#and is now VERY glad to not be that target despite craving it when I was younger

[big-tiddy-goth-ghoulfriend]

I was making dinner a few nights ago (zuppa toscana in bread bowls) when I had a million dollar idea followed immediately by crushing disappointment. I was standing in the kitchen, like you do when you make dinner, sleeves rolled above the elbow, chopping potatoes, performing an inspired duet with my bluetooth speaker.

I looked at my girlfriend and said "You know, it's a shame that we're losing tiktok in like a week. I feel like 'fat soft butch wears flannel and sings hozier while baking and making soup' would really do numbers with the sapphics".

[violet-fire-cat]

👀

Hehe I'm so glad I got sent a few of these! I'm gonna have fun rambling about aus now! Lots of rambling. I'm not kidding. This one at least is uh- long. Oops.

As I said before, a lot of my AUs are Ethubs focused, but hopefully you guys don't mind that! 😅

Soooo, let's see, which one should I start with, hmmmmmm. Let's go with one I was talking about with a friend a lot a few weeks ago!

And that would be -

Assassin Creed AU 🗡️ Well- it's inspired by Assassin's Creed anyway. I am not well versed enough on the series lore to do anything that sticks to it too closely. I wanted to play around with ideas a bit anyway. But I started playing one of the games again a while ago and that's where the ideas came from.

Assassin AUs have been done before, yes. But this one is mine!

Etho is an assassin, somewhere in the 18th/19th century, and has been with the Assassin's Brotherhood for most of his life. He's very good at what he does. He's smart, quick, and stealthy. Like a ghost with a knife. You won't know he's there until his blade has found it's way into your throat.

The Brotherhood consists of various other Hermits, including; Doc - retired assassin now serving as the groups main medic Tango - his targets often go out with a bang. or with fire. Grian - death from above Cleo - master of poisons and deadly concoctions Impulse - weaponsmith, where you go for a new knife or gun Zedaph - creator of gadgets and nifty tools and Mumbo - the spymaster. Kinda. Not really. Far too squeamish for assassin work. So he handles information gathering, sorting out jobs and targets, etc

They work together to take out criminals and other bad people who are causing issues in the area. As well as probably aiming to solve some sort of ancient mystery like in the games. (Though I haven't figured that part out yet.)

The story is mostly focused on Etho, a lot of what I have is about his and Bdubs' relationship too, but there's other stuff as well. Rambling continues under the cut ~

Etho doesn't interact with civillians much. But then he meets Bdubs. Bdubs is not affiliated with the Brotherhood. He's a craftsman. He works with wood, leather, and sometimes metal, making tools and clothes mostly, but weaopns too, and selling them in his little shop. Etho goes there on a whim looking for quick repairs or a replacement.

Bdubs is a pretty ordinary guy just going about his life. He has no idea what's in store for him when he meets Etho that day.

Etho is- odd. Tall and mysterious, and dressed in strange clothes. Bdubs doesn't know what to make of him. But treats him like any other customer. He does what's asked of him, Etho pays well. And he finds himself with a regular visitor.

Etho isn't entirely sure why he keeps going back there. He knows other people with the same skillset that he could go to instead. But there's something about Bdubs... There's something drawing Etho to him in a way he's never really experienced before.

Gradually, they become friends. And with time, that friendship progresses. Etho slowly falls in love with Bdubs, and realises that he's so screwed. He's never been in love before. And these- these- emotions. Are not easy to deal with! He doesn't know how to handle Bdubs being so gentle with him, so kind and smiling so sweetly.

And. Yeah. Things develop. A very touch starved Etho craves the gentleness and kindness that Bdubs gives him so easily. Etho has friends, sure, but this is different. Someone detatched from the violence of his work. Someone willing to care for him and love him despite all that he is. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Bdubs never expected to get tangled up with someone like Etho. Danger surrounds him. Etho could leave one day and just. Never come back. But behind all that. Behind the layers of Trained Killer. There's a sweet, slightly shy guy that Bdubs can't help but love.

It's not all plain sailing though. No no. There's drama and chaos too of course. The nature of Etho's work kind of requires it. One time Etho returns to base badly hurt, and in a state of 'I thought I was going to die and all I wanted was to see you again,' he's asking Doc, who's looking after him, for Bdubs. Another time, Bdubs gets captured by the bad guys and Etho and the other assassin's have to rescue him. There's heartbreak as events leave Etho thinking that Bdubs doesn't want to see him anymore. And the difficulty of tracking down an assassin who doesn't want to be found. Etho becomes over protective at times, which Bdubs isn't fond of. But panic ensues when that protectiveness leads to Etho hurting Bdubs accidentally. Bdubs doesn't know what to think of seeing Etho kill someone. Knowing it happens is one thing, actually seeing it happen is another.

There's ups and downs, and I want there to be some overarching mission that Etho and the rest of the Assassin's are working towards. But I don't know what that is yet. I need to brainstorm and play the games more I think.

However, meanwhile, in the present day. Another young man, funnily enough also known as 'Etho', has somehow gotten himself roped into an investigation being done on his ansestor. A- distant cousin. Or something. He thinks. But the guy was an assassin. Which is cool. Fancy technology he'd never heard of allows him to relive the 'genetic memories' of the assassin. See what he experienced and learn about his life. About the things he did, the people he knew, and the events he was a part of. Hoping it'll help them find answers to something that's going on now.

This Etho, nerdy computer science graduate Etho, is very confused but overall rather fascinated by it all. Though he realises quickly there's a lot more at stake here than facts and figures about centuries old history. He learns a lot about his assassin ancestor and the life he lived. Maybe... Maybe too much. He's not sure that he wanted to know about the more- private parts of the guys life. It's interesting that the man the assassin was in love with looked a lot like one of the technicians working on this investigation, though. It's probably just a coincidence. The odds of it being anything else are far, far too small. But he is rather handsome, so surely you can't blame Etho for having a bit of a crush on him...

And- I am going to stop there or I could ramble all night dfghj. I love this AU a lot, if you couldn't tell. I'm probably forgetting things, but this is already more than enough to get an idea of how things go! There's assassins! And drama! And romance! And it's so much fun!

Thank you Anon for giving me an excuse to ramble endlessly about my AU! If you want to ask more about this au though then please do! Aaand maybe I'll draw something for it at some point too, I've been wanting to for a while hehe!

[quirkwizard]

do you think any of the students at UA would be able to work past or at least control the craving for blood that comes with toga's quirk? i really liked your explanations for which students could potentially work well with "double" and "magnetism," your analyses are always so interesting to read :]

Thank you for saying that. I'm glad you enjoyed those, and I hope you enjoy this as well. However, I always assumed that the blood craving was more of a chance issue and not something inherent to the Quirk. Like how Aoyama was poorly attuned to "Naval Laser", but now on a mental level rather than a physical one. So I'll be sticking to the basic aspects of the Quirk.

This one is harder to answer because of how niche "Transform" is and how difficult it is to fill that niche. Not only is it a stealth-focused ability, requiring a lot of subtly on the user’s part, but it requires a lot of social work to seep into people’s ranks. You need someone who can trick others, keep up the facade, and keep calm under scrutiny. And, being a battle manga, almost none of the class has shown to be good at that kind of social manipulation to make the most of the power. This kind of power would need someone like Hawks or Yo Shindo to make the most of it. Someone that would be good at reading people to study their target and has the right mindset to keep up a disguise like those two did. The students who can fill a certain niche often come up short in some other aspect. Having said all of that, I can only think of two students who would be good with the Quirk.

The first choice would be Tsuyu. Tsuyu is someone who has a lot of emotional intelligence and has shown skill with observing others. She’s good at getting a sense of people and reading their emotions. One of her first interactions was studying Izuku and pointing at something most others didn’t notice, that being his Quirk and how similar it was to All Might’s. So I think that she could quickly scope someone out and get a general sense of who someone is before she impersonates them. Tsuyu herself is difficult to read as well, so it may be hard for others to pick her up even when she is someone else. She’s also really good at keeping control over her emotions and not letting herself be pressured by enemies or other people, even when Toga held her at knifepoint, both of which would be really good for keeping up disguise. And while she is noteworthy for being blunt and straightforward, I think that a lot of these traits would all work well together to make the most of this ability.

The second pick is Mina. There are physical aspects to it. Much like Toga, Mina is very quick and agile, meaning it would be easier for her to get blood samples from other people. But I think Mina's biggest assets are how sociable she is and how quickly she can understand people. Despite being shown to be ditzy, she has a lot of emotional intelligence. Mina seems to have a strong understanding of the people around her and what they want. It lets her diffuse situations and endear herself to people, like when she got the bullies to stop hurting Kirishima by making friends with them. This could let her get close to people to get their guard down and help understand the people she is trying to imitate. Not only would that help her stay in character, but it would let her keep up the illusion of the disguise as well. So she could easily lie or distract someone from a flaw in her disguise with some quick words to let their guard down. It's something that works great for social espionage, which is what "Transform" excels at. 

[forestlingincorporated]

Teen Titans #29

So, one of my favorite types of fics to read is Different First Meeting fics between Jason and Tim. I looooove reading Enemies To Caretaker, of which I fed handsomely on fairly recently. Big Brother Jason fics give me warm fuzzies, and Tim Drake needs a hug, and I feel like if these two actually got to know each other and worked past their preconceptions, they��d get along surprisingly well. And Still A Jason!Robin Fanboy Tim Drake is just a fun concept. 

Also, it just FEELS right for the middle siblings to band together after Damian comes along, lets get those abandonment issues in the party. 

So, for mysterious and very secret TimKon Week 2021 reasons, I was rereading some Teen Titans, and I stumbled over the Original Tim+Jason First Meeting, and I just sort of wanted to talk about some interesting things I found in there rereading it after several years. 

First thing right off the bat, when reading fics, normally it’s either the Core Four at the tower that Jason puts to sleep, or it’s Tim alone for the night. In the comic, none of Tim’s close friends are even at the tower, Jason waits for Bart and Cassie to leave, and Conner actually hasn’t come around for an in-universe month, because this is after the Superboy’s Birthright arc where Lex mind controls Conner. 

The people Jason knocks out were his own teammates when he was a Titan. He specifically says he never got to work with Beast Boy or Cyborg directly, so he doesn’t feel bad electrocuting them, but he feels bad putting Raven under much more gently because she used to worry for him. 

Tim has just gotten off the phone with Bruce when Jason shows up. It seems like Bruce might’ve been picking Tim up, but something’s come up with Martian Manhunter going missing, so Tim tells him he’ll catch a ride with Cyborg. 

This is actually really interesting to me, because it’s a small moment of Bruce letting Tim down. It’s a conversation he’s probably had with his biological father many times when Jack’s canceled on him. 

Gonna acknowledge this abomination real quick. This is So Stupid, and I’m glad as a fandom we just all agreed Jason didn’t do this. It makes me ask so many questions. Where did he get that oversized Robin costume? Why’d he tear off his perfectly good clothes? Why did he do this? Why the yellow tights? WHY? 

A lot of things are actually happening here that are actually Really Interesting if you just look past the stupid fucking outfit. Because this comic actually flew really close to greatness, they just ended up dropping the ball by not continuing to do more with it. 

First off, Jason doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s immediately like “yeah, yeah, yeah, Red Hood, whatever, I’m Jason Todd, bitch! Fight me.” 

Secondly, Jason’s done his homework. He knows A LOT about Tim. He knows his name, he knows he has a dad, he knows he went to prep school, and he knows the story of how Tim became Robin. How he GOT that last bit of information, I’d honestly like to know. But even HAVING the information isn’t enough; he’s still letting his preconceived ideas get in the way. The surface level information about Tim’s life only served to fuel his jealousy and anger (thanks, Lazerus Pitt!). He’s so focused on Tim’s privilege that he’s looked past evidence of hardship; if he’s done this much research on Tim, he’s no doubt seen records of multiple boarding schools, lengthy travel records, news reports, a death certificate.... He can’t even bring himself to BELIEVE parts of Tim’s story that aren’t lining up with his world view, like HOW he became Robin. 

Jason has convinced himself that what he’s discovered about Tim and the period of time when Jason was dead - the fact that Bruce was spiraling after his death, that his family mourned him, that Tim had to step up to the plate at a weird suicide prevention buddy system - is all a lie. Despite the fact that he’s beating Tim’s ass, he speaks to him with the assumption that Tim’s a child who’s been manipulated and lied to. 

Meanwhile, it must be SO PAINFUL for Tim to hear Jason say these things: I bet he said the same thing to you he said to me, didn’t he? That you have the talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in his war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light in his darkness.

Bruce never said any of that to Tim. Bruce rejected Tim, he didn’t want Tim, and begrudgingly accepted Tim. 

Going back to Jason waiting for Tim’s other young teen friends to leave the tower before going in, only drugging his own former teammates, is much of his anger seems directed at THEM, not just Bruce. To Jason, it looks like they didn’t mourn him either, he has no statue. I find it interesting that he smashes Donna Troy’s statue, who died after him, and I believe she came back before he did. 

Unless he was keeping track of the news from the League of Assassins, to Jason, Donna never died. 

And most importantly? Tim shuts Jason down. Tim “Bitch, Please” Drake out here like: you’re a fucking idiot, he loved you to death, he barely let me audition for the role. 

Tim shows some deep resentment towards Jason in this scene. I mean... earned, Jason literally came into his house and starting hitting him, but Tim’s relationship towards the Idea Of Jason has gone through a few changes. At first Jason was ROBIN! THE BOY WONDER! And if maybe Tim thought Bruce wasn’t AS happy with Jason as he was with Dick, there was still SOME hero worship early on. But it only takes Bruce and Alfred and Dick using Jason’s death as a cautionary tale a few times to get Tim to see Jason AS a cautionary tale - the kind of Robin NOT to be. But the more Tim craved Bruce’s paternal attention and approval, and the more Bruce withheld it or made Tim work for it, knowing that Bruce did that, in part, because of his love and grief for his dead son (Tim having an actual living breathing father plays a part, too), and those feelings towards Jason have started to fester.

Jason can’t let it go, though, he thinks the concept of Robin was a mistake and had always been a mistake, and if he can hurt Tim, so can Scarecrow, Penguin, The Joker. 

This is a good time to bring up that one thing I think Jason probably doesn’t know is Tim is injured. It is a little over a month since since Conner shattered Tim’s right arm. Tim is still healing from a comminuted fracture in his forearm. And looking at this picture that is - ah, yes, that is the injured arm Jason is swinging Tim by. Tim is probably healed by now, the cast IS off and he’s a child, but bones don’t fully return to full strength for 3-6 months. 

Jason is conflicted. This is clearly, in part, a fucked up way of “protecting” what he sees as a manipulated child, to convince him to leave Bruce. But there’s also clearly some deep, deep jealousy thrown into the mix to complicate matters and cloud his judgement. Ultimately, Jason isn’t there to kill Tim. Tim would be dead if he was. He’s there to “beat some sense into him,” and he ultimately fails, and fails badly. 

Tim is found by the older Titans, awake by now, though it seems Jason knocked him out to, uh, fuck with the memorial chamber, and Tim... does not beat around the bush. No secret identities here just “yeah, Jason Todd beat the shit out of me.” 

And their reactions are HILARIOUS. 

One more little sidebar, in the comic, Jason gets in with a D.N.A. check that never removed him from its permissions. Usually in fic this is a unique pass code. I’m not sure which version I like better, honestly. There’s something about Jason physically inputting a code that accepts him even though he’s supposedly dead that I really like, and just feels better than a dna scan. A dna scan sounds SAFER, sure, but there’s something about the Titans leaving in an honest SECURITY RISK out of sentiment that I like. 

Lastly, I really like how it ends. Jason honestly thinks Tim IS a good Robin, and it seems like Jason’s done some research on the core four, mentioning Tim’s “real friends” again while the “camera” is on Conner and Cassie, suggesting that Jason KNOWS about them and possibly that targeting the tower while they were gone maybe wasn’t an accident or out of convenience, but fully intentional. And again, Jason’s real problem is highlighted: he feels alone, forgotten, unmemorable, no family, no friends. 

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. 

[sweetcoffeebean]

Fluff & Smut Fic

welp it do be another leon fic that i wrote between the hours of 12 am and 4 am

i believe the longest i’ve written??? which is spicy. this one however features an OC, although not by name. characteristics are mentioned and her personality and backstory, but that’s it. please feel free to immerse yourself and treat it as a leon/reader fic. and if you get the chance, it’s also posted on archiveofourown if you’d like to leave a comment or kudos <3

Another morning comes, where she steps into the quiet kitchen and opens the blinds to the window above the sink, letting in the early rays of light that shine over the countertops and negate the need for the kitchen light. It’s a quiet morning, 7:04 AM on the dot, according to the time on the stove. The silence is welcoming, after too many mornings of action and terror that had plagued her and her love over the years, the likes of which made her forget the rising sun was ever warm and inviting like it was as it spilled into the silent kitchen.

