#anyway i do love morally questionable sidekicks

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump day 5: “That’s gonna scar.”

“You’re always picking fights with Hero, but when they finally fight back, you run like a coward?”

Villain didn’t bother looking towards the flying Sidekick, too busy dodging the relentless attacks their nemesis threw at them. Sidekick wasn’t totally wrong. They liked fighting Hero, mocking their nemesis as they caused chaos within the city. By the way Hero always had to suppress laughter at their jokes as they fought, they knew it was a mutual enjoyment. They had a system, and it worked for them. Villain never seriously hurt anyone, and Hero never tried too hard to imprison them.

But this was different. They liked fighting Hero, not whatever blank faced, mind controlled puppet was chasing them down now. If Villain could spare the breath, they’d tell Sidekick exactly what they thought of this new power they’d pulled out of their ass. But they didn’t have time, because Hero was fucking fast.

Villain turned down another alleyway, narrowly dodging Hero’s fist as it slammed against the wall, cracking it. Their chest burned as they pushed forward, legs burning from the effort. They didn’t know how long they could keep going, but stopping wasn’t an option. 

They turned another corner, only to be met with a dead end.

Crap. Crap. Shit. Fuck. Why the hell didn’t they have a power that could help them here?! For once in their life, Villain wished they had a generic, boring power. Like flying, or invisibility, or–

Their panicked thoughts were cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps. Hero had caught up to them, with Sidekick hovering close behind. Shit.

Villain lifted their hands in surrender, giving their best innocent smile. “Y’know,” they wheezed to Sidekick, not even bothering to try talking sense into the mind controlled lump of muscle walking towards them. “I don’t think mind controlling heroes is super heroic of you.”

Sidekick scowled. “Do you know how much time Hero wastes on little league villains like you? Too. Damn. Much. If they got serious, if they really used their powers, we could drop crime to nothing within a week. I’m showing them that!” They lifted their arms in frustration, as if they were repeating an argument they’d had hundreds of times.

“So, what’s the plan?”, Villain questioned, hoping to buy enough time to think of a way to escape. “You’re gonna keep Hero all mind screwy forever, just using ‘em like a weapon? What happens when people find out? What about the other heroes?” Sidekick didn’t respond, simply glaring and clenching their firsts. Villain grinned. “You didn’t think this through at all, did you? God, you’re really just a kid. You don’t have a single plan outside of catching m–”

Villain only had an instant to regret their choice of words before Hero’s eyes glowed red. A shearing pain bloomed in their shoulder, taking their breath away. They lurched back, instinctually bringing up a hand to cover the wound. Villain could feel two wounds burned into their skin, the material of their outfit melting around the area. The air smelled like burning flesh.

They stumbled backwards, but Hero was faster. They couldn’t pull back before Hero grabbed their shoulder and squeezed. Villain screamed. 

“Well,” Sidekick said, looking smug, “That’s gonna scar.”

[jayladfanpage]

What do you think is the most important trait for Jason? This is totally the first time I've ever asked you this question

Yep totally the first time. I didnt accidentally delete the first ask at all

Anyway the answer is his hypocrisy.

Now, I know I talk a lot about Jason's love and his fears and stuff, but I think all of his everything can be better understood through his hipocrisy and his actions vs his words. Here's some instances that stick out to me:

• Sasha/Scarlet from Batman and Robin (2009)

One of Jason's Most Hated Things is the concept of child sidekicks. He hates that shit so much. However, he literally kidnaps a child from a mental health facility to make her his sidekick.

[Batman and Robin Vol.1 #3]

(While Morrison's Jason is... far from good, the concept of Sasha is one of my absolute favorites, so we're talking about it.)

Jason preaches about Batman being morally wrong for having another Robin after his death, and yet he takes Sasha with him to bloody, disgusting massacres he commits, and encourages her to participate in his "branding," exposing her to the violence of his beliefs.

[Batman and Robin (2009) #4]

BUT!! It's important to note that Jason cares about Sasha a lot. To the point where he's willing to work with Dick and Damian to get her to safety (aka, with him).

[Batman and Robin (2009) #25]

He actively teaches her violence and hatred and these very polarizing beliefs, and he does that because he loves her.

• Jason's idea of a criminal in Beast World

We all know Jason's backstory. We all know he stole the tires of the Batmobile and that's how he met Bruce. That story implies that Jason committed a lot of petty theft before he got picked up by Bruce, and it was his main source of income.

