, it’s kind of a slam at fanfics, maybe?  Acknowledging that they distort the characters by understanding them in different ways, sometimes, and.. hm.

(VRISKA): Hahahahahahahaha... Wow, I’ve never seen a guy get his 8ulge all the way down his own swallow chute 8efore! JOHN: wait, what? (VRISKA): Good fuck. Do you actually think reality gives that much of a shit a8out you? (VRISKA): Get real, Eg8ert. (VRISKA): It’s not like you’re me. JOHN: ok, well. JOHN: that’s fair i guess.

Heheheh.  ...Yeah, Vriska might pep talk him out of this self-deprecating theory of his.  Besides, I mean... is that the ONLY cause for this whole fucking situation?  That Roxy’s will got eroded to nothing arbitrarily either at random in a glitching non-canon timeline or because John kind of maybe thought something was going to happen and reality decided to run with it??

...heheh, “batterpanzers”.

I’m pretty sure caring what “c8non” is supposed to be is EXACTLY the thing you’re freaking out about, Vriska, whether you realize it or not.

Oooh, Gamzee.  Do we get to see Vriska kill him?

Yeaaah... redemption ain’t for THIS sp8der.  The ghost version of Vriska got the closest thing to redemption she’ll ever get; THIS version never learned any damn lessons and is not going to accept that she ever NEEDS to.  Also, you said her name in relevance-reducing parentheses.  Bad move.

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Yaaaay here’s the bunch of indigo blood we were promised!! :D

Where’s the nudity though? Maybe that’s coming.

He yowls as if he had actual testicles to be mauled, and for all anyone knows, maybe he really does.

It’s reassuring to see that while Andrew is more than willing to give us WAY too much genital detail in some cases throughout this epilogue, he still knows how to deftly exploit the parts of anatomy that still AREN’T explicitly characterized and remain intentionally vague for their impactful resulting humor.  :)

She lunges at Gamzee’s catastrophic face lips-first, and practically dives into his mouth, ramming her tongue into his

NOOO FUCK HE WAS ABOUT TO DIE AAAAAA D’:

FUCK  :(

Okay, back on to anything but this.

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Oh shit, double Vriska.  This might be bad.

...Phew.  Nice save, John.

JOHN: ha ha. yeah, right. because this is real life, right? JOHN: i guess reading narrative relevance into a bunch of dumb and totally random events is kind of lame and childish. ROSE: No, that isn’t what I meant at all. ROSE: By all means, apply a narrative to our lives. Up until a certain point, it would have been perfectly accurate to do so. ROSE: But not anymore. JOHN: because... it’s not canon, right? ROSE: Do you remember what I told you years ago? About the three pillars of canon?

Wuh-oh.

ROSE: As I explained to you on that morning sixteen years ago, there are three critical features of canon: essentiality, relevance, and truth. JOHN: yeah. ROSE: We have been untethered from the mooring of “truth” for some time now. ROSE: So while we, in our subjective experiences of conscious perception, feel in this moment that we have known each other for a very long time, technically it’s not true at all.

...Okay.  Okay.

So.  Were, like.

Roxy and Calliope affected by the, like... “untruth wave” of his choice not to go the hardest, because he made it in their vicinity?  And that turned Roxy into a hypnozombie with minimal apparent free will? :C

...Oh wow.  She’s thanking John that she got a chance to be happy in this side timeline, even if so many other people suffered.  Because of the fucking hell Dirk was about to unleash on her in the Meat timeline.  Fuck.

ROSE: In the silly wizard story I wrote when I was a child, ROSE: The realm most comparable to heaven existed in a state of subliminal conditionality, dependent on the inscience of the individual experiencing it. ROSE: Which is to say that it would cease to exist the moment you realized what it was. ROSE: And so, those with knowledge could never truly be happy.

Oh wow, huh.  Yeah, knowing you’re just in a fanfic kind of screws your appreciation for life around you, huh.  So John got fucked over a bit by his metatextual awareness.  :(

And... Rose was, like, cut off by his choice from her own metatextual awakening, maybe?  Hence her ability to appreciate a life somewhere disconnected from anything “canon”?

