#and I’m very glad they didn’t end up together obviously but it’s fun to see those aspects play off each other

[itspileofgoodthings]

I watched No Hard Feelings last night (skipped liberally) and there’s a story I loved underneath it all.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hello Love, I was wondering if you would write one Dark! Yandere!Mafia! Bucky and Klaus x chubby reader, where they meet her at the park while she was having a stroll and a random group of boys start disturbing her, Klaus gets furious and bucky is already on the move, they save her and from then on they become friends according to the reader's perspective but to them she is already their Princess. They keep an eye on her, put security around her apartment as well as her work space and any man who even dares to look at her gets to face their wrath. One day they decide that they have had enough and kidnap her, obviously she is terrified but seeing them she is heart broken how can they do this to her but they don't think this to be an offense and begin courting her. Eventually she falls for them and you can continue Idk..... They tell her stories about the evil that lurk in the shadows just so they could keep her close making her feel safe in the hands of the Devils . Can you also write about how she is the one who kills Mikael when he attacks Klaus since Bucky was absent and she cannot bear someone hurting her Nikky. When Bucky returns he finds out about the whole event and is so proud of his Doll but it was her first murder and now she is so full of guilt and Klaus is doing a terrible job of comforting her so he takes the matter into his own hands...... Idk can I request a fluffy ending at the last. Sorry the request is too long. It would be great if you could write this one shot....... ( This is my first request)

(P.S. - My hands are shaking writing this up, I am super nervous)

I love you very much and your writings just make my day , if you don't feel comfortable you don't need to write it up.

Bye Love.

A Strange Kind of Love -Yan!Mafia!Bucky B./Klaus M.

It’s actually a very interesting idea and I like it a lot. I assumed you wanted a human AU. I went against my instinct on this one since you didn’t ask for a Daddy Kink so it does not contain DD/LG content

Also, you never need to be nervous to make a request, I don’t judge anyone for the things they want to read. I’m sure you can tell from the things I write (that range from strange to truly fucked up) that I understand wanting to read specific things or kinks or relationships and honestly (especially after writing this) I want to do more KlausxOCxBucky cause they’re so cute together with their Princess (so if you have more ideas make your requests). Never worry about your requests cause trust me, everyone on this app has thought about (and read) weirder in every way🤣

Thank you for the compliments btw, I’m so glad you love my stories so much. I never in a million years would have thought people would like them so much but it makes me so unbelievably happy🥰

Warning: Smut! Threesome, Breeding Kink, Kidnapping, Mentions of abuse, Mikael being a Dick

Bucky and Klaus hadn’t meant to be in the park that day at all. They had just gotten done taking care of a group of idiots who thought they could come into the Mikaelson’s city and do whatever they wanted. To their credit, Bucky had given them a warning, they just chose not to listen and Klaus had run out of patience, deciding that setting their house on fire sounded like fun. On the way out the cops were between them and their car so they had their man pull around the park and they would meet them.

On their way through the park to the car, they came across a scene that angered the both of them. A women, holding her bag tightly and trying to move away while 3 men were seemingly playing some kind of game with her as they grabbed at her clothes.

‘Come on babe, we just wanna play with you!’

‘Yeah, don’t run away, you have time for a game!’ One of the men pulled her shirt hard and ripped two of the bottom buttons apart making her scream, kicking him in the knee as hard as she could. The idiot collapsed with a yelp much like that of an angry chihuahua before glaring up at her.

‘Don’t touch me!’

‘Oh, you’re gonna get it for that one girlie!’ The other one grabbed her arm but was cut off, hearing the sound of Bucky clearing his throat.

‘That’s no way to treat a lady.’ Klaus stated, fingers around the handle of the blade he keeps tucked into his pants as the asshole released her and began backing away, clearly recognizing them.

‘My friend is right. Run along now and hope this young lady doesn’t want revenge for this later.’ Bucky spoke, helping her up from where she had fallen before the men ran away. ‘Are you alright?’ She nodded, holding the bottom of her shirt closed as Klaus came back, having run after the idiots a ways to scare them into not coming back, Bucky knew that Klaus loved to tease idiots like that in hopes they would fuck up and he could kill them. ‘I’m James but everyone just calls me Bucky, this here is my brother for all intents and purposes, Klaus. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kitten.’ Both men enjoyed the blush on her cheeks at the nickname, taken aback by how cute this girl was.

‘I’m Y/n, thank you for your help. I’m really grateful…oh fuck! I’m so late for work, I have to go!’ She turned to go when Klaus caught her arm making her flinch.

‘Sorry, no need to be afraid. I had just hoped we could have your number. We’d like to make sure you’re still alright later.’

As Y/n looked up at Bucky and Klaus she couldn’t help but feel safe. She didn’t know why but they were comforting and so she nodded, taking Klaus’ phone and doing just that for him.

Bucky and Klaus, upon getting to their car, began talking about the sweet girl they had met and realized they both felt a pull to her, one that was strong and desperate. It wasn’t often that Bucky and Klaus genuinely liked a women in any way other than wanting her in their bed, let alone the same women but they had shared before and they knew that Y/n was worth it.

They never thought it would become what it had, them falling in love with the perfect women, but here they are, head over heels a month after meeting and taking her out to dinner for the 4th time that week.

Neither of them could go very long without seeing their girl, both Bucky and Klaus knowing they have obsessive personalities but they also knew they would never hurt Y/n, they were in love with her.

Of course she was naive enough to think they were just her friends, never expecting both of them to want to be with her so it never crossed her mind that these were dates they were going on. The men saw no issue with Y/n in any way, she was their beautiful Babygirl. She was sweet and innocent, the most loving girl they had ever met and far more than they deserve (though they would never admit that they both knew that out loud), they never even considered that she didn’t ‘look the part’ of a women that they would normally date. She was a little on the chubby side but they loved everything about her, Bucky loving to feel her weight on top of him when he lays back on the couch, pulling her with him and refusing to even hear her complaints. Every time he ends up trying to hide his erection as he dreams of wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her still while he ruts his cock up into her tight little pussy until she’s crying in ecstasy. Klaus enjoys resting his head on her thick thighs like the comfiest pillow in the world while she plays with his hair, dreaming about the day that she would allow him to be smothered between them. He would eat her pussy like a man dying of thirst and could only imagine the sounds she would make for him.

They didn’t understand why she thought she wasn’t good enough for them but honestly it gave them time to get everything the way they needed it so they would put up with it, until the house is finished.

It was the mugging that pushed them over the edge.

She didn’t call them that morning like she always did, not even at least sending a text to say ‘good morning’ as she always had and so Klaus and Bucky found themselves in their Chevrolet Corvette E Ray (which Klaus had just gotten specifically to take Y/n for a scenic drive/picnic and impress her even if money didn’t really do that) to get to her as fast as they could.

They broke about 45 different traffic laws but the cop that noticed them and began driving after them pulled off quickly, probably having run the plates and realized who it was, not wanting all the paperwork or the lawyers involved just for whatever ticket he was going to write. Upon arriving at her apartment they found out that their girl had walked to the corner store that morning and been robbed, her phone being taken so she couldn’t text them. Bucky kissed her head before leaving the room, getting on his phone and having his men work to track hers and find the asshole who did it while Klaus used his phone to order them breakfast to be delivered, snuggling their Babygirl as close as he could and wiping her tears repeatedly before calling her boss to let him know she wouldn’t be in the next week. Thankfully they had met her boss at a work event they insisted on joining her at and the man wanted more than anything to impress them both.

They spent the day cheering their girl up, even getting her back her phone which had sadly been destroyed by the idiot trying to get into it before staying the night with her, snuggled between them in her bed.

‘This is the way it should be. Our Princess cuddled up between us without a care in the world.’ Klaus noted and Bucky agreed.

‘I called today, they’re working shifts round the clock now. The cabin will be finished in 2 days, Steve and Elijah are having everything moved in right now. Just 2 more days and our Kitten will be ours, brother.’ The men couldn’t hide the smiles on their faces, knowing they were going to keep their Babygirl safe where nothing could ever hurt her again.

Waking up was disorienting, the drugs clearly still being in her blood stream but she pushed through the feeling, sitting up to find herself in a huge bed that was probably the comfiest thing she had ever laid on. As she looked around, her head spinning with dizziness, the bedroom door opened and her head snapped up to see Klaus walk in.

‘Klaus! Thank God! I thought I was alone!’ She moved to the edge of the bed, Klaus catching her before she could collapse. ‘Where’s Bucky? Is he okay?!’

It was obvious that she didn’t immediately think that they had brought her here, she thought they had all been brought here together. ‘He’s downstairs making you some tea.’

‘Making tea? Why would…no…Klaus no…w-why?’ She whimpered, tears rising in her eyes but as Klaus moved to wipe them away she smacked his hand from her face, stumbling back as her legs gave out but not letting him help her.

‘Princess, please? Just let me-‘

‘Don’t Touch Me! Don’t You Ever Touch Me Again!’ She screamed, turning and using the bed to help her stand, turning to the door Klaus had just come through before he cut off her exit. ‘Why are you doing this? I want to go home Klaus, I’m scared and I want to go home.’

Klaus felt his chest tighten, hating to see tears on his Princess’ face. ‘You are home baby, it’s okay. We brought you here to keep you safe. No more mugging, no more shitty bosses or backstabbing friends, just us…you, me and Bucky. Doesn’t that sound nice?’

‘You kidnapped me…and now you want me to tell you that it sounds great here? Fuck you!’ She hissed, sitting back onto the bed before the door opened again and Bucky stepped in with a tray.

‘Good morning-Now I know you’re feeling a tad angry, but we did this to protect you.’

‘You pretentious asshole! You-‘

‘Enough!’ Bucky exclaimed, clearly done with her attitude making her flinch away and Klaus moved to her side, taking her hand in his and pressing it to his lips.

‘We will never harm you Baby, not ever. Please don’t flinch like that? You know we would never let you get hurt.’ Klaus’ eyes were big and needy, hating the idea that the girl he is desperately in love with would be afraid of him.

‘You Kidnapped Me! You were my friends! How could you guys-‘

‘We were never your friends, Doll.’

‘Bucky!’ Klaus snapped but he was ignored, Bucky’s metal fingers trailing down the side of her face.

‘We have been in love with you since the moment we met and there’s no way you don’t know that Kitten.’

‘You’re insane! Men like you don’t go for girls like me, let alone 2 of you! I’m not stupid…at least not completely considering I believed you cared about me to begin with.’

‘Okay, now you’re just being dramatic-‘

‘You’ve kidnapped me-‘

‘We Love You!’ He shouted, becoming overwhelmed with your disregard for their feelings. ‘We’ve loved you for months, Doll…this ain’t some casual fling for us, we’ve shared girls for a night before but never more than that. Never something like you…we love you so much Kitten, more than I thought possible.’ Bucky admitted, Y/n staring in shock, unsure of what to say.

‘As well as more than I thought myself capable.’ Klaus spoke up. ‘You know about my father…my family and I…I never thought I would be able to love someone the way people talk about in those cheesy love stories but you did that for me…you broke down walls I’ve been building since I was a child and I…I need you not to hate us. We had to protect you…Please?’ Klaus pleaded, desperate for her loving gaze to be back on him as it’s been since the day they met.

‘Klaus I-I could never hate you…but I don’t know that I can just get over being kidnapped by the people I trusted most in the entire world. You have to understand that, and so do you. I trusted you, the whole time you could have just told me how you felt but you didn’t, you let me think I was disgusting and fucked up for liking the both of you and now I don’t know that I can forgive you. Especially if this is who Bucky really is-‘ she said, turning to look at him. ‘because I loved the sweet man who snuggled with me whenever I was sad but this angry one who shouts at me for being upset at being Kidnapped? I don’t know who he is and I don’t know that I want to if this is the way you are.’ Bucky had the decency to look saddened by her admission but didn’t let it bother him too much as he handed her the cup of tea.

‘We do understand Princess, and there’s some things we need to tell you. No matter what though, you are safe with us.’ Klaus promised, kissing her hand and sat down beside her on the bed along with Bucky where they spent the next 2 hours explaining who they really were. Their lives, childhoods, and jobs they now had as the heads of 2 separate crime families that only joined together thanks to Klaus and Buckys resilient friendship.

Y/n would have been impressed if she wasn’t so horrified…she’s a bit impressed by them, though she refused to forgive them that quickly. They had a lot of making up to do if they wanted to be friends again…or whatever it is they really wanted to be…?

It was nearly a full week later that any kind of development happened in the battle Y/n was fighting against them.

The crash was startling and as much as Y/n wanted to pretend that she didn’t care, she didn’t want Klaus to be hurt and she knew Bucky wasn’t here leading to her standing from the bed and creeping down the stairs quietly. She had just planned to peek into the den to make sure he wasn’t dead before going back upstairs but as she looked in she saw Klaus on the floor with blood dripping from his nose and mouth and a man crouched over top of him with a sinister look in his eyes.

Y/n instantly recognized the man from the family pictures that Klaus had shown her. This was Klaus’ step father, the man that had spent Klaus’ entire life beating him senseless and making him believe he was unworthy of any kind of love and affection.

This was Mikael.

Bucky had spoken about murdering the man only 500 times in their relationship and she knew he wanted the man dead almost as much as Klaus did and she expected one day that he would show up.

What she didn’t expect however, was Klaus to lay there completely frozen, petrified.

Y/n, who had been trying so hard to remain angry at Klaus and Bucky in the last week, felt her heart break at the sight of this strong man who she had depended on time and time again, looking so small and scared. She knew she couldn’t just go back upstairs and do nothing, she hated this man. Hated him for everything he had done to Klaus, everything he had made her friend feel. She knew that Bucky would want to kill Mikael, she knew he would be doing it already if he was only here, but he’s not here…she is.

Y/n crept around to the living room and got to the fire place, retrieving the fire poker as quietly as possible, as well as the duct tape from the junk drawer before approaching the den again.

‘You really thought you could hide from me, didn’t you, boy? You’ve been hiding behind that boyfriend of yours since you met, found yourself a tough son of a bitch to protect you like the weakling you are and always have been. But he’s not here now, is he?’ She quietly crept up behind the man, instantly despising him even more than she already did which she would have thought was completely impossible. ‘Theres no one left to hide behind, who is going to protect you now, hmm?’

‘I am.’ Y/n spoke up, clearly startling him as he spun his head around only for her to swing the fire poker and slash it straight across his face. She swung it again into the back of his head before he could move and he collapsed off of Klaus and onto the floor. She hit him once more before grabbing the duct tape, rolling him onto his back and pulling his hands together to wrap the tape around them far too many times before doing the same with his feet before taping them together as if he was hog tied-just with way too much tape. Y/n turned to look at where Klaus had been laying and he had turned to see where his Step Father laid, eyes wide and completely shocked. She dropped the fire poker and moved to kneel beside him, wrapping her arms around his neck and he instantly sat up, pulling her onto his lap with his arms firmly wrapped around her waist. He was sniffling over and over, clearly trying to control himself and his body as it continued to shake thanks to the adrenaline rushing through it. ‘It’s okay. You’re safe now…you’re safe Klaus.’

Klaus reached his hands up, cupping Y/n’s cheeks and pressing his lips to hers desperately. It felt wonderful to be in Klaus’ arms again, she had missed him. ‘You saved me.’ He spoke against her lips, hands squeezing her waist.

‘‘Of course I did…I couldn’t let him hurt you. I love you…’ she admitted, seeing Klaus’ face light up in happiness before he pressed his lips to hers again, groaning as he felt her hand pulling his shirt over his head prompting Klaus to grab hold of her collar and rip her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere while he yanked it off, followed by her lacy black bra.

‘Gods, you are fucking perfection, you know that?’ One thing Y/n loved about Klaus and Bucky? They never failed to make her feel like the prettiest girl in every room. They never even seemed to notice the fact that she was chubbier than all of the women who stared at them unashamedly even when she’s right there as if she’s such little competition they don’t even have to think about it. They never even glance at other women when she’s there and even now, Y/n feels like the sexiest women in the entire world.

‘Your hands feel so good, never stop touching me, please?’

‘Never! Never stopping Princess, I will touch you for the rest of forever until we take to the grave and we are buried together for eternity! No more running, all ours now…’ he swore, lifting her leg over him from where she had sat on his lap so she now straddled his waist. Klaus pulled her pants down before just ripping them off to avoid moving her again. ‘So fucking perfect baby-‘

‘Please?’ She whined, feeling him move her thong to the side and brush his cock against her clit.

‘No need to beg Princess, don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you just how you need. My good girl deserves to be rewarded for protecting me, doesn’t she?’ Y/n nodded her head rapidly, crying out quite loudly when Klaus pushed his cock up and into her sopping wet cunt, stretching her hole deliciously. ‘So perfect baby! Perfect fucking cunt, oh Shit!’ He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist to pin her chest against him while the other arm rested up her back and his hand held her shoulder giving him the leverage to pull her down against him with every thrust of his hips.

‘Ah! Ah! Right there! Please?!’

‘There?’ Klaus wondered, thrusting his hips particularly hard.

‘Fuck Yes!’ Y/n shrieked, nails digging into his back again and most definitely drawing blood.