In UTRH, it's talked about how Jason belives that Bruce isn't effective against the "dress-ups" because they know he won't kill them, implying that Jason kills to scare said dress-ups, the bigger fish.

However, in the Scavengers story, we get this speech bubble:

[Beast World: Gotham: Scavengers (2024)]

Jason, as a child, is willing to do what he needs to survive, and yet kills other people who are doing the exact same thing. He talks about hunting down the bigger fish but we never get to see him actually do that at any point. (Seriously, the only Rogue I can remember him killing is Captain Nazi. Which was 8 years ago.) Instead, we get canon confirmation that he harms the little guy, the ones who are just trying to get by.

• Robin vs Red Hood and sex work

When Jason is Robin, we see him hurt pimps and (maybe) kill Felipe Garzonas for sexually assaulting women. He's pretty strongly against the abuse that comes with sex work.

[Batman (1940) #422 and #424]

But in UTRH, it's stated that Jason literally becomes a pimp.

[Under The Red Hood (2006)]

There's nothing to indicate that he treats his girls any better or any worse than other pimps in Gotham, but the fact he becomes a pimp at all is enough to prove my point.

(That panel is also the best way to show my... mild distaste for utrh)

There are definitely plenty more instances of things like this but those were the first to come to mind. Hope the answer is satisfactory!!

[necrotic-nephilim]

ok so sending my question here bc this is more marvel comics than mcu related so im like. sliding you a note in class about an somewhat related but mostly tangential topic here 😂

so i've been wanting to get into bucky comics (and winter soldier comics) recently but as a dc fan now whose only marvel comics background is reading matt fractions hawkeye (the best ever, currently rereading it to feel something again actually) and part of wilsons ms marvel run back when i was in high school i have no idea where to start. you said that you have read comics for bucky; do you have any recommendations?

hello i love being slid notes this is so sweet <3 bc luckily Bucky is one of a small handful of characters i can *actually* give good recs for on the Marvel side of the fence! so i'm MORE than happy to give recs bc i actually already have a list i'm happy to share. also, BIG agree on Fraction's Hawkeye run, oh my god. that comic means *so* much to me and though i haven't really read Hawkeye comics outside of it, i love it a lot. 10/10 taste <3

so when it comes to Bucky, he has a *lot* of Golden and Silver Age comics as Captain America's teen sidekick and all. skip them. they're not worth it and they're not the version of the character you want to read. honestly, you should just start with his return as Winter Soldier, and go from there so

Captain America (2005) - this is Ed Brubaker's run, it's fantastic and it's the run that brings back Bucky as the Winter Soldier. i will warn you if you're used to DC comics, Marvel does this really confusing thing called legacy numbering. (DC sometimes does it but not as much) so you're gonna notice it'll jump from issue #50 to #600. you did not somehow miss hundreds of comics, it's just numbered that way bc it's the 600th Captain America comic overall. this run is super good though.

Captain America & Bucky by Ed Brubaker - once again numbering is weird just don't mind it. but this will give you a primer on Bucky's backstory as Cap's sidekick without you having to read all the Silver Age stuff and it's a great comic.

Captain America: Forever Allies (2010) - if you want to read where Bucky was Captain America for a bit, this comic is good for that. it also briefly touches on Secret Allies, a team he was on as a teen during the war. i'm not the biggest Cap!Bucky fun, but this is decent.

Winter Soldier (2012) - by *far* the best Winter Soldier solo run. Ed Brubaker my beloved. this is just amazing. this was where i started with Bucky and tbh if you vaguely understand his comics backstory and don't want to read all the Captain America stuff, i think you can start here. you get to see his relationship with Natasha, his spy work it's just. everything <3

Winter Soldier: The Bitter March - if you want to see a story that takes place during Bucky's time brainwashed under Hydra, that's what this one is and it's pretty solid

Thunderbolts (2016) - this comic is most known for the relationship between Bucky and a young girl who's a cosmic cube named Kobik and it's just so delightful. the whole team is really fun and explores moral greyness in superhero work, but mostly i love this one for Kobik.

Winter Soldier (2018) - i really enjoy this mini-series, it has Bucky trying to save a young boy who's forced to be a weapon and there's just a lot of good stuff. always have a soft spot for Bucky trying to do right by kids.