Turning on the coffee pot, she watches as the caffeine slowly drips its way down into a proper morning drink, the scent of it quickly filling the room. She reaches for the mugs in the cabinet just above the pot, the quiet clinks of porcelain on porcelain echoing together, another sign of a peaceful morning. It always hit her hard as she thought about the years before, and how something so normal and commonplace always surprised her when she was in the midst of it. So many people woke up to mornings like this each day, no doubt dreading a long work day or simply going through the motions without a second thought. To her, and to her love, this was paradise. This was what they craved, something they fought for without even realizing it over the fight for peace and the safety of the world’s people.

Only once the coffee had finished brewing and she was pouring it out, did she hear the sound of feet shuffling towards the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder, she sees the man she had grown to love with her entire being over the years.. The man she fought beside, the man she had supported and who supported her through every trial and tribulation.. One of the very few people who knew exactly the horrors she had experienced, and vice versa. Face was unshaven, a five ‘o clock shadow adorning his handsome features, coupled with the dirty blond hair she’d run her fingers through a countless amount of times. Leon barely had his eyes open as he came straight for the counter, straight for her, and wrapped both arms around her waist while she let herself relax against his muscular frame.

“Morning, sweetheart… still getting up so damn early..?” He lets his chin rest on her shoulder, arms staying slightly slack around her waist so she’s still able to move as she tilts the coffee pot, watching as she slowly fills both mugs.

“Old habits are hard to break… but who’s to say we can’t just lay back in bed after we have some coffee? And maybe food. Food would be lovely.”

Leon laughs at her words, knowing full well she would be hungry in the morning as she always was after waking up. She feels the way he brings one arm up, and pushes back her hair off to one side of her body, revealing her neck to him. Next comes the feeling of familiar lips, kissing along her skin languidly… once, twice. A third time over a fading pink mark he had left the night before.

With a soft giggle, she brings one hand up to gently caress his cheek, her soft skin a contrast to the rough stubble on his face. It’s another moment she feared she wouldn’t get to have when they were in the middle of fighting the living dead and those that created them. When they were running for their lives, being shot at, being thrown around like ragdolls. And now here they both are, in a room where the only noise they hear is the sound of their bodies shifting against each other and the dulled sound of birds chirping from the trees outside.

“We deserve to have a day where we just do a whole lot of nothing. I do have to run to the store, though.. But I shouldn’t be gone more than 20 minutes.” She lifts her mug to her lips, blowing on the hot coffee before taking a small sip.

Leon lets go of her waist and moves to pick up the other mug she had poured, not bothering to blow on it the way she did and simply drank it as if it were only warm. Whether or not he did it to show off, or he was simply used to quickly downing a hot drink while he had the chance, was a mystery.

“You’re not in a rush to go, though. Right? We can worry about that later.” As he spoke, he leaned back against the counter, that fringe of hair falling near his right eye as it always did, the signature hairstyle he refused to ever get rid of. Even with his hair being unbrushed, it still fell normally to frame his face as if he had already mostly styled it for the day.

“Mhm… no rush. I want to enjoy the morning with you.” As she speaks, she sets down her mug and looks into his eyes… a beautiful blue like hers, but deeper. Darker when the light wasn’t shining into them.

It was always damn near impossible not to smile when she saw his face, even after all of the years that have passed. All of the years of heartache, fighting to survive, fighting to communicate during it all… it wasn’t easy by any measure. It wasn’t the perfect relationship either, there were personal matters to deal with on both of their ends, on their own and with each other. Ada Wong was a sore topic for a while, it took a lot of time and communication to get Leon to work through what he had going on with her in his mind. That was a point of contention, even she had trouble dealing with it at the time. And on the flip side, Leon being there to help her soften and truly open up to him, to trust him with her heart and let him see the real, unabashed sides of her. To help her learn she was meant to be loved, and she didn’t have to always rely on only herself as she had done for years before.

As she steps forward, Leon leans in towards her, both in sync as they knew what the other wanted from a simple look. Placing a hand on her hip, he gently brings her in closer as she places a hand on his chest, both leaning into each other for a kiss. Soft at first, their kiss is held for only a moment before they pull away, faces still close enough that with a subtle movement their noses would brush together.

Despite what many would think… Leon wore his heart on his sleeve. He was always compassionate, caring, and with a sense of justice like no other. While he may seem stoic and tough in many situations, if you actually talked to him… he could be surprisingly honest and earnest. In moments like these, those parts of him glowed so brightly it was blinding. Never did she think she would feel love radiating off of a man before, not like this. And not towards her.

For so many years, she knew she was a good person. She was kind, she always wanted to help, she did everything she could to help people. Not unlike Leon, really. But she kept herself hidden, spoke about herself and her life yet never told anyone anything of substance that related to her true self, her real feelings. Vulnerability was not something she learned over her years growing up, well into adulthood. Be kind, but not a pushover. Help those in need find a balance between independence and depending on others in times of necessity, but never help herself do the same. There was no such thing as a time of need for dependency to her. Things that applied to others did not apply to her, she was the exception of what she taught others. And because of that, she made peace with knowing she wouldn’t be able to find someone who would genuinely love her… who would ever get the chance to love her. Who she would ever actually be able to open up to. Who can fall for a woman hidden behind so many closed doors, she may as well not exist at all?

And how funny life is, for her to find a man who didn’t think love was an option for him, either. His work had become his life, there was no time for love and affection, for getting to know another person at all. His job being far too dangerous, friends and lovers would be a liability. It almost felt selfish to get too close to people knowing it could make them targets. For a long time, fighting and monsters was all he knew. She helped him see beyond that, to a life where he could wake up in the morning and kiss the love of his life up against the kitchen counter at 7:13 in the morning.

The sun warmed their skin as the light shone on them, both smiling softly as their gazes remained locked.

“I’ll be needing some more of that, you know…” Leon brings both hands up to her hips now, holding her in place.

“Oh…? You mean more coffee? I can pour you some more if one mug isn’t enough.” Her words with that wry smile on her face makes him laugh, making him give a small shake of his head. He pulls her closer, body pressed against body.

“More of this. More of you.”

With those final words, he wraps both arms around her waist, as she drapes her arms over his shoulders to hold him close, lips meeting in the middle again. Their bodies shifted until she stood with his leg between her own, and lips began to part and press together over and over. The sound of their kisses filled the silence of the room, even more so as his tongue slipped in to meet her own, causing a soft moan to reverberate within her throat.

Hands began to wander as one of his dipped below the hem of her shirt, calloused fingers caressing over her stomach as it moved higher and higher, lifting up her shirt with it. As he reached her ribs, just below her chest, the kisses paused as a breathy chuckle escaped his lips.

“Glad you didn’t bother putting on a bra yet.” His fingertips grazed below the curves of her breasts, teasing her.

“Mm… I wasn’t in the mood to… I don’t need one at home, do I?” She speaks softly as she leans in, placing a kiss just below his ear, then another along the side of his neck.

With a slight shiver quickly moving down his spine, Leon finally brings a hand up to properly cup her chest, one thumb brushing over her nipple. Her warm breath grazed his neck, an exhale of pleasure brought out only by a simple touch of his. With that, he spoke in a low tone of voice: “Absolutely not.”

Already, Leon could feel the blood rushing to his cock. It didn’t take much for her to bring that out of him, the curves of her body alone brought so many thoughts to his mind he could hardly stand it. She stood there, beautiful as ever in his arms, knowing that he had permission to run his hands all over her body and bring out the most delicious noises she could make. He remembered their time just the night before, only a few hours ago. When she was laying on their bed, naked, with her legs spread and beckoning for him to take her. Yet another thing that he gets to do with her that makes him forget all about the world outside of their home. The DSO, the government, the villains, the BOW’s… none of them existed in these moments.

Leon could feel the heat between her own legs pressing against his thigh, and while he may still only have just woken up, that has no effect on his strength and determination for her body. His hands reached down to grip both of her thighs, and with a brief little ‘hmph’ he lifted her up as if she hardly weighed a thing, placing her onto the countertop. The shorts she wore only covered part of her thighs, while the rest was bare and felt the cold sting of the marble countertop below her. Only a moment after he heard her mumble the word ‘cold’ did he place his hands onto her inner thighs, gently shifting them apart and responding with, “I’ll warm you up just the way you like…”

Her heart rate picked up now, as he leaned back in to kiss her, far more passionately than he had before… but still not quite as aggressively as they had kissed that night. It was still morning, after all. Part of the kitchen was still dim as the sun had yet to rise quite enough to blanket the entire room with light, much of the world beyond their window still waking up. Even they were still waking up, to a degree. It was something she absolutely loved… something exciting that they rarely ever got to do. Sleepy morning sex.

Sleepy morning sex, now taking place in their kitchen instead of their bed.

And lucky for her, Leon was already half naked. He had walked in wearing only his boxer briefs that morning, having no need to get dressed beyond that when he was staying in their house. Even she wasn’t wearing much, just a pair of underwear, shorts, and a simple t-shirt so on the off chance someone in the far distance glanced over into their windows, they wouldn’t get a free show.

His shirtlessness meant that she did not have to wait to run her fingers over his chest, feeling the taut muscles he’d built up over the years and then having the opportunity to simply look at the man who she gripped onto so tightly when he was slamming into her at top speed, edging so close to orgasm. He drove her crazy, and she drove him crazy right back.

Crazy enough that with her on the counter, rather than coming up to kiss her again, he leaned down to kiss along her inner thighs. Again, he kissed over a few fading pink marks left on her skin… sucking gently on unmarked spots to create new ones. Slowly he made his way up higher, and once he reached the apex of her thighs, he placed his hands along the waistband of her shorts.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.”

There was no hesitation as she obliged, placing her hands to her sides in order to lift herself up, allowing him the access he needed to slide her clothing off and toss it onto the kitchen floor. Leon watched her as she let her legs hang off the counter, thighs still spread apart to give him access to her already wet pussy. Her breath had already begun to pick up, he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she laid herself bare to him, a dusting of redness rising on her cheeks.

Coming forward, Leon grips her outer thighs and leans in, kissing along her skin again… unable to stop himself from teasing.

“This is new… looks like I’m the one that gets to eat first this morning.” The smirk on his lips was absolutely terrible, and she had already parted her lips to say his name, to scold him for making such a silly comment when she was spreading herself for him and trying not to lose her control. The words never came out of her mouth beyond saying the first half of his name, however, as he brought one of his hands forward and slowly dragged his middle finger up from her entrance, all the way up to brush against her clit and spread that wetness he had caused in just a matter of minutes.

Her head lolled backwards as her toes curled for just a moment, her pussy sensitive right from the start as she thought about what they were just getting up to. A soft, brief moan escaped her lips.. Only to be replaced by a sharper moan and exhale of breath, when he brought his head down, spreading her apart and immediately bringing his tongue down onto her clit.

“Leon… shit…” The words slipped out seemingly beyond her control as she shivered, looking down to see that dirty blond head of hair nestled between her legs, feeling that masterful tongue licking up and down, running in circles around her clit and tasting every inch of her. Biting her lip, she watched as his eyes gazed up at her, deep blue eyes that focused solely on her.. And even those teased her, too. Just from the look he gave her… he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew she was melting for him, that he knew every single sensitive spot she had on her body and he knew just how to play with each one.

The feeling of his rough, unshaven face against the softest, most sensitive part of her body adds an entirely new sensation that now has her toes curled indefinitely. Her thighs began to squeeze together, pressing him tighter against her body as he continued to use his tongue to pleasure her, lapping at her as if she was the greatest tasting thing he’d ever experienced. She may just be so, in actuality.

Leon knew she was getting close already, just by the way her body wracked when he reached her clit… and so he no longer focused on anything else. Keeping a tight grip on her thighs, he changed his motions as he alternated between sucking on her and flicking her with his tongue, causing her moans to truly fill the room at this point. Her body shook, hands came down to tangle in his hair… and when the waves of pleasure washed over her, she arched her back and let her head fall backwards, letting out a long drawn out, “Fuuuuccck…..!”

Not once did he stop, not when he could see that her orgasm continued to wrack her body, making her shiver over and over when it reached its peak, came slightly down, and hit her with another peak all over again. Hungrily he helped her ride out her orgasm, and only once her body began to go limp and relaxed did he finally pull back away, quickly swiping the back of his finger over his bottom lip as he brought his gaze back up to her face.

Dazed and content, she smiled as she saw the look on his face, accomplished and satisfied. Unable to help it, she let out a little giggle.

“That was incredible, honey…”

Standing up properly, he leans in and gently cradles the back of her head, fingers gently weaving into her long hair as he leaned in and kissed her cheek, then the corner of her lips. “And it’s not over yet…”

She lets her body come forward, and he watches as she slides herself off the counter onto wobbly legs, her hands coming down to the hem of his boxer-briefs. Already she could see the large bulge that had formed, and knew that he had to be absolutely suffocating with keeping those on. Pulling at the hem, she brought his underwear out and down, freeing his cock and watching as precum instantly came to the tip. Her gentle fingers come down to wrap around him, giving him three long strokes as he closes his eyes and exhales, one hand coming to rest on her lower back and keep her close to him. After only a moment, his blue eyes opened and focused on hers again.

“I can’t wait for you anymore… no foreplay for me.” And she lets out the tiniest yelp of surprise and happiness when he places both hands on her ass, pulling her in for a hard kiss.

Bringing his lips to her ear, his hot breath brushes against her as his words are spoken: “I need to be inside of you. Now.”

Nothing else needs to be said to her with that. While she may have only just orgasmed, it meant nothing. She was ready to go again immediately, feeling as if something was entirely missing now that she’s horny and seeing that absolutely starving look in his eyes.

And while he had half expected her to hop onto the counter again… she decided to go with a position they don’t get to do as often, given that they both value seeing each other’s faces in their throes of passion. Sometimes it was nice to spice things up, and she’d been wanting to do this one for a while.

Leon watches as she takes off her shirt, and turns around. His eyes are completely glued to her as she keeps her feet firmly planted on the ground… and leans over the counter, her upper body now laying on it with her ass out to him, legs slightly spread. From this angle, while he couldn’t see her face… he could absolutely see everything else.

He does get to meet her gaze again however, as she turns to look back at him over her shoulder. And while she’d always been a sweet, very mature woman… she could get absolutely dirty. Keeping his eyes locked to hers, she gives him the dreamiest of smiles, paired with her pleading words:

“I want you to fuck me from behind, Leon. Please…”

As if any man would be able to say no to her like that. His stunning girlfriend, again spread wide for him.. But now he could admire the curve of her back, the way her legs looked as they gently stretched to keep herself planted on the floor, and the way her long, black hair fell over her shoulders and onto the counter where her arms were crossed beneath her head for cushioning.

Words are breathlessly spoken as he moves forward, both hands on her ass not only to keep her steady but to spread her just slightly further apart, lifting her ass and giving him every bit of access he needed for his hardened cock.

“As if I could ever say no to you.”

And with those assertive words, Leon lines himself up with her pussy, something he’d done so many times it was absolutely second nature to him. Moving forward, he lets out a low, quiet groan of pleasure as he feels himself slide inside of her, slowly filling her up until he reaches as deep as he can go. That familiar warmth and wetness, her body felt as if she was made for him… and of course, she felt as if his body was made for her, too. Gently she digs her nails into her arms, biting her lip as he simply rested inside of her for the moment, allowing her the time to get used to him being inside again, as if he hadn’t been in her just hours before.

It’s only once he sees her turn to look over her shoulder at him again, seeing those pretty blue eyes of hers begging without words for him to move, that he slides himself back out again. Leon keeps his hands on her hips now, holding her in place as he thrusts himself back in, unable to keep the moan from escaping his own mouth. While he may not be the loudest in bed, he was surely not shy with the moans and groans that do come out of him.

Picking up the pace, the sound of skin on skin melded with the moans of ecstasy released by them both as Leon continued to fill her to the brim, getting to a point where he refused to pull out of her more than halfway, choosing instead to keep a faster pace and slam into her over and over again. Soon she feels him rest more weight on her, one hand coming down to press onto her clit, causing a much louder gasp from her, a gasp that quickly changed to a shaky whimper of pleasure when he used three fingers at once to rub circles on her clit.