What neither of them heard in their blissful desperation was the front door opening and Bucky running into the house having gotten an alarm alert on his phone when Mikael came in. Neither Klaus nor Y/n were answering their phones and he was panicking until he heard the noises coming from the den. Peeking his head around the corner he was shocked to find a hog tied man that he recognized from Klaus’ family pictures as well as his brother with their girl on his lap, his cock buried inside of her as deep as possible.

‘Close…so close! Please?!’ She begged and Bucky moved quietly into the room crouching behind them. His hand moved between them finding his Kittens clit to roughly caress, her entire body stiffening a second later before she cried out and Klaus held her down against him as he grunted, cumming deep inside of their girl the way they had always dreamed of.

Once they had relaxed and Y/n had snuggled into Klaus’ neck, Bucky decided to make his presence known. ‘That was beautiful.’ He stated, both of them jumping in fright, Klaus ready to pull her behind him just as he realized that it was just his brother.

‘Fucking Hell Buck! Don’t do that, I’ve had enough scares for one day.’ He spoke and Y/n turned his head, kissing his lips softly.

‘He won’t touch you again Nikky, you’re safe now.’ She promised and he snuggled into her neck, enjoying her comfort.

‘Course you are bro, especially with our little protector here. You did this, didn’t you killer?’ He teased, but held a level of respect in his eyes that made her happy.

‘He was gonna kill him, I didn’t have a choice…I-‘

‘You did so well Kitten, I’m so proud of you!’ Bucky insisted, pulling her face closer to kiss her softly. ‘You know what that means, don’t you?’ She looked at him curiously while Bucky and Klaus looked at each other, knowing exactly what they’ve been waiting for for months on end. They were finally going to have her just the way they wanted. ‘Good little Kittens get rewarded…take her upstairs Nik, I’ll take care of him.’

‘But…I wanna watch.’ Y/n pouted making both men laugh.

‘Buckys gonna lock him in the shed. Don’t worry Love, you can see as much as you want to.’ Klaus hoisted her up into his arms and carried her through the hall and up the stairs to their bedroom, which made up the entire first floor other than a bathroom.

Bucky dragged the man down the hall and through the kitchen out the back door to the shed. They had it built just in case someone should decide to try and hurt their Babygirl here, giving them the perfect place to have some…fun with Mikael. Bucky cut all the tape off before chaining him to the floor in the center of the room, locking the doors behind him and quickly running back to the house where he locked everything else up as they wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.

Y/n was back on Nik’s lap and kissing him contently when Bucky came back in, stripping off his suit in no time, crawling up onto the bed and getting their attention. ‘Wow…’ she mumbled as she looked over his toned body. Bucky knew he was nice to look at, while Klaus had muscle he was leaner where as Bucky held muscle extremely well and while his cock was slightly less thick than his brothers, it was almost a full inch longer. It drew their girls eyes instantly and he couldn’t hide his smirk if he wanted to.

‘Did you enjoy Nikky stretching your pretty little pussy on his cock?’ She nodded her head with a whine, turning to face Bucky who grabbed her thighs and yanked her forward. A squeal left her as she fell back onto the giant bed, him lifting her legs to present her cunt to his eyes. ‘I bet you did, but now it’s my turn and I’m gonna fuck my cock into you so deep you’ll be carrying my babies by morning.’ Her eyes widened dramatically before he leaned down and pressed his mouth against her clit.

‘Oh God!’

‘That’s right Princess, in this room we are your Gods. You worship and we give you everything you could ever want…riches-‘ Klaus leaned down, pressing his lips to hers sweetly. ‘-Pleasure…’ he kissed down her chest to her breasts, nipping her skin teasingly. ‘-Fertility…’ he smirked, wrapping his lips around her nipple and twisting the other just as Bucky shoved his tongue into her hole, his nose brushing her clit hard and sending her over the edge, making her cry out.

‘There you go, good girl!’ Bucky smirked, lifting her legs as he pushed his way between them, his long member brushing against her sensitive clit. ‘We’ve been waiting a long time for this Kitten, and you have too, haven’t you?’ Y/n whimpered as Klaus continued his teasing at her breasts. ‘We’re gonna put a baby in you tonight, one way or another.’ He gestured to Klaus who hopped up, moving to the closet and grabbing a box that he set on the edge of the oversized bed, pulling out a silicone plug with a purple jewel on the end making her tense and Bucky groan. ‘That’s right Kitten, we’re gonna fill you up all night long.’ He promised, taking hold of his cock and pressing it into her slick hole, not stopping until he bottomed out completely. ‘Nothings ever been so deep in this pretty little cunt, has it?’ She whined needily which answered his question just fine before he began thrusting into her.

‘Oh Fuck! Too Much!’

‘Too much? Too Much? Impossible! Our girl can take anything and everything we have to give her, can’t you Kitten? We’re gonna fill you so full you’ll be leaking all over the bed, gonna make us Daddies tonight, aren’t you?’ Tears were falling from her face as she nodded frantically, practically begging him for more. ‘Gonna plug you up so full it won’t be possible that you’re not knocked up!’ Bucky was thrusting up into her so hard she knew she would be sore but she couldn’t find it in herself to care as Klaus turned her head to the side and shoved his cock between her lips.

‘Fuck! Such a hot fucking mouth! Christ! Sucking my cock so good for me Princess!’ She moaned, choking on his cock as he pushed into the back of her throat.

‘Oh shit! Gonna fill you up so good Kitten, you want your pretty little pussy full don’t you? You need it!’ She moaned around Klaus’ dick but Bucky got the message just fine. ‘Yes, gonna give our girl a baby, Fuck!’ Bucky growled as he shoved his cock as deeply into her body as he could, cumming hard and holding her on him to keep himself as deep as he could. ‘My good little Kitten.’ He hummed, pinching her nipple teasingly.

‘Move Buck!’ Klaus insisted, pulling himself out of her mouth which caused her to whine, Bucky pulling out and laying beside her as Klaus stretched her hole around his cock again. ‘Just needed to fill your cunt again. You can drink my cum 10 times a day when this womb is full, but-ah! Until then we’re gonna fill this hole every…single…time! Oh Shit!’ Once again Klaus filled her up and she whined at how full her body felt now. His cock stayed buried into her as his hand put pressure on her lower belly, caressing her as if it would ensure their seed took.

‘Open your mouth.’ Bucky told her and she did, only to have the plug shoved between her lips to wet it before pulling it back out and moving to shove it into her cunt as soon as Klaus pulled back, not allowing a single drop spilled. ‘Good girl. Now, you rest because after you have had some time to relax, we’re gonna do it all over again.’ She whined before Klaus laid at her other side, shushing her.

‘Relax Princess. You’re all ours now, and we’re gonna take such good care of you.’

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Season four of the boys is hitting my brain like a crowbar so I’ve got a couple more thoughts about the new episode

There’s gonna be spoilers for the episode, a bit of talk about the comics, and some only slightly bloody images, so be wary, be warned!

These are my thoughts during the first watch:

- When Butcher hit his head I actively gasped. My poor babygirl.

- I do like how they’ve made Becca meaner but essentially still her

- Frenchie. Break up with him.

- I’m glad Annie has more plot and scenes this season. I’m also glad that Firecracker is actually fucking with her. Their foundation is messy but the actual rivalry is coming together quite nicely

- “I had nightmares about that exact moment, and you can’t even remember it. It’s funny, isn’t it, how people can have such different memory of the exact same thing.” Oh my god this is such a good line. Like obviously not to the extremes of Homelander but kids can and will retain things that their parents won’t even remember. They make some parts of his character easy to understand because you can see that his actions are always impulsive and unhealthy and created by the ways he was raised and the environment he’s been surrounded by

- Okay that death was so so well done. It’s so emotional for Homelander because he’s seeing how people aren’t honest or caring until he’s threatening them. I can’t even try and decipher the “I forgive you” line because it’s so full of apathy

- Hughie and Kimiko teaming up is so special to me. I need more of them.

- HUGHIE GETTING V FOR HIS DAD??? CONFRONTING A TRAIN??? Discuss??? (There’s more thoughts later)

- Hughie saying that him and A-Train would be “good” if A-Train got the v for him is so heavy. It felt like Hughie trading Robin’s life for his dads. Or for his future? Like in order to move on he has to let go of Robin and that feels so awful

- I wanna state how easily and quickly they made me uncomfortable with Firecracker and The Deep singing. How is that so unreasonably uncomfortable?

- So uh. Yeah I’m not sure I wanna touch that scene…

- THEY PUT HUGHIE IN A SCREAM CHASE SCENE

- I literally screamed when Hughie killed him omg. This is what I’m here for omg omg my babygirl

(Here’s a behind the scenes stunt video on insta)

- Tala is so fair for that but when is she gonna become apart of the boys family?

- I think Annie is going to blow up. Like I think she will do something really bad.

- YEA BEAT HER UP ANNIE… okay maybe not the best decision but…

- WHAT THE FUCK

- Fun fact Homelander’s birth that Barbara describes is how Becca dies in the comics

- UM UM UM UM UM so uhhhhhh I suspected that Sage needed to give herself lobotomies for that reason (wish I said smt goddamnit) but I was not ready for a scene depicting a lobotomy that also implied it was like sex to her?

- Kimiko and Annie hug <333

- Hughie forgave him… now kiss

- “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating anybody” YESS that’s what this is about!!! How fucking contrasting Hughie and Butchers views are on the subject of revenge and superheroes. Their situations are so very different from the comics and I like that both of them are (somewhat) healing. Hughie’s forgiven A-Train and Butcher is just trying to get Ryan safe. It’s less about killing for both of them in the show which I love

- I paused to write that before the “there’s enough here to save you too” OH MY GOD NO. No no. Nonononono. No.

- Hughie’s face when getting coffee? Mwah! Give him little kiss

- HIS MOM. KNOWS. ABOUT. V!!?? I mean. They couldn’t kill off Simon Pegg. He’s Simon Pegg! Just kidding I totally thought he was going to die. I wonder if they’ll give him the same kind of quandary Hughie originally got in the comics when Butcher forcefully injected him with V

- Perfect ending for Homelander’s visit home.

Interlude:

So I haven’t started the rewatch yet but two things about some characters of the last three episodes that actually didn’t make an appearance in this one.

First off I don’t think I mentioned this in my last post but I really like what they’ve done with Noir. It’s an interesting and corporate way to bring back the character that makes a lot of sense in universe

Secondly there’s a theory I wanted to bring to people’s attention. This video on instagram has the theory that Kessler is like Becca and isn’t actually real. Which I think is really neat. I’ll take it either way but it would make a lot of sense if he wasn’t since he seems to hold a lot of negative traits that Butcher used to have and is trying to grow from

Okay I lied, third thing cause it just got brought to my attention again; everyone who is making fun of Laz Alonso shut the fuck up. Thank you. I won’t be taking criticism on this.

Onto the rewatch:

- The first shot is of different variations of Homelander’s costume. Pretty cool!

- Second shot has two pictures of Frank and Martin working in the lab with Frank’s picture framed by a newspaper thats article makes no sense but has a lot of key words and phrases (could just be gibberish idk) the title on a separate article from the same newspaper can be read as “Drama class wins award” other than that there’s also some kind of document that’s the same kind of gibberish but it caught my eye cause it says “-orthward gay” … not sure what this means…

Camera then pans down to reveal a memo and news clipping. The memo is from Barbara to the staff and talks about how anyone who breaks the confidentiality of Project Odessa will be terminated and prosecuted. The news clipping is more gibberish with the heading “Nervous system mystery revealed” by Greg Gilmore (by gibberish I mean the first couple sentences are “Had men rose from down lady able. Its son him ferrars proceed six parlors.” And then continues on like that)

- I actually love the horror movie situation they find themselves in. It’s a creepy basement lab. The security cams go out. Communication to the outside world has been cut off. Then the devil arrives in the elevator. It’s done so well, things are set up perfectly. There’s even a sign that says “All activities monitored by video camera” and a box with the words “fire safety plan” (could be foreshadowing or I’m just connecting non existent dots)

- The picture of young Homelander with the scientists. It’s so horribly terrible and amazing

- Fudgie the whale is their last meal :(

- titties ahem I didn’t really pay any attention to the shower scene last time. That’s a terrible shower head in my opinion, I don’t like the way it sprays water- OH WAIT THE WIRM IS IN HIS SPINE????? He’s also got a bullet wound in his back. He’s also got a lot of nice freckles on his back. Oh the way Becca sits on the edge and offers her hand and he reaches to take it but grasps the edge of the bathtub instead

- Hughie’s mom seems so fucking casual in the scene where they’re deciding whether to pull his dad’s feeding tubes. She’s too relaxed and almost smiling? At least with her eyes. A lot.

- OH YEAH Gen V mentioned!

- ANNIE I LOVE YOU!!! Look at her face after she burned the president!

- Seriously though such a good Annie moment. She’s so confident with this and marches into the presidents’ office with a plan but by the end of this it’s all backfired and taken away from her. It shows just how fucking much Firecracker ends up affecting her

- I’m not going to be nit picky and go on about how Colin should’ve noticed Frenchie’s ankle because obviously he’d be checking and Frenchie wouldn’t’ve known to hide it before. But I am going to say that’s a Count Olaf ass ankle shot.

- Oh I love how it seems like almost a sweet moment between Sage and Firecracker when she says “we gotta look out for each other” but now you know Sage fully intends for Firecracker to get beat up by Starlight

- I was trying to figure out why Sage got the Deep to do her lobotomy. It’s not that Sage trusts the Deep or even likes him but I think it really is just kind of transactional for her. Like she knows what he wants and what will keep him happy, he’s the only one she’s really made a connection with other than Homelander and Firecracker, and he is not likely to want anything else from her or blab about it. Somehow he is logically the best one to do it?

- It’s great how much Annie really really doesn’t want Butcher there. And neither does Frenchie. Or M. M. Damn, my babygirl has pissed off a lot of people

- Homelander’s theme is so so good. The lone violin does something to my brain. It highlights his isolation and intimidation and fear so nicely.

- I do not know how some people didn’t know Frenchie was queer? I thought it was actually very obvious that in cannon he is bi/pan and polyamorous. Maybe that was just me…

- Just realized how this episode we have both Hughie and Homelander forgiving people. Dots connected! 😃👍 (I’m not dissecting this right now, what do you think I’m an English major?)

- I love all the Hughie and A-Train moments. There’s so much history between them and it’s so present in those moments so it’s interesting to see them have to let it go to help each other because I think they both realize that they’re both fucked up people who are trying to be good and they ultimately relate to each other in a way I don’t think either of them realizes

- Kimiko telling Hughie to let his dad die, to not use the V, is so so strangely powerful coming from her. She understands what it’s like to have V forced upon you, and to be saved by it time and time again. And although she’s now choosing it, she sees how Hughie’s dad probably won’t end up like her and will find it to be a curse

- Hughie tripping is such a loser move (lovingly) like I thought he got shot in the leg or smt but no he just trips. Like the little fail boy he is.

- I love Kimiko showing Hughie how to fight someone and protect himself and then later helping him walk away (it’s a little funny just because Jack Quaid is really fucking tall). She also gives him the motivation of ‘it’s not just about your survival, it’s about your dads as well’ she wants him getting through this and I cannot handle when the boys show care to each other especially when it’s Hughie and Kimiko

- Homelander’s need to be loved is really really really well set up in previous seasons. It’s the only thing that could control him and he doesn’t know it’s even happening for most of his life because he doesn’t know how to ask for it. The environment he grew up in wouldn’t teach him that and the environment he’s put in pushes away and punishes emotion and care. He started off wanting a family from work because it’s similar enough to the lab but no one there has hurt him yet or appears afraid of him. But as he realizes he can’t gain their care, that he can’t make a family, he leans on the fact he can take most of what he wants. But not love. Not true care.

I think eventually he begins to think there’s something wrong with him, but rather than facing that idea (the idea that he’s unlovable) he pushes harder on the idea he is perfect. He is better. Furthering his decent and pushing everyone even further away.

- Butcher and M.M’s ‘time to fill the audience in’ lines caused me to look up what an enema is. And then left the rest to my imagination. First, fuck you! Second that’s a very good device to use because sometimes not showing and leaving it to the audiences imaginations is the most horrifying (it’s their own private horror show)

- I’m looking at the scene where A-Train and Ashley catch each other and I have a feeling it’s going to play out as either Ashley betrays A-Train to win Homelander’s favour, A-Train betrays Ashley, or they betray each other. I’m fairly certain Sage knows A-Train is switching sides so I wonder if she’ll have a plan for when he gets caught.

I also have a feeling that by the end of this season A-Train is either going to die in some horrible way (maybe by Hughie, maybe Homelander, maybe Butcher even) or he’s going to betray the Boys.

If A-Train does die (pls please do not kill him please) I’m wondering how they’ll do it because his death in the comics wouldn’t make sense here and I feel like SuperSonic’s death was already an homage to that

- I wonder if Ashley’s floater will have any consequences. Like they took the time to set it up. Will Homelander comment on it later?

- The way he says “you called me squirt silly” is so so aughhh. This is probably another moment that Homelander remembers that seems so inconsequential to Marty. He was watched and humiliated all of his childhood and then he gets this one thing to himself and when someone discovers it they laugh, adding so much more humiliation. Anyway I’m um skipping the rest of this scene until Barbara shows up.