ROSE: But that isn’t me anymore. ROSE: I am blind against the veil of this world. ROSE: It’s all ambrosia to me. ROSE: I don’t care if it’s not true. I care even less if it’s not canon. ROSE: I have a beautiful wife who I love more than I thought possible, and a daughter who I am immeasurably proud of. ROSE: It can all be senseless, ephemeral noise that dissolves in the void. A whisper swept up by the wind before it’s uttered. ROSE: I’m still grateful to have felt this way.

:’)

Alright, this might be a pretty good way of accepting their potential happiness in different timelines as a potential substitute for Dirk’s mess.  I’m not sure HOW well I’ll be able to internalize it to stop the stomach cramps, but we’ll see.

We still have a little bit more left, though.  Next post.

[icyhotexplosionwritings]

Gitchie Gitchie Goo means that I love you

Author’s note: Stumbled upon ‘Phineas and Ferb’ a few days ago again and since then I just wanted to embarrass Bakugou with this song, because... I want to, pff~. Just something really funny and light-hearted. 

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing (bc Bakugou)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: The girl’s of 1-A wanted to celebrate the ending of the first school year and thus here they were - singing Disney songs and embarrassing each other.

“How the hell did all of this happen?”, was the thing you thought when you were almost choking from laughing, because this scene really was just too ridiculous. Right now, Kirishima was roaring the lyrics to “I’ll make a man out of you”, while almost everyone of class 1-A was laughing, some even crying from laughing and some were singing – more like half screaming – with him, because this was just so hilarious. He did sing it very confidently and convincing, though.

You boyfriend had to hold you on his lap, because otherwise you would have kissed the ground from the laughter that shook your body like an earthquake. Bakugou held you around your waist, while even he had to suppress a laughter, but he tried to keep it inside, after all, this was really stupid.

Somehow all of Class 1-A ended up together, it was the last weekend before the first year of school ended and the girls wanted to celebrate the ending of a wonderful, yet sometimes horrifying first year, with many ups and downs, but in the end, everyone was safe, so “Of course, we have to celebrate that everything came to a good end!” were Mina’s words and thus you were here, a room full of teenagers and soon to be heroes singing Disney songs.

Finally coming down from your high again, you leaned against Bakugou’s toned body, stealing a soft peck from his chin as well as gently playing with the hair in his neck, before wiping away the tears that welled up in your eyes, catching your breath. “What a shitty way to celebrate, are we 6 or what?” you heard Katsuki mutter under his breath, however you could feel your Tsundere of a boyfriend chuckling, it made his torso vibrate a little. “Aw~ Baby, come on, this is hilarious”, is all you whispered before nuzzling into his neck for a few seconds while he only grunted.

When Kirishima ended his song and went back to the circle you had created with the other students, he spun the bottle of children’s champagne again and it landed on Todoroki’s significant other, making them jump a little, Kirishima’s smirk grew when he dared them to “describe your boyfriend with a Disney song”. Of course, Disney, it was the theme after all.

Yeah, it was a weird way of playing truth or dare, without the truth and a breeze of Karaoke, but you loved every second of it. It all started with Midoriya’s partner singing “Zero to Hero” and him almost fainting out of embarrassment and then everyone just wanted to embarrass each other the best they could.

The crowd of teenagers screamed again when they started singing “Let it go” from Frozen and while you had another laughing fit you desperately held on to your boyfriend to not fall from his lap on the ground, Bakugou only rolling his eyes trying to hold your squirming self in place. “It’s not even that fucking funny, (Y/N)! Are you like four or something?” he snarled to which you only said “Katsuki~, this is the funny part, we are teenagers singing Disney songs, come on, Babe~”. Giggling you looked into his crimson eyes, one eyebrow raised; he would probably explode someone or something if they would dare him to sing something from a Disney show or movie. “What-fucking-ever”, rolling his eyes again he looked away with a hint of a blush, looking into your sparkling (e/c) orbs made his heart flutter, even after months of dating, damn you and your beauty.

Giggling you shifted to look at Todoroki and his partner, who finished embarrassing their boyfriend, oh damn…you wanted to embarrass your boyfriend too, just to tease him with a mushy, cringy song, just for the heck of it.

A few rounds passed by, all filled with laughter and memories of your childhood, because Disney movies and Disney Channel were something you would always watch, so 9 out of 10 times, you would recognize the songs sung stupidly by your friends. The latest big laugh was Kaminari, getting dared to sing Hannah Montana Theme Song and by now, even Bakugou was laughing, he squeezed your waist to hold you in place again, as well as trying his hardest not to just burst out laughing from the way Kaminari sang the song, everyone was roaring, and a few were singing along with the stupidest singing voice they could produce.