It isn’t long before she begs for more, for him to go faster…. Until he hears those words that always bring him over the edge.

“Leon, please… make me cum…!”

Leon nearly becomes blinded by his own rapture, groaning the word ‘fuck’ desperately under his breath as he holds her steady, holds her close.. Making sure that she never strays far from his thrusts as his dick drove her to the brink all over again, just like he did last night.

He felt it, it built up so fast every time he felt her walls constrict around him, squeezing his cock and driving him insane with the tightness she enveloped him with over and over again. There was nothing else he could do, no more holding himself back as he finally lets out a desperate groan and long exhale, only slightly muffled by her own cries of an orgasm taking over her body all over again, causing her to shake and shiver just as it had before when he ate her out.

Not only did she cum, but he came even harder. She felt it as he unloaded into her, hot and thick cum completely filling her from the inside and nearly making her eyes roll into the back of her head. Never did she let anyone cum inside of her before… only Leon has ever been allowed that privilege. And it was a privilege he never took for granted.

It took a solid few minutes for their orgasms to finally subside, the waves turning to an overwhelming feeling of warmth that remained evenly across their bodies, inside and out. Both bodies turned to jelly as Leon slowly slipped out of her, watching as his cock moved back and he could see his cum beginning to drip out of her. He had to admit, he came pretty hard for what was essentially an early morning quickie. That sleepy morning sex sure as hell woke them both up.

Slowly, she stood back up to face him, taking it easy as her back shifted and returned to a comfortable posture. Without fail, he came forward and hugged her, holding her up against his body so she didn’t have to worry about using strength that had been sapped from her after two back to back orgasms.

“Bet you’re starving now, huh? You were already hungry to begin with.” Leon says with a chuckle in his voice, leaning in to kiss her forehead after the words had been spoken.

An exhausted but contented laugh spills from her own lips as her head tilts, resting against his shoulder and allowing herself to simply be held and loved the way he always did after sex.

“Mhm… but that was all worth it. We earned ourselves a big breakfast and a hot bath together afterwards.”

The smiles remained on both of their lips, even more so as he leaned down to whisper right into her ear: “I love you.”

And as her arms snaked around his body, she hugged him showing how he truly was the most precious person in the world to her. Never would she let him think otherwise.

“I love you too, Leon.”

[miraculousmarifan]

Felinette Month 2020 - Day 9: Date Night Lessons

catching up on the prompts from @felinettenovember! Sort of...

Has anyone else been craving sugary treats lately? I haven’t baked in a while but now I really want a fresh batch of warm cookies...

Almost 1600 words of pure fluff

“You’ve got your apron on? Did you wash your hands yet?” Marinette stood with her hands resting on the counter, looking across it to Felix.

“I washed my hands. I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Felix did not look prepared. His sleeves were hanging down by his hands, buttoned at the wrist as usual. He gawked at the ingredients set out nicely on the counter, despite them being common enough. 

“Can I help you with one thing before we begin?” she stepped around towards him and he seemed to grow more anxious. Is he thinking that he screwed something up before we even start? “I think it will be better for your shirt if we roll up your sleeves. Sometimes the flour wants to puff up into the air and it would be a shame if some got on there.”

He put one arm out as she had beckoned, allowing her to roll his sleeve above his elbow, then repeated for the other arm. He took some deep breaths.

“I know you said you wanted basic lessons, but how basic do you want? Should we go through the ingredients first, or the measurements? Or would you like us to jump in by reading the recipe together first?” Marinette wasn’t sure how much Felix knew about cooking. She obviously knew he hadn’t done it at home but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t know the basics of measuring.

“Let’s start at the very beginning. I can read the labels for the ingredients but I’m not really good with measurements…” Felix anxiously forced the words out, then let out a long breath, working on trying to blow the stress from his body. 

Marinette took this into stride and slowly went through each ingredient and what it was used for. She then took out the measuring cups and explained what each abbreviation meant. Then she pulled out the recipe. First she read the entire recipe out loud, so he had an idea of the general parts. The second read-through, she put the ingredients into groups based on what step it would come into play. She put mixing bowls next to the ingredients that would have separate bowls, and measuring cups next to the appropriate ingredient. By the end of this thorough process, Felix had color in his face again and had stopped shaking. Marinette made a show of turning on the oven so it had time to preheat.

“Now that we’ve gone through this a few times, are you ready to start making the dough?” Marinette smiled at the boy, clasping her hands at her chest. He nodded once and stepped towards her. They had already agreed that she would be there to help show him how to do it, not to bake on her own.

He reread the first step, measuring out the dry ingredients in a bowl, double checking each measurement before adding it to the bowl, then slowly mixing them together. Marinette was right, the flour did rise in the air like a dust cloud and he was relieved that his sleeves were up and relatively clean. One step down.

He started the second step, mixing the wet ingredients in a new mixing bowl. He stopped for a moment and looked at Marinette. “Why do we need two separate bowls? Aren’t they going to be mixed together anyways?”

“Well first the dry ingredients should be mixed on their own to make sure they’re evenly spread throughout it. You don’t want a clump on baking soda or all the sugar lumped into one part of the dough. The reason that you mix the wet ingredients separately is so when you add them to the dry ingredients you don’t have to mix them as much. The batter stays lighter if it isn’t overmixed.” Felix knew he wouldn’t remember all of that reasoning but he knew it would make them taste better. With that knowledge, he finished measuring and mixing the wet ingredients, then took a deep breath. This isn’t so bad… 

The wet ingredients were then mixed into the bowl of dry ingredients, and the dough was nearly ready. He had two ingredients he still needed to add: chocolate chips and butterscotch chips! 

“You don’t really have to use the measurements given in the recipe for those. It’s more of a suggestion,” Marinette advised. Personally she preferred when there were a few extra chocolate chips compared to the recipe. Felix dumped quite a few of each into the dough and mixed them in gently.

“I also am not nearly as disciplined about the size of each dough ball so feel free to make them slightly bigger.” He truly appreciated the suggestions as he formed and placed each dough ball on the cookie sheet. There was enough dough for at least two dozen, if not three. 

The cookie sheets went in the oven, a timer was set, and the two started to clean up the dishes and utensils that were finished being used. Felix figured he could also practice flirting during the down time and thought he might have some talent with that by the way Marinette’s cheeks glowed and her laughing eyes. Each baking batch came out with the timer, was checked, and deemed worthy. 

Then the process repeated. 

And repeated. 

And repeated.

Until there were only the traces of dough left along the edges of the bowl and on the beaters, too small to make even one more. There were closer to three dozen, with what was in the oven. Felix also had a grand idea, in his humble opinion.

His finger wiped off some of the dough from the edge of the bowl, then sneaking up behind Marinette, who was drying her hands after finishing washing up the last of the dishes, his clean hand snaked around her hip and turned her slightly towards his other side. A quick swipe down her nose and his plan was complete.

Laughing at the look on her face, he reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone for a picture. Little did he know that Marinette had been sneaking pictures of him all afternoon. In his distraction, he didn’t see her hand quickly shoot out to grab the bowl. She pulled off a decent amount of dough from the sides (was there really not enough for another one?) and rub it across his face, resulting in both his cheek and his mouth getting doughy. 

He froze in surprise before reaching up and wiping a little bit off his cheek, then putting the finger in his mouth. Marinette watched him with wide eyes.

“Delicious!” he declared with newfound excitement. Then the glint returned to his eyes and he lunged forward to grab the bowl from her hands. She turned, laughing and tried to keep it out of his reach. He wrapped an arm around her stomach to pull her back against him and reached for the bowl. She continued to squirm, trying to keep moving the bowl, so his target would be harder to grab, while also trying to free herself.

The quick twisting while Felix tugged on her body threw off her sense of balance. Felix felt the shift as she started to fall and pulled her up against his chest with both arms. The bowl clattered to the ground but Marinette found herself pressed against Felix and still mostly on her feet. Or close enough, with one leg of Felix’s legs between hers where he had taken a single step forward to keep her from falling, her feet were not fully planted on the ground.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” Felix tried to examine her while slowly pulling back, hands still resting on her mid-back.

“I’m alright. Did I hurt you at all?” Marinette thought she could have head-butted him or accidentally hit him with a knee or elbow in the process.

“No. I’m glad you’re alright,” he assured her, smiling a little. Then he seemed to remember that he was holding her and removed his hands, stepping back to a more respectable distance. Marinette beckoned him closer, laughing slightly all the while. Felix complied.

“You’ve got a little something on your lip, Felix,” Marinette murmured, staring at his lips and reaching a hand toward his face. Her finger traced over the dough, wiping off most of what was on his upper lip, then put her hand down to wipe it on her apron. Felix gently grabbed her wrist, then moving his hand to cup the back of hers, led it up to his lips where he placed a small kiss on the palm. He released it and her hand fell back to her side, her eyes wide with shock.

Then Marinette’s hand slowly lifted back up to his face, gently touching his cheek and softly asking him to bring his face closer through the touch. A quick peck that was over too soon and two surprised teens staring at the other’s blushing faces, suddenly shy from their boldness. Felix was the first to recover enough to break the silence growing between them.

“So does this count as a baking lesson or as a date?” he smiled a little, hope building. She smiled back.

“Why not be both? After all, cookies are one of the easiest things to bake. Why not have more date night lessons so you can learn to make even better things?”

“It’s a date then.”

[tiaragqueen]

Yandere Boku no Hero Academia Masterlist

A separate masterlist for all the BNHA fans out there!

Main masterlist is here

Last updated: 09-08-2020

Shouto Todoroki

Eating His Heart Out {R}

Never once in his life had Shouto doubted your love. However, aside from the age gap and powers, there was another difference between you. Interests.

Aegis

All you wished for was a break from your growing paperwork, someone to pamper you and ease the pressure like a lover would. And that was what Shōto thought, too. But his way of showing it was… startling, to say the least.

Tokoyami Fumikage

Cut A Deal

You’ve prayed for something to happen, but what came next was completely outside your expectation. But were you really in the position to protest despite your vague wish?

Forlorn Hope {R}

There was no better nor kinder scenario, but you supposed it was the consequence of suicide. At least, it was better than marrying that damned crow. Because anything was better than being his partner, honestly. But alas, you didn’t get to choose your fate. You never did, anyway.

Yaoyorozu Momo

Pay No Mind

Because she was a hero, and it was her duty to save you from those nasty bastards that wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of your naivety.

Fool’s Paradise {R}

It was kind of ironic, really, given her first name was Momo. But the flowers described your opinion of her better than words could ever do; fascinating personality. But you didn’t know that they had also given her tacit permission to kidnap you.

Adamantine {R}

Frankly, if you were to set aside her guile for a moment, she hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant such treatment from you. Despite the glum she expressed whenever you rejected her feelings, Yaoyorozu respected your boundaries. And you would’ve appreciated the sentiment too, had she didn’t lock you in her house.

Mirio Togata

Keep Safe

Mirio had a lot of fears, and one of them included your death.

In The Dark {R}

Out of all scathing words Mirio had ever heard in his entire life, this was what struck him the most. You – his long-time crush, his everlasting obsession, and his first and only love – didn’t even remember him, let alone his name. Just how focused you were with school until you had overlooked his existence?

A Long Way

But he wouldn’t be Mirio if he wasn’t optimistic. After a good, long cry, he always took a deep breath and prayed that everything would be better. And indeed, everything had gotten better ever since.

Toga Himiko

Accidentally On Purpose

Charming and attractive weren’t the words that you would use to describe yourself. You were as plain as your average self could be. But not for her.To her, you were the prettiest girl she had ever laid her eyes on. Sure, you’d made some mistakes here and there. But weren’t all humans have their faults?

Eyes on You

If there was one thing that you learned about Toga, was that she could be rather shameless sometimes. And today wasn’t an exception. She was staring at you. Again.But this time, she didn’t bother to look away.

Tamaki Amajiki

Under Thumb

Tamaki knew it was wrong. Dating you wouldn’t bring him any benefit than making him the next, perfect target for... whatever reasons you had. But against his better judgment, he did that anyway.

Kimi no Egao

But then, he realized that the reason why he grabbed the flowers was that he wanted to comfort you. He wanted to make you smile again. And yet, Tamaki wouldn’t lie that his intention was one hundred percent pure. Like most folks, there was a trace of selfishness hidden in there.

One Step Closer

Tamaki knew that it wasn’t good to delude himself into thinking that you were truly glad to meet him. But that was okay. At least, he was finally one step closer to you now, regardless of how far the destination seemed.

Aizawa Shouta

Yandere! Aizawa Headcanons {R}

Headcanons about how Aizawa reacts as a yandere.

Dashed Hopes

It was yearning for something. But what could it possibly want from her? Its small and lean body didn’t display any sign of abuse that would provoke suspicion. And yet, it stared into her eyes like it was begging her. Like she was its only hope or something.

Quagmire {R}

He wasn’t a villain. He was a hero. Someone who protected people, although his method of protection to you was stifling at best. But he only had the best interest in mind, right? You were still at his mercy, right?

Kouji Kouda

Give A Rest

His love story might not be as beautiful as those fairy tales nor it would end in similar happily ever after, and he might not be able to love his future wife the same way as he did to you, but Koda knew better than to take for granted your occasional presence. It wasn’t much, but at least he could color your otherwise dull life however little and transient the happiness he gave.

Nejire Hadou

Spitting Image

Tainted Fealty was your very first fiction. Ironically, this illogical story was what led you to meet your online friend and soon-to-be captor, Nejire Hadō. You totally could’ve prevented this from happening had you realized that your very first fan was, in fact, her. But how would you know that ‘Neji’ was the pro Hero whom you had long admired?

Hawks

Heart Of Stone {R}

Despite his reputation as the second Hero, you always thought Hawks was a bit shady. You knew he was kind and took his job seriously from time to time. However, there was something about him that induced you to keep your guard up. Now, you understood the reason why you felt wary of him.

Abscond {R}

Headcanons about Yandere! Garou and Yandere! Hawks react to their darling escaping.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Set Up

It wasn’t – and would never be – a good idea to solve the problem. But how could you care about him after he had practically used your cat against you? However, you would soon learn how much of a bad idea it was to resort to violence.

Repudiate {R}

Shinsō had always known that you didn’t really mean those things. A clear sign that you weren’t into him as much as he did to you. But he chose to turn a blind eye, instead. Because it was better to pretend than confronting reality, honestly.

Entrench {R}

He didn’t want to do this, but the root of the problem had always been your cat, anyway. Not his pettiness, not his egoism, and definitely not his insecurity, but it was him. Your beloved pet.

Atrabilious {R}

If the Gods were benign enough to grant your humble wish, if fate pity you enough to relieve some of your agonies, you could at least face his offspring and smile for the first time in years. But beggars can’t be choosers, can they? Especially when they were products of your so-called ‘love’.

Imperious {R}

He was the face of the school now, so there was nothing for you to be worried about. Then again, the world hadn’t been kind to you ever since your abrupt separation with Shinsō. It was as though you were doomed to be the bad end of the stick while he got the pleasant one.

Rejected {R}

Headcanons about how Yandere! Shinsou to a darling who keeps rejecting because she thinks it’s a joke.

What I Want To Hear

Funny how the police didn’t even think about suspecting him or even got suspicious with his sudden absence. Then again, it was proof of how sly he could be when he wasn’t trying to attract attention. And it was funny, in a somewhat ironic way, that he was doing this just to grab your attention.

Recrudescence

All Shinsou wanted to do tonight was to greet you, his dearest ex. However, the sudden existence of your boyfriend, showing the affectionate display that he used to do, reignited the feelings he’d tried to hide for so long. Luckily, a harmless revelation opened a door of opportunities for him.

Dabi

Take Over

Dabi never liked it when a human lived in his house. And now, these new inhabitants – these trespassers – had the guts to invite an exorcist. And yet, after seeing the exorcist, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. More like, he didn’t want to.

Kaminari Denki

Evince {R}

You always wondered how and why did he know you. It wasn’t as if you were a hero or police officer, really. So there was no reason for him to fall for you, right? But he chose you instead, for some unknown reason.

Midoriya Izuku

Cross His Heart {R}

As always, he just had to ruin the good things that happened to you for the sake of appeasing some petty emotion called ‘jealousy’. Of course, this wouldn’t happen if he wasn’t so paranoid. However, it was easier said than done.

Manna

How long has it been since he occupied this library? Izuku didn’t know, nor did he care much. All he cared about was the fact that he was able to simultaneously sit near you while pretending to study. Pretending, because why would he spend hours learning materials that he’d memorized when you literally sat right in front of him?