- Can we take a second to appreciate how fucking well Nancy Lenehan plays the character of Barbara. There is still so much fear to her character but there is no bullshit, there’s a lot of control in a situation where so little is available. She’s cold while still giving a kind of stern mothering vibe. She explains the situation, all the gory details as facts. Starting with “put him out of his misery” to “they were scared”, you could have left, and you were killing from the moment you were born. She knows begging will get her nowhere but she’s still very very afraid.

- Babygirl moment I will never get over. He fought for his life, he kicked and shoved and he won. How this man is alive is a mystery to me but I’m so glad :)

- Tala finally got to say what she wanted to Kimiko but the look on her face as Kimiko leaves is so.. unsatisfied. It’s not over between them, and maybe it hurts that Tala now sees her being kind and caring because that’s not what she got when she first met Kimiko. Maybe she still wants to get that ice cream. Probably not. Just theorizing about her character. Lemme know what you think

- The worm looks like it’s struggling. Maybe Butcher’s life is connected to its life?

- This episode is kind of like one gory scene to the next. You get Hughie and Kimiko killing, then Annie beating the shit out of Firecracker, then Butcher blowing up Ezekiel, and then you’re back to Homelander’s whole fucking slaughter, then it’s Colin beating up Frenchie, THEN it’s a LOBOTOMY, then it’s a nice little hug awwwe

- Barbara’s monologue. I can’t even touch on that. It’s too much for my brain but I’ve been seeing a lot of good posts about it.

- My heart is full after the Hughie and Annie scene. It is so full of love. Fuck OFF Dakota Bob.

- Hughie and A-Train sittin’ in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-

- “You fucking dog wanker” actually Butcher its dog welder and I wouldn’t compare anyone, let alone Hughie, to him

- Hughie getting told by Butcher not to cure his dad is also really fucking sad. Karl Urban don’t kill Simon Pegg! Instead join the USS Enterprise-

- Daphne tries to get close to Hughie and he rejects her cause he doesn’t feel comfortable crying in front of his mom. Hughie stop being relatable.

- He’s really cute when he smiles. I get it. But he’s also committed atrocities. You cannot fix him. (Which man am I talking about? You’ll never know…)

Here’s a link to the first one because if you got this far I guess you enjoy me talking about this

I’ll probably continue talking about this so if there’s more you will find a link to the post here

[sandyferal]

Admitting that Tootie and Timmy are the only version of the “girl is obsessed with boy and he doesn’t like her back but they end up together eventually” that I’ve seen done right was painful. I mean I think it’s the truth for the most part but it’s hard to give credit to FOP for writing anything well because they ruin basically all of that in the later seasons. Like they demolish it.

They literally just brought in a random weirdly designed pretty perfect new girl for Timmy to actually successfully woo… when it feels like the whole fucking point was that him disliking Tootie and being attracted to pretty perfect girls without considering their character was a symptom of his immaturity and superficial view of relationships. Also in general what was it with the fucking later seasons only letting girls be perfect or evil. (Except Wanda and Timmy’s mom. Who are literally just “nagging wife” and “mother.” Not much better.)

It’s incredibly funny to me too because I feel like they got so close to making Chloe from the later seasons an actually decent character (outside of her first ep.) Like she was kinda unhinged and flawed and it would’ve been so so easy to reveal that her outward “perfection” was the result of her holding herself to ridiculous standards that actually made her miserable. Crazy that even her saying “no one wants to be friends with me” when that was obviously false could’ve been good writing. Showing her perception was so warped that she thought her not being fully perfect meant she was an awful person and everyone secretly knew and hated her for it. They could’ve still portrayed her parents as good loving people who accidentally implied that they only loved Chloe because they didn’t see her flaws. But like no. The reason she’s “miserable” is just stupid, and she’s not a good enough character that the audience can overlook that.

That’s not even mentioning Trixie. Don’t get me started on Trixie. This show did a lot of character flip flopping even during the good seasons, but Trixie was just. Something else. Like the show really felt like it was actually trying to set up that she was a genuinely nice girl with good values that got buried when she was under the scrutiny of her popular friends, but then it did a turn and decided she was just shallow and/or crazy. And they continued to flip flop on whether Timmy pursuing her was even a good idea. Like man none of the characters actually GOT lasting character arcs but she specifically felt like she was in a position where it would’ve made the most sense to have one.

Insanely grateful character arcs are allowed to exist in A New Wish. I’ll admit, the girls still haven’t particularly benefited from them as much, but at the very least we have Dev. And at least Hazel is a likable character and not just slotted into one of the old “girl” stereotypes. Hell I’m glad ANY character is good. Like just. I cannot believe how bad the last seasons of FOP got. It was that serious man and the girls got it so bad. They really refused, like straight up didn’t try to bring back Trixie or Tootie for a love interest episode when that was Trixie’s entire purpose in the fucking show. But I guess they wanted to give him a win for once. Man.

And importantly, Wanda and Cosmo not only have a better relationship in New Wish, but Wanda is NOT a punching bag. Like it may be a slight exaggeration to call her that, but fuck man, some of the later season eps thought it was so fun to beat her up for literally no reason.

[weeping-statue]

Hello! I was the one that requested Andrew x reader that’s like a grandpa!

I really really liked it, and I was wondering if I could request some more headcanons for Andrew, Norton, Naib, and Antonio with a GN! Reader who’s not very conventionally attractive?

Not ugly or anything, but they definitely don’t fit the standard for beauty and they are just super surprised anyone would seek them out.

Sorry if it’s too many characters! If you need to reduce it, I’m fine with just Andrew and Antonio if that’s okay!

Thank you sm and have an amazing weekend!

OMG HELLO AGAIN!! You have no idea how happy I am to see you in my inbox again<3 I’m glad you liked it and I hope you like this one just as much!

This got really angsty so it’s definitely more of a comfort fic than anything..

This is kinda long, and I was gonna do Norton but I decided last minute not to so.. umm.. yeah. Also fun fact me and Norton share the same zodiac sign..

Uh not proof read..

Andrew, Naib, and Antonio with a not conventionally attractive GN!reader!

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Andrew

He didn’t think you’d appreciate his looks either.

So you’re moderate looking together!

He honestly wholeheartedly believes that he doesn’t deserve you, hot or not, he worships the ground you walk on because you decided to hand your heart over to him.

He can obviously tell your insecure sometimes about your looks

Cause he gets that way too..

But, he tells you he loves you and that your beautiful in his eyes, and that’s all that matters <3

So when he catches you looking in the mirror, disgusted to no end, he puts his nervousness aside and takes action.

“Ew.”

That’s all you could think. You’ve been pulling and prodding at your face for what felt like hours. No matter how much makeup you throw on you can’t escape being so.. moderate. It’s all you ever are. Why can’t you be something more? Why does everyone else look so good and you’re just the sad little camera man? Never destined to be on stage, in the light with the others, like you deserve.

The one thing you’re good at, is your pathetic job. And even then, you’re sure others would succeed at it more if they tried.

Eyes glance down at the used makeup wipe in your hand. Further tracking to the open lipsticks, and eyeshadow palettes. And a deep sigh escapes you, why do you even try? It’s not like it matters.

Then you start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were a last resort. Your not pretty, your not stunning-

Cough

Andrew stands behind you, coughing to get your attention, while watching you, his eyes filed with pity.

You really didn’t hear him come in, and it startled you. How long has he been standing there? Did he hear you? Most likely..

You start to explain, “Andrew, it’s not what it looks like, I’m just-”

But he cuts you off, “No, I.. I know what you’re thinking. What you’re doing. I know that look all too well. I just didn’t think I’d have to see you wear it.”

“What-?” You began again, but he shakes his head, walking up to you, hesitantly reaching out to you with his shaky nimble fingers. Pulling you into a hug, that felt almost.. forced. But it was comforting either way. He takes a deep breath steeling himself for what he’s about to say, and then blurts out,

“Being, what I am, has always been unsavory in my eyes. I’ve grown too comfortable with the common look of disgust that sometimes I show it to myself. But that changed when I met you, you helped show me a new way to look at myself. I just never assumed you’d feel the same way I did. Even though others may not think you’re gorgeous, at least I do. You’re like an angel. My angel.”

…

Wow.. he really just said all of that? For you? And meant it? He really does love you..

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Naib

He’s a man of very few words.

So instead he shows it in actions!

He’s not much to look at either in his opinion, he’s more of a scarred, battle harden, shell shocked, soldier, that definitely has survivors guilt.

Instead of Andrew’s reason of not deserving you, he believes that he’s just a used up broken man that should be dead with the rest of his platoon. But this wonderful person in his life is a sign that maybe he should stick around.

You’ve given him meaning to live, so for that, he’s forever grateful. And that means, he loves you more than anything. Looks don’t matter as much to him as you’d think, so when he sees you going quiet and distancing he knows how to fix this.

He hadn’t seen you all day, except for breakfast, when you grabbed a piece of toast, kissed his head and said a quick “I love you.”

He knows you more than you think, so he understood why you were upset.

Which is why he begs one of the survivors who can actually cook well, to make your favorite dish. Basically making a care package for you and giving you a letter that decently tells you that you’re perfect the way you are and that he loves you.

With the care gift done he shyly makes his way to your room, avoiding other people knowing that he’s gone soft.

He gently knocks on your door, waiting for you to open. And when he’s greeted with your tired form he awkwardly hands it to you.

Mumbling, “I know you weren’t feeling well today. And since I’m no good with words I thought this would make up for my lack of them. If you’d like me to stay, and listen, or just be here with you, then just let me know.”

A small smile grows on your face and that causes him to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was so worried that you’d slam the door in his face or worse, hate it.

You open the door further to let him in, “do you think I could get some cuddles?”

This is what the note would say,

“Dear, ____

This took me hundreds of try’s but I think this is the one. I know what it’s like to be insecure, and even though that’s hard to admit, I’ll admit it for you. I love you, so much, and even though looks don’t matter to me, I find you to be absolutely lovely. Anyone who says differently is blind and doesn’t know what they’re missing out on. I’m so lucky to have you.

Sincerely,

Naib.”

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Antonio

…

Look at him..

REALLY LOOK AT HIM..

HES GOT A DEVIL IN HIM AND AGSHSHDB

Yeah he’s a cutie, but umm.. come on now..

He knows that he Lowkey got fucked up and maybe the face card don’t hit like it used to but hey, at least you appreciate him anyways..

Antonio definitely will just smother you in kisses and will not let go until you agree you’re beautiful, and you have to mean it.

Antonio has you wrapped in his hair and confined to bed, lanky arms wrapped around you as he kisses your face.

You groan, “Hey! It’s been three hours! Let me go! I have things to do!”

Antonio continues his pecks, saying in between, “Nope, not until you say it.”

After a few more minutes of brooding silence, you cave, “Fine! I’m beautiful. Are you happy?”

He pauses, and frowns, “Do you mean it?”

…

Did you?

If he thinks you are, then you have to be? Right?

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Another kiss is placed but this time more gently and lovingly on your lips. The hair gently untangles from your body and his arms loosen.

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Idk if you can tell that this is rushed, just a bit. But I’m not sure I like this one.. I hope you enjoyed it anyways!

[amber-laughs]

I’d love to know ur opinion on Jon’s ships (Jon&Ygritte, Jon&Satin, Jon&Sansa, Jon&Daenerys, Jon&val and so on). I personally like Jonerys but I also find a lot of Jon ships a bit ridiculous lmao

i like Jon and Dany in a very abstract way but it’s hard for me to really get behind them because they haven’t interacted yet if that makes sense. they’re obviously gonna have the largest part to play together in coming books where i think they’ll end up being one of my favorite ships of the series tho

Jon/Satin 10/10 i personally prefer to think of it as Jon being so fucking lonely in his command that he can’t help but take advantage of satin’s position. like when Jon said in adwd he craves company not food hmm i’m lonely and horny and here’s this handsome guy devoted enough to change religions for me and (in amber-laugh’s eyes) is attracted to me so yeah let’s give this a go and then feelings of affection develop from there but it starts out as just a means to an end

Jon/Val my personal favorite of canon possible endings i agree with people who say this is more idealized in Jon’s eyes than it should be but i think that’s part of the fun. she represents something to him that he’ll not only never have but may not even want when it comes down to it. i think that fantasy is part of the fun. if she survives and he does end up going beyond the wall in the end than they’re ending up together in my eyes. she brings out a boyish side of him we haven’t seen in a long time and it comes from a different place than what Ygritte brought out in him that seems to sit easier on his soul. also i could’ve sworn the first time i looked them up on tumblr someone was calling them JonValJon as a Les Mis reference but ive never seen it since so can we start that?

Jon/Ygritte loved it for the storyline it brought and the character development we got to see through it. i’m glad she died so they couldn’t end up together because like i said even tho he loved her she obviously never sat right with his spirit and on a personal level her “fuck me or die” stance never sat right with my spirit either. and she kicked ghost out “find somewhere else for ghost to sleep tonight” NOT ON MY WATCH! ghost’s evil stepmother ik he smiled when she got shot. on a serious note tho he seems to love her far more after she died than he ever did when she was alive and i wonder if that’s something we’ll get in to if he falls in love again in the series

i like Jon/Sansa in a non canon fictional sense. some of the AUs are cute and fun. i don’t see any plot where they actually end up together but i do think there’s a lot of familial angst and self esteem issues that could be worked in to their fanon that’s a lot of fun and their fans have some really talented authors that do it well

and you didn’t ask for this but Jon/Alys Karstark is one of my favorites and i really hope we see her again when he travels back to winterfell. Alys resents the Starks for getting her family killed while Jon resents the Karstarks for leaving Robb to die surrounded by enemies but they’ve found childhood comfort together at the edge of the world. she trusts him in a way she clearly couldn’t trust anyone else in westeros and i think she’ll easily follow him when it’s time for him to lead. and them flirting at her wedding to another man? i mean COME ON!

[meanwaffle]

Safety (Tsukishima x Reader)

Warning: alcohol, hu culture

Notes: college party moment

You sipped on your drink as you couldn’t take your eyes off the tall, handsome, blonde man across the room. He was chatting with some guys, but he had a bored expression you couldn’t take your eyes off of. He obviously wasn’t enjoying himself very much and it made you wonder why he’d come to a college party if he wasn’t someone who liked them. Maybe his friend made him come. Or he was trying to get laid. Who knows?

What a fucking jerk.

His name was Tsukishima. You sorta knew him already. It was a month or two ago when you both matched on tinder. Tinder was your best friend after all. It was an easy way to find hot and willing guys to keep you company on those lonely nights. The best part was there were usually no strings attached. You didn’t have to shield your heart from getting hurt, you just gotta have fun and spend your young adulthood partying and vibing. You didn’t have to worry about being vulnerable because it was a quick fuck and done.

Oddly enough when you matched with him and started talking to Tsukishima a bit… you got too vulnerable. It wasn't like you at all.

You found yourself blushing when he complimented you. His blunt charm offered a sense of relief. When he said you were beautiful, easy to talk to, how he felt comfortable with you, this bluntness made you truly believe he was being genuine. Over time, his messages started to become short and dull. When that would happen with other guys you’d just roll your eyes and move on to the next. Stupidly enough you kept sending him messages and continuing conversations or starting new ones. You would hold onto each convo starter like it was a life line.

“You look very pretty.” he told you once in response to a selfie you sent of him.

Ah… you wanted him to praise you more.

You wanted to meet him. You didn’t even care about getting laid, you just wanted to see him in person and maybe… hold his hand or something. Like they do in those romcoms! He was so tall after all, you’re so sure if he embraced you that you would melt into his touch.

“When are you free? Let’s go out to dinner.” You’d ask him. 

“I’m free on weekends! But if you have plans, my classes end at three!” You’d tell him.

“Shoot me a message whenever you’re available.” You’d messaged him.

Nothing.

After talking nonstop for two weeks, the moment you invited him out he changed. Shorter messages. He took longer to respond. Baseless excuses one after another about how he’s busy, that he’ll let you know the second he’s free. Responding to you obviously became less of a priority as you got left on delivered for hours and hours and hours, until finally you remembered why you originally were just sleeping around.

Men really suck.

You’re glad you remembered before you got too attached. 

Enough with all that. Sure it was only a little bit ago, but that was all in the past! Tonight was about having fun! You downed the rest of your drink and mingled in with the crowd once again. Striking conversations left and right, you danced a bit to the music, sang along to the popular songs that got everyone hype. You were having a good time and soon lost yourself in the fun. The alcohol was finally hitting and your confidence skyrocketed.

And there's nothing more powerful than a confident woman with a mission.

“Crap!” You blurted out as you felt yourself back up into someone. You quickly turned around to face whoever it was to apologize. “So sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh, that’s alright! No worries.” A fresh, freckled face greeted you. It was a guy, a cute guy. The dark and grayish hair of his went against your usual type, you had a soft spot for blondes, yet his vibe was so oddly kind. At first you wondered what a guy like this was doing at some random shit college party. Though, when his large eyes met yours paired together with a dorky smile all the reasonable thoughts washed away and only one idea filled your brain. 

He was your mission.

With a grin, you tilted your head to the side just a tiny bit to subtly emphasize your good side. You fluttered your eyes in that cute manner that's always gotten the guys to take interest. “I don’t think I’ve met you! Do you go to parties a lot?”