Falcon & Winter Soldier (2020) - a good team up mini-series. also Bucky has a cat so yk, that's delightful. <3

there are other Winter Soldier comics and comics he's in but Marvel's comic world is big and fucking confusing (to me as a DC fan, anyway) so these will be the easiest to start with. my top recs are probably Captain America & Bucky and Winter Soldier (2012), though i'm incredibly biased to any comic written by Brubaker for Bucky. i love Bucky so dearly. he is everything to me. i hope you enjoy!

[neverbackdown-never-what]

Note: #skillsposting is not an insular community. Anyone can take part in the role-play or create a fandom acc. The spots can’t be “taken”, just have fun.

My tags: ‘#skillsposting’ for everything skills related, ‘#ooc’ for out of character notes, ‘#questioning sanity’ for asks, ‘#disco elysium’ for important posts, ‘#Volition: 7’ + ‘#CHECK SUCCESS' & ‘#CHECK FAILURE’ for checks.

Favourite interactions under the cut:

· AUTHORITY's tantrum. His gaslighting. Conflict resolved. Yeah or maybe not. Take two. Sidekick beef. Kineema keys. Wooo breakthrough;

· Knock-knock. Failed joke;

· Moralism;

· Back pain;

· He's ourple. [Trivial: Failure]. Turning him off. We are *so* back. Fixing some arms;

· She was beautiful;

· KU*GPOWPENIS. OO-RAH;

· ENCYCLOPEDIA drowning. Explaining who Kras Mazov is. Dissecting the Kineema. Text book Book. Hot cops in your area. How many clicks? Rodionov's Trench backflip. What is the Pale? Longest-range killing shot. Legality of cigarettes;

· Tie moment. His tits. ECHEM's Halloween;

· I want you dead;

· SHIVERS about a young woman. You're alive. That was silly. Hugging Kim;

· What is sanity;

· Is pregnancy possible? Doesn't matter, you’ve gained this thought anyway;

· Boykissing drama. Confession through ECHEM. Pestering continues. DRAMA joins. More confusion. Whatever is happening here. What is going on!! I am going to detonate. Investigation continues. Stupid corner. Bookhead going nonverbal. Case closed;

· LYING SACK OF SHIT FOR A HEAD! DRAMA with a concussion;

· Failed meow check;

· VOLITION and physics. Take a rest. You’ve got this. No need to fix;

· Do you love it?

· This is literally '84. Cheese and panic attacks;

· He hates it here. He HATES IT HERE;

· Waltzing;

· It’s “Happy New Year”;

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[eerna]

Hi there, i would love to know your opinion about the Nimona movie compared to the comic? What they did worse or better? And which you liked better overall. ❤️

UhuhUHU okidoki here I go. Fair warning I might be off because I haven't rewatched the movie or reread the comic yet.

The comic is pretty similar regarding the broad strokes of the story, but entirely different in the moral of the story? And the themes are different as well. It's aimed at young adults/adults, while the movie is aimed at kids. There's blood and the characters aren't as pure or righteous, and the ending isn't as forgiving. But honestly, it surprised me how similar the two were, and I legit don't think I prefer either version. While there are stuff I prefer in both, both of them accomplish what they set out to do, as two totally separate things. SO I'm separating the comparisons into three categories: Neutral, Movie did it better, and Comic did it better.

Neutral:

In the comic, Ballister has been the city's villain for quite some time, and he embraces the role while still following a moral code.

Nimona kills a lot of people and he can't stop her. She is supposed to be his sidekick, but in truth, he's the one running after her and excusing her actions. I liked the aspect of "Nimona is really really not good but Ballister loves her too much to accept it" that culminates in Ballister betraying his ideals and killing someone!

Goldenloin is Ballister's nemesis, and gleefully accepts the role - he mocks him, engages in banter, and is a prick. He isn't the born-to-be-golden-child he is in the movie - in fact, as a child he used to lie to everyone that his family was important, and was bullied mercilessly for it. He shot off Ballister's arm out of jealousy!! Because Ballister was better!!!! And the scene where he realizes he has never apologized - HOW cool is that!!!!!