Chisaki Kai

Nostrum {R}

Kai never permitted you to binge eating, anyway, or doing things that he deemed as ‘detrimental’ to your health. And you understood his concern, you really did. Because you were his girlfriend, thus, you deserved his consideration. But you didn’t want it.

Rikidou Satou

Antinomy

Rikidō was a sweet guy, as sweet as his creations. On one hand, they satisfied your cravings, especially during certain months. And yet, on the other hand, you didn’t want him to think you’d given up and accepted his affection. But it was hard to resist him when he was just so… endearing.  And you hated it.

Kirishima Eijirou

Samaritan

Kirishima had been thinking about revealing his existence, but never once did he realize it. However, Kirishima knew that he needed to do it sooner or later. And he finally found the right opportunity to do it on one fateful night.

Au Revoir

Kirishima didn’t think he could love someone as much as he did to you. Was this what ‘moving on’ felt like? Though, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was just making excuses for his feelings. That he wasn’t actually moving on, more like, rebounding.

Bakugou Katsuki

Inexorable

It’d be great if you were a bit more open-minded, though. Relationships were unlikely to happen if both parties refused to compromise, and your rebellion made it harder for him to show you the true extent of his love.

Good Boyfriend

Everything he’d done and told to you was based on your best interest. At least, that was what you hoped. However, the reality was far more complicated and sinister. And unwittingly, you’d fallen to his so-called kindness.

Taishirou Toyomitsu

Palladium {R}

Toyomitsu had invited you to eat at his house. Sensing your hesitation, he reassured you that ‘no harm was done’. Just because you rejected him, didn’t mean you couldn’t be his friend, right?

Iida Tenya

I Swear on My Life

You were right; anyone would be angry if they saw someone hurting others. Which was why he needed to protect you, so nobody would be able to harm you anymore. Because as long he was still alive, he’d protect every inch of your being. After all, he’d sworn on his life.

[atamascolily]

Appointment in Sawarra, 1/?

First scene of a new Inheritance fic set just after the Thrawn trilogy, featuring Luke Skywalker, philosophical musings about the Jedi, and botany. You know, my usual jam.

I had a good experience serializing Desert Places on this site, so perhaps posting things here as I write them will encourage me to keep going instead of stalling out, since the chapters are long, and my need to finish something is strong.

Luke Skywalker leaned against the wrought stone balcony on the rooftop of the Imperial palace, taking in the red-streaked alpenglow of the snow-covered Maranai Mountains fifty klicks to the south. Skyscrapers lapped at the feet of the two peaks, but the mountains themselves were relatively pristine, one of the few vestiges of natural life on the entire planet, and the contrast was striking.

This wasn't to say there wasn't any development--this <i>was</i> Coruscant, after all--but none of the exclusive restaurants or vacation homes were visible at this distance without macrobinoculars. Even as artificial lights winked on and off like flickering stars as the sunlight faded, the mountains themselves plunged into shadow, cool and dark and silent in the approaching night.

Whenever his heart itched for adventure, and he was too busy to get away from Coruscant, Luke would rent a speeder and fly out to the Manarai. He'd zip over the peaks themselves, flying as low as he dared, heady on the adrenaline rush that came from life-or-death decisions and reckless instinct. Sated, he'd ditch the speeder after a few hours, and wander the winding trails through the remnant forests on the lower slopes of the mountains on foot before flying back to the Imperial Palace for yet another round of politics, bureaucracy, or an equally frustrating combination of the two.

The chaos of the last few years hadn't left much time for exploring, but the mountains remained a refuge in his own mind, if nothing else. He'd toyed with the idea of building a private retreat out there someday, but life kept pushing him in other directions, and he'd never gotten around to it.

Luke liked people, but as his rapport with the Force deepened, he found himself craving silence and stillness to fully recharge--both in short supply on the never-sleeping capital world. The Force was present in all the hustle and bustle of the billions of life-forms all going about their business, no less so than anywhere else in the galaxy. Yet sometimes he needed a break from the traffic and the crowds in order to hear <i>himself</i> think, let alone the quiet whisper of the Force's guidance--which was far more elusive than not despite his training.

A retreat in the Manarai would also put him closer to the newly constructed Orowood distric and the apartment Leia and Han had purchased there. It was part of Leia's ambitious vision to create a hub for the Alderaanian diaspora. In addition to the massive Orowood Tower, she'd supervised the planting of thousands of its namesake trees, complete with the famous iridescent lichen on their bark. Luke wasn't sure Leia would ever move out of the Imperial Palace for good, but he was glad for her to have a project to distract her when the Council was too mired in petty arguments and infighting to get anything done.

As far as Luke could tell, the success of the Orowood scheme hinged entirely on his sister's ability to persuade the skittish remaining Alderaanians that Corcuscant was no longer the Empire's target--a hard sell after Grand Admiral Thrawn's recent siege. The peace settlement with Admiral Pellaeon in the aftermath of Thrawn's assassination at the Battle of Bilbringi might yet convince them--if it held. Only time would tell.

To be honest, Luke wouldn't blame the Alderaanians for taking their chances elsewhere skepticism. Three years ago, when the Alliance had first re-taken the planet, he'd argued against setting up the new government here--or at the very least, not in the Imperial Palace. In his mind, the symbolism was all the more reason to start afresh somewhere else.

Since then, however, he'd come to appreciate the virtues of this bustling city-planet and the Palace itself--in large part thanks to the woman he sensed approaching from twenty meters away.

"Hello, Skywalker," Mara Jade said crisply, leaning against the balcony beside him. "I have to sweet-talk yet another government official into listening to the Smuggler's Alliance latest shipping proposal in...." She glanced at the chronometer on her wrist. "Thirty minutes. So make this quick."

Luke managed to hide a grin, but it was difficult. Since he'd persuaded her to accept the position of official liaison between Talon Karrde's new organization and the New Republic three months ago, there had been no shortage of meetings. To be fair, Luke had gone to plenty of those himself, despite having no official position in the New Republic's military or government since he'd resigned his commission after the Mindor campaign. There had been no shortage of press conferences, planning sessions, and mopping-up actions, and everyone wanted the Last Jedi involved, even if his role was more ceremonial than practical.

At least Mara was accomplishing something <i>useful</i> in her meetings. Even in such a short span of time, she'd managed to make quite a name for herself among the New Republic bureaucrats. They might curse her as a hard bargainer, but they respected her as much as they feared her. Both attitudes went a long way towards smoothing out the previously rocky relationship between legitimate and illegitimate--just as Luke had hoped when he nudged Mara into accepting the job.  

Yet somehow the two of them had managed to carve time out to train together at regular intervals--even if she groused about her workload every time they met.  

"Thanks for coming on such short notice," he said, gesturing to the fading sun. "I used to watch the sunset all the time when I was a kid, wishing I was somewhere--anywhere--else. Now here I am decades later, right where I always wanted to be, and I don't know what comes next."

Mara snorted and shifted her weight. The lightsaber clipped to her belt--that had once belonged to Anakin Skywalker--shifted against the balcony as she moved. She had taken to wearing the weapon openly these days, which could only make the bureaucrats even more nervous than they already were. Seeing it visible made Luke's heart beat faster, even if he couldn't articulate why.

Gifting it to her hadn't been Luke's most subtle gesture. But it had been a way for him to honor and thank her for saving his life several times over--as well as an invitation to continue her Jedi training in the future.

Mara Jade's relationship with the Jedi Order--and Luke himself--was... complex, to say the least. She had grown up in the Imperial Palace, trained since childhood to be the Emperor's Hand, the silent, subtle executioner of his will against enemies and traitors alike. Palpatine had channeled her fledgling abilities to mold her into a perfect servant, one who could hear his voice anywhere in the galaxy and respond accordingly. The Emperor's dying wish had been for her to murder the man he'd claimed was responsible for his death--Luke Skywalker, last of the old Jedi and first of the new.

Suffice to say things had not gone according to plan.

"Spare me your existential angst," she said, turning back to the sunset. "As far as I can tell, there's nothing to complain about. C'baoth and Thrawn are gone, and the war is over. The peace treaty with the Empire might actually last. What's left to figure out?"

Luke extracted a black velvet bag hanging from his belt and held it out to her. "Have you ever seen anything like this before?"

She accepted the offering gingerly. "What is it?"

"You tell me."

She opened the bag and squinted inside before spilling its contents onto her palm. A knobbly brown lump emerged, along with half a dozen smaller black orbs jammed neatly into its indentations.

"It's organic, whatever it is," she said at last, shoving it back into the bag and handing it back to Luke. "Looks a cone off of some sort of tree, but not a species I recognize. And seeds, perhaps?"

"You're right, it <i>is</i> from a tree," Luke said. He carefully re-attached the bag to special pouch across from his own lightsaber. "Are you sure you haven't seen it before?"

"Positive. Why?"

"The Jedi Order planted these trees at all of their temples," Luke said. "As far as I know, they were wiped out along with the Jedi as part of the Emperor's purge. There was at least one here on Coruscant and I thought maybe you--"

Mara shook her head. "Must have been before my time. I never saw or heard anything about them. But Palpatine and Vader must not have been as thorough as they thought if you have seeds. Where did you get them, anyway? "

"There's a tree on Dagobah that Yoda took me to see before he died," Luke said softly. "I went back to visit it again before facing Vader. This time, there were seeds, so I took some. And I promised... I promised to plant these seeds, to bring them back along with the Jedi Order."

His voice trailed off, lost in the memory of that encounter, of all the possible futures he'd witnessed in the moment he'd accepted the seeds.

Mara's voice cut abruptly into his meditation, drawing him back to the present. "I fail to see what the problem is, Skywalker."

Luke gathered himself together. "I grew up on a desert world; I don't know anything about plants. If I screw this up, it might be a long time before I can get seeds again--there can be decades, centuries even, between harvests. I--I was hoping that you might know something that would help me."

A long pause. He took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "I don't know who else to ask," he said at last.

Silence stretched out between them as they pondered this admission and its implications. Finally, Mara stirred. "What about Karrde?"

"I thought he dealt more in people than plants."

"He doesn't know everything, but's worth a shot," Mara said. "Information <i>is</i> his business, after all. He has access to all kinds of sources that you don't get if you follow legal channels. And he's full of surprises."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I suppose he might know something about botany--he built his base on Myrkr around a giant tree, after all. But can I afford his services?"

"You get what you pay for with Karrde," she said. "Besides, I think he owes you a favor after you rescued him from Imperial interrogation."

"I had help."

"So let's say you bring the trees back," Mara said, turning away from him. Her role in Karrde's rescue was still a touchy subject, given that she'd been coerced into betraying her boss to the Empire in the first place. "What then? Do the Jedi just start popping out of the woodwork?"

"I don't know," Luke admitted. "The two go together in ways I don't fully understand yet. There's an old saying that when the student is ready, the master appears. But I'm not even close to being a master yet. I don't even know if I'm <i>ready</i> to take on students yet."

She shot him a puzzled look. "You're not such a bad teacher."

From Mara, this was high praise and he took a moment to savor it before plunging ahead. "But you already know so much. In some ways, you have more formal training than I do. It's more like I'm just... reminding you of what you already know than teaching anything new."

Mara winced, and Luke didn't need the Force to know what she was thinking. The four years between Palpatine's death at Endor and joining Karrde's organization had been brutal for her, not in the least because her Force abilities had gone haywire in the trauma. It was only in the last year--the last few months, really, after their victory at Wayland--that she'd been able to find any kind of peace.  

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself," she said at last. "We can keep working until you build your confidence back up--and since I don't see a queue of eager students lining up, you might as well work on this tree business. Take my advice and talk to Karrde. See what he says about it."

"How do I sign up for an appointment? I hear he's pretty busy these days."

"Aren't we all." Mara rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get you in."

"Thank you," Luke said, and meant it.

"And if you're worried about money, I don't think he'll set too high a price," she added as she turned away, off to the next meeting. "He doesn't even want credits from you, anyway.  More likely he'll ask you for a favor he can call on later the next time he's in a jam, assuming he asks for anything at all."

He winced. Karrde's favors tended to be... interesting. "I was afraid of that."

"Oh, come <i>on</i>. You tried to bargain with him for your freedom back when you had <i>nothing</i> but the clothes on your back and he was contemplating whether to sell you to the Empire. How could this be any more awkward than <i>that</i>?"

Luke had to admit she had a point.

[takingcourage]

1, 7 & 11 for Liam x mc?

Thanks for the requests, lovely! : )

1 is here , but the other two are below. The prompts themselves are in bold.

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7.

Liam could feel Eliza’s footsteps. Though faint, the tremble they produced rose up from the hardwood floor and through the padded soles of his slippers.

He lowered the coffee mug from his lips, afraid to take a sip of the hot liquid before her impending arrival. If his usually graceful wife was stomping through their home, something was certainly the matter.

She crossed the threshold seconds later and tossed a stack of colorful tabloids onto the table before him.

Ignoring the papers, he focused instead on the woman beside him. The flaring nostrils, the indignant flash of fury in her eyes, the way she bored holes into the glossy gossip papers – if her footsteps hadn’t been enough to convince him that she was angry, her appearance certainly was.

With huff of air, she identified the target of her frustration. “Look what came out this morning!”

Obligingly, he cast his eyes down to the array of photos sitting in front of his empty breakfast dishes. In the fuzzy images, he saw his wife standing before a moderate crowd, looking polished and lovely in her outfit from the day before. Brow furrowing, he tried to make sense of the varied headlines:

Queen Eliza has nervous habits after all!

Champion Queen distracts during first solo appearance…

Eliza slumped into the chair next to his with a groan, the sound tempting his focus to stray once again. “They’re all saying that I’ll lose my wedding band if I keep twirling it around my finger when I’m taking questions.”

Instinctively, his thumb ran the length of the metal band that circled his own finger. While his wife’s attention was turned back to the tabloids, Liam worked to get rid of the tiny smirk threatening to steal across his face. “I’m sure the fidgeting will end soon. It’ll take a little while to get used to having another ring there.”

Blue eyes shot up from the mahogany table, darting back and forth across his features. “Why are you smiling at me like that? This isn’t funny.” Her elegant nose wrinkled with vexation.

“I can’t help that you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

“I don’t think you want to press that any further,” she warned, tone still edged with anger. 

“Not mad then. Upset?” He looked to her for confirmation, but her forehead only creased further.

Brushing the papers out of her reach, he switched tactics. “You have every right to be upset – if you are…” he added cautiously. “But I have to say, if this is the worst complaint they have against you, you’re doing incredibly well.”

She met his eyes, propping her cheek on a fist. “I know shouldn’t let it get to me. I think it just came as a shock.” The storm brewing between her shapely brows began to lighten. “I know that’s the kind of story they always publish, but yesterday’s speech went so well. Why can’t they ever talk about the good things?”

Silent, Liam reached out to take her hand under the table. She gripped his fingers tightly, then released them. “I’m better now. This isn’t going to ruin my day.”

“A wise decision, my queen.” As he rose to his feed, he pressed a deliberate kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll see you at dinner?” she inquired, following him into the kitchen.

“I’ll be out of meetings a little after six,” he confirmed. Opening the door of the dishwasher, a strange idea came to mind. “Maybe we can start a fire once we’ve eaten? We haven’t had a chance to use the fireplace since you moved in.”

“It’s nearly summer!”

“True, but I have some paper I’d like to use for kindling.” He tossed  a significant glance toward the dining room.

Following his eyes, his wife grinned and pulled him close for a kiss. “Then I think I’d like that very much.” 

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11.

Eliza cracked one eyelid open as the mattress dipped behind her. “Liam?”

“Shhh,” he whispered, sliding beneath the thin sheet she’d been sleeping under. “It’s late. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She rolled toward him and took a deep breath, mouth contorting into a yawn as she sucked in the air. “How was your flight?”

“Too long. They always are when they’re keeping me from you.” Liam inched to he middle of the mattress, maintaining a modest distance.

Eliza closed the gap in an instant. Body hot from sleep, she craved the blissful coolness in his touch. Tossing a leg over his hip, she pulled herself up for a kiss. His lips were cold but soft, still minty from toothpaste.

“They’re even worse with weather delays,” she confided on pulling away. With a sigh, she shuffled down to rest her cheek at his shoulder. He may have only been away for two days, but reunion kisses were always worth waking up for.

“I’m sorry to be so late. I would have done anything to hurry the trip along.” Liam stroked an idle hand across the bare skin of her back, and she could almost feel her excess heat seeping into him. Smiling against his skin, she wrapped herself tighter around him.