You heard him suck in a breath and held back a giggle. The cute eye technique still hasn’t failed you. He was nervous, huh? “Ah, no, I came with a friend just cuz… I don’t know where he is right now actually. Uh! But I’m Yamaguchi.” A tint of red glowed on his cheeks.

You introduced yourself back and quickly started up small talk. At first he was hesitant, fumbling over his words a bit and avoiding direct eye contact with you. Once you got him on the topic of his hobbies, however, he started to go on and on about volleyball. You had to hold back a cringe when the subject of volleyball took place. You had no problem with sports! But, icky enough, Tsukishima also danced on the topic a bunch of times. You were positive he mentioned how he was on the team at school, maybe Yamaguchi was too. Maybe they were teammates? If that's the case, part of you wants to just run away from this guy.

Hm, well…. Doesn’t matter. It’s just a hookup. Besides after geeking out a bit he got comfortable enough to just… let go. You both were swaying to the music and laughing, you felt up on his arm and stroked his ego as you showered him in compliments and praises. He denied them, of course, he was shy and humble. Following every praise of yours with something along the lines of “I’m not all that.” or “I bet you know much cooler guys.” 

After some time passed the party was still at full blast. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his and glanced up at him with big doey eyes. His expression turned to one of surprise and his entire face was heated. You could even see him biting his lip from nerves alone. “Hey…” you said with a breathy tone. “why don’t we go somewhere quieter?”

Yamaguchi flinched and you watched him nervously gulp. “I, um, l-like where? I mean… you know… my friend is still here and if I’m leaving I should let him know-”

With an air headed smile, you tugged at his arm in the direction of the stairs. “We won’t leave! I know the people who rent this place, we can just go up to her room for a bit. She won’t mind.”

“This isn’t your place t? Shouldn’t we uh, ask then?”

“It’s fine! I’ve done this before.” With that said and done, you made your way over to the stairs. Yamaguchi followed close behind, but as you both were climbing up you were so focused on your gleeful success in getting a cutie in bed that you didn’t hear his hesitant mutters, questioning what you meant by “done this before.”

You pulled him into an empty bedroom and didn’t waste any time. You attached your lips to his and passionately threw your arms around him, pulling him even closer so your tits pressed against him. Internally, he was panicking. He’s never had anyone interested in him in this sort of way, especially someone who would act on it so quickly. It was all happening so fast for him, however, he let himself fall into the moment. Yamaguchi’s thoughts were racing. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would want to be intimate with him. The heat in his cheeks got hotter. Your tongue’s dancing together.

Skillfully using some interesting angles, you managed to get both of you close enough to the bed for you to slowly push him onto the springy mattress. A cute yelp escaped his lips with a subtle panic as you climbed on top of him without detaching yourself from his rosy lips. However, instead of him continuing with the sexy thrill of fucking at a party, he pulled back. You were surprised he’d do that, but the concerned look on his face made you question if you were pushing him into something he didn’t actually want to do. “Are you okay?”

Yamaguchi chewed at his lip. Crazy enough, you’ve only known him for a couple hours and even you could tell he does that when he’s nervous. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, which was another indicator. His body language told you enough. You rolled off him and sat up on the edge of the bed. You bent down forward and softly smiled in an attempt to ease the tension “Not in the mood?”

Like a lightning bolt, he shot up with a worried expression.” No! I mean yes, I mean, I’m nervous, that’s all. You’re really pretty and It’s just a lot-”

“He’s a virgin.”

Both of you two whipped your heads towards the doorway which was suddenly open with a tall figure leaning against the frame. Tall, blonde, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, you couldn’t stop your mouth from opening a bit in shock as you witnessed none other than Tsukishma there with a sharp glare of disappointment.

“Oh god, Kei! How long have you been standing there?!” Yamaguchi, obviously very flustered, spoke first because you were still stupidly sitting on the end of the bed with your mouth still agape from a lack of knowledge to even know what to say to this guy.

With a glance over at you, then back to his friend, he spoke more. “First of all you should’ve locked the door if you’re going to mess around. And I have been standing here ever since you fumbled the whole making out part.” His eyebrow furrowed, which was odd to you. He seemed to be annoyed with his friend. Was he annoyed that his homie was getting laid and he wasn’t? You certainly couldn’t think of another reason. A logical one for sure.

“I was looking for you so we could finally leave, though I saw her chatting you up and then going up the stairs.” He shot another quick glance over at you. “I could connect the dots.” His tone was irritating to hear. It was like he was talking down to you.

You shoved down any desire to stay quiet and spoke up. “That’s so weird, Tsukishima! And what if we kept going. You were just gonna stand there and watch? You’re such a pervert-”

“Wait, do you two know each other?” Yamaguchi asked, surprised.

“You’re hooking up with someone you met a few hours ago.”

You threw your hands in the air. “It’s college! This is what we do!”

Both of you were huffing and pouting like the drunk idiots you were. 

Yamaguchi had no clue what to make of the situation. He was shifting his weight back and forth as he fiddled with his fingers. He kept trying to get a word in, but despite his efforts everything he said fell on deaf ears as both you and Tsukishima kept going back and forth. One petty thing after the other. Tsukishima finally let out a giant scoff and went to turn to his friend. “Let’s just go.” He was thrown back when he realized the friend he was talking to was no longer there. There was just an empty space “Huh? Where did he go?”

“He walked off maybe five minutes ago.”

His nose scrunched up. “And you didn’t think to say anything?”

“I thought the wave goodbye would’ve been enough but I guess I didn’t take into account your lack of awareness.” You responded with yet another eye roll. 

He sharply turned towards the door. “Whatever, I’m out of here.” 

“I bet, ghosting is your best talent.”

Tsukishima stopped dead in his tracks. His hawk eyes gleamed into you with an emotion you couldn’t quite describe. Even so, you could tell he was offended by what you said. “I didn’t ghost you, you ghosted me.”

Your mouth fell agape for the second time tonight. Was he trying to set a record of how many times can he make you gawk at him like this? Who did he think he was accusing you like that! “Are you being for real right now? You started taking hours to respond to me! Yet your snap score was still going up. You were ignoring me and stopped talking to me. That’s ghosting!”

He turned on his heel to face you again. “But I still responded! Every time! Even if it took me a while to get back to you. You were the one who unadded me out of nowhere!”

“That’s my point, it wasn’t out of nowhere! I had a reason. I wasn’t going to waste my time with a guy who didn’t prioritize me.” You crossed your arms. This was not how you wanted to spend your time at this party. You came here for mindless fun, not a confrontation with some ex situationship.

Unbeknownst to you, Tsukishima’s heart rate was increasing at those words. The idea that you wanted him to prioritize you plagued his thoughts. “I thought we were just going to hook up.”

“Huh, yeah, but…”

“But?” You both were maintaining eye contact. It was weird that the guy you thought was just another fail basically interrupted you from fucking another guy for meaningless sex. And now you were both standing here, facing off from each other. One sharp response to the next, even though Yamaguchi left you were still at each other's throat. Truly, one of you should just go separate ways. 

You huffed. “Nothing.”

“You wanted more than just sex?”

“No, geez, I said it was nothing.”

His hand snapped to yours, snatching it roughly enough for you to break eye contact and stumble backwards with a shy gasp. “If it’s nothing then lets hookup, right now.”

You visibly flinched at his words. “Huh? Are you drunk?

“We’re both drunk. That’s why we’re stumbling around.” His grip on you loosened. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s fool around. You were trying to get fucked weren’t you?”

“God, Tsukishima.” You pulled away from him and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. Tilting your head as you looked at him. “It’d be weird to have sex with you after all this.”

Tsukishima’s mouth curled into a cocky grin. “It’s college, it’s what we do.” You couldn’t hold back an eye roll at his mocking tone. “It’s the time for casual sex. Didn’t you say that?” He leaned back and turned the lock on the door. “See, I can remember to lock the door at least.”

Tsukishima was so seductive and it made your tummy turn as he looked at you with lustful eyes. It felt like he could see through you to your very soul, knowing how at one point you craved for him to embrace you and kiss you gently. You’d fantasized about him inviting you over to his apartment, with a candle lit dinner and red wine poured into those cute fancy glass cups. Then, after you two were done eating, he’d scoop you into his arms and carry you to the bed. Stripping you and leaving trails of love marks to brand his romance into your very flesh. 

But, you didn’t care about that anymore. Yeah, there's no doubt that you are completely over that. You were completely fine with a casual hookup in some random bedroom. This was fine, so you have no reason to disagree with him. 

You exhaled and glanced over at him with your lips puckered. “Alright, it is a party…” a hint of embarrassment sparkled in your eyes “Let’s do it.”

Tsukishima didn’t hesitate. He climbed right on top of you and pushed you onto your back. His hands were placed on each side of your head. You could feel his body heat as he leaned down closer, his lips almost right against yours. “Can I get an enthusiastic yes?”

You were nervous and he could tell. A sheer crimson enveloped your cheeks and flowers bloomed in the depths of your core. You never felt like this with your other hookups, but for some reason the thought of him seeing you naked… even the thought of seeing him naked made your tummy twist and turn.

That’s why this was weird!

But you would sooner die than admit it. “...I want you to fuck me.”

The cocky blonde smiled at you. It was different however, the spiteful and argumentative man you were yelling at earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by someone much gentler. It was an emotion you’ve never seen on a man. Usually when you spread your legs for whoever will give you attention they look down on you. They treat each encounter as some sort of game. They were the players and you were a side quest for them to complete. It was a common misconception with most of the men you surrounded yourself with that the harder they fuck you, the better they are at sex. Even when it hurts and you want it to stop, you don’t say anything. After all, fucking you rough gave them power. If you took away their power they’d want nothing to do with you. Men thrived on the idea that they were the dominant one, they were the ones in charge, and you were mercy under their touch. In reality, your fake moaning and exaggerated expressions was nothing more than a manipulation tactic that a single man has yet to see through.

You were nothing but an object.  You let yourself become an object.

You’re so lonely.

Tsukishima’s smile didn’t host any intensity or wrath, because he didn’t perceive you as just something to fuck. Seeing you waiting for him to pleasure you, he wanted nothing more than to please you to the point you’d never sleep with another guy again. This was the only moment he might have to prove to you that he can earn your approval.

He never thought he ghosted you. Henever wanted to ghost you and to this day he remembers the devastation he had when he woke up and saw an X next to your username. He had to play it cool, after all he was on tinder for meaningless sex and a way to kill his boredom. You didn’t simply kill it, you cured it. Talking to you made him flushed. He wasn’t supposed to be like that. He likes to believe it was his pride that got in the way of you two actually working out, but in reality it was his undeniable shyness. When he saw you had sent him a message, an internal panic plagued his thoughts. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t admit he was shy around you, even to himself he never realized that he was just scared to meet up with you or that he’d say something stupid. If he made himself out to be a fool the facade he worked so hard to keep  up with would crumble and he’d be left with nothing.

That’s why his messages became dull and his response time plummeted. 

Tsukishima dove between your thighs. With a free hand, he flipped your skirt up and settled his face right in front of your clothed pussy. You gasped at the realization that he was going to give you oral. Usually, it was the other way around. You didn’t dislike sucking dick and in fact you think you're pretty good at it. “H-hey, you know, you don’t have to do that.” you whispered, a flash of heat filling your body.

Confused, he lifted himself out from beneath your skirt. “You don’t like being eaten out?”

“Well, of course I do, but we don’t have to do all this foreplay stuff. I know men say it can be a hassle-”

“Oh my god.” He huffed and for a split second you were about to snap back at him, yet a warmth spread across your cunt. You squealed, hips twitching. He was licking you over your underwear. No one has ever done that to you before. It was thrilling. You had no idea how something as simple as eating you out was able to make your core explode like fireworks in a dark sky, but Tsukishima was succeeding in it. Hollowing out his cheeks, he applied suction as the wet spot drenching your panties only grew. “Ask me to take off your panties and I will.”

Fuck.

“Take off my panties…”

You’ve never had to ask for anything during sex before. Previous men you have been with just do what they want. Even the shy guys, you give them head and they’re so eager to fuck you that they rush into slipping it in without a second thought of your desires. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had to shout out “Don’t cum inside me!” as the guy would groan in your ear that they were about to cum. Despite that, a good chunk would still cum inside.

You knew it. Tsukishima was different.

You’ve just been surrounding yourself with the wrong people.

You did not want to admit that right now, however. If you did, you’d probably start crying as you accepted that you have been using sex as a self harm tactic to combat the internal hatred you harbor for yourself. At this moment you just wanted to be held and cherished by the sharp witted man about to ravish you. You liked feeling special. He liked making you feel special more. He wanted to pleasure you in a way no man could ever live up to. Plague your mind so that even if you were swooped into the arms of another your thoughts would be full of him. 

Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slid them off. 

He teased you by swiping his tongue up your damp slit. The whimper that flew out only encouraged him to tease you more. A little on the rough side, he started to apply suction to your deprived clit. Electricity bolted up to your brain and then all the way back down to your toes. How does it feel so good? You were confused. Why did it feel so pleasurable? It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, was it?

Your thoughts were drowned out by the sound of your own moans.

Your voice fueled his desire to hear more. Out of nowhere, he began to attack your pussy like he was nothing more than a starved man in the wild. He pushed his tongue inside you which caused you to unintentionally grind your hips against his tongue. More, you wanted more. His tongue slithered around your walls, ripping another cry from your throat. You couldn’t believe you were making such embarrassing noises. You never knew you were capable of such whimpers.

His nose bumped into your clit as he tongue fucked you even deeper. The wetness of his saliva mixed with your slick. His mouth was devouring your pussy and you could tell he was quite experienced. Tsukishima succeeded in his goal, because no man will ever live up to the skill he had with his tongue. 

Tsukishima’s pace never slowed. Up until an intense feeling of ecstasy washed over your entire desperate body, he didn’t let up one bit. You didn’t realize that you were whimpering his name softly under your breath. His dick twitched at the sound and he couldn’t wait to be inside you. It was hard for him not to just take you there and then, but he had an personal obligation to make you cum with his tongue. Strings of curses escaped your lips and he had a front row seat to you cumming on his face.

Not only cumming, however, you were squirting.

Tsukishima lifted his head up from beneath your thighs. You stayed on your back, huffing with wide eyes.  “Was that good?” He asked, the desire for praise more than apparent enough.

You blinked a few times, processing that irresistible new feeling you just experienced. You could see Tsukishima staring at you with a perplexed eyebrow raise. Using your elbows to sit yourself up, you awkwardly smiled. “It was good, really good, I mean I’ve never done that before…”

“You’ve never cum before? Oh wow, you need to pick better gu-”

“No!” You interrupted his misconception. “I never squirted, like that, It’s embarrassing and geez, it’s all over your lips!”

Tsukishima placed his hand against his mouth and rubbed at it with little to no effort. “Oh.” He chuckled at himself, making you smile. “I had a suspicion maybe you liked virgins or something and that’s why you couldn’t cum. You tried to sleep with Yamaguchi afterall.”

“Nothing wrong with virgins.” You retorted. 

He raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry, you fuck a lot of virgins or something?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “I fuck a lot of people in general.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, climbing back on top of you and hooking his arm under your leg. “What’s your body count?”

“Only polite of you to answer first.”

“It’s high.”

“Same.”

After some silence both of you started to smile, trying to hold back laughter. Tsukishima was the first one to break the quiet. “We’re both sluts then.”

Not the first time you’ve been called a slut and it probably won’t be the last, but somehow this charming man said it in a way that was able to turn you on. Happily, you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him closer to your blushed face. You scooted downwards just so he had a better angle to lift up your leg even more. “Fuck me like a slut then.”

You did not need to say that twice.

Desperately with his free hand, he tugged his zipper down and let his cock out into the open. You quickly peeked at it, long enough to get a good look at it but not too long for Tsukishima to notice you staring. You wanted to play it cool. 

It was thick. Precum oozed at the tip of his cockhead, twitching with excitement to sink itself into your wet cunt.

He positioned his cock right against your soaking wet hole. Your pretty pussy was fluttering at the anticipation of finally getting fucked by the one guy you had an attraction to outside just his dick. He sunk into you slowly, biting his lip while doing it. You threw your head back with a moan. Your pussy stretched around his hard member. He started to fuck you with a steady pace. He didn’t just start pounding into you, no, instead he kept a stable rhythm allowing you to get used to the thick cock inside you. 

Still, with every buck of his hips that amazing dick of his hit the sweet, spongy spot deep inside your velvet walls. You whimpered and moaned, embarrassingly still trying to keep quiet in case anyone was nearby to hear you. Your shirt was suddenly pulled upwards along with your bra. You looked up to see Tsukishima practically drooling at the sight of your bouncing boobs. It was a sexy sight, they bounced along with the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept a steady arm around your leg and began to speed up his pace. “What a sight.” He groaned, yet the compliment fell on deaf ears as the volume of your cries filled the air.

He rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside you. His heavy balls slapped against you, only adding to the lewd noises your bodies were making. Your pussy was clenching around him. The burning sensation of delight warmed up your cunt and the nerves surrounding your puffy clit were sparkling. However, none of it compared to how intense the pleasure was in your core. His cock was filling you. The friction was nothing less than addicting. 

You let your arms fall from around his neck onto the blanket. You gripped the fabric into a tight fist. The pleasure he was giving you was purely euphoric and you didn’t know how to handle it. Every cry that was ripped from your throat couldn’t be stopped even if you wanted it to. Even now, when his thrusts were getting sloppier and his groans filled your ears. His cock was twitching against your wet walls and the words “I’m gonna cum.” repeated out of his mouth.