In the finale, Nimona is split in half, one part of her turning into a raging monster destroying the city while the other is living through her worst memories, stuck in her child form. Ballister and Goldenloin join forces to stop her, but Goldenloin wants to kill her while Ballister just wants to subdue her powers long enough to talk her down. This means he is forced to betray Nimona, but stuck between the two people he cares the most for in this world, what else was he supposed to do!! The moment he breaks down after spending the entirety of the book all rational and stoic and cold... Waaaaaah what a good heartbreak.

At the end, Goldenloin adn Ballister are considered the heroes who saved the city, and Nimona is forgotten. She's still alive, though - she still visits Ballister one last time in another person's form so he doesn't realize it's her until it's too late, and he finishes the story wondering if she'll ever be back and know he wanted to be her friend. What a cute bittersweet ending!! Loved it!!!

Movie did it better:

The comic doesn't have the societal order commentary that I really loved in the movie. I loved how the knights are basically useless, a higher class who contribute nothing but entertainment to society, which you can only enter if you're born into it. The queen decides that the class should be expanded and regular people should be able to earn the right to join it, and she is killed for it. Her idea wasn't even that revolutionary!!! She wasn't questioning its right to exist, which would have been the truly controversial way of thinking!!! And it was enough to get her dead!!! In the comic, the knights are mostly orphans anyway, a glorified police force more than the rich celebrities they are in the movie.

Parts of Goldenloin and Ballister's relationship hit harder in the movie. I prefer the "cut off his arm as an instinct because his instincts went against his heart" story from the movie. I loved how he kept seeing Ballister as a victim. I loved the tortured love.

Nimona is way more sympathetic. The comic's explanation for her personality is that she was lied to and experimented on when she was a kid, but that's as far as it goes. We are supposed to accept her as she is, and that is a really cool story, but I just really really like the way the movie flipped it into "Nimona is actually peaceful and kind, she is vilified for not staying silent when abused".

Surprisingly, the suicide angle is not present in the comic!!! That was ADDED into the kiddie version!! That heartbreaking scene with the sword and the heart isn't there, and neither is the friendship backstory, which was some of my fav stuff. I too kept asking myself how could Nimona stand to be immortal, and the movie is like. She can't. She wants to die rather than be alone. But by the end of the movie she decides to live, symbolically turning into a phoenix. Like wow thanks I'm gonna go cry in the corner now

While Ballister's innocence sometimes grated on my nerves, I enjoyed the warmer, newer-to-societal-revolution Ballister more than the experienced terrorist from the comic. The aspect of Ballister accusing Nimona of trying to turn him to her morals because she wants him to be as evil and as much of a monster as her so she wouldn't be alone!!!! Bro OUCH

The arrow scene!! It was amazing in the comic too, but I really liked the awkwardness of the movie ahhahahah

Comic did it better:

The humor!!! I enjoyed the humor of the comic so much!!! Probably because it was written with my age in mind instead of the kids, but also ND Stevenson is just really funny in that deadpan "art student writing comics" way.

Goldenloin's name. Why is that man still named Goldenloin in the movie. It is hilarious in the comic esp with his design but the movie.... WHY

While I sorely miss the "I wouldn't die, it just wouldn't be living" line, I do have to say I prefer the subtler version of explaining themes because that's just the way I roll fdjbskabjaks

Over the course of the story, Ballister finds out there is a way to put a temporary lock on Nimona's powers, keeping her stuck in one form. And in the finale, he uses it thinking it could help talk Nimona down (as opposed to Goldenloin's idea of killing her). He keeps her stuck in one form, which is something that seems entirely reasonable at the time, and when she learns it was him who has done it, she turns away from him entirely. This is SUCH a good concept and while I have no idea how it could fit into the movie, I do have to say it's a better betrayal

The battles of Ballister VS Goldenloin are much better. Less standing and clashing swords and more kicking and throwing each other out of stuff.

The board games scene. It was way funnier with how Ballister plays Nimona's game and also starts saying stupid stuff. Excellent.

Nimona's immortality is better established, and there is no overdramatic "is she dead or not" - we find out she lives right away after she "dies". I'm really impressed with how nicely it was laid down, as someone who doesn't like death fakeouts, as it is difficult to do such an ending. The drama comes from the question of whether she will let Ballister back into her life. I feel like the movie would profit from establishing her immortality better, especially since they also introducted that she can kill herself if she wishes to. Ouch my heart.