“You can’t change the weather,” she reminded, shifting so they could both turn to their sides.

“Even so, I know how much the gala meant to you.”

“You mean more than anything,” she promised. As he draped an arm across her waist, she captured it, squeezing his palm in reassurance. “And you came home safe. That’s what matters most.”

“You’re very obliging.”

“You make it easy,” she told him seriously. Liam’s lips brushed down her spine, the touch sending a wave of shivers through her shoulders and neck. “I’m glad you made it home tonight, even if it’s later than you planned. I hate sleeping without you.”

He was quiet for several moments – so long that Eliza wondered if exhaustion had claimed him. When he did speak, his voice broke with the sudden question. “Do you know what I like most about sleeping with you?”

“What?” Her own voice had softened with her increasing sense of weariness.  

“Waking up to realize that you’re not just a part of my dreams.”

Despite her tiredness, Eliza sought her husband’s hand. Twining her fingers through his own, she returned to sleep with a contented smile on her lips.

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GMW Fanfic: Story Time with Farkle and Smackle Returns!

-Once upon a time, two young after school leaders attempted to tell a story to a group of children. The following is a written transcript of their attempt.

Hello everyone. For those that haven't gotten to know us yet, my name is Mr. Farkle. And apologies that we're breaking the norm of your regularly scheduled events you experience here.

But since Miss Maya is out today helping take care of her wife who is recovering in the hospital, we thought we'd do something different, yet super fun today. By the way, I'm Miss Smackle.

Yeah. So with fewer adult leaders at the program today, we thought we'd just keep you all entertained this afternoon with some good old fashioned story time.

With minor changes added into our classic stories as a means to appeal to our target demographic groups.

Smackle, we don't have demographic groups.

That's what the Ninja Wombats of Antarctica want you to think.

I… I don't even know how to react to that.

You can react by letting me make alterations to the story wherever I see fit.

Whatever. So today we're going to share with you all the story of the Three Little Pigs. Now, long ago there lived three little pigs who one day told their mother that they were ready to live on their own.

Hold on. How can the pigs talk?

It's a fairy tale Smackle. They just do.

But you said this story took place long ago. That infers this story took place in the past of our world. Can we say this story took place in an alternate universe?

Why would I want to bother with a detail like that?

Because if you don't, then many impressionable children here will start to believe that pigs have the ability to talk, and when they go visit a farm one day, they'll be very displeased to learn pigs don't talk, which will inspire those children to turn into mad scientists that start to do genetic engineering on pigs in an attempt to actually make them talk so that they can make their childhood dreams come true, but of course tinkering with the genetic code of pigs would only eventually inspire those aforementioned individuals to want to commit all sorts of other crimes against nature, which would eventually lead to a domino effect that would wipe away everything that exists on our planet including all traces of our culture except for the Statue of Liberty and a bunch of monkeys!

Okay. So this story takes place in an alternate universe where animals can talk.

Thank you for clarifying that.

Anyway… these three pigs wanted to live on their own. So they decided to all build their own houses. The first pig built his house out of straw. The second pig built his house out of sticks. The third pig built his house out of bricks.

Yes. And there's a reason why those first two pigs built their houses out of materials that aren't very good to build with.

Well, yeah Smackle. That's actually an important part of the story. I'm glad you pointed it out. Now the reason why the first two pigs made their houses out of straw and sticks was…

Was because they had fallen on hard economic times due the terrible state of the country they lived in.

What?

Yeah. I mean that's the real reason why they left their mother to live on their own in the first place. She couldn't afford to feed them anymore. If she could, they would've been living out of her basement until they were 45. So they unfortunately had no cash lying around. That's why the first two pigs had to build their houses out of cheap material. Now you may be wondering how the third pig was able to afford to make his house out of bricks. Well basically he won the lottery but didn't want to share his winnings with his family. The jerk!

All right. But the point is, the pigs were living in three different houses made of three different types of materials. But then one day, a Big Bad Wolf came to town. And he wanted to eat those three little pigs.

Because the only fast food place in town was Chick-Fil-A, and the wolf really was only craving bacon that day.

So the big bad wolf went to the house made of straw. He knocked on the first pig's door and said: Little pig, little pig, let me in.

And as the first pig stood scared and realized his life was soon to end, he began to flashback to when he first met Elsa the Snow Queen and their amazing adventure they had where he learned that when it comes to your fears, you just have to let it go, and should instead ask all of your friends if they wanna build a snowman.

Hold on. What are you doing?

Having a flashback moment. All the best modern stories have them now. Wait'll we get to the part where we discover the first little pig once had a trans-dimensional adventure where he finally discovered the secrets as to why 10 year olds in the Pokémon world never age!

Whatever. Let's just move on. So the pig of course tells the wolf that he can't come in. So the wolf says: Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down. And with a large puff of wind the wolf made from his mouth, he blew the house over.

And of course, the second pig had been watching everything from afar this whole time and saw how that evil wolf senselessly ruined his brother's life. And that was when the second pig decided to dedicate his life to stopping crime.

What?

So by the time the wolf got to the second pig's house and said: Little pig, little pig, let me in, he heard the second pig say: Some little piggys go to market. Some little piggys go home. Some little piggys got roast beef. BUT THIS LITTLE PIGGY IS PACKIN! Then the pig opened the door to the house showing he was holding two HUGE laser guns. The pig pointed them at the wolf and then declared: My name is Inigo Pig Toya. You killed my brother. Prepare to die!

Smackle, what are you doing to this story!?

IMPROVING IT! So then the wolf laughed at his adversary and said: You believe a pig like you can defeat me? The pig smiled and replied: In the words of the cutest sitcom character ever – Michelle Tanner… YOU GOT IT DUDE!

But getting things back on track: the wolf simply huffed and puffed and blew the second pig and his house down. Then the wolf moved on to the third pig's house. And when he got there…

The third pig walked out of his house with two even larger laser guns, and then declared to the wolf… One shall stand. One shall fall. The wolf looked at the pig in hate as he replied: Why throw away your life so recklessly? The pig then simply said: That's a question you should ask yourself Big Bad Wolf.

Hold on! Smackle, what the heck is going on in this story now?

The greatest battle of the century! So the pig and the wolf fought with their laser guns and fists. Eventually they were near the edge of a cliff. Despite both being weakened, the wolf now had the upper hand as he looked at his pig opponent. As the wolf prepared for his final blow, he said: Grr. I would've waited an eternity for this. It's over little pig. Then the little pig put both of his fists together and yelled: NOT BY THE HAIRS ON MY CHINNY CHIN CHIN! And then with his last ounce of strength, the pig pushed the wolf off of the cliff. At last, the little pig had finally honored the memory of his fallen brothers. And that… is where our story ends.

Oh good. Well at least we can stop now before…

Until we get to the sequel where a giant transforming planet turns the Big Bad Wolf into a new villain known as Galva Wolf. But luckily a new hero known as Rodimus Piggy steps up and shows that he has the touch, and he has the power!

Okay. I'm not even doing anything anymore. I'm leaving.

Wait. Farkle. You're going home early? But what about your next story? I thought you were gonna tell the kids all about Sleeping Beauty.

Another time. Besides… it would probably just end with you explaining how the prince was secretly a Pikachu in disguise the whole time.

Wait. You knew that too? Awesome!

THE END

[stereotypcd]

ooc;; so since a lot of ppl liked that post to read Debbie’s newish edited story. HERE YA’ GO !!!

Tell me wht u think :)

Also sorry I can’t put it under a read more bc tumblr is dumb...

CHILDHOOD HEADCANON:

Nigel and Mariann were both workaholics even when they started dating, they never stopped working- even while Mariann was pregnant with their first child. ( Making Debbie a wedlock baby. ) So Debbie was born during the the filming of the giraffes in savanena a mixed woodland/grassland of Africa, for Nigel Thornberrys animal world. Mariann’s water broke half way through the film ( they ended up filming over parts of the animals to film the brith of Debbie. ) They hadn’t expected for Debbie to have been born 2 months earlier than her due date. Nigel was the one to deliver the baby, the giraffes simply continued eating leaves from the tree above where Mariann was giving birth under. Without any sort of pain medicine on top of having her baby early.

They went to a small hospital in a village ( since traveling to far wasn’t safe for the newborn ) who was to care for her. Nigel and Marianne stayed by her side the whole time, hardly sleeping or eating. They waited months, during that time their family visited off and on since it was a long way to go. Grandma Sophia started the whole time too.

They got a makeshift birth certificate madeit was a beautiful baby girl who they named Deborah Radcliffe Thornberry. ( her middle name is her grandpa’s first name, ) it was written on a slip of paper Grandma Sophia had in her purse. They still have it.

The day of the discharge from the hospital was a mixture of joy and worry for the new parents. But Debbie seemed fine and Healthy, of course, the Thornberrys waited a bit longer until they started up their careers again. ( A few more months. ) The first few years of Debbie’s life was spend traveling the world with her parents, which even from a young age she slightly disliked. But she was happy, oddly enough she made friends with some of the more tamed animals. But that was mostly because Debbie was never around/met another kids her own age. Of course, she did get lonely and never really knew how to deal with those crippling feeling of loneliness that the life of traveling gave her.

Sophie would send letters upon letters always about how Debbie shouldn’t be spending her childhood living out of a camper and she feels sorry for Marianne that she can’t give her child all that she deserves because of Marianne’s little career choose. Along with a book called women who joggle to much. ( this happened in S1 Ep16. Nigel knows best. ) But they ignored her persistent nagging. Since they knew what was best for their children and that Debbie was happy and healthy. And as the years went on, she never stopped pressuring them more and more, which is why they caved when she became pregnant with Eliza. Debbie was turning four years old when the family packed up and moved to Flagstaff, Arizona to stay with Sophie and Frank while Mariann was pregnant, so they pushed their wants to the side for a time in order to focus their time wholly on raising Debbie and the new baby.  

Sophie seemed to relish in the idea of having her daughter back, she fussed over everything Mariann did or didn’t do when raising Debbie out in the wild- so she did everything in her power to get everything right with this one.  Over time she and slightly Mariann had become so preoccupied with the baby that Debbie was unintentionally placed on the backburner, not because they wanted it that way- just because it was that way. They seemed to be making up for lost time. But Debbie learned to adjust to spending time with her daddy ( and grandpa if he wasn’t too tired from working.  ) But soon Debbie begin to notice her daddy losing that surge of happiness he used to have, it started off small.  

So Debbie took it into her own hands, somehow feeling that it was her responsibility to mend all of her daddy’s sadness, to fix him. In small ways, the roles switched and soon Debbie filled the role of parent. So when Nigel ended up falling into a deep depression, days where Nigel would spend all day in bed, not shower or even eat ( Mariann or even Debbie would have to try and force him to do those things. ) And being the daddy’s girl Debbie was when she was younger- she would sit on the floor drawing pictures and when he didn’t eat she would bring him goldfish crackers ( she even gave him kippers- but she couldn’t get the tin open, ) she tried her best. She would sit with him and comb her fingers through his unwashed hair while watching animal documentaries. Sometimes he would talk about all the things he knew about animals, Debbie liked those times because he seemed happy.

They ended up getting married a month after moving to Arizona while Mariann was a few weeks along with Eliza.  It was a small wedding with just Nigel and Marianne’s immediate family and few close friends Jomo was Nigel’s best man. Debbie was the flower girl and she loved every second of it- she soaked up all the attention like a sponge. Nigel’s parents stayed with the family for a while, while the wedding was being planned. Grandma Thornberry started to take notice of Debbie’s odd behavior and sought out to correct it- something she tried and failed to do with Nigel. Seeing Debbie’s autism as something to be fixed ( Mariann’s parents knew about Debbie ) she would have Debbie sit on her hands so she couldn’t stim saying “Quiet hands, Deborah.” Or put soap in her mouth whenever she did something that Grandma Thornberry deemed unacceptable for a young lady. 

Of course, when Nigel found out what his mother had been teaching Debbie- he put a stop to it immediately. His daughter was perfect just the way she was, that was one of the few times Nigel raised his voice at his mother- he wasn’t going to let her fill up her head with those nasty thoughts. The following night he sat Debbie down and explained that how she interacted with the world was different from other children but that just made her special and she should never feel bad about being different. That she was perfect and to never change herself for anyone. But the damage was already done, Debbie believed the lies, she believed it was her fault, she knew whose advice she preferred still, she was burdened by a feeling of wrongness and guilt. So she hides those things away, hides those parts of herself buried them deep in the back of her mind.

Debbie was five years old when Eliza was born, it was a long delivery. A healthy baby girl. They prepared carefully for this, reading Debbie picture books about becoming an older sister, asked her opinion on names for the baby. Small things to help Debbie get used to the idea of having a baby sister. The following day, Nigel had been forced out of bed by Debbie to meet the new addition to the Thornberry’s, his hair pulled into a greasy ponytail holding Debbie’s hand. 

Of course, Nigel feared slipping back into that darkness, but when that didn’t happen, and he felt an incredible surge of happiness, he was amazed- Eliza seemed to be the thing to pull him out of that dark place and from the moment she was born to the first injured bird she brought home, Eliza was the favorite. Nigel and Mariann swear they love both of them the same, they love how different they are and love them both for who they are. But at the end of the day, Eliza was the favorite child- she shares the same interests as both her parents which only strengthened their bond to the point where they subconsciously favor their youngest. And of course, Debbie was jealous, but she was glad her daddy finally seemed like his old self, she liked that he took her on nature walks despite not enjoying the bugs, she liked having her dad back- so she bottled up her feelings kept them inside. 

Everything seemed to be going okay for the Thornberry’s, it wasn’t until they tried to enroll Debbie into kindergarten did they run into some trouble because she didn’t have a birth certificate since they never seemed to have time, what with the show taking off in popular before and after she was born. When Debbie finally started kindergarten, she became very anxious suffering from separation anxiety since she had never been apart from her mom and dad before.To some extent she was always the target of teasing because she was different- a bit too weird but it was always a bit hard for Debbie to make friends. ( She’s an extroverted introvert. ) She really excelled in all her classes, Debbie was especially good in math. 

Slowly Nigel and Mariann started to work on their show again, Nigel seemed happier- he’s spark for life was reborn again.  Debbie never made it to fifth grade before her parents decided to pack up the girls and travel the world again, much to the protest of Mariann’s parents ( and Nigel’s too, honestly. ) Eliza was beyond ecstatic about the whole idea… Debbie, on the other hand, was very unhappy about being forced to uproot herself again from the only comfort she’s ever felt was her own. 

Of course, she complained about the move but knew deep down that this was what her dad needed to be happy and she’d do anything for his happiness. Moving from such a spacious home back into the comvee was a huge adjustment for Debbie. Of course, now since she got a taste of what most people have. A real house, friends, and school she craved those things even more. But she was forced to give up those things for the happiness of her family. But she would give it up everything for her family even if it meant that she was unhappy. Her childhood wasn’t bad, it was actually pretty good. But she can’t help that small twinge of sadness in her chest when she looks back on it.

[howlnikiforov]

Crystal Snow

Chapter Three: Embarrassed

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 2841

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

Summary: In a world full of soulmates that can feel the other’s emotions, one would expect to know when their soulmate is hiding a secret

Warnings: mildly graphic description

You thought it was strange that you felt so calm. The air around you was warm and fresh, birds chirping in the distance and insects buzzing around you. It was like a movie. You looked down at his hand, only taking a moment to decide that you wanted to go with him.

His hand was large compared to your petite one, fingers long and nimble just like yours. Your hands fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. It was strange, you thought, that two people could fit so perfectly. It was a comforting thought nonetheless, that the man beside you was yours and there to help you. Namjoon squeezed your hand as he looked down at you, giving you a knowing smile. You blushed and looked away “Where are we going?” You pondered aloud.

“You’ll see in just a minute.” He replied. You noticed how despite feeling calm and collected, his eyes never stopped scanning your surroundings. He took in the high pitch of the birds chirp, the color of their feathers and their breed. He listened to every step you took, paying attention to how your light footsteps sounded so that in the future he wouldn’t mistake you for any body else. The last thing he wanted was to mistake you as an enemy. He shuddered at the thought of accidentally killing you. This caused you to look up at him “what’s wrong?” You asked simply.

He looked down at you, startled. He had forgotten the the person holding his hand was the one soul on earth that knew what he was feeling. “I’m just thinking” he replied, hoping you wouldn’t push him further.

Nodding, you merely squeezed his hand. Seeing as though the two of you had met a mere twenty minutes ago, it was too soon to press on personal thoughts. You wanted to get to know him more before you did everything couples seem to do.