You were too into it that the thought of telling him not to finish inside you wasn’t a concern.

Truly, you wanted him to cum inside you.

Thick, hot semen was pumped into the depths of your delicates. Tsukishima’s head rolled back and he let your leg fall against the bed. Your cunt was milking him perfectly that he could swear up and down that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. After he finished cumming, you both took a moment to catch your breaths and process how that was the best sex either of you have ever had. Hoping that the other was thinking the same thing.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue. “Shit, is there a towel, oh crap, it got on the bed.” He looked around trying to find something suitable to clean up the cum leaking from your cunt. You half sat up, fixing your bra and shirt with one hand then pointed to a side drawer next to the bed. “There's a washcloth in the bedside table there.”

He listened to you and reached over, opening the drawer and taking out the washcloth you knew was there. “How did you know that?” He tossed it over to you and zipped his pants back up. You cleaned yourself and pulled your panties back into place. “I’m friends with the people who rent this house. I’ve fucked many guys on that bed.” Standing up, you patted the wrinkles in your skirt flat. 

Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to say.

You could tell you created an awkward moment, so quickly you added onto it. “And out of all those guys you were the best. So, you were right, it wasn’t that weird.”

He smiled. His smile was contagious and you found yourself grinning along with him. “Good to hear. Are you heading back to your dorm? Sounds like the party died down.”

You nodded. “Yep. Gotta sleep this drunk off.”

“I should walk you home. It’s dark.”

Your heart fluttered. You metaphorically slapped yourself and gulped air down your dry throat, desperately making sure to hide any excitement from him. “That would be the safe thing to do. We’ve both been drinking, maybe you should spend the night. You know, for safety, walking home alone in the dark drunk is dangerous for men too.”

Stars twinkled in Tsukishima’s chest. He began to approach you and at first you weren’t sure what he was doing exactly, though without another moment passing he intertwined his fingers with yours. Pulling you closer to his shoulder and squeezing your hand tightly. It made you feel safe just as he intended.

“You wanna hold my hand?” 

A hint of red tinted his cheeks which went against the demeanor he made sure to force all these years. Maybe both of your auras are attracted to each other. The fear of commitment and stubborn pride caused you both to push away, but in this moment reality felt raw. It made sense.

“Just to be safe, of course.”

[bloodweavefangnatic]

✨ Companions kisses + romance scenes ✨

Pairing:

Starlach (Fieryblood)

Rating:

10/10

Okay might be a little biased here because I’ve only just tried these two out and I’m obsessed with how adorable they are together (comes to a very close second to Bloodweave 🤭)

Scenes:

10/10

I love the fact that when you first “sleep” with Astarion at the tiefling party — if you’re playing as Karlach — is that, okay, yes he was a little frustrated that he couldn’t sleep with you (her) because of the engine problem but I think this was a good thing because it made him slow down for a little bit (even if he was a little annoyed by it) but he didn’t exactly say “see you bye” and leave the area, what did he do? He actually stayed with you (her) for cuddle and companionship — pun not intended — even though it was something he didn’t usually do

Next up, is how cute , dorky or vulnerable their respective scenes are- both on different ends of emotions so if it’s the graveyard scene that’s happening it’s both vulnerable, sentimental, but also slightly comedic (because really who is Astarion without a little comedy? Even when he’s being a total sweetheart 😂)

or how quirky awkward Karlach’s scene is (if you’re, obviously, playing as Astarion) and how quickly she becomes protective over him — the player, really— after Henk’s nasty attitude

Intimacy:

12/10

Oh. My. God! To be honest I was convinced that they really weren’t all that compatible (what with her morality and his, well, lack of it but that was honestly before I started to realise that there WAS actually more to Astarion’s actual personality than what was on the surface (what we and the other companions already see)

I kid you not I literally fell in love with the way these two were interacting with one another whether it was; pet names (depending which is which currently being played as), the way they kiss one another and just somehow make sense, the way their height differences are completely opposite to each other (which is odd seeing cuz I romanced Gale and Astarion 3 times each so I was used to the “tol and smol” differences 😂)

Conclusion:

Honestly? I just love the idea of any “morally good” companion; whether it’s Halsin, Karlach, Gale, or even, yes, Wyll just showing Astarion that he/she/ or they (all of them 😂) care — now whether romantically or platonically is totally up to you I mean it is called a “choices game” for a reason. So yeah I’m actually glad I made this kinda of canon for Karlach — considering she said she would have ridden Astarion but wouldn’t trust him (I think she was a bit wrong there and was seeing his “above surface personality”

Pairing:

Fieryblade

Rating:

12/10

Okay, I pretty fell in love with them (I’m a sucker for “enemies to lovers” dynamic, the minute these two meet each other although it hits harder and much different when playing their origin run

Scenes:

8/10

Despite not being a “Wyll girlie” I actually did love the socialite dance he performed for and with Karlach (the fact that for once he didn’t judge anyone— and just smiled adoringly at her own version of dance) before trying to wrap up the night of their “date night” — I was a little disappointed when they didn’t sleep together after that (seemed more like a Gale move than anything else 😂) but the kiss(es) are nice and meaningful

Intimacy:

12/10

I just love the fact that, despite Karlach not being able to touch the player (as Wyll), she still sits next to you (similarly to the “Starlach” run) whilst being her most vulnerable and even have the option to kiss her on the lips even if it is a little hot, literally.

Whilst you can’t actually get many romance scenes due to the fact that her engine wouldn’t allow her to touch anyone without burning them it’s still a very wholesome moment all through Act 1 and Act 2 (which is the fun part when she gets her second upgrade in)

However it’s really Act 3 that’s the most fun, even before defeating Gortash shortly after you (as Wyll) enter the city she asks you out on a real date and to “get into anything other than camp gear”. Like I kid you not my heart absolutely melted when that was said and I thought: this could not get any more better.

Boy was I wrong! The date itself was both charming and awkward as fuck like in that cringe “I don’t know what I’m doing” type of thing, but not in a bad way. I absolutely loved every moment of it from the way of ‘let’s pretend we don’t have tadpoles’ to the way she got particularly fired up (pun intended) by Henk’s — owner of the Sining Lute — sour mood

Pairing:

Bloodweave

Rating:

12/10

Scenes:

12/10

I did — do — love how Bloodweave had a magical moment with one another (A. I don’t have the heart to turn Gale down in his “magic lesson” scene and 2. I always head-canon that Astarion WAS a wizard — necromancy for sure — in his past life anyway so win-win! I absolutely loved that you could either choose “imagine kissing Gale” or “Imagine walking hand in hand” or plainly “Imagine you kick Gale” (which I found absolutely hilarious 🤣 because you’ve got all these wholesome stuff and then just a really mean option)

Similar to Karlach (but reversed I guess) is that whilst I didn’t love the whole “Oh we better not sleep together right now because I feel like the orb won’t take it and will blow me up” thing is a bit of an excuse, I kinda understand where he’s coming from. He’d been hurt before so he didn’t want to jump into the relationship straight up like last time (smart Gale smart) although he could have just easily said “I’m not ready for that yet” or “could we slow down a bit”, but then again, as someone having autism; we don’t always communicate properly or feel like we need to come up with a white lie to spare that person’s feelings because we always feel like we’re doing the wrong thing 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh! Act 2 Astral Planes is my absolute favourite scene in the game (despite having very little flirting and barely any action in Act One, which is more on the “wholesome” side of Gale’s romance however by the time one gets to Act 2 is the REAL fun begins; first up — after defeating some monsters (and possibly innocent beings in your Durge run) he actually confesses to the player after painful romantic interactions in the first act you finally get inside Moonrise Towers the scene later that night 😘👌🏻

Next scene is when Astarion and Gale go on a “boat ride” in the Outer Planes (just like the one in Act Two this atmosphere is just as beautiful but this time this time you either talk him down from getting the Crown of Karsus or talk him up into getting it— I personally wouldn’t ever do it again because he becomes so unrecognisable) I absolutely love the fact that you can either “shut him up” by kissing Gale on the lips — I always choose this option 😂 — or just tell him that he’s enough as he is and that he doesn’t need to pursue godhood to be happy; only if you don’t want him to go after the Crown which I really loved in itself because it shows that he will listen to him regardless if he says “go ahead” or “I don’t think it’s a good idea”

Another great thing about all of this in the morning after your “boat date” he will immediately start to call him pet names like for instance my love (I’m sure there is a lot of endearments Astarion’s been called over the last 200 years but I don’t think “my love” is one of them and THAT absolutely makes my heart soar!)

Intimacy:

9/10

The only reason I give this a nine-out-of ten is because 2 of the kisses is pretty chaste and I understand that Gale is a bit of a virgin (emotionally) because he has no problem bragging how “expertised” he is with his tongue 😜 buuuuut WHERE is it? Where is the French-kissing??? Where is the Oscar award for this tongue performance? The only tongue I ever see is when Astarion (again playing as him) ever so slightly dominates Gale’s mouth with the swipe of his own tongue— no wonder his partner moans 😂

However despite all the chivalry I DO DO DO love how gentle they are with one another, from chin-holding-kisses to slightly brushing down to Astarion’s (as the player) shoulder in reassurance and how eyes are held with such reverence for one another as if they’re the only ones in the world — which is actually a big deal for him because he knows that Gale isn’t just going to leave him behind (like so many of his bedmates after post-sex, after feeling like a used toy 🥺)

[englishstrawbie]

Station 19 6x09

Maya being unable to concentrate on her meditation because all she can think about is Carina is relatable.

I’m still processing what we saw of Carina so this might be jumbled at time.

I felt for how nervous she was about turning up at the fire station for the clinic. At the end of the day (and as we saw in Jack and a little bit of Ben), these are Maya’s people. Yes, they like / love Carina too, but Maya is their family. They know enough to be concerned, but I don’t think they know enough about the extent of what is going on in Maya and Carina’s marriage or perhaps even the extent of Maya’s healing process - that would be consistent with what we’ve seen already. So the comment that she almost didn’t walk through the door felt very real.

She is obviously carrying a lot of hurt and anger and resentment at what happened that day at the hospital, so ignoring Maya’s voicemail at first and focussing on her work is understandable. She needs to compartmentalise. 

The patient, Pam, was a bit much but in general it was okay. Like Carina said herself, she needed the distraction and the laugh at work today, and that’s what Pam provided. Carina has been carrying so much for so many months that it was nice for her to have the attention and for the conversation to be light and easy and fun. Do I wish that they’d shown us Carina’s answer to being asked out on a date? Yes. I’ve seen some rumblings that Pam is a recurring character, so it makes me a little nervous that we might see her again given how the conversation was left. But do I think that Carina is going to walk away from her marriage and settle down to have a baby with this woman she just met? No. 

The more interesting part was the conversation around the fact that Pam had made the decision to have a baby by herself which - let’s face it - is an option I could easily see the writers taking with Carina. She wants a baby more than anything - ouch. More than her marriage? More than Maya healing? It happens, the desire to have a baby is so strong that people walk away from relationships - I’ve seen it in real life. 

“My wife is... was a big part of that dream too” - double ouch. The fact that she changed her words to the past tense made me sad, that she’s now thinking about what this dream looks like without Maya. At the moment, and with the firm belief that all of this angst will eventually lead to them getting back together, I am rationalising that with the fact that Carina is hurting. She hasn’t had the benefit of breaking down her feelings with Diane or anyone else - at least, not that we’ve seen. She doesn’t know what her future looks like, if her marriage is going to survive, so she’s trying to figure out what that dream looks like by herself. 

But then, she still went home - for what? Shampoo she could have bought at the drug store and a few coats? Hmm. I take comfort in the fact that, having eventually listened to Maya’s voicemail, she decides to go home, maybe to see for herself if Maya’s words are true. Because, let’s face, Maya might tell her that she’s working on herself and trying to be better, but there are good reasons not to believe her. 

But Carina is not going to jump back in. The hurt of seeing Maya so broken in the hospital bed, of hearing Maya scream her name and blame her when all she was trying to do was protect her, is not something she can just forget - and I’m glad she told Maya that. The way her voice cracked was heartbreaking, but it also shows how much she loves Maya. And she’s angry that she had to go so far as to get a 5150 because Maya wouldn’t listen to her and wouldn’t get help when she begged her. For six months. So yes, great, Maya is going through the steps and of course that’s what Carina wants - but she didn’t do it when Carina asked.

She’s doing it because the fire department is making her. 

Of course we, as viewers, know a lot more because we got to see the conversations between Maya and Diane last week. But Carina didn’t - all she sees is that Maya is doing this to get her job back because, once again, it comes back to her fear that she is second best to Maya’s career. That their marriage, their family and the desire to have a baby is second best.

That is a point I really hope they address in the near future. 

[hairstevington]

Stranger Therapy - part 5 (epilogue)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve start officially dating after some very weird beginnings (read the rest here or on Ao3)

Word count: 1.7K (keeping it short and sweet this time)

Warnings: Steve's dad is a dick, very cute fluffy shit, domestic af, mentions of sex ig, you guys get the style by now lol

A/N: Well, you guys. This has been so fun. Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this fic, I've been so blown away by the response!! Please stick around if you like my writing. All my WIP's are coming to a close so I'll be focusing on requests soon <3

The boys were interrupted when Steve’s phone started buzzing in his pocket. 

“Ignore it,” Eddie muttered into Steve’s lips.

“I - I can’t,” Steve sighed, fumbling around his pocket to grab his phone. “Could be Robin or something.” Eddie groaned dramatically and pulled away, only to see a weird expression on Steve’s face.

“Who is it?” Eddie asked. 

“It’s, uh - It’s Dr. Bauman,” Steve replied. He answered the call and put it on speaker phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, boys,” Murray announced, somehow knowing they were still together. “Do me a favor and look to your right. No, your other right. Yup, now you see those windows? Third from the left, my friends.”

Eddie and Steve squinted as they made sense of Murray’s instructions. It wasn’t until they noticed familiar curtains and an even more familiar man through the glass. 

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. Murray waved through the window with a bright, taunting smile. 

“Yeah, oh shit,” he repeated. “I think our work together is done.”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other apologetically. Sure, Eddie had initiated the kiss, but Steve certainly hadn’t done anything to stop it. 

They really were idiots, weren’t they?

“Doc, are you breaking up with us?” Eddie asked. He tried to keep his usual teasing up, but his voice was far more resigned than usual. 

“Listen,” Murray said over the phone. “You’re good people, and I’m glad you finally figured it all out. Mazel Tov. Enjoy your budding relationship, and I’d encourage you to continue going to counseling if you still wish to work on things. Individual counseling.”

“Right,” Steve said, clicking his tongue. “You don’t happen to have any recommendations, do you?” Eddie looked at Steve, eyebrows raised in amusement. 

“Really?” he whispered. Steve looked back and shrugged.

“I can email you a list,” Murray responded. “And boys?”

“Yeah?” they responded.

“If, years down the line, you both want to actually do couple’s counseling…” Steve and Eddie smiled, relieved they didn’t burn a bridge entirely. “Please, don’t contact me.”

Their smiles fell as the call disconnected. When they looked back at the window, the curtains were drawn closed. 

“So,” Steve said with a sigh.

“So,” Eddie echoed. “I guess since we lost Dr. Bauman…”

“We may as well do this for real,” Steve finished. He leaned in to kiss Eddie again, but stopped when he remembered where they were. He glanced back at Murray’s window to see the curtains were still closed, but pulled away from Eddie anyway. Eddie smirked, understanding completely what was going through Steve’s head because - obviously.

“Your place or mine?” he asked.

-

They ended up going to Eddie’s apartment, and one can imagine what happened after that.

They spent the rest of the day together, updating Robin on their shenanigans through quite possibly the most chaotic phone call of all time. She was in tears laughing by the end of it, and Eddie thought it was cute how Steve was joining in this time. The man was so cute when he laughed like that. There was something to be said about someone feeling completely free enough to lose their shit in front of someone else.

By the time Steve left, he realized they’d kind of forgotten to do something important.

Steve: We never actually planned our first official date!!

Eddie: Was that not it?

Steve: Dude no??? Where’s your sense of romance?

Eddie: Idk it left my brain around the time you took my pants off

Steve: aldksfjoaisd

Eddie: ;)

Eddie: ok so our first date. I’m thinking fake proposal flash mob

Steve: hahahaha very funny

Eddie: fake wedding cake tasting?

Steve: Come onnn

Eddie: or we could just fake elope in vegas

Steve: At least let me fake propose to you first

Eddie: flash mob it is! Better pick a good song or I won’t fake say yes

They went mini-golfing.

-

And then, they were dating. It was a lot easier than most other experiences Steve and Eddie had in the past. They’d already moved past the awkward initial phases of getting to know each other in surprising ways. Like, Eddie knew all about Steve’s teenage bisexuality crisis, but learned on their first date that Steve and Robin spent a summer learning basic phrases in Russian. When Eddie asked why, Steve shrugged and said, “you never know when you need something until you do.”

It was a vaguely ominous comment, but then again - Eddie had spent a few summers doing equally weird things, so he didn’t care too much. People thought he was this crazy satanist in high school for a reason, after all. 

They were all over each other from the start, but things got even more intense when Eddie met Steve’s father. 