[girl4music]

Sofie: “I’m not surprised that as someone who started out as pretty much a nobody who gets bullied at school Willow will not be that willing to just stop using the power she attained. She’s spent years being less than sidekick to Buffy and in a way reaching this level of power maybe allowed her to feel like Buffy’s equal. She’s proud of being useful, she’s proud of being capable. I get that. But she also seems to be quite toxic to those people who would challenge her power trip. It’s like she sees herself as this unstoppable heroine of her own story and like views those who would challenge her as trying to hurt her. Feeling powerful is one thing but feeling powerful at the expense of the people that loves you is absolutely no no.” 🎯🎯🎯🎯 🎯

As I said to Faith Victoria, In Willow’s head she was the hero of her own story and not the villain of other people’s stories. She’s morally grey and I love that!

Sofie: “I have 2 questions: How many times has she done this and how much of Tara’s memory did Willow wipe away?”

We don’t know the first answer but you can assume it was frequently because she doesn’t hesitate at all in this episode to do it. And as you said, she already had all of the ingredients ready to perform the spell.

The second answer is relative to Tara of course but only the argument was wiped objectively. I know. It’s fucking awful and it’s not even the worst part. Not to me anyway.

Do you remember ‘Something Blue’, Sofie? Where Willow was moping about Oz leaving and she says “I’m not a witch. If I had any real power I could have made Oz stay with me” or something like that. Now you know she was not above doing this shit and being entirely serious. Now she has power, she thinks she can control people, things, places, space, time…. Everything. She’s always been this abusive but she just didn’t have the power to do it.

[stories-from-mybrain]

I am not the sidekick

Hey, first time posting, please be kind. I’m trying to figure out how to link content, so once I do I can link the chapters together. If I get far, I might come back and change some stuff in earlier chapters to fit storyline, but who knows. Please don’t repost or claim as your own. This isn’t a fan fiction, it’s just somthing I’m pulling from my brain.

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Summery; the main character dies as a sidekick/love interest and is left behind by her hero… idk where it’s going so might update this part if it goes anywhere.

Ch 1

My death was too cliche for my taste.

I grew up watching old shows, the ones where you have the obvious main character/hero. The hero always seems to have some type of invisible ability to never die, but everyone else was almost never a fixed variable.

One of my least favorite character deaths was the stereotypical death trope of the sidekick. Wherever a sidekick died, it was always seconds before the hero accomplished a task bigger than any other task they had ever faced.

I'll be honest, I understand the reason. It's to build the main character stronger than before, for them to struggle between the one they cared about and the bigger "everyone else" or "moral compass" or whatever other crap the authors made up back then.

But it was stupid. Why couldn't the main character get both? Why did they have to choose. And even if they did chose, why did it have to be so damning to the other party involved.

I only began thinking these thoughts when I first joined the academy; a place where the "invincible" heros were filtered from everyone else and doted upon or even worshiped. Everyone else were just sidekicks, or worse; expendables.

As a child, I thought I’d be a hero. But when I got my powers, I thought at the very least i'd be able to catch the eye of a hero, by showing off my cool abilities and earn my position as a sidekick.

But then I grew up and realized, nobody would want me. And my poor younger self would never guess I was tossed in with the expendables.

But really, there were so few of us with powers anyway, why was the system so harsh on us?

Oh, yeah, maybe cuz we were the only things standing between the villains and the regular folk, aka 'humans' (as if we weren't also humans). *Insert big dramatic eye roll here*

But I digress.

Where was I… oh yeah, I died that cliche "sidekick" death I mentioned. Oh, did I not mention I upgraded from expendable to sidekick? Oh I think it's becosue I left out the part I somehow snagged the 'love interest' position? *Insert an even bigger eye roll here*

Now, enough explanation.

My gloriously, dreadful cliche death:

I, as a sidekick, was facing my death clock. It was actually a long and excruciatingly slow, and glitchy loading bar. It even offered an estimated timer, but it was unhelpful as the bar occasionally froze for a second and the estimated seconds would jump to minutes before jumping down to seconds again when the loading continued.

Fighting was a blurry mess around me as I clicked my long fake fingernails impatiently, willing the bar to load faster.

I glanced up to see the hero, a tall lean dude with a buzz cut, duck under debris flying his way.

He turned and caught my eye, grinning as he raised his eyebrows in a question. A sucker for cute smiles I had to blink twice before I regained control of my vocal cords and shouted, "half way done!"