Often times, soulmates moved quickly. It was typical to skip the dating and just get married. After all if you knew who your soulmate was, why wait? What people failed to realize is that sometimes a soulmate wasn’t who they were made out to be. Sometimes there were horrible secrets kept and other times, though rare, soulmates were only meant to be friends. It was easy to sympathize with those whose soulmate was simply to be their friend. Often times they never married. You hoped that that wouldn’t be the case with Namjoon and you. It didn’t seem likely though seeing the attraction already felt between you.

All of a sudden a young man came running up. Namjoon stopped walking and quickly let go of your hand; it was obvious the newcomer had seen your hands locked together, but he chose to pay no attention to it. The male hand short mint hair and brown eyes. He was tall, not quite as tall as Namjoon was, and quite handsome. He quirked an eyebrow at you, looking up and down as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. Namjoon was quick to step in front of you and block his line of sight.

“Yoongi,” he said “do you need something?” the air was tense as the two looked at each other. It was completely different than it had been when it was just the two of you. Namjoon was tense, as if he had been caught doing something bad. Was being with you wrong? You were just walking and trying to talk. The key word being try as the short conversations you had seemed awkward. At least to you. Though by extension that meant he felt awkward conversing.

The man who you now knew was Yoongi, bowed to Namjoon “Sir, people are asking for you.” He leaned to the side to look at you, giving you a wide smile. You could only shyly smile in return. “Who’s she?” he asked.

“She is the person who baked the cupcake you have on your face.” Namjoon replied, causing Yoongi to burst into loud laughter. Namjoon turned to look at you “We will talk later.” he nodded, more to himself than anything else. You watched as he swiveled around, and walked away. Yoongi stayed behind and stared at you.

“Why were you talking with Mr. Kim?” he asked, compelling you to quirk an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t see why you must know.” you countered.

As you began walking away, Yoongi grabbed your arm, “It’s my business to know everything that man does.” The look he gave you warned that if you didn’t say something you’d soon regret it. However, you knew that the whole soulmate thing would best be kept secret. Jerking your arm out of his grip, you quickly walked back to the business party, leaving Yoongi to stare after you. He swiftly took his phone out of his pocket and began researching you.

It was amazing how much one could find out from a name. Names are a very powerful concept in this world. The name Kim Namjoon was an almighty name that instilled fear in the hearts of men. Well, the men who knew who the real Kim Namjoon was. Most saw him as a CEO but a large portion of the corporate world feared him, knowing he was not a man to be reckoned with. Whereas your name, F/N L/N, simply made people think of popular food competitions. Often it made people begin craving some kind of dessert. Your name was not as impressive upon people’s minds as Namjoon and his followers were. Of course that could also have to do with the fact that in another world, Namjoon was known as “RM”. He did quite a bit of dirty work, being a well known torturer. He had taught himself the best torture methods, learning on the way how to enjoy the screams of his victims.

Yoongi, as he did a brief minute of research, was quick to realize why Namjoon had taken such an interest to you. Scrolling through your wikipedia page, he found a picture of you holding an elegant yet simple blue marble cake. In the picture, your sleeves were rolled up exposing your soul mark. Few people knew what Namjoon’s soul mark was and Yoongi, fortunately for him, was lucky enough to be one of them.

He stared in the direction you had gone, wondering if he should do something about this. In their line of work, soulmates were dangerous. If anyone found out about a soulmate, the partner was sure to disappear only to turn up two days later with their limbs missing. Yoongi should know. He recently kidnapped a male and left him dead on the porch of his target’s house.

Yoongi walked back to the party and stood watch over everyone. He was glad to see that Namjoon was nowhere near you and was in fact talking with the CEO of Soo Industries. Meanwhile you were simply standing by your cupcake display, looking like you were about to start packing up. The event was almost over anyway so it was only natural.

You were happy to see most of your cupcakes gone. As you watched the crowd slowly dissipate, you allowed yourself to eat one of the five leftover cupcakes.Your employees began disassembling the display and as you helped them, you found a piece of paper taped to the bottom of the stand. On it was a set of numbers, presumably a phone number, and three simple words: “call me tonight.” You smiled a little and pocketed the paper.

From the distance, Namjoon’s eyes watched you as he sipped on champagne.

Later that night, after you had closed your shop and gotten home, you took that paper out of your back pocket and looked at it. Your phone laid on the table, unlocked and ready for you to type in the number. You weren’t sure if you wanted to call, thinking texting would be better. You were always too business-like when talking on the phone, or so your best friend said. Still, that paper said to call so you that’s what you did. You dialed the number and put the phone to your ear. Almost immediately someone was answering the phone, “Who are you?” you recognized it as the voice of Yoongi. Suddenly there was a lump in your throat and you regretted calling.

You felt a sudden jolt of excitement from Namjoon as you heard shuffling on the phone. That was when you heard his voice “Y/N,” he breathed “I wasn’t sure you’d actually call.”

You giggled softly as you played with a loose string on your shirt. Before you managed to say something he spoke up again, “Do you wanna go out for coffee?”

In the background you could hear Yoongi say “Sir, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You heard Namjoon sigh and felt a wave of disappointment pierce you.

“We can meet at my bakery,” you offered, instantly feeling that sadness replaced with hope “it’s closed so no one but us would be there…” you chewed on your lip nervously.

“Brilliant idea! I’ll see you there!” He hung up after a quick goodbye.

You ran a hand through your hair and ran into your room. Shedding your jacket and top, replacing it with a light blue blouse with white flowers scattered around. Donning on a pair of black skinny jeans, a quick look in the mirror told you that you needed to do something with your hair. You didn’t want to do too much with it so you ran a brush through your hair and put it in a high ponytail. Since you lived only half a block from your shop, you decided you’d kill some time by going in and cooking up something special.

Yoongi stared at Namjoon, “What sounds brilliant?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We are going to Y/N’s bakery.” He stated, leaving no room for argument as he walked out of the room.

Namjoon had quite the collection of cars. Most being black with darkened windows as to hide himself and any possible passengers he may have. However, for this occasion Namjoon chose an everyday car, leaving the more conspicuous cars for his seven men. He got into the silver 2016 Honda Accord. Opening the garage, he took off, far too excited to be able to get to talk with you.

Unlocking the front door to the bakery, you walked in and turned on the lights. The chairs were on the tables so you went to one close to the counter and took the chairs down. Going into the kitchen, you began taking out the ingredients to make strawberry shortcake. Mixing the baking soda, flour, and sugar, you began singing along to OneRepublic’s “All the Right Moves,” a song that was stuck in your head.

Leaving the cake to bake, you began making the whipped cream that would go along with it. You threw in some previously sliced strawberries to the cream. Glancing at the time, you saw it was now past 10:00pm. Namjoon would be there soon.

Unsure of how Namjoon preferred his coffee, or if he even wanted coffee, you decided to hold off on making any beverages until he arrived. In the meantime, you took the shortcake out of the oven. The bakery filled with the smell of freshly baked cake. The smell mixed with the scent of the strawberries, creating a sensational combination.

After letting it cool for a little while, you began putting the whip cream on the cake, topping it with whole strawberries. You set the cake on the table as well as two white ceramic plates.

Almost as soon as you began cleaning up the mess the bell rang, signaling someone had come in. You walked to the front and was greeted by the sight of Namjoon dressed in a deep purple button up and black slacks. The first two buttons were left undone, exposing a small glimpse of his chest. His brown hair was disheveled yet he somehow made it look stylish. He was breathtaking. “Good evening.” You greeted, walking up to him.

He grinned at you “Good evening! You’ve got a nice place.” he said, looking around. The walls were light blue with white snowflake decals. Fairy lights hung around the walls and chandeliers from the ceiling. The tables were made of white marble and the chairs made of black wood. The colors all contrasted well and gave off the feel of a winter wonderland. Everything seemed to glitter under the lights, including the floor. The pastry display was empty, waiting to be filled with tomorrow’s batches of goods.

“Thank you,” you looked down at your feet for a second then looked back up at your soulmate “would you like some coffee? Or tea?” You offered, leading him to the table you had set up.

“Tea please.” Namjoon sat at the table and stared at the strawberry shortcake, pleasantly surprised. As you went back to make some tea, Namjoon asked, “Did you just make this? It smells amazing.”

“I did actually. I hope you like it” Filling a kettle and putting it on the stove, you lit the fire to let the water boil. You took out two tea cups and put in a bag of peppermint tea, making sure it was all ready for when the water was done. You came back to the table to find that Namjoon had already cut you a slice of the cake and was in the middle of cutting one for himself.

Things felt a lot more comfortable now than at his business party. Perhaps it was simply because of the feel of your bakery, or maybe because now the two of you were alone. At least that’s what you thought. The seven men closest to Namjoon surrounded the area of your bakery, keeping watch for any suspicious activities. Six of the seven were quite confused as to why Namjoon would drive over an hour simply to go to a bakery. The newest addition, Minhyuk, was especially curious. He had yet to find out who the real Namjoon was and was still under the impression that the man was as cruel as can be. Yoongi had stayed quiet about the whole soulmate thing. This was something for Namjoon to announce, not him.

Your laugh filled the silence of the bakery as you watched Namjoon clumsily drop the first bite of his cake onto his right leg. You were quick to provide him with plenty of napkins to clean himself with. At the same time the kettle squealed, screaming that the water was at its boiling point. You sprinted to the back, turning off the stove and taking the kettle to pour the water in the two cups. You walked back to Namjoon, seeing he had composed himself and marginally cleaner than he had been seconds before.

“So what inspired the name of your bakery?” Namjoon asked “Why ‘Winter Serendipity’?”

“Well, it’s simple really. Because of the mark we share, I’ve always had an obsession with the season and often times you have provided me with a sense of peace, happiness and safety, hence serendipity.” You blushed as you explained, slightly embarrassed to say he was a large part of your inspiration for the name.

He gave you a soft smile, exposing his dimples. Without thinking you reached across the table and poked his dimples, causing his smile to widen into a large grin. He laughed softly, watching your face turn redder than the strawberries on the cake. You shrieked and immediately stood, embarrassed. He found your actions quite endearing. He watched as you ran off to the back, amused by the embarrassment you were feeling.

You took deep breaths, willing for the redness to disappear as you grabbed the two tea cups. You brought them to the table, turning to walk back towards the kitchen. However, Namjoon prevented you from walking away by standing and grabbing your wrist. He pulled you to his body and wrapped his strong arms around your frame. He squeezed you to him, a smile seemingly to have permanently etched itself onto his face. “You are beyond adorable.” He said endearingly.

His comment only made you blush more. You were thankful he couldn’t see your face. All too soon he let go of you, sitting back down in his chair. You had forgotten why you were going back to the kitchen so you sat down as well. When you sipped on your tea your eyes widened. Swallowing your gulp you exclaimed “Sugar! That’s what I needed!’ You stood and ran back, bringing a container of sugar out. Namjoon laughed at your antics, already seeming to fall into the dangerous trap of love.

The rest of the night continued like that, with the two of you constantly laughing at each other while getting to know the other’s personality. You spent hours talking and it wasn’t until it was 1:06AM that you finally bade each other goodnight.

[islandpcosjourney]

Hindsight

29th December 2020

3 years ago, after a lovely family Christmas and a crazy few weeks beforehand redecorating the kitchen & dining room, I was enjoying some down-time. Facebook reminded me today that we were removing my fireplace in town – a big job involving big hammers and lots of sweat, on hubby’s part anyway ;) I had also just said goodbye to my Dad for the last time, although I didn’t know that. My final words to him were “Please go see a doctor” as we had noticed that he wasn’t himself while he was with us Christmas week. If I’d known in hindsight that I’d never see or speak to him again, I’d have never let him go. For the last 3 years I’ve punished myself for that. But in all honesty, I’m glad I didn’t know, despite the shock of his untimely passing, as I spent no time trying to cling onto something I wouldn’t have. He was just my Dad, it was just an ordinary Christmas, we were just hammering concrete out of a fireplace, as per usual and it was his time to go.

This year. The year of COVID. The year of cancellations. The year of worry. The year of unknowns. The year of excess screen time. The year of FOOD! This was the year of a fresh start. A chance to really sit down and think, quietly about anything and everything. In a year where our health has been debated so much in the press and in the community, I chose this year to sort it out, head on. Or rather, this was the year that my body chose, to WANT to sort itself out.

Many of you will have read before of the trials and tribulations that my PCOS gives me daily. It’s a vicious circle of physical and mental symptoms caused by external and internal factors. But before this year, although I’d done tons of research and I knew everything I could about my difficulties, I still couldn’t solve them. Something was always stopping me and that was indeed me.

We are what we eat. I truly believe this and always did but mentally I was always being drawn to the wrong foods. I still am, I am human after all but while most people had a kill switch to stop themselves from eating junk, my switch was broken, or so I thought. I understood the theory behind what foods would be good for me but putting it into practice is always the hard part and I’m sure many of you will have faced this before yourselves!

During lockdown, like many others, I was forced online to work. It wasn’t long after that I started noticing daily headaches, getting worse and worse. After a while, it was debilitating, and I was at the point (when in normal circumstances) where I’d have run to the GP for some stronger pills! But this wasn’t really an option this time and it forced me to think alternatively. I was convinced it was screen time to blame so I took a wee break and combined my teaching days/hours to make sure I had a long weekend away from the computer to recover each week. Around the same time, I was also experiencing buzzing in my ears – one Sunday thinking I was going insane hearing somebody strimming in their garden, when of course nobody would do that up here on a Sunday! Kevin definitely thought I’d gone mad and I was certainly believing I was! We figured out it was tinnitus or something similar and deduced I’d just have to ignore it, along-with my headaches. Fast forward to June when I finally decided to move a huge pile of recipe books from the landing upstairs. I can’t remember why they ended up there in the first place but rather than putting them back downstairs again, they’d just sat there in a tall pile for months. It was at this stage that I came across Jason Vale’s Turbo Charge Your Life in 14 Days book. A book I’d had at college and had used to lose weight before my degree’s final recital in 2009. I remembered losing 7lbs in 7 days. I sifted through all the pages and got swept back through memory lane and my tastebuds started to remember the taste of some of the juices. Mmmmmmmm yummy. Especially the Turbo charge smoothie – Pineapple, apple, lime, spinach, cucumber, celery & avocado. The ONLY form of avocado I would eat as I hated its taste but seemed to love its creaminess in a smoothie! Avocado being an essential fat that I KNEW I should be eating with my PCOS…… So, the next shopping trip I decided the buy the ingredients, dig out my juicer and before I knew it, while planning a week away to see my Mum & brother, I also planned a detox! AND it timed in perfectly with Jason’s BIG juice challenge between 6th – 12th July! Perfect, all meant to be.

So now, let’s cut a long story very short. I returned a week later totally rejuvenated, hadn’t eaten a single morsel of chewable food in 8 days and I’d lost 8lbs – here, something was working! I felt amazing, my headaches had gone, my skin was glowing, my teeth were whiter, I had tons of energy and I no longer had any ringing in my ears – all after just one week. Ok, so let’s continue! Nearly 6 months later incorporating juicing into my daily diet and I’m 30lbs down (It was at 33lbs, but Christmas was far too good hahahaha). I’ve set myself a target of 100lbs but the biggest reason for this dietary change is not to lose all the excess weight I’m carrying, although of course that will help, its to always put my health first and live the healthiest life I can. In a year where health has never been more important, I am finally on top of mine. I have finally found a way to control my symptoms and my cravings, naturally. I know it probably all sounds ridiculously obvious, but we are what we eat. My body was consuming junk therefore I was junk – I was overweight, chronically fatigued, had oily/acne skin, excess hair, moody, depressive, stressed, dull, no fun – the list is endless. I will now consume, in an average juicy week: 7 pineapples, 56 apples, 7 limes, 28 celery sticks, 28 asparagus spears, 7 courgettes, 2 bags of spinach, 1.5 bags of kale, 3.5 cucumbers, 3 broccoli stems, a few bananas, massive handfuls of mixed berries, beetroot, 7 pears, 7 avocados. Safe to say I am now bright, bubbly, happy, positive, glowing, full of energy, no back pain or headaches, smooth skin everywhere and best of all, I am reducing my PCOS symptoms massively. I’ve been at this weight before; I remember how I felt at this weight before. My weight has nothing to do with this feeling. The food I am eating is directly responsible. Finally, an answer to all my troubles. I know it sounds obvious but how many of us will turn to medications or look for other factors to blame for our chronic conditions? I did! As soon as I was diagnosed, I continuously went running back to the GP/consultant for more and more pills. One to sort that, one to sort this, another one to counteract the last one etc etc. I KNOW categorically that the medications were intoxicating me and that the fuel I put into my body causes the relevant energy output whether strong or weak. I know that if I wake up in the morning and feel tired, a juice will sort me out, not caffeine. I know that if I’m tired at night it is because of the incorrect fuel I’ve put into my body earlier that day, for whatever reason I decided to consume it. I am seeing a direct long-term result of it all too.