He’d shown up at 6pm one night with heavy knocking on the door. Eddie and Steve were cooking dinner together when they heard it. Steve told Eddie to hold the fort while he tended to whatever visitor he was getting. He figured it was some angry delivery driver or Robin had locked herself out again or maybe even Dustin stopping by to tell Steve about some new video game he was excited for. 

Instead, it was Mr. Harrington in the flesh. And he looked incredibly unhappy - although, that was kind of just how he looked in general. 

“Dad?” Steve asked, confused. “What are you doing here?”

Steve’s dad held up a bill and shoved it in his son’s hands. Steve read it over and saw it - 

Four charges to Dr. Bauman for Psychotherapy, billed to the Harrington’s insurance. 

Oh, shit.

“Why am I paying for you to see a shrink?” he asked, using the condescending tone of voice Steve had hated ever since he was a kid. As if going to therapy was this crazy thing. As if his dad didn’t need it even more than he did.

“I - uhhhh…” Steve’s mind was blank. He’d found out through years of trial and error that there wasn’t really a way to win an argument with his dad. “I can pay for it, if you want. And I’m not going anymore, so you won’t get any more charges.” 

“Yeah, you’re paying for it,” Mr. Harrington demanded as he pushed his way past Steve and into the apartment. God, he’s such a royal asshole.

“You know, I was planning on paying for it anyway, even though you’re a millionaire and I live paycheck to paycheck, but sure. Be a dick about it.” 

Steve blushed immediately. Oh shit, I just called my father a dick. To his face. I’m so screwed.

“What did you just call me?” Steve could see the steam coming out of his dad’s ears. He hadn’t been this mad since -

“Hello, you must be the infamous Mr. Harrington,” Eddie said as he joined them in the living room. He stuck his hand out, then thought better of it and wiped it on his pants first. “Sorry, my hands are a bit wet. Was chopping up some peppers so I just washed them.”

This was a very bold move on Eddie’s part, and yet he was completely fearless about it. 

“Who are you?” Steve’s dad asked, the red in his face paling just a bit as he settled on confusion. 

“I’m Steve’s boyfriend. Eddie. Nice to meet you, sir.” Eddie kept his hand held out until Mr. Harrington shook it out of sheer awkwardness. It was clear Eddie was not one to back down. 

Oh, also - they hadn’t officially labeled themselves as boyfriends yet. They totally were, obviously, they just hadn’t had the confirmation yet. 

Well, no time like the present?

“Boyfriend?” Steve’s dad questioned, his anger returning. “Oh, well I - I didn’t know you had one of those.” Eddie snickered at the choice of words. One of those. Jesus Christ, this guy sucks.

Mr. Harrington was a lot of things, but at least he wasn’t homophobic. Well, not outwardly. The bisexuality thing was a lot for him to get used to, but it was 2023 - being against gay people just made him look like a dick, and Mr. Harrington had a reputation to keep. 

“Yep,” Steve confirmed. “Eddie is my boyfriend.” He turned to Eddie and shared a look, communicating that yeah - they’d both just decided to be official in front of Steve’s dad. 

Pretty on brand for them, considering the way their relationship began in the first place. 

Mr. Harrington left after Steve promised to pay him back for the counseling sessions. 

“Damn,” Steve muttered once he left. 

“Yeah,” Eddie replied, rubbing the small of Steve’s back. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Steve said, still staring at the door. He shook his head. His dad and all that other bullshit was in the past, and this - what he had with Eddie, was what he needed to focus on. 

“Well, Steve,” Eddie said with a sigh. “I think we gotta get you on your own insurance.”

-

Things continued to go well, and three months later, they had another big conversation. 

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” Steve asked. 

“I dunno,” Eddie replied with a shrug. “I don’t usually do much for my birthday.”

“Yeah, well Robin loves birthdays, and she keeps telling me I need to plan something. What if we did laser tag or something?” 

Eddie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he turned to Steve with excitement.

“Watch out, you’re gonna make me fall in love with you,” Eddie said.

“Wait, you don’t love me yet?” Steve teased, tousling Eddie’s hair playfully.

“You wish,” Eddie joked back. “Steve, are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me?”

“Absolutely not,” Steve replied. “Not even a little bit.” They smirked at each other.

“But I’ve shown you my heart and soul in therapy,” Eddie continued, flashing his puppy-dog eyes.

“We both did that,” Steve countered.

“But I wrote you a song??” Eddie argued. It was true - Eddie had done that. It was extremely sexual, mostly, but in an endearing and sweet way.

“Oh my god,” Steve said, as if he had just realized something. “You totally do love me, don’t you?” 

Eddie’s grin fell from his face as his skin went pale. 

“So, anyway, laser tag sounds perfect,” he replied, effectively ending the conversation.

“I’m onto you, Munson,” Steve noted, putting an arm around Eddie’s waist as they walked into the coffee shop that had now become their usual.

Because yeah - they were in love, and they both knew it - but neither of them would reveal that fact until they came across another perfectly weird moment.

They were due for one any day now.

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[evansbby]

My dilf story was literally a nightmare like…

I was dating this 40 year old man, and I had JUST turned 20 😭 I thought he was so hot, and he was rich so I thought I was living my y/n life. Anyways, he was married which I didn’t know. He told me he had kids, but that he was divorced. (idk what i was thinking, like i was ready to be a step mom at freshly twenty yrs old 😭) Eventually after like six months of us together, his wife found out and made my life hell. She found out where I worked and started screaming at me, and at that time I worked at a law firm, like it was very professional 😭😭 She called me a whore, a slut, a home wrecker, lots of racist shit (i’m colombian, she was literally calling me a bean muncher? saying shit like ‘go back to where you came from’💀) and I literally had no idea what she was talking about. ALSOO SHE LITERALLY SAID ‘go find another n word whose dick you can suck’ AS A WHOLE WHITE WOMAN LIKE WHAT??!! I WAS SO CONFUSED 😭😭 She then threw her coffee at me (thankfully it was cold), then keyed my car, slashed my tires and smashed every window.….yeahh 😀. Fun. Ruined my career there so I obviously had to quit (found a way better job afterwards thank god). Safe to say I broke up with him. It was this whole thing, like he was trying to gaslight me into thinking that that was his ex and that she was delusional 💀 He ended up paying for the damages, and paid my rent months in advance bc he wanted to make it up to me and get back together. We did not. After that he was still trying to see me and apologize, AND HE WAS STILL MARRIEDDD UGHH WHY ARE MEN LIKE THIS??? Two weeks later my period was late and I found out I was pregnant…yup…that motherfucker knocked me up😭😭

Now three years later and I’m watching reruns of every shrek movie with my baby girls...yes plural, as in twins 😭 I just want to clarify that I love my babies very much, and I honestly wouldn’t change it for the world 🙏🏼🩷🩷 He’s still married to that woman, pays a shit ton of child support and yes he does spend time with our daughters, but his wife hates my guts even though I tried to explain everything to her. So yeah, I do not let my daughters near her. He can only see our kids if I’m there as well, bc like I said, his wife hates me and literally threatened to kill me and my babies when I was pregnant.

So if you’re thinking about being with a dilf. don’t. Go read some dilf fanfics and stay at home 💀 I also lost my virginity to him, and even though the sex was amazing, i still feel guilty that I unknowingly slept with a married man. Stay safe girlies 🩷🩷

girl-

you managed to shock me with each passing paragraph like GIRL ARE YOU OKAY?!?!? that is… a lot to go through… from creepy older man to unknowing adultery to crazy wife to lying to RACISM to BABIES??? PLURAL??? TWINS??? 😭😭😭 bestie you went through it all !!! And more!

And this is what I mean like these older men who go after younger girls are highkey such LOSERS fr most of the time!!! I know we all have our dilf fantasies but the truth is why can’t these men be with someone their own age??? Why do they have to be with a girl freshly 20 or younger whom they have nothing in common with???

Also bestie the whole time I read this jaw dropping tale of yours, the part I hated the most was her embarrassing you in your JOB! Like I was thinking I hope she didn’t ruin your career and I’m so glad you have a better job now!!! And two cutie baby girls 🥹🥹🥹

But yeah, I think dilf fantasies are best left as fantasies lol

[1moreff-creator]

DR:OS - Prologue Bonus Scenes First Impressions

DROS content… yay :D As you might expect, this’ll probably be shorter than most of my other posts, given the length of the Bonus Scenes, but I’m sure there’ll be quite a bit for me to talk about anyways :)

I actually sent in a form for this! I wonder if any of the ones I chose will end up here. We’ll see!

CW: None (well, possibly implied medical malpractice depending on what Vivi’s deal is, but I can’t tell for sure :v)

Vivi & Kennedy

Hey! This is one of the ones I sent in! I figured it might be funny to see one the most obviously weird and suspicious talents (Mad Doctor) interact with the Conspiracy Theorist, though I’m fine with whatever direction the convo takes. I just like both these guys :)

Vivi PoV let’s go.

“Kennedy: Kennedy Rey, Ultimate Conspiracy Theorist, any pronouns. You seem to have a lot of good ideas. I hope we can work together moving forward.” Yay friendship :D

“[Vivi thoughts]: A “Conspiracy” Theorist… that’s someone who it could be really useful to have on our team, and someone who probably has a lot of ideas! I wonder what his area of expertise is…?” Cool to see Kennedy’s not immediately being dismissed, but I guess it makes sense with Vivi’s whole deal.

“Kennedy: Mad Doctor, huh?

I frown.

Vivi: What about it?

Kennedy: How’d you earn the title?

Vivi: Well… I think they gave it to me for my more… innovative…? Methods. I don’t think it’s really fair, though. I mean, all of my methods work! Why are they considered “mad” if they work…?” Vivi really seems to resent the title, which I guess makes sense if, like they say, all their methods work. 

“Kennedy nods, lost in thought. 

Kennedy: What do you think about the staff?” This is a change in topic, isn't it? I wonder what Kennedy was lost in thought about!

“Vivi [talking about the staff’s mask]: So, does that imply an audience beyond the sixteen of us?

Kennedy’s eyes light up.

Kennedy: An audience beyond us… that’s a good idea. There are cameras positioned everywhere. This… if this is being filmed and marketed, what does that say…?” Damn they figured that one out fast, if it’s true. Hot damn.

“Kennedy: I’m glad to meet a like-minded individual here. Everyone else is thinking too far inside the box.

Vivi: Thinking outside the box is my specialty! It sounds like it might be yours, too.” I really like this partnership! They’re both equally insane so it balances out, it’s really fun. Very glad I asked for this one :D

Antonia & Paris

I also sent this one in! Antonia content let’s go!!!

“[Antonia Thoughts]: I wrap up my conversation in the Courtyard and do my best to look natural, twirling my hair around my finger “absentmindedly.” Someone’s listening in. It would be unfair to let her get all the information without getting any myself, wouldn’t it?” She’s so good actually. Pretending not to notice when Paris is listening in… Antonia’s fantastic :D

“Paris: Slay!” Antonia don’t- Don’t take this literally please xD

“[Antonia’s thoughts]: It makes sense that a gossip would be looking for as much information as possible, but I obviously can’t tell her everything about myself. Besides, the point of this conversation is for me to learn more about her.” This is before the killing game even starts by the way. Antonia’s just Like This and that’s great. Mind you, she’s not even the only one (see: Cass and even Ellis to an extent), which is even greater.

“Paris: Aw, thanks babe! I do travel a lot, but I don’t recognize this place either.” Lore (Paris travels) :O

“[Antonia’s Thoughts]: If this were truly a hostage situation, I would question the reason for some of the choices of our captors. [...] Honestly, if that’s the case, why not just start and end with Harper…?” I did notice Harper had a lot of followers in the Twitter followers ask, so between that and Antonia’s comment it does seem ve’s pretty rich. Though Paris also had quite a lot of followers, didn’t she?

“Paris: Well, duh! All my followers know that there’s no replacing me~” How do I keep commenting on stuff right before it gets brought up.

“Antonia: Your followers? What for?

Paris: Oh, they just love me! I post pictures and videos and talk with them and everything, and they give me all their love in return.” Well, there’s the answer for why she had that many followers. I wonder if she’s more a blogger or a drama influencer. The things she says sorta fit blogger better, but the talent would imply drama. Something to think about maybe.

“Paris: Yeah… Do you have anyone at home you’re worried about? Anyone you’re missing?” Very interesting question… Will Antonia answer honestly?

“Antonia: Well, I’m sure my sister would be worried if I disappeared for too long.” Antonia lore??? I’m not fully discounting a lie, but I can’t fully see what the point of that would be. So for now, lore it is!

“Paris: Uh, duh! I have, like, tons of friends. I’m sure they wouldn’t know what to do without me.” Can’t help but note the lack of family mention here. Might mean nothing, but it’s worth noting down I guess.

“Paris: Speaking of friends… anyone in the killing game you’ve gotten to know particularly well so far?

Switching tactics, I see. That might work on someone less suspecting, but I’m not about to let her read me better than I can read her.” I’m so glad I asked for this, the mind games are insane and I’m grinning silly xD

“Antonia: I’m only just getting to know the others. I wouldn’t say there’s anyone who I immediately clicked with, but if we’re forced to stay here for longer, that may change.

Paris: Mmm. Well, if you’re ever curious about someone, let me know. I make it a project to learn about everyone else, you know~

Antonia: Of course.” Now I could see that thing about not clicking with anyone being a lie, since there’s zero chance in my mind Antonia would actually answer that truthfully if she really had clicked with someone. However, I imagine she isn’t lying, the truth just happens to be the most convenient thing for her to say. And Paris’ project is fun, I wonder if it’ll end up being important in plot/trials?

“[Antonia’s Thoughts]: We both stare at each other for a moment. If I had to give the sentiment a name, I’d call it “mutual respect.””

“If she hasn’t, she should try playing poker.” I am really glad I asked for this one, these two are on the same wavelength and it’s great to see :D

Grace & Cass

I didn’t ask for this one, but it’s quite intriguing, I like it! These two also happen to be mine and accirax’s pre-CH1 mastermind guesses, which is funny.

“I’m 14/15 introductions in, and it’s around 7:45 PM.” I like that just from this line I can guess this is a Grace PoV :p

“Cass: It’s about time I met an Ultimate who actually creates something. My talent is pretty useless without anything to market, so I was hoping I’d be able to help at least one of you with my services. As it turns out, the last person I met was the one who best fit the description.” Oh, yeah! I did think about this at some point, how Cass’ comment that no one had talents that were about making anything kinda didn’t work with Grace, so it makes perfect sense she met them last!

“Grace: You’re quite eager.

Cass: Well, would you be interested?” Grace is right, it’s interesting that Cass is this committed to agent work. I guess she’s an Ultimate for a reason, but I have to wonder if there’s other reasons, like money issues…

“Grace: I’ve just opened my own shop.” Grace lore :O Sorta anti-mm coded, unless they’re just lying I guess :p {Just so we're clear I bring up mm stuff because of the aforementioned funny coincidence with the mm guesses :p}

“Cass: Well, in that case, I could help you find clients for commissions, or just generally broaden your marketing. Keep me in mind if you’re ever looking for someone.” And this is sorta anti-mm coded for Cass lmao.

[The conversation about goals and wasting time] Really interesting perspectives, and this already seems like a fun little connection between these two. 

“Cass: I don’t waste time talking to just anyone if I don’t believe it’ll help me achieve my long-term goals. But if I decide it’s worth it, I’m not easily swayed. Right now, I’ve decided I want to talk to you, and that’s the best use of my time.” In particular, it’s funny we’re talking so much about time to the Clockmaker, who is very “no-time wasting”-minded themselves :p

“Grace: What are your long-term goals, if I might ask?

They smile.

Cass: I’m not gonna go around talking about that kind of thing immediately, especially not with cameras everywhere. I’ve got big plans once I’m back out in the real world. But, foundations are laid here.” … ???

Well, very glad someone asked for this pair! Cass was the character I was most lost on in terms of what their deal was, but this sounds like it could be a pretty fun thing to explore moving forward!

“[Grace’s Thoughts]: It’s nice to be told directly what motivates someone. It makes it far easier to predict their behavior, and eliminates the need for some future conversation. If I can trust it, that is.” Everyone thinks and talks like they’re playing mind games 24/7 what is this. I love it xD

“Grace: It’s 7:56, and it takes around 3 minutes to get from here to [the Movie Theater].

Cass: Right. I suppose you are the one to listen to as an expert on time.

Grace: Clockmaker’s intuition. I hate being late, so we should head out now.” Sounds like a quirk that might be useful in trials actually, maybe I should note that one down… 

Actually yeah, let’s do that! Apart from the “canon notes”, the ones that Ellis keeps in the e-Handbook, I’ll add my own set of notes I feel could end up being important somehow, be it character analysis or actual murder mystery. You know, just for fun :)

Non-Canon Note: Clockmaker’s Intuition - Grace can seemingly accurately tell how much time a task will take on intuition alone.

“Grace: Right. I suppose I will keep your name in mind in the future, if it’s so important to you.

They smile.