I glanced down, noticing the bar was closer to finished than I had said, but then froze again, then resumed. I took second to look at the villain, a masked figure breaking walls and throwing debris with pure strength. I avoided looking where the other villain lay sprawled, his eyes open but glazed over in death.

We had been lucky, a few others from the academy had lured most of the villains from hiding as we reached one of their bases. My hero and I were on the easy mission of grabbing whatever information we could use against the villains. It was supposed to be quick, snappy and with very little fighting risk. My hero seemed to be holding his own, possibly teasing the villain as he dodged, even knocking a few rocks from the air as they flew towards me. I was unconcerned with it, I knew he could handle anything with his ability.

"You guys have 1 minutes before the distress signal is sent out." A voice buzzed in my ear. It was my hero’s sidekick #1, Johny, my little brother. He had his fingers an toes in his electronics, keeping an eye out for the villains who had left.

I clicked my fingernails even more impatiently against the table.

The bar reached centimeters away from completion. Some weird six sense tingled up my spine as I recalled the cliche sidekick death in the movie I had watched last night. My imagination was just running wild again, like normal.

I usually tried to ignore these thoughts and focus on my task, and all would be well. But something seemed to urge me this one time, and I turned to look behind me to see if I would be stabbed in the back or something. Since I was considered a 'love interest', villains didn't often go for the kill immediately but try and capture first. Then I’d usually be held as hostage until the hero outsmarted the villain. But they might not, since I was still also a sidekick. We had no audience right now, so the hero’s weren’t always morally obligated to save people. I trusted my hero.

There was nobody behind me.

Ofcourse not, this wasn't some cliche old outdated TV show. Infact the only thing behind me was a wall.

The wall disappeared a few moments later as the villain tore it apart and tossed it at the hero.

I realized now, what used to be a big room in a several story cement building was now closer to an open balcony, the cement ceiling barely being held up by the inner pillars, half of which we're already torn to shreds earlier in the fight.

A clean breeze flew in and brushed at the skin not covered by my inconveniently low cut clothes.

I shuddered, I needed to finish the download, grab the USB and run toward my hero to get the hell out before the ceiling completely collapsed.

As I began to turn back to the computer, a weird tingle spiraled up my spine and I heard a soft whistle, I first thought I was imagining it.

I spun around and noticed the download hit completion and the screen darken.

But I wasn't staring at the screen. I was staring at something long and thin shuddering between me and the screen, commanding all my attention.

A long wooden shaft seemed to have materialized from the center of my chest, causing me to stumble back, then forward against the desk. It had hit the one part of me that my embarrassingly low cut clothes did not protect against. Any lower or to the side in either direction and the cloth would have protected me and the arrow would merely bruise me, or at the most, even break a few ribs. As I stared, red began to seep down my stomach, warm and ticklish.

I had a hard time processing this turn of events. I didn't feel anything, not yet, I was probably in shock.

"How long!?" The hero shouted at me. He was still fighting the villain behind me, and hadn't seen the arrow.

His words barely made it through to my brain, but it did make it. Unable to tear my eyes away from the arrow, I fumbled for and grabbed the USB, yanking it from the computer.

That one simple movement seemed to let the pain flood my brain. I stumbled back again, close to the edge where the wall had been. Now only open air of being two stories up was the only thing my mind zeroed on.

my vision blurred.

I had things to do. I told myself. I was dying. I had to get the USB to the hero. I was dying.

Blinking away my thoughts, I took a deep breath, or I tried to. It was shaky and I definitely did not feel my lungs expand as much as it should have naturally.

Gritting my teeth, I waited for my vision to clear and prepared for one last push. If I was dying, I'd at least try and make it count. I didn't have the luxury of choice. I wasnt the main character. And I wasn't a hero, I was a sidekick. I died for good.

I knew by the time the next wave of pain washed over me I wouldn't have the strength anymore. With my freehand I yanked the arrow from my chest, then tossed the USB to where I heard fighting and shouted. All with my last breath:

"Brian!"

What was supposed to be a shout, wound up being a half shout of a jumble of words, everything spun.

I couldn't see my hero, so I had no idea if he had gotten the USB or even noticed me collapse. But it was too late to try again. For all I knew, I'd tossed it to the villain.