You held onto your boyfriend’s thighs, since he was also shaking a little from trying not to laugh, but you two stayed in place and catching your breath Kaminari sat down again, the bottle spinning and for the first time this evening, landing on you.

Still a little out of breath he dared you, with the biggest smirk, to sing the mushiest, cringiest Disney Song you knew, for your dearest boyfriend Bakugou, and oh~ you would deliver. Sliding from his lap, you stepped out of the circle to the laptop, searching on YouTube. At first, you thought of a High School Musical Song, but then, due to all the Disney Songs prior, there was this song in the recommendation list that caught your eyes immediately. Grinning like an idiot you thought, “Yep…That will definitely embarrass Katsuki to the bones, pff~”, so you clicked it.

The music began, some looked confused, but Kirishima and Kaminari were the first to press their hands to their lips to not just burst out laughing and then you began to sing: “Bow-chika-bow-wow; that’s what my Baby says”, pointing to Katsuki while continuing singing. You saw how his rather peaceful face made a turnaround, the usual scowl visible, gritted teeth and such a cute shade of red on his face and neck. He screamed your name, utterly embarrassed when you sang “Gitchie Gitchie Goo means that I love you~!”.

Barely holding the laughter you tried your best to sing, even singing “he” instead of “she” and by now your friends and classmates lost it too, some rolling around, others holding onto each other to not fall down laughing and you had your fun, “dancing” to the song, singing it, crying out “I wish he’d give it to me straight~” because…you could, and your Katsuki was a Tsundere and it fitted the song.

When you reached the refrain Bakugou was fuming, out of embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t really tell, probably both, but you enjoyed it, just being dumb for once and not the straight A student you drilled yourself to be.

You knew he probably would explode soon, so you enjoyed everything to the last second, but when you hit the “He says I ‘Gitchie Gitchie Goo you too’” it was over with Bakugou, he set off small explosions from his hands while jumping up, stomping through the laughing circle and before you could finish your song, he shouted a “Stop fucking singing, you shitty idiot!”. You couldn’t even progress this fast, when he threw you over his shoulder and storming out of the room, slam shutting the door to leave the ‘half dying out of laughter’-Teenagers behind.

Your own laughter finally erupted from you throat while gently rubbing soothing circles on his lower back, so he would not explode anymore, his hands gripped your thighs and ass – you could feel the warmth and sweat of his hands on your bare thighs. “Hahaha~, Baby please, won’t you let me go~?”, you chirped, but he only cursed under his breath, telling you how fucking cringy you are and how he can’t believe he’s stuck with such a shitty dumbass like you, which made you laugh even more. “But Katsuki~ I Gitchie Gitchie Goo you~”

When you said those words he let go, so you would slide off his shoulders, pining you against the nearest wall – Typical Kabe-don. His crimson eyes pierced into yours, but you didn’t back down, only flashing him a toothy grin. He started to growl again with how you wanted to mock him, however he couldn’t finish his sentence when you grabbed him by the collar and smashing your lips together into a passionate, angry kiss. You quickly dominated the kiss, tongues fighting, his hands sliding from the wall to grab you by your ass, to which you respond by digging one set of nails into his lower back and the other into his broad shoulder – a small gasp and whine escaping your boyfriend’s lips.

After what felt like an eternity of you two standing in the hallway, pressed against a wall, you broke the kiss, biting just harsh enough on his bottom lip to make him wince a little, though not making him bleed. Licking your lips, you leaned forward, when he panted a little and tried so hard to sound rough when growling an “I hate you fucking idiot!” to which you only responded with a purr, “I know, I love you too, Bakatsuki~!”  

[easytofiind]

STARRRR

tw: long post

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? - Rosie, I think. It takes a lot for Aidan to raise his voice and get real heated. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? umm neither of them its a ride or die how dare you. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? fUck, either of them Who trashes the house? …Rosie Do either of them get physical? Not with each other, no. Good lord. How often do they argue/disagree? They have small disagreements (especially when Rosie is doing something DANGEROUS), but overall they trust each other and it’s not super frequent. Who is the first to apologise? No apologies ever. 