From previous blogs, you will know that I DID NOT have a menstrual cycle without medical intervention. As of Boxing Day this year, that is no longer true. It may have taken since July to regulate my hormones naturally, but it has worked. Obviously, time will tell if I’m going to restore any kind of regularity to it but in all honesty, that’s not a concern right now as I can’t remember having a regular cycle since I was a teenager, so we’re talking around 20 years of hormonal disruption to be reversed and Rome wasn’t built in a day! Interestingly the last “natural” cycle I had after stopping years of medication also appeared on Boxing Day, in 2016 ;) In August this year, I was convinced “mother nature” had come to visit but she only said a very brief hello in a socially distanced way for a day so this time with the COVID restrictions lifted a little she was able to come to stay with gifts of stomach cramps, carb cravings & headaches as a way of getting us reacquainted again. Needless to say, she was made very welcome and I’ve never been happier, especially by hugging a hot water bottle.

Not everything is quite sorted but as you can imagine, its well on track! I now choose my food wisely, looking for naturally wholesome options as is humanly possible and just being more conscious of what I am eating (of course I eat treats ocassionally but I’m doing it consciously). Would you put dirty fuel in a car? Of course not. Would you put dirty oil in during an oil change? Of course not. That’s what I believe medications do to chronic conditions – they throw dirty oil into an already dirty engine. Our cars need servicing each year where they get an oil change, where the filters are cleaned, where essential maintenance is done, so why don’t we do that when we’re chronically sick? Why do we turn to pills to sort a condition we’ve developed rather than look to what we’re fuelling our body with and give it a good clean out? Of course we need medicines for acute conditions but chronic ones can be reversed if we clean out the “filter” and do an “oil change”. I’ve seen tons of documentaries recently where I’ve learned of people curing their Asthma, Eczema, Psoriasis, Diabetes etc I’ve even seen a documentary where cancers have gone into remission for dozens of years through eating raw food alone. I know it’ll sound very “out there” for some people and it would’ve done for me too had I not gone looking for Functional Medicine (using food to heal) research after years of understanding the theory behind it but not finding the right way to put it into practice. But, never in my whole life and in spite of a worldwide Pandemic, have I felt more alive or healthier than I do right now. I may have turned the clock back 3 years on my weight but energy-wise I feel about 15 years younger which is far more important than any number on the bathroom scales.

In hindsight, do I wish that I’d reached these dietary conclusions earlier? Not at all. It wasn’t the right time. In hindsight, I can see that all of the information that I have been armed with over the years, are the tools that have set me up for the success I now have. Like a fine wine, I needed time to breathe, time to mature to become the best I can be. No point in opening it early, you’ll just be disappointed. A good teacher is somebody who’s struggled themselves and I’m a better, stronger person for having had my major struggles. There’s probably many still to come. Life is never boring!

Now that I’ve written this, I logged into Tumblr to copy this blog across and to see when I last posted and to my amazement it was Boxing day last year! I love coincidences of dates & Boxing Day seems to have cropped up a number of times. I said that my goal was to increase my energy levels as I really struggled this time last year. I had said regarding Christmas day:

“I want to be able to, one day, wake up early to make the breakfast, open stocking presents, get dressed inc. make up, cook a Christmas dinner, watch a bit of Christmas TV, play some board games, do the washing up and still feel like a proper woman – not some shadow of one who can only do one or two tasks a day.”

Well I did all those things! I’d totally forgotten that I’d even set that goal (for one day!) but I reached it a year later and more. I never thought I’d be sizes smaller than a previous year as my pattern has always been to be one size bigger each year ;) I recently ordered a few jumpers for the harsh winter, one a size 16-18 and one a size 14 for the future. Well, although a stretchy material, I’m in the size 14 jumper and had to send back the other as it just hung off me! Considering I was a size 20 last year, ballooned to a size 22 by the middle of the year and now I’m back to the size I was 3 years ago, I’m delighted. I also don’t get the violently ill episodes when I eat gluten/dairy now that I did before when I religiously followed a PCOS diet and ocassionally slipped up. I honestly think fruit & veg is healing my gut, my hormones, my skin, every organ in my body! There’s a lot to say for eating a plant-based diet, not only for my health but also the purse-strings but there’s also lots to say for eating balanced nutrition and listening to one’s body for what it really needs. My ears are wide open now.

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105

Being Klaus Mikaelson's partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won't let me have cookies!”

“That's because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It's late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn't fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I'll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

“Uh, I have a little surprise for you, sweetie.” Winking, you guided his hand to your hot, bare core underneath the short sundress you had on and earned a grunt from him. “So, how do you like it?”

“If you keep doing that, I'll have to fuck you right here. And you know I can't stop until you're screaming and begging for more.” His voice was hoarse, soaked in desire. Klaus started to slowly circle figure eights on your clit, which made a gentle sigh escape. That man knew how to turn you on like no other. “This little pussy wants my cock, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, it does.” You linked your arms behind his neck, soon after standing on your toes to steal a shy peck. His rough hand kept working on the centre of your legs, providing a wave of jitters to spread through your form. “But I rather not traumatise our two daughters who are just outside.”

“I'm sorry, love.” His face did not seem apologetic at all, though, which drove a small smirk to curl your lips. “It's hard to control myself when I sense that smell. When I know you're wet just for me. My little wolf craving her alpha.”

“Fuck, Nik. Don't me make this any harder that it already is.”

The man chuckled, his slim digits sliding across your face while his blue eyed stare consumed you to the bone. In a sly movement, you shortened the space between you, kissing him again, this time in a more heatedly way. Unfortunately, it only lasted half a minute, because two loud and clear screams made themselves heard, calling off the moment for now.

“I’ll go see what happened and put Cami to bed, since you clearly can't.” You glanced down, finding his length hardened and knowing he could not go anywhere near his kids with a hard-on. “Shouldn’t take long.”

Klaus nodded, swiftly agreeing with your statement, and went upstairs, leaving you to deal with the two girls. As you walked towards the yelling source, your mind wandered of how you felt when you found out about the loophole that gave you two amazing daughters with the man you loved. Of course you were shocked at first, for the idea had never crossed your mind, however, it all disappeared once you held baby Hope in your arms. Camille, the youngest, came eight years later. The Mikaelsons thrilled with both arrivals, glad that their family was being purified by these two pure souls.

“Mum!”

“What is going on here?”

“Hope stole my cookie!”

“Dad said you couldn't have it.” The brown haired teenager rolled her eyes, shaking her head to her younger sister. “I was just following his rules.”

“Hope’s right, Cami, your father did tell you not to eat it and you disobeyed him.”

“But mum I was hungry!” The blonde whimpered, crossing her arms against her chest.

“No excuse! Go to your room, brush your teeth and off to bed. It's almost ten P.M. and you should be sleeping by now.”

“I'm not sleepy yet!”

“You'll be when you get in bed.” You gazed at Hope, who was leant against a white wall, observing the entire thing and shot her a smile. She groaned. “Thanks, pup.”

“Come on, little brat, let's get you settled to go to bed.”

A proud smile lied on your lips as you watched them mingle with the shadows, going to their rooms. Without a doubt, despite the trouble the sisters caused, they had been the most wonderful gift Klaus had ever given you. Actually, given to you both.

Clamping your bottom lip between your teeth, you remembered that he was waiting for you, possibly lying naked in your bed. The thought made a light discharge drip down your legs and you finally moved, rapidly, to where he was, also hoping he had touched himself so you could punish him right.

Oh, damn you, Niklaus Mikaelson!

“Stop teasing, Nik!” A mellow moan echoed on the place as the blond slithered his thumb across your entrance. After that, he licked a stripe on your inner thigh, winning another frustrated grunt. “Shit!”

“Tell me, love” A pair of blue eyes were raised to look at you whilst his breath fanned your slit, making you contort and arch your back. “What do you want?”

“I want your fucking dick buried inside my pussy. Am I asking too much?” You supported yourself on your elbows, glancing over at him. The Hybrid grinned and pulled your legs, making you fall on your back against the mattress again, then, without hesitation, he shoved two of his digits inside your throbbing core. “Oh God.”

“Nah, don't bother God about this, sweetheart.” Still pounding his fingers in and out, he leant in and savoured one of your nipples. His tongue swirling around the soft skin to make it turgid. All you managed to do was moan, gasp and pant. The orgasm seemed seconds away. “Is my baby girl close? I can feel your walls starting to clench, darling.”

“J-just k-keep going, baby. It feels so good!”  

Klaus roughly grasped your hips, bringing them to his mouth in order for him to get taste of your dripping pussy. The soft touch erupted a minor throaty moan, causing a smug smirk to curve Klaus’ lips. You could literally feel him do it. He continued to pump and kitten lick your bundle of nerves until you broke down, cumming; your entire form trembled, shuddering. Plus, you were not able to help the loud “Klaus” that came alongside your climax.

“You're going to wake up the kids this way, love.”

“Shut up.” You laughed, breathlessly. “It's your fault.”

“Well…” A genuine smile made his dimples show and that, although it sounded crazy, got you aroused again. He caught the scent right away. “Oh, look! My baby girl is ready again, isn't she?”

“Oh yeah, she is.” The hoarse whisper that fell from your lips was surprisingly sexy; plus, it imbued you with enough boldness to get him to lie down on the bed and quickly straddle the big bad wolf. “And she's going to ride the hell out of you.”

“Uh, interesting.” He rested his hands on each side of your hips, his thumbs massaging it at leisure. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Ride your man!”

“My man?” You queried, quirking a brown while swiveling on his lap, gaining a deep grunt. “Since when you are so keen to being under me?”

“I guess I enjoy the bouncing of your tits above me.” The Mikaelson shrugged and you bit your lower lip, eventually joining him in a giggle. “Come on, love, do your thing. It's starting to get a bit uncomfortable.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Say how badly you want my pussy. Beg for it.”

“I want it very, very much. I want to feel it strangling my thick cock.”

“Fuck.” The mutter made him smile. “You're so delicious, Nik. So tempting.”

Yet, before you could finally sink down on his dick and end the built up tension, the tall wooden door from the master suite was swung open, revealing a frightened seven year old. Camille's eyes, however, soon showed signs of confusion to why her mother was on top of her father, both bare naked. The second you noticed the child, you squealed, quickly covering yourself with a sheet and blushing, your cheeks bright red from embarrassment.

“Cami, what are-” Hope widened her eyes to the scene and a little after she frowned, looking away. “Ew!”

“Oh my God.” You buried your face on your hands while Klaus simply laughed, covering himself and sitting straight. “I thought you had locked the door!”

“Mum, dad, what were you doing?” The high pitched voice that belonged to your younger daughter questioned and she quickly narrowed her eyes. “I woke up with a bunch of weird noises, then I heard mum screaming and I thought you were doing something to her, dad. Also, why are you naked?”

“Come here, sweetheart.” Klaus requested, wearing his best reassuring smile. “You too, Hope.”

“Oh no, I don't want to hear that.”

“Quit being a brat!” He said, rolling his eyes; her gaze fell to the volume underneath the sheet that covered his stuff. Noticing it, you swiftly threw a pillow on it. No need to traumatise them any further. “Alright, darling, you see… Your mum and I were just playing a game.”

“What kind of game?”

Your husband exhaled, licking his lips and trying his best to stay calm.

“Uh, it's a game that people who love each love each other play.”

“But if it's only a game, why come you're not wearing clothes? And why was mum screaming?”

“We can't play it unless it's without clothes, it's not fair to the participants. As for you mum, she lost so I had to... tickle her.”

“Oh damn, this is so disgusting!” Hope cried, crinkling her nose. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

“Can I play it too, dad?”

“No!” You squeaked, widening your eyes and shaking your head violently. “It's a game for grown ups like dad and I, sweetie.”

“Oh. Wait, all the times I heard you screaming you were playing this game?”

“You heard us before?” The blond Mikaelson questioned, incredulously.

“Mostly mum saying things like 'faster’ and 'deeper’. “ Cami shrugged. “And you calling her ‘baby’.”

“Camille, let's go to bed, shall we?” Hope interrupted, obviously tired and disgusted to be there. “It's late, mum and dad need to finish whatever they were doing and we need to sleep. We have school tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She agreed, yawning afterwards. “Take me to bed, Hopey.”

The teenager picked her small sister up and the latter smoothly lied her blonde head on Hope's shoulder, falling asleep in a blink of an eye. You motioned to stand up, however, Klaus gripped your wrist, forbidding you to move away from him. A second later he broke the awkward silence:

“Darling…”

“Don't push me, dad.” The brown haired Mikaelson watched your movements and politely denied it with a wave of her hand. “I got this, mum. Just… Leave me alone for a while, okay? Both of you.”

“I'm sorry you had to see this.” You stated, your irises infused with guilt. “I thought your stupid father had locked the bloody door.”

“Let’s forget this ever happened.” The fifteen year old said, closing her eyes. “Good night, dad. Mum.”

“Good night, gorgeous.”

The Original Hybrid stood up, as soon as she was gone, and clicked the door shut. Your cheeks were still red, you were still ashamed; how could you ever forget this? Your daughters, the little people you brought to life, had seen you about to have sex with their father. If the supernatural life did not damage them, this surely would do the trick.

“Love… Don't take this too seriously.”

“How can I not? They saw us, for God's sake!”

“So what? Cami is not old enough to understand what she saw and Hope knows we do it. No big deal.”

“One thing is to know, the other is to see it.”

He rolled his eyes, unexpectedly pulling you by your ankles and opening your legs to him. His digits slided through your folds, caressing them and slowly getting them wet again. You allowed your head to fall back, fully aware that it was useless to fight against the man who possessed the sex drive of a seventeen year old boy. Also, you were way too sexually frustrated to deny it by this point.

“Shall we continue our little game, love?”

“Argh, do it already, Niklaus!” The demand slipped whilst you screwed your eyes shut, grasping the bed's sheet, squeezing it tightly. “I need you inside of me. Right fucking now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Grinning, Klaus teased you a tad more, using the swollen tip of his cock to stroke your clit, his pre-cum mixing up with your juices, which helped a lot to increase the room's heat. It was all so hot! You whined, words barely audible. At last, he granted your wish, pushing his shaft inside of you in a sharp movement, obtaining a low gasp as an answer. The Hybrid stayed still for a minute, waiting for your walls to adjust and stretch.

“Wait, before you start, I have a better idea.” A dirty smile changed your face, giving it a lewd beam. “You said you like my tits bouncing. Let me go on top, come on.”

“The kitty likes to be the dominant.” He chuckled, quickly switching places and letting you ride him as you wished. “Bounce those for me, love.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Repeating his words, you slapped your hands on his chest and began to move in a medium stride, earning raspy grunts from Klaus, who had pierced his blue eyes on your entire body, watching as you went up and down on his cock. Damn, that made you feel hotter than ever.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, soon he was cupping your breasts, lightly squeezing them; also, his digits found the soft skin of your peaks, pinching it slightly and making you shiver. Due to the intensity, your hands curled into fists on his chest, punching it as you started to grind against his dick, feeling it go all the way up.

“Shit!” You gasped, and so did he, chewing your bottom lip to hold back the screams that were about to come out. “Klaus, you make me feel so damn good!”

“Oh yeah?” The original’s voice was hoarse, soaked in the mixture of sensations both of you were sharing. “I-I’m going to-”

“Sh.” Silencing him with a finger, you leant in to get a taste from that tasty mouth; the next minute, your tongues were swirling together whilst your forms rocked back and forth to achieve the ultimate pleasure. “Cum to me, Nik.”

“It's always for you, love.” A faint chuckle left his lips as he gripped your hip, moving his own against yours and creating an incredible amount of friction that got your walls clenching around him in no time. “Keep doing that. It feels amazing.”

Using his thumb, he circled figure eights on your small bundle of nerves, which was more than enough to drive you over the edge. High on the orgasm, you cried out his name, allowing your body to fall limp above him. The Hybrid did not stop, though; he pounded in and out of you insanely, groaning raspily.

Finally, after a couple slaps on your ass and letting a low, but sexy, growl escape, Klaus came inside of you. His hot seed filling you up, completing the rough sex session. It had been so intense, you couldn't even raise your glance to observe him, for your form was still numbed out.