But, I didn't have the conscious strength to think about that. The last thing I heard, as my world fell into a thick comforting blackness, was a booming crack as the remaining cement pillars collapsed under the weight of the ceiling above.

Continue to ch 2

[elsecrytt]

im gonna go ahead and Be Like That for a bit and talk about my oc,,, i'd like to just yell abt this in dms with friends but i'm feeling self-conscious atm so onto tumblr go these ramblings

i actually DO have a longfic conceptualized of main/canon mc!elsey's storyline. i also have a shitload of aus/alternate storylines/one-off concepts that i really enjoy but i wanna ramble about canon elsey

it's hard for me to decide like,,, how promiscuous i want them to be bc on one hand YES GIMME ALL THE BOYS but on the other,,, that sweet delicious one-on-one intimacy hhh.

they start out pretty reasonably upset by the whole devildom exchange program thing in general.

elsey's arc as a whole contains a lot of questions about the morality of the exchange program, and specifically, the lack of checks on diavolo's power.

throughout the story, as they gain confidence that they're not about to be immediately killed for mouthing off, they challenge diavolo on many an occasion, and in general tend to be his harshest critic.

this is mostly bc they do believe he is genuinely good and has the capacity to be the person he wants to think he is - but he needs to get actually chewed out when he does something wrong instead of walking away guilt free.

a big part of their dynamic is that elsey is lowkey grooming him to become an ideal leader, and diavolo is going to get very hung up on them because he doesn't want to disappoint them.

no one else shows disappointment in him, not in a way that matters. but with elsey, it feels real, like he's failed his dreams.

anyways in the main story. i think asmo is actually the one elsey gets with intimately first. he's super affectionate and bubbly and it's just very easy to love someone so sweet, plus, he CAN show them a good time. a really good time. (plus spa nights,, painting nails,, all the sweet little indulgences).

it's ironic because elsey won't build a relationship with him really, and although they'll get very affectionate and fond of him, he's just not what they want in a partner.

mammon is the sidekick he always is. elsey can read the room and it's not hard to figure out how he feels, but they're content to let him be all cute and tsuntsun.

ultimately though, although i do ship them in some aus, mammon is really just there to be their best friend. so elsey ALWAYS has someone they know is on their side, and to keep them from feeling completely and utterly alone in the first part of the story.

i know i have one scene imagined of elsey climbing into his bed, completely platonically, just to feel safe for a bit. i really do play up the danger/dark aspects of season 1 and elsey has a hard time :(

later on, as elsey gets Into It with lucifer (and not in the sexy way - he is very much straight up threatening their life and meaning it), they do get involved with satan, who is extremely their type.

this relationship starts out pretty shallow, but it's very good sex. they appreciate one another as people and elsey is probably catching feelings but for satan this really isn't that deep, he's just enjoying getting one over his brother and having a good time with a like-minded partner.

elsey refuses a pact with satan much like canon mc does, for mostly the same reason; they feel a real bond with him and they don't want to let him bind himself to them for such a casual and petty reason. they're genuinely trying to respect him and be good to him.

ofc satan takes it wrong and lucifer comes into the rescue and the arc continues as normal, and elsey and satan really bond on that nice juicy deep and intimate level. they both have Issues, okay?

but elsey becomes more distant bc their issues with the lucifer+belphie situation start really coming to a head and they're genuinely scared for their life.

they don't trust any of the brothers to be on their side, not even mammon. they're still scoping out diavolo, but they suspect he'd toss his morals aside if his precious lucifer needed him to.

a lot goes down around the lesson 16 stuff. it happens differently dksjhfglg i'll just put it like that, and elsey is much more involved in belphie's escape than mc gets to be in canon.

their relationship with all the brothers gets a lot WORSE from there. i've contemplated an amnesia arc here and there after it, it's that bad.

season 2 kinda consists of the brothers trying to win elsey back. belphie and lucifer's pacts were offered to make them feel safe and didn't actually solve the hard feelings between them.

lucifer and elsey have sexual tension/mind games going on between them HARD in season one. like, really hard.

elsey is doing their best to play on his flaws for their survival, but doesn't know him that well, and he wants to keep his brother secret but can't just kill them.

after everything's wrapped up, ofc, lucifer ends up feeling extremely guilty about it, but Pride and all, etc., plus his relationship with elsey is too volatile for an apology.