Cass: I’ll keep yours in mind too, then.“ Aw, neat duo :)

-

Well, I’m really happy two of the three pairs I sent in got a Bonus Scene, they were awesome! The third one I sent in was Taylor & Vanessa if you’re curious, chosen based on their little interaction at the end of the prologue. The others were just characters I was curious about and thought they’d make fun duos: the crazy talent people (Kennedy & Vivi) and the social game talent duo (Antonia & Paris). I enjoyed them a lot, and I also really enjoyed the Grace & Cass one! Really neat little activity, can’t wait for the first episode of CH1! :D See ya’! 

[gold-rhine]

Morax & Guizhong, first meeting.

He would always remember how they met in the fields of glaze lilies, where she made a PowerPoint presentation on why they should work together and insinuated that he’s kind of dumb.

Warnings: none, safe for view, can be read as platonic or a bit shippy.

A\N: Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned. I wrote this as a part of another fic, but in the end it didn’t fit the structure, so I’m posting this as standalone bc I like how it turned out. I hate that “Memory of Dust” is described as “dumbbell” in English when it’s obviously a puzzle, but I had to roll with it. Guizhong basically has nano-particles powers bc I think it’s fun.

Wordcount: 2,5k

Guizhong clasped her hands together, hiding them in her long sleeves. She tended to get jittery when nervous and it was no time for that.

“Lord Morax,” she said solemnly, watching him from across the field. He looked both as she imagined him and the complete opposite at once. He radiated power and confidence, but wasn’t huge or bulky as she expected. Of course, a god didn’t need muscles to fight, but from his reputation as a reckless, brutal fighter she thought he’d want to take a form boasting of warrior prowess. After all, the god of rock just kind of implied a mountain of a man. But he was very tall and sort of narrow, without any warrior regalia, intense gold eyes with red paint under them and long black hair, turning to burnt amber at the ends. She remembered that he was a dragon and perhaps this slim and sharp build made sense for someone used to a snake-like body. “I offer you my greetings. You probably don’t know who I am, so allow me to introduce myself, I’m…”

“I’ve heard of you,” he had a deep, calm voice and watched her with polite indifference. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Lady Guizhong?”

Okay, but how should she start? She had a list of arguments in defense of her offer that she thoroughly prepared, but she hasn’t thought of the openings. To be honest, she expected a loud warlord, not someone this taciturn and serious.

“I would like to propose an alliance,” no sense in dragging this out.

He looked at her for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“You are known as a wise and kind-hearted goddess. I would welcome you in my court.”

His expression barely changed. As she expected, with his reputation as a conqueror who never knew defeat and a fair ruler, he was used to people pledging their allegiance and accepted it as a given.

She took a deep breath and tried to sound calm and confident, though her palms were sweating inside of her sleeves.

“No. I will not join you as a follower, only as an equal.”

That finally got his attention. He blinked in surprise, then folded his arms, gold eyes focusing on her.

“And why would I want to share my power with you?” he raised an eyebrow, but his voice stayed calm, with just barely noticeable undercurrent of irony.

“I’m glad you asked,” she smiled and dragged the basket full of scrolls out of the lilies at her feet. Both of his eyebrows disappeared under the disheveled black bangs. “I’ve prepared a list of arguments. Though, I imagine, as a priority you’d like to know why you should take me seriously on the battlefield. Well, let’s get this unpleasant topic out of the way first,” she sighed and waved her hand at him. “Please make one of your stone spears.”

He watched her with taciturn amusement, head cocked to the side, then smirked sharply and made a brisk motion with his hand. A rock spear twice her height smashed into the ground precisely at her feet, not touching, but close enough that the basket next to her shuddered. Guizhong flinched, but stopped herself from stepping back and threw him a glare.

He wasn’t taking her seriously yet, but was willing to indulge her just to see where this is going, which was good enough for now. She had some aces up her sleeve.

She took a deep breath and focused on the spear in front of her. Rocks crumble into dust because they were always made of it, every stone is actually a collection of dust particles, densely packed together. And so, she knew how to call the dust within the rock to her will. It was the easiest with natural mountains, which already were weathered by time and ready to turn to dust without much resistance.

Stones created by Morax were different. They were unusually solid, called into existence by the power of a deity and so appeared wholesale, without internal fractures or inconsistencies, unlike stones that formed naturally. But she thought of it, visited the battlefields to study his spears and learned to call the dust in them too.  

It wasn’t working now though. Spears on the battlefields were weeks, sometimes months old, they had time to be corrupted by wind and rains. This one was just created, and so was flawless, without any cracks for her to exploit.

Guizhong gritted her teeth, her fists clenching hard enough that her nails left the marks on her palms. She couldn’t fail right now, couldn’t show herself as a fool when so much was riding on this. She searched frantically for the smallest flaw to get in and unravel it, until the picture snapped into view, like an optical illusion finally coming into focus. It was a perfectly structured grid with no points of failure, but it was still a grid of dust. She didn’t need a fracture to claim it and had never needed it.

She smiled and extended her hand, meeting his gold eyes.

“Every rock turns to dust,” she snapped her fingers and the top of the spear started softly crumbling. “And I can always take what is mine.”

Morax visibly tensed up, now actually taken aback, then turned back to her, no longer looking amused. She smiled wider in triumph, while the spear was still turning to dust from the top down.

“I don’t have delusions of grandeur, I realize that I don’t have the firepower to take you on by myself. I mean, I do have a knack for war machines, so maybe with an ambush and the right strategy… No, but realistically, I’d make an alliance with someone else, who could strike hard enough when I crumble your defenses.”

“That’s a very convincing point,” his voice was flat, but eyes much colder than before. “Now explain to me why I should let you leave alive.”

“I don’t actually want to bring you down, I just thought as a warrior, you won’t take me seriously unless you believe I can be a threat. I’m not trying to blackmail you into an alliance.”

“Thrilled to hear,” he said dryly, still eyeing her incredulously. “What are you trying to do, then?”

Perhaps she miscalculated. She proceeded on the assumption that he would value combat strength above all and didn’t adjust her plans even though nothing in his actual appearance and conduct supported it. Now she had to tread lightly.

“I have much resourcefulness to offer,” she clasped her hands again and forced herself to speak slowly and choose her words carefully, keeping her tone neutral. ”You see, humans are as small and fragile as dust. Because they are so small, they know not when they will lose their lives to disaster or strife, and so they are afraid. Because they are afraid, they try so hard to become more intelligent. This I understand. So I thought that since there is such a gulf between us in strength, I should use technique and wisdom instead. With your brawn and my brains, this city would surely become a great one."

He let her speak with the same guarded expression, then looked away for a moment, and when he met her gaze again there was tension around his eyes she wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“My brawn? Is that why you sought after me, for military strength?”

To keep her people safe, she often had to deal with gods stronger than herself and in all of her experience, conquerors loved to hear their accomplishments on the battlefield being praised. But somehow he seemed so unlike anyone she’s ever had to deal with. It was clear, the neutral tone wasn’t going to work, she had to commit to either sticking to her initial plan of talking with a warrior or to instead treat him as… as what? She had no clue, aside from that it’s someone very different.

She bit her lip and took the risk of talking sincerely instead of diplomatically.

“I’m… No, not at all. I wouldn’t want to join just any warlord, no matter how strong. I heard that you are merciful and let even lost souls join you, and so your followers are loyal to you out of love and not fear. I heard that you spent many days borrowing the mountains in search of a blind dragon just because it was crying for help, and then granted it eyes and freedom. That once your people were plagued by the aquatic pests and you went door to door to every home and caught them all by yourself. This all tells me you are kind and fight to protect, not for glory or power. That you are building an empire to serve it, and not for it to serve you. And so from all this I thought no matter how different, we share the same dream.”

He kept silent, and as always when panicking, she slipped into overexplaining.

“By brawn, I didn’t mean just prowess in a fight, I meant your general strength. I think you’re used to choosing the most direct, straightforward solutions because you know you have power to back it up, so you don’t even start to consider other options. I’m, on the opposite, used to having little resources, so I’m very good at calculating cost-effectiveness. I think I could use more material basis and you could benefit greatly from my ability to optimize. Frankly, I decided to join you when I heard of the story of how you've dealt with parasites. I mean, personally going door to door? That’s so well-intended and yet so wasteful! How no one told you “Stop, no, what are you doing to yourself, there are so many other options”? I immediately thought, “I have to save this man”.

She forced herself to shut up, because that was probably too much sincerity and his eyebrows were disappearing under the bangs yet again. Under the desperate strike of inspiration, she raised her hand, and the rest of the stone spear crumbled down, leaving the small, intricately carved puzzle lock in the form of a dumbbell floating in the air.

“I think that by combining your solid foundation and my inventive precision, we can create something bigger than both of us.”

He eyed it, still looking impassive, and walked up to Guizhong, stopping a couple of steps ahead. Then he met her eyes and suddenly smirked.

“So you’re implying that I’m stupid?”

She blushed and smiled apologetically.

“I never said that. I only meant that when you have a hammer, and by hammer I mean giant rock spears, everything looks like a nail, and you could use some new perspectives.”

He actually smiled at that, a wide grin that showed inhumanly long fangs.

“But I do in fact think that I’m smarter with the currently present evidence,” she added cheekily. “But! The dumbbell I gave you is actually a puzzle lock. This is the mark of our pledge, and it is also my challenge to you. All my wisdom is hidden within this stone dumbbell. If you manage to solve it, I will admit that you’re at least as wise as I am."

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, chuckling, a deep rumbling sound, and she noticed that his gravelly voice could turn almost velvety when he was friendly. She could understand why he was so loved by his followers despite his initial stand-offishness. “So, are you going to finally show me these scrolls or are you planning to just keep insulting me?”

She fluttered her eyelashes with feigned innocence.

“I can do both. I’m very good at multitasking.”

Joking like that with the most fearsome conqueror in the land was objectively a dumb idea, but the difference between sharp, gilded intensity in his eyes to the interested, warm golden glow was almost dizzying. She’s never met anyone like him, but at the same time she felt like she knew him for a lifetime, knew that he was proud, but not arrogant, that his ego was not fragile enough to be hurt by friendly jabs.

“Okay, let’s start with agriculture, it’s honestly a basis for any great settlement,” she dropped to her knees and started rummaging through the scrolls. “Ugh, where is it?.. No, that’s the ballista schematics… the mining equipment…”

He sat down in the grass next to her and threw her a somewhat bashful glance.

“To be honest, in retrospect I do wish there was someone who stopped me from dealing with the pests like that. I now cannot stand even the smell of seafood.”

She clasped her hand over the mouth to stifle a horrified laugh, dropping the scrolls.

“Oh no! Oh, sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just the situation itself is so… You took preventative measures to make sure it’s not happening again, right?”

His smirk froze and his eyes widened, letting her know that he never thought of it and now was horrified by the idea. There was no monster or god powerful enough to brag about seeing the lord of stone scared, except for the goddess of dust who was now trying to stop wheezing.

“Oh no, you poor thing… Don’t worry, we’ll get to that, I won’t let it happen again on my watch. Now, where was I…Aha, here’s the agriculture scroll!”

She hesitated, because flowers were not the most comfortable surface to roll your scrolls over, but then he snapped his fingers and a small stone table rose up in front of them.

“Thank you! Oh, this is so convenient. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve thought “Ugh, I’d kill to have a block of stone right there.” I mean, I can create things by pressing dust, but it usually only works on small objects and if they are not supposed to be put under a lot of pressure. Which, in most projects I have, they are!... Sorry, I often get my thoughts derailed from the subject.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said with a dry grin and she blushed.

“You can interrupt me to get me back to the topic.”

“I don’t mind,” he shrugged, eyes still sparkling from laughter. “I think it’s interesting to hear you ramble.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so, because I tend to do that a lot… Anyway, agriculture! In my opinion, a well-planned and organized irrigation system is a key to…”

[writefullyrobin]

No spoilers past 1x10 if possible folks!

1x06 – Heartbreaker thoughts

It’s a 9-1-1 version of a Valentines Day slasher movie!

Isn’t one of the first rules of a first responder not to become a victim yourself? Buck and Athena obviously forgot that this ep because both wound up in sticky spots!

Firstly though, that was absolutely the worst proposal ever! Faking an air emergency? He deserved to be slapped after that stunt. How did he even get it into his head that this could be romantic? I’m glad Abby managed to catch what was actually wrong with the woman but how did she get through to her doctor so quickly I’m on hold for hours…

Chim is back! Yay! And they celebrate with a cake of his head with a rebar through it that made me laugh way too hard. Can you imagine working in the bakery that took that order? Props to whoever baked it for the set though, they should go on Bake Off.

I absolutely adored the scene of Athena practically drag racing through the streets of LA to deliver an organ for transplant while the most romantic soundtrack played in the background. I love this show’s humour.

Athena’s next emergency call out was where the real slasher fun came out. That woman was crazy. She needs some serious help. Ted, her date, was a complete dick – and how did he wind up dating more than one woman at once? He wasn’t that attractive – but he also didn’t deserve to be chopped up and then glued back together. It was disturbing.

Buck’s date nearly ended up with him on the morgue table too. Choking on bread? Chew your food!

It was very sweet how Bobby taught him to do his tie, and he’s his emergency contact. It does raise the question of where the heck is Buck’s family? This made me realise, other than that one scene at his frat boy party house where he currently lives, I know nothing about Buck’s family. Hen’s married with a kid. Chimney’s family has been confirmed to be in South Korea. Nothing about Buck’s though?

And even worse, I’m getting the impression Abby’s less invested in their relationship than Buck is. Her comments about Valentine’s Day and just wanting to put on some sexy underwear? Complete contrast to Buck who’s desperately trying not to fall into bad habits again. I mean, it’s fun to see the usual gender roles flipped a bit with the woman wanting a physical relationship and the guy the more emotional one, but it does make me wonder if they’re actually going to talk about what they both want from this relationship. They talk a lot, but neither have really discussed this point.

This was a fun ep. Love really does make people do crazy things!  

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Lico June Bride 4* Card Story

(note: Lico’s team’s show is based on the novel ‘Metropolis’ by Thea von Harbou.)

chapter 1 -starless hallway-

lico: Oh, Kotori-chan, could it be you’re here to see me?

saki: Yes, I was wondering if I could watch over today’s rehearsal.

lico: Ah, sorry we just finished up for today. I know, how about we have lunch together instead? If you’d like to that is.

saki: Huh? Are you sure that’s ok?

lico: Since it’s you I’m sure you’d be welcome to. Kongou won’t mind whipping up a meal for you either. C’mon, let’s go.

-starless kitchen, table area-

kongou: Sorry for the wait, Saki-chan. Here’s your portion.

saki: Thank you very much, Kongou-san.

kongou: And here’s yours Lico. By the way, your bridal performance seems to be going well.

lico: Hm? Well of course it is, I’m the lead role after all. But y’know… there’s some aspects to my role that I don’t like that much.

saki: Is that so?

lico: Like, Freder is a super rich elite right? But despite that he willingly chooses to disguise himself as a working class member of their society. For the sole purpose of getting to see Maria.

kongou: Isn’t that because he’s head over heels in love with her?

lico: No need to tell me that part, I obviously understand that already. I’m talking about the fact I don’t get how he could so easily throw away everything that makes him rich.

kongou: Ahh, so that’s what it is. I think the role of Freder suits you well though, Lico. I like the scene where you reach out your hand for Maria, it seems to be especially popular with the guests as well. They find it really cool. Right, Saki-chan?

saki: Yes, it made my heart race too.

lico: What are you saying all of a sudden… Well, since I’m the one performing it there’s no doubts the show will be a success. There’s no way I’m going to lose to Kei.

saki: Give it your all, Lico-san.

lico: Thanks, Kotori-chan. I’ll be there to meet you from the stage, so look forward to it ok?

-

chapter 2 -starless lobby-

lico: Welcome, Kotori-chan. I was waiting for you to arrive.

saki: Good evening, Lico-san.

lico: I hope you enjoy tonight’s show, allow me to escort you to your seat.

saki: Thank you, I’m looking forward to the performance.

-time pass, starless restaurant area-

saki: (Lico-san’s part is coming up soon.)

-cg

lico: “I’ve finally found you… Maria, to answer your cries I have come this far. Please, go ahead and take my hand.”

saki: (What a captivating performance… Hm? I feel like he’s been making eye contact with me for a while now. Maybe I’m just imagining things.)

-time pass, starless lobby-

saki: Good work, Lico-san.

lico: What did you think of tonight’s show? Do I even really need to ask that though, since I can already tell from your expression that you enjoyed it. It was great wasn’t it?

saki: Yes, it was a lot of fun. Your version of Freder was wonderful.

lico: I’m glad to hear it. The other day I mentioned not really liking Freder but… If I were to meet a woman where I truly felt that I want to live for her sake then… I could understand being able to throw away everything for her just a little bit. Today I tried to act whilst thinking about someone like that, were my feelings conveyed?

saki: Huh…?

saki: (Wait, could he be talking about when ours eyes met?)

-lico steps closer-

lico: Kotori-chan, there’s no way you didn’t notice right?

saki: U-umm…

lico: Hmm? Dodging the question are we? Well, not that I mind, I find that part of you is cute too after all.

—end

*Kotori-chan - Lico’s nickname for saki, it means little birdie

[sullustangin]

Little Boss

A/N:  So this is another prompt fic for @frutepye​ (I know I’m being as slow as molasses about these, but life  ~vaguely gestures ~~).  Here’s a fic about Blizz reuniting with Eva and her dislike of being called “Commander.” Some dialogue is drawn from the mission.  I apparently have some Jawa headcanons, so they’re in there too.