Sex:

Who is on top? ??? they switch it up ??Who is on the bottom? ?? this question confuses me.Who has the strangest desires? Rosie. She wanted to have sex on top of money and jewelry. Any kinks? Does having sex on money count as a kink? lolWho’s dominant in bed? Uhhh …look don’t shame, but, Rosie tbh. Is head ever in the equation? what. yes, it’s a thing. If so, who is better at performing it? they’re both great. good job, guys.Ever had sex in public? eh Aidan is private so no.Who moans the most? Rosie Who leaves the most marks? Aidan Who screams the loudest? Rosie Who is the more experienced of the two? I  d k Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? fuck Rough or soft? depends How long do they usually last? depends! sometimes its only time enough for a quickie. Is protection used? yes of course Does it ever get boring? noWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex? pff ontop of a roof somewhere idk

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? EhWho is the little spoon? Rosie, but Aidan will be if he’s too tired Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Pffff RosieWho struggles to keep their hands to themself?  Both lmao How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? is it really uncomfortable if it’s that someone is horny lol. Who gives the most kisses? i feel like neither of them is overly affectionate?? What is their favourite non-sexual activity? MURDER (lol jk, its stealing)Where is their favourite place to cuddle? a big bedWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? lol How often do they get time to themselves? as much as they can tbh 

Sleeping:

Who snores? Aidan maybe cuz he smokes??If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Sleep together when they canIf they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Depends on the moodWho talks in their sleep? Aidan What do they wear to bed? I could see Rosie always putting on fancy night gowns/lacy or silk things and Aidan just wearing shorts Are either of your muses insomniacs? uhh i dunno Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? noDo they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? snuggles Who wakes up with bed hair? Rosie Who wakes up first? Aidan Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? ppf neither What is their favourite sleeping position? Sprawled out together Who hogs the sheets? Aidan b/c he’s an asshole Do they set an alarm each night? NoCan a television be found in their bedroom? Not at Aidan’s Who has nightmares? BothWho has ridiculous dreams? Both Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? BothWho makes the bed?  Neither What time is bed time?  IDK they are adults Any routines/rituals before bed? Teeth brushing Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? lol Rosie 

Work:

Who is the busiest? Aidan Who rakes in the highest income? Both, bitchAre any of your muses unemployed? No??Who takes the most sick days? lol doesn’t applyWho is more likely to turn up late to work? this is hilarious i can’t answer themWho sucks up to their boss?What are their jobs?Who stresses the most?Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?Are your muses financially stable?

Home:

Who does the washing? The HelpWho takes out the trash? The Help Who does the ironing? The laundromat Who does the cooking? They go out to eat more than anything Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? fofffdkfljsfl idk Who is messier? Rosie Who leaves the toilet roll empty? UHHH Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Both, Aidan is lazy too ya’ll Who forgets to flush the toilet? neither??? Who is the prankster around the house? Rosie Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? idkWho mows the lawn? Someone else Who answers the telephone? Who has a telephone Who does the vacuuming? the HelpWho does the groceries? Literally anyone idk Who takes the longest to shower?  Aidan. He likes showers. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Close tie because of Aidan’s long showers. 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? NoHow many cars do they own? A few Do they own their home or do they rent? Owned Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Neither Do they live in the city or in the country? CityDo they enjoy their surroundings? YeahWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Probably just do crime shitWhere did they first meet? At Aidan’s bar (i think)How did they first meet? uh they met and talked lolWho spends the most money when out shopping? RosieWho’s more likely to flash their assets? Rooosie Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? I don’t understand this oneAny mental issues? I have no idea.Who’s terrified of bugs? Me.Who kills the spiders around the house? Not Aidan.Their favourite place? A Bed or a Fancy Party Who pays the bills? Aidan, but also Rosie? It’s complicated. what are bills.Do they have any fears for their future? NahWho’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? AidanWho uses up all of the hot water? fff they both doWho’s the tallest? Aidan Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Rosie lol we stanWho wanders around in their underwear? ROSIEWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Rosie.What do they tease each other about? Aidan teases her about her sticky fingers, Rosie teases him about his grandpa clothing (lmao) Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Pff Both. Aidan dresses like hes 70 sometimes i swear Do they have mutual friends? YeahWho crushed first? Lol what’s a crush. they are adults. Any alcohol or substance related problems? We all love booze.Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Both, together.Who swears the most? Lol both