“Fuck.” The blond Mikaelson mumbled, his large hands sliding down your back, in order to sooth you and show his affections. “You've been such a good girl, babe.”

“I love when you call me that.” A weak smirk curved your parted lips, a pant falling from them as you did so. “Nik, you tired me out this time.”

“That's new, Y/N.” His chest jittered with his laugh. “Do you want to take a shower, love?”

“Only if you bathe me, because, honestly, I'm not strong enough to do it myself. Seriously, honey, this time you fucked me into oblivion.”

“Is that good or bad?” Klaus quizzed and you could sense he was smiling. “So…?”

“That's good. That's fucking good.”

“We should do it more often, then.”

“For now, just shower me, okay? Let me recover first.”

Chuckling, he easily got up and collected your form from the king sized bed, heading towards the bathroom. You checked the mess that you two left behind over his shoulder, beginning to laugh afterwards, because, between you, it was always this messy.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head, caressing his stubbled cheek. “I love you.”

“Uh, I've tired you out and got an 'I love you’. Is it my birthday?”

“Tosser.”

“That's the Y/N I know.”

“You didn't say it back.” He frowned, placing you carefully on the bathtub. “That you love me.”

“Seriously?”

“Niklaus, you humped my brains out and now you're shy to say I love you?”

“You know that I do. I love you so damn much.”

A bright smile enlightened your traits while he turned on the warm water faucet, joining you inside the tub right afterwards. With your back resting against him, you could not help but think of how it did not matter how bad he was outside, whenever he was with you, it was always going to be like this: soft and sweet.

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Cinematic Comic Characters Ranked! (Year 2009) Final Part

It’s rough coming right after a fantastic year of movies (2008) but 2009 did pretty well for itself. Terminator Salvation is our only sequel and we also get an X-Men spinoff with X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Kids favorite shows come out with Astro Boy, Dragonball: Evolution, and G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra, and we got a couple of thrillers with Whiteout and Surrogates. We also get the debut of the controversial Watchmen! Here’s your TOP 20!

*SPOILERS AHEAD FOR ALL HIGHLIGHTED MOVIES ABOVE*

20. Tom Greer (Surrogates)

"You don't change what's been done. You and I know that better than most people."

Tom Greer is a cop living in a world where surrogates are used for everything and humans don't even leave their bedrooms. He gets thrown into a murder case where people are dying through their hosts and gets his whole world turned upside down when his surrogate is destroyed. Now Greer is forced to live as a human again and deal with the emotions and risks that comes with it. After stopping Canter from killing every human attached to the surrogate, he ultimately decides to let the virus destroy the surrogates and returns to home to fix his relationship with his wife.

19. Kyle Reese (Terminator Salvation)

"Come with me if you want to live!"

Introducing a young Kyle Reese, the man who goes back in time and ends up being John Connor's father, was such an interesting dynamic. Kyle looked up to John, completely unaware that he was the one who created him, along with Sarah Connor. Star being his traveling buddy proves that he's good with kids and his character really shows when he calms down all the prisoners and continues to inspire them despite their dreadful looking futures. Skynet recognizes him as the biggest threat so he ends up becoming the number one target and has to get rescued by John and Marcus, another man he ends up looking up to.

18. Snake Eyes (G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra)

*silently fights with ninja sword*

Another mute on our list, Snake Eyes has taken a vow of silence after it appeared his arch enemy, Storm Shadow, killed their master. Now on the G.I. Joe team, Snake Eyes is called in when the team desperately needs a win. He pulls through for the most part, until Storm Shadow comes back in the picture. Personally, there's not much emotional investment I can give to a mute that literally covers his entire body to the point that I never see facial journeys or expressions. Like yes, he's a bad ass, but I really wanted to know how he felt knowing that Storm Shadow wasn't the one who killed his master after all.

17. Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias (Watchmen)

"I don't mind being the smartest man in the world, I just wish it wasn't this one."

Our villain, not villain of the movie. Adrian is one of the only superheroes to reveal his identity, now using his incredible brain to help out the world...as well as start a toy line. Turns out he's the one that killed The Comedian and managed to block out Dr. Manhattan from his plan to 'save the world'. How does he do this? By blowing up cities full of millions of innocent people. Unlike most villains, he doesn't give the heroes a chance to stop him, he pulls the trigger and gets away with it. The worst part? His plan sort of works. All the world leaders decide to band together in peace to heal their major losses and will look to him and his resources for guidance. He also had this really cool looking purple tiger that he killed for no reason and knowing Zack Snyder as a director, I think Adrian is supposed to be bisexual with his high interest in Alexander the Great.

16. Kayla Silverfox (X-Men Origins: Wolverine)

"Walk until you bleed... then keep walking!"

Kayla Silverfox is a mutant with the ability to control others through touch. After her sister is taken by Stryker, she agrees to start a relationship with Logan and fake her death so that he would seek revenge and agree to go through the Weapon X program. I guess she really did care for him, but it's hard to believe it when she only brings it up as a way to convince him to help her rescue her sister. I think it does show she cares though when she tries to convince him not to kill Victor, not wanting him to give in to his animal side. In the end she does actually die, getting shot by Stryker, but not before she gets Stryker under her control and makes him disappear.

15. Wallace A. Weems/Ripcord (G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra)

"Don't start being all nice now."

Everyone needs a comic relief, and on the G.I. Joe's team it's Ripcord. Literally every seen he was in he ends up being the butt of a joke, which obviously got old really quick. It was nice to see him bring out the emotional side of Scarlett and he did truly care about Duke when he was in trouble, so he was more bearable after that. He does come through in the end, flying one of the fastest jets known to man to take out the three missiles launched at three huge city populations all by himself.

14. Shana M. O'hara/Scarlett (G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra)

"Kill all the bad guys."

With Cover Girl dying early on in the movie, Scarlett ends up being the only girl representing the Joe's. Being just as smart as Breaker and one of the best fighters on the team, Scarlett proves she's not t be taken lightly. Her knowledge of different languages helps Ripcord take down the warheads at the end of the movie and we see her start to embrace her emotional side instead of just being the perfect robot soldier.

13. Daniel Dreiberg/Nite Owl II (Watchmen)

"God I'm tired of being afraid, afraid of war, afraid of the mask-killer and afraid of this goddamn suit, and how much I need it."

Daniel is the nicest guy in this whole movie! He doesn't even do much that's super nice, he just doesn't do anything that makes him an asshole like every other guy in the movie. Even though he's the second Nite Owl, he's considered the best, even by the original. He takes not being a hero anymore pretty well and starts living a normal life, but he starts craving the suit more and more as each day passes by. Laurie coming back in his life is the match to light the fire and he officially comes out of retirement to help save the world again, as well as have some steamy sex with Laurie on his owl-shaped jet/ship. There's really nothing he can do to stop Adrian's plan or to stop Rorschach's death but he is able to call Adrian out on his hypocrisy before continuing his life fighting crime with Laurie.

12. Victor Creed/Sabretooth (X-Men Origins: Wolverine)

"Nobody gets to kill you but me!"

So in a bizarre twist, Victor Creed is actually Logan's older brother. As they grow up, its blatantly obvious that Logan is the superior brother though, and that creates some jealous tension coming from Victor. When Logan 'abandons' him and quits Stryker's team, he works with Stryker to bring him down. He also hunts down any mutant that can help with Weapon XI. Being Stryker's glorified lap dog ends up benefiting him in no way, shape, or form as Stryker reveals he lied and that the adamantium wouldn't work on Victor like it did Logan. Of course this doesn't go well and the two brother duke it out, with Logan coming out as the winner, even more so when he decides to spare Victor's life. Victor returns the favor, helping Wolverine defeat Weapon XI before running off, making it clear their rivalry is still very much a thing.

11. Conrad S. Hauser/Duke (G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra)

"My army."

The main G.I. Joe, the All-American hero that will never give up on a mission and do whatever he can to complete it. I liked Duke his heart was always in the right place, but I just got to drag him for the situation with Ana for a bit. He really thought the best thing to do after her brother's death was to abandon her? Like, he can't really be that dumb, can he? And then to not even try to contact in her in FOUR YEARS?? The only reason he runs into her is because her not-dead brother brainwashes her to be this ass-kicking villain he ends up having to go against. Anyways, Duke was an essential member when it came to stopping Cobra. When everyone else was down it was him that stopped the nanobites from destroying all of Paris. And in the end it was him that snapped Ana out of her mind control and then pursued The Doctor to get him arrested. His dedication to the cause is extremely valiant, but maybe he should take some therapy lessons on how to open up to his fiance when there's a little drama in their lives.

10. Carrie Stetko (Whiteout)

"I gotta go out and do the rounds."

Carrie is one hardcore woman who has been fighting for her life from the get go. Even before the investigation in the Antarctic she had to tango with death as she fought off a man her partner released on her, making her trust in others lessen obviously. Then she moves to Antarctica where she now has to deal with the continents first murder, days before she was going to retire permanently. During the investigation, she nearly gets killed like five times and ends up having to get get TWO of her fingers amputated. With all that she still manages to stop the killer as well as confront one of her closest friends. Afterwards though, she decides not to retire, but does ask if she could be stationed someplace warmer.

9. Astro (Astro Boy)

"This is my destiny."

I loved Astro! He was just so nice and kind and helped everyone he could but because he was a robot everyone had to treat him like shit! Even with his father abandoning him, Hamegg wanting to profit off him, and President Stone wanting to destroy him for his blue core energy, he still did all he could to do the right thing and did everything he could to help anyone who was in danger. His level of awareness was also incredible! Like his willingness to sacrifice himself even though he still had the mind of a thirteen year old was incredible and I'm so glad he survived and became Metro City's new protector.

8. Walter Kovacs/Rorschach (Watchmen)

"Men get arrested. Dogs get put down."

I was conflicted with Rorschach because yes, he killed not one, but two dogs, but I totally understand why. They were owned by a man who brutally murdered a little girl and then fed her to them. The birth of Rorschach happens on the night he kills the man instead of turning him into authorities. He starts serves his own brand of justice even after the Watchmen are disbanded. He's the only one that starts investigating The Comedian's murder, which leads him to getting framed for Moloch's murder. In prison, Rorschach takes down a lot of enemies he's put in there before he breaks out with Nite Owl and Silk Spectre II. When Adrian succeeds in killing millions of people to save billions, Rorschach is the only one who refuses to keep quiet and his stubbornness leads to his death by Dr. Manhattan. However, the truth is still in Rorschach's personal journal so who knows how long Adrian's forced peace lasts.

7. Thomas Arashikage/Storm Shadow (G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra)

"Now you will die without a word."

I don't know why but I loved Storm Shadow, but I did have one slight problem. Why on Earth would he wait until he literally dies by Snake Eye's hand to reveal to the other ninja that he wasn't the one that killed their master? That was the only reason Snake Eyes considered him an enemy! And the only reason he took that vow of silence in the first place! Even if he didn't kill his master, he definitely felt some type of way about him favoring this random white kid who showed up so maybe he was still bitter about that and wanted Snake Eyes to think he was the killer. Either way, he was a dangerous foe, probably killing the most people out of everyone in the film. Oh, and did anyone else notice he had the world's first fidget spinner? Because I sure did.

6. John Connor (Terminator Salvation)

"I'll be back."

John Connor has finally shaped into the man Skynet feared he'd be, a leader of the Resistance. He has become a beacon of hope and is always looked upon during times of great stress by his peers, no doubt because of his calm and collected personality he's developed over the years at war. With his mother's tapes to guide him, John ends up doing his best to find his future father, Kyle Reese. He ends up doing so with the help of Marcus Wright, a hybrid human-machine. At first, since he hasn't been told about him by anyone from his future, John doesn't trust him, but when it appears the man is in control of the machine, John teams up with him to rescue Kyle and the other humans from Skynet. In the rescue mission, John comes face to face with The Terminator, who nearly kills him by wounding him to close to the heart. It's Marcus's sacrifice that ends up saving him and allowing him to continue on and lead the resistance against the machines.

5. Logan/Wolverine (X-Men Origins: Wolverine)

"You wanted the animal, Colonel. You got it."

Wolverine is back and this time we get all, or at least most, of the questions to his passed answered. When did he discover his powers? When he killed his father for killing the man he THOUGHT was his actual father. How did he get involved with Stryker? He joined his team of mutants along with his brother, Victor. When Logan didn't want to kill innocent people, he ditched. How did he get his metal claws? Victor shows up and 'kills' Kayla, Logan's girlfriend at the time, so Logan goes to Stryker to put him in the Weapon X program so he can have the adamantium in his skeleton. His biggest struggle is staying on the line between man and animal. It's hard when he ends up fighting almost every character (like the Blob, Agent Zero, and Gambit) and literally fights in every American War since the Civil War. Of course it's discovered Kayla didn't actually die and was working for Stryker but his feelings are still there for her so he keeps his grudge on Victor, defeating him without giving in to his animal side. The biggest threat in the end is Weapon XI, an uber-powered Deadpool. Once he's defeated, the last remaining question is answered. How does Logan lose his memory? Stryker shoots him in the head twice with adamantium bullets and it's only because he's young and his shape that his healing powers saved him. All in all not the greatest origin story but it's the first of a great trilogy with Logan centered on the front lines.

4. Laurie Jupiter/Silk Spectre II (Watchmen)

"I am not afraid."

Laurie had the biggest arc, for me, in this movie. She still puts up with her bitter mother despite disapproving the women's fondness to the Comedian, a man that tried to rape her. She also struggles with her relationship with Dr. Manhattan, who's omniscient persona really puts a strain on them both. She leaves him after reuniting with Daniel, the second Nite Owl. I think in the end she wanted someone who would give their full attention to her when it counted, which is something Daniel was able to do. Back in the crime fighting life, she teams up with Daniel and Rorschach to stop Adrian from destroying the world. In order to do so, she has to confront Dr. Manhattan to get him to help, which ends up with her finding out The Comedian is her real father. Even though she's distressed about it, it gets Jon to help, but they end up being too late. When everything is said and done, Laurie forgives her mother and continues fighting crime with Daniel.

3. Blair Williams (Terminator Salvation)

"I saw a man, not a machine."

Blair Williams is one of the best pilots working for John and the resistance who teams up with Marcus after the pair try to rescue Kyle and Star from the machine gatherers. After taking care of a group of bandits, the pair end up getting close with each other as Blair leads him back to headquarters. During their travels Blair assures Marcus that he's a good guy and that all humans deserve a second chance as long as they want one. When it's discovered Marcus is part machine, Blair sees the human in him and decides to betray the resistance and rescue him. After John forgives her, she ends up flying the plan that rescues them from Skynet Headquarters before it explodes. She grows feelings for Marcus so she's a little upset when he offers to give his heart to John so the other could live, but understands that this is his second chance.

2. Jon Osterman/Dr. Manhattan (Watchmen)

"The world's smartest man poses no more threat to me than it's smartest termite."

The most powerful man on Earth, Jon got his powers as Dr. Manhattan from a freak accident in his lab. With the body of Adonis and powers such as teleporting, flight, multiplying, and growing the size of a titan, there's rare limitations to Jon, which makes him the biggest asset to the United States military. He ends the war with Vietnam by himself and helps Adrian create a world ran by clean energy, but he does have his faults. For one, he treated his ex-girlfriend like shit before he left her for Laurie, who he also failed to care for like she needed him to. However, it's her breakup that makes him give up on humanity and run off to a distant planet. He refuses to help save the world until he discovers the miracle in Laurie's birth, but he ends up too late to save the world from Adrian. When Adrian's plan to bring world peace actually does work, Dr. Manhattan agrees to take the blame so that the peace can remain. He ends up having to kill Rorschach to keep him quiet before saying his goodbyes to Laurie and leaving for another universe.

1. Marcus Wright (Terminator Salvation)

"I am human."

From the beginning I couldn't help but want to to root for this guy. As soon as he wakes up from the future he befriends Kyle and Star and looks after them. He shows Kyle a lot of tricks for survival that the other eventually takes with him when he goes back in time. When the pair get snatched, Marcus tries his best to rescue them, making it his mission to save two people he barely knows. He doesn't think he's a good person, because of what he did in his past, but as Blair points out, he's doing good things now, which is what matters. Even when he discovers he's a machine and that Skynet created him to accomplish John Connor's death, he doesn't give in and proves his human side is in control by helping John rescue everyone. In his final act of redemption, Marcus sacrifices himself by giving his heart to John so that the other could live. With a goodbye kiss from Blair, he dies knowning that he got his second chance at being a good person.