This can be 100% be read as the prequel to Theron’s adventures in Hello. 

I will give a minor content warning for Eva’s mental and physical health issues after carbonite.  They are mentioned, but not the focus.

Rating: PG (for the abovementioned)

Time:  Just after Chapter X of KotFE

Word Count: ~ 3000

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Hey, Commander Captain,

One of my smugglers recently stumbled upon a piece of tech we've never seen. We tried to get the thing working, but none of us can figure it out. When we brought it to Doc Oggurobb, he just rambled on about how it "defied all precepts of engineering" or something.

Whoever made this thing obviously has a way with tech. Seems like it's changed hands a lot, but I managed to track it all the way to a salvager on Hoth. Might be worth talking to this guy to see where he got it. The Alliance could use an inventor with a knack for doing the impossible with limited resources.

Hylo

Eva Corolastor harumph’ed at the corrected title – which was a bit ridiculous, now that they were months into this whole ‘end Arcann’ op.  She wondered if Lana had instituted a template for official Holo-Net mails within the network, and Eva’s insistence upon ‘Captain’ had thrown everything into disarray.  Sort of like her insistence on not living in the Commander’s Executive Suite and not being an armchair general.

“You’re very uncooperative.”

“That’s what you get for making a smuggler the savior of the galaxy.”

Eva looked at the bizarre little machine in the holo that Hylo had attached.  A strange sense of déjà vu came over her – this was familiar. Eva’s lips twisted into a frown.

She should be able to remember.  She should.  

Picking up the pieces after carbonite was difficult enough on a physical level.  The loss of memory and the dissociative episodes were another layer of awful.  Eva tilted her head to look at the holo again, trying to give her brain a good shake to trigger some sort of recall.

Nope.

Didn’t recognize it by sight.

Time to go to Hoth. Eva consulted the shared calendar Theron had set up for all of the major players in the Alliance, including himself. As much fun as they’d had on Hoth keeping each other warm during a recruiting trip, Theron had cordoned himself and his data off from everyone; he was on Odessen but strictly “no contact” until he finished his latest data dive.

Well, that left one other obvious candidate.

**

“No trees.”  Bowdaar reiterated his complaint from the last time they were on Hoth together, but he also gave praise.  “Cold still feels good on the fur – never hot here.”  

“Glad you’re looking on the bright side of things,” Eva said as she cinched her parka a little tighter around her.  The cold seemed to find every little hole, every gap in cover and capitalize upon it.

…It wasn’t because she was uncomfortable.  No. One of Valkorion’s little games was to mess with her thermostat; her core temperature never dropped to dangerous levels, so she was never hypothermic, really.  But he certainly gave the illusion, with full body shivers, blue lips, and the agony of never being warm.  Theron was a pro now at thwarting it; the Emperor hated him around. At the same time, because “cold” was now a default setting, it was all the more dangerous for Eva to be on Hoth.  She had to be triply careful in suiting up.

“Base official was very helpful.  Camp is where it should be,” Bowdaar crooned as he pointed a hooked claw in the settlement’s direction.  

“Well, we did blow up the giant death machine that was threatening them.  A little gratitude goes a long way,” she gaily responded. “C’mon.”

Eva and Bowdar crunched along in the snow toward the Jawa encampment.  Eva reached up to her earpiece to adjust the language settings to ‘looser translation.’ 

Jawa language constantly shifted depending on who did the most business with the Jawas in question.  It was a simple thing if they worked with those who spoke Basic, but once they started communicating with Hutts, Wookiees, Trandoshians – anyone who didn’t or couldn’t speak Basic – their language evolved and reformed itself to suit needs.  What was ‘precisely correct’ last year might not be this year.  

It wasn’t the words that caught her off-guard.  It was the voice.  Jawas did have distinctive voices, despite the stereotypes.  This one was a little raspy and their accent was more neutral  -- not leaning Pub or Imp.  (Yes, Jawas did have accents too.)  

“Jreely!  Blizz need new roto-hammer!”

Bowdaar pulled up short alongside Eva.  “You hear it too.”

The Jawa apparently known as Jreely responded rather petulantly, “What Blizz want Jreely do about roto-hammer? Blizz build only one.  Why anyone else make stupid roto-hammer?”

Bowdaar and Eva exchanged a look, and both smiled, in their own ways.  It was Blizz!  He’d been on Gronn’s crew, but the crews of Virtue’s Thief and Ash Angel had gone more than a few rounds in a cantina and worked a few ops together.  Corellia, Makeb, Rishi, even Yavin 4, and some time in between.

…even though the last one, Gronn wasn’t around anymore…

Eva shoved that thought away – he was dead, but she was still alive, and so was Blizz, and he would totally want her to –

“Roto-hammer only stupid to stupid-Jawa like Jreely.  Do exactly what Blizz want, not like stupid Jreely!”  Blizz shook a finger at Jreely who signalled his surrender with a wave of his hands and a slouch in his robe.  

Blizz seemed to realize, at that moment, that he had an audience.  He startled at the long shadow cast by Bowdaar and used his hand as a make-shift visor to stare up the 10-foot-tall Wookiee.  But about halfway up bandoleer, Blizz’s bright yellow eyes jumped to Bowdaar’s right.  

“LADY BOSS!” he exclaimed with a jump.  “Oh! Lady Boss!  Lady Boss!  Lady Boss finally find Blizz!  Jreely, look, it Lady Boss, Blizz Boss friend.”  Impatiently he motioned Eva down toward him.

At his request, Eva crouched down in the cold snow, and Blizz bounced into an embrace.  

Jreely was thoroughly unimpressed.  Jawas typically did not like people bending or crouching down to talk them, but apparently, Blizz felt Eva’s arrival merited an exception, at least for a minute.

“Glad I found you, Blizz. Didn’t expect to find you back here on Hoth, of all places.”  Once the hug was done, Blizz motioned for Eva to stand back up.  As she did so, Blizz gave Bowie’s shin a gentle punch, and the Wookiee’s huge palm came down to give Blizz’s head a good thump.

Eva’s shattered memory offered up a fragment of an early night at one of the few surviving cantinas on Corellia.  “Jreely – wasn’t that the name of the guy who sold you out?”

“Yup!”  Blizz slapped Jreely on the back so hard he nearly knocked the other Jawa over.  “Jreely think he be better off with White Maw, but he wrong.  Blizz think Jreely learned lesson, so Blizz help Jreely escape.”

“You were always a sweetheart, you know that?” Eva said with a smile.

The mumbling that ensued indicated that Blizz still didn’t know how to handle compliments from Lady Boss, and this time it was Jreely’s turn to slap him on the back to reboot his system.  “Where Lady Boss been?” he finally asked.

Eva froze.  What a simple question.  What a complicated answer.

Bowdaar, who’d mastered the art of schmoozing at his Platform Six Cantina, cut in gracefully. “You hear of the Outlander, the one who slew the Emperor?”

“Blizz has.”

“You know of the great Star Fortress over Hoth that fell?”

“Blizz make big credits from salvage!”

Bowdaar whickered and asked, more quietly, “You hear whispers of resistance, led by the Outlander?”

Blizz and Jreely both looked around, checking for nosy listeners in.  Then both Jawas nodded in unison.

Eva waved, half-heartedly.

Blizz considered this for a good minute.  “Lady Boss never abandon friends.  Blizz think dead… but now not.”  Then he asked, concerned, “Lady Boss in jail?”

“Something like that.” They could go over the specifics later. “What have you been up to, these past five years?” Eva asked instead.

Blizz brightened up at this shift in questioning.  “Blizz own boss now.  Have crew and everything!  Blizz crew hutn scrap and salvage and Hoth have lot of both, so Blizz build base!” Blizz turned to point toward a larger structure further back in the encampment.  “Blizz make sand crawler into white-sand crawler!”

Snow, Eva mentally corrected the translator.  

“It…um… not finished yet. Blizz think maybe parts lost rebuilding!” Blizz tried to minimize the technical snafu…and the obvious problem of it being a sandcrawler, not a snowcrawler.

Eva reassured him, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.  In the meantime, I could use your help with something.”

“Blizz always ready to help Lady Boss!”  Blizz motioned excitedly with both hands.  “Blizz happy Lady Boss come back and find Blizz.  Boss want Blizz and crew to help hunt bounty?  Help smuggle salvage?”

Eva reached into her interior parka pocket and pulled out the device that had puzzled Hylo and the rest of the Alliance base.  “Seen one of these before?”

Blizz peered at the device for a split second before grabbing it right out of her hand.  “Oh!  Blizz been looking for that!  Blizz thought Blizz lose forever on shaky-planet that fell apart.  Thanks!”

Makeb – good times there, Eva … sort of recalled.  She remembered the feelings better than actual events, but that was progress.  

“You know where more tech like this exists?” Eva asked, not bothering to fight for the item back.

Blizz looked up at Eva almost quizzically.  “Of course Blizz know.  Blizz make this for cleaning.  Make things not stick to other things.  Blizz finally keep grease out of robes again!”  

Before anyone could stop him, Blizz spun around and attached the device to Jreely and activated it using a datapad.  There was an audible ‘ZAP’ and ‘SIZZLE’ and Jreely took off like a blaster bolt.

Bowdaar huffed, the equivalent of a Wookiee laugh.

 “Still works!” Blizz happily reported.  “Blizz want to thank boss for bringing Blizz stuff back. Blizz work for boss free of charge! But… um…

Jreely screeched from somewhere behind a tent, “FREE?!  FREE!?”

Blizz ignored him.  “Blizz need to finish job Blizz doing here first. Blizz always finish job like Boss taught.”

Eva gave him a half-smile at the memory.  “Just like Gronn taught.”

Blizz nodded vigorously. “Important Jedi-man hire Blizz and crew to hunt little box he leave in starship dead-place.”

“A little box?” Eva knew that there were … recorders?  Holos? Something that Jedi and Sith looked for all over the galaxy.  For some reason, the sands of Tatooine popped into her head.  She’d have to go back to the ship’s logs for this one.

“Yup!  Jedi-man tell Blizz where to find little box, but when Blizz and crew look ship gone!”  Blizz gestured out in the distance to the starship graveyard of Hoth.  “Blizz think what left of White Maw pirates maybe salvage wreck.  It strange though.”

“How so?” Eva asked, pulling out her macrobinoculars to get a preliminary scan of the wreck sites. The snow and the pirates had probably completely changed the landscape of Hoth over the last few years.  Add on top a blown-up Star Fortress, and stars knew what everything looked like now.

“White Maw sloppy. They only take best parts and leave rest – not usually take whole ship.”  Blizz shrugged.  “Blizz not even find loose screws!”

“Out of character for them,” Eva said, scanning the horizon.

“Blizz make things to help crew hunt.  Boss give to crew, maybe show new hunters how job done?”  The voice was exceedingly hopeful.

Eva tore her eyes away from their task. “Are you delegating, Boss?”

The Jawa laugh was gratingly high-pitched, but from Blizz, it was endearing.  

**

After giving her condolences to Dakk’ik over his lately deceased whomp rat, Eva hailed “Boss” on the holo comm.  Before she could get a word in, Blizz burst out, “Blizz have news!  Blizz crew find lead on little Jedi-man box!”  Bowdaar’s datapad buzzed with received coordinates. “Blizz spot little Ug-man poking around starship dead-place, so Blizz follow and find whole crew of Ug-men stealing salvage!  They have ship that Jedi-man say he stash little box in!  Blizz going take posse and get box.  Boss want to come?”

“Sounds good.  We’ll meet you at the camp.”  

Blizz clapped his hands twice, and the signal faded out.  

Bowdaar grumbled, “Ug-men?”

“I’m thinking Ugnaughts. Corso and I ran into a bunch of them on Coruscant.  Kind of like Jawas, but they often have a purpose and a plan to everything they do – not as… creative as Jawas.  They take a lot of pride in their work.”  Eva pulled out her own datapad. “Wonder what they’re working on out here.  And for whom?”

Bowdaar pushed the datapad back toward her parka.  “Detective work can wait until you’re in a warmer place, Little Girl.”  

She must have been looking a little blue, she realized.  As in cyanosis, not sadness.

**

The cave where the Ugnaughts had set up shop was indeed warmer on the inside compared to the harsh environs of Hoth’s surface.  Blizz and his crew were particularly enthusiastic and zealous about wiping out a rival team.  “Hah! Stupid Ug-men!  That show them not to mess with Jawas!”  Blizz patted Eva’s thigh.  “Lady Boss was great.  Blizz miss helping Lady Boss!”

Before Blizz could get too carried away, Jreely staggered over with the weight of what appeared to be a holoprojector in his hands.  “Boss, Jreely find little box like- Jedi-man want!  Look!”

Blizz inspected the device before making a disdainful, untranslatable noise.  “Look old and cheap.  Guess Jedi poor.  Blizz hope he have credits!”   Blizz carefully put the holoprojector down on the cave floor and pulled out a direct-line holocomm to his buyer.  

Eva watched as the signal came to life, but no visual from the other end appeared.  Odd.  

“Hello!  Hello!”  Blizz hailed the buyer.  “Jedi-man? Blizz have good news!”

“Are you calling from a bathroom?”

Eva felt her heart flip. She darted a look at Bowdaar, who stared in surprise at the holocomm

Only so many sentients sounded like that and would say something like that – and they knew one of them.  

Jedi-man, a holo-projector – Eva’s mind put the pieces together even as he continued to speak.  “I mean, I felt that we would speak soon, I’d hoped sooner.”

There was the con. That voice he’d used on her and Akaavi while pretending to be a full-fledged Jedi.  

Eva smirked as she leaned toward Blizz’s comm unit.  Using her best Port Nowhere customer service voice, Eva said, “Your device is safe and we’ll return it shortly.”

“Uh, that’s great.”  The man on the other end suddenly sounded uneasy again – like he knew what he heard but didn’t quite believe it.  Then the moment was gone.  “Wait, you didn’t open it, did you?  Don’t open it,” he quickly insisted.

Blizz stared at the comm unit.  “Um, Blizz not open yet.  Just find thing.  Now Blizz curious.”  His eyes darted over to the device on the ground.

“Don’t open it!  I-I won’t pay otherwise!!”  The stutter was marked, and it reminded Eva of the time Akaavi put fear of all things holy and unholy into him for looking at her wrong.

Good times.  Better times.

Eva couldn’t stop the grin from coming anyway, nor the impulse to torture Guss Tuno for a few minutes. “Sounds like this night be worth something to another buyer,” Eva said in a stage-whisper to Blizz, who rocked back and forth on his heels in silent laughter.

“I SERIOUSLY DOUBT IT!” came the shout right over the line. “It’s… uh… sentimental.”

Now Bowdaar had to take a walk up to the front of the cave before he starting laughing.  “I bet it is” was the last comment Eva heard before he disappeared around the bend in the cave.

Blizz tilted his head, as if doing the credit math in his head. “Blizz think this cost extra.  Jedi-man never say Blizz can’t open and now Blizz be up all night wondering.”

“WHAT?”  But then all too quickly, the Jedi-man said, “Okay, okay, okay – Fine!  Just get it back to me soon. Unopened.  And don’t think I won’t know.  I’m a Jedi!”

And before Eva could say anything, before she could let Guss in on the joke, he cut the comm link.  “Guss!” she said, too late.

Then Blizz remembered the voice too, and he shook the comm unit frantically, to no avail.

The conversation was over.

Blizz jabbed at the device several times before looking regretfully up at Eva.  “All gone.  Sorry, Lady Boss.”  

The cave lights they wore on their parkas gave the cave an eerie glow, and their shadows played across the walls in the still.

Guss was alive, but he’d slipped right out of her hands.  

…but Guss was alive, and that beat the hell out of the alternative.  “I’m guessing your contract involves a dead drop?”

Blizz nodded, apologetically.  

“Eh, we’ll track him down. He’s slick, but as subtle as a shriekhawk.”  Eva gave the holoprojector a nudge with her foot.  “And we probably shouldn’t open that.  There’s probably something dirty in there.”

“Blizz think seal is intact – should be clean!”  

Eva stopped him before he could touch the holoprojector.  “I’ll explain later.  Good job on a contact well done – with bonus credits.”

That made Blizz jump excitedly.  “See! Blizz do good work still!  Lady Boss ready for Blizz and crew to come work for Lady Boss?”

Eva paused and then asked, “You sure?  You got this whole operation on Hoth – you are your own boss.  Don’t have to answer to anyone.”

“Yup.  But Hoth boring.  Lady Boss and Boss never boring.  Blizz know how to do good for Lady Boss!”

Eva grabbed key card from her parka pocket.  “Feed that into any nav computer you can get your hands on, and it’ll take you and the crew to my base.  We’ll take it from there.”

Blizz happily accepted the card, and it disappeared into his robes.  “Hmmm.”  Blizz’s mind was already on the next thing.  “Lady Boss Outlander.  Boss always been Blizz boss.  Lady Boss is Boss friend.  Boss gone now.  But now Blizz boss.  Lady Boss is Blizz boss friend?”  

Eva nodded to confirm.

“…so Blizz still call Lady Boss?”

Eva gave him a smile. “Sure beats ‘Commander.’”

~~

I hope this brightens your day, @frutepye !  For Blizz’s arrival on Odessen, read Hello.