season 2 is the one where they start to get closer bc lucifer is willing to be honest or direct, and the finale allows him to display how he really, genuinely does care about them. more than his brothers, even.

like just imagining,,, how they get together is a surreal thing in my head bc i actually do ship them very much, luci is a fave and Big OTP material, but...

they're both really prideful people. lucifer is more mature - he's able to put aside his pride and take a rejection pretty gracefully - but i prefer a more erratic elsey who's like,,, almost a tsundere

if it were anyone but lucifer, they would never even consider forgiving the threats to their life. but they admire him so much; he has so many traits they look up to and enjoy, and on some level they do know they really crave his presence and attention.

elsey WOULD be prone to having hatesex with him lmao (they've probably done it with satan or asmo once or twice) but lucifer wouldn't because he doesn't want to poison the potential for a real relationship.

perhaps after a long period of groveling and displays of affection and him even getting one over on them here and there bc of course he does - elsey will relent,, bc like satan they are extremely attracted to him.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Walt Disney Animated Pictures Studios from Worst to Best-Part Four: The Good Films

Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck! I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

Today, we get to the better half of the ranking of Walt Disney Animated Pictures Studios films. They’re more than ok this time. Now, they’re good. You see, these are the movies that I’ll genuinely seek out if I’m in the right mood for them. Not as much as others, but I still know I’ll be in for a good time when I put them on.

But enough talk. Let’s keep moving forward with…

#30. Meet the Robinsons-This is a movie that’s either is your thing, or it isn’t.

You either find it funny, or you don’t.

You’re either willing to overlook the nonsensical logic regarding time travel, or you’re not.

And you either find the characters delightful, or you don’t…Except for the Bowler Hat Guy. Do not hate the Bowler Hat Guy. He’s both funny and tragic, meaning that hating him is a sin.

Anyway, you’re probably wondering how I feel about the movie. Well, to be honest, I’m half in half. I like some of the characters and some jokes got a laugh out of me, but others…didn’t. And, yeah, the time travel makes no sense. It’s one of those things where if you think about it for too long, you’ll get a major headache. And that’s no good.

However, love or hate this movie, as far as I can tell, everyone agrees on the same thing: The message in Meet the Robinsons is fantastic. To tell kids that they just gotta keep moving forward despite a failure or two is a great thing to teach, and I hope some of them went out to make some great stuff because of this movie. And it’s true. You can’t get bogged down by failure. You just got to buck up and improve on the next big idea.

So, this leads to a question: Can a great lesson save a movie with a few mistakes? Personally, I think it does…to an extent. While a great ending could make a story worth going through, it still means you have to sit through some mediocre stuff to get to what’s outstanding. It just depends on how much you’re willing to sit through as you keep moving forward through a film.

#29. The Hunchback of Notre Dame-This is Disney’s second–and arguably more famous–attempt in making a darker story. And I think there are two reasons why this one is more fondly remembered than The Black Cauldron. For one, the main character, Quasimodo, is ten-times more likable than that other turd who’s name I already forgot. Quasimodo isn’t whiney or pathetic, but rather sympathetic. His existence is quite honestly a sad one, and yet there’s a sense of optimism and purity in his personality. Despite how bad things go for Quasimodo, you admire him for doing good despite having such a twisted teacher of morality. Speaking of which, this brings me to the second reason why The Hunchback of Notre Dame works better than The Black Cauldron, and that’s Judge Frollo. The Horn King can be intimidating, but not only does it feel like the writers are trying too hard, but the character as a whole lacks personality. With Judge Frollo, his evil is one many can identify, as there are dozens of people who use their religion as an excuse to do awful, twisted things. Maybe not to the extent Frollo does it, but pretty close at times. As for his personality, he’s oozing with it, acting as a character whose views are hypocritical as they are diabolical. It feeds into the darkness of this film, definitely making it one of Disney’s grimmer stories. But this leads me to discussing The Hunchback of Notre Dame’s fatal flaw: It doesn’t go all the way.

There are too many times when this movie tries so hard to be a grim drama, but scales itself back with cartoonish comedy. Now, that doesn’t say none of the jokes work, as there are a few cute ones the movie makes. But there’s too much slapstick and dumb jokes that feels like the writers are pandering to kids. And then there’s the gargoyles, one of the textbook definitions of the bad Disney sidekicks. They’re rarely funny and the idea that they’re apparently magical and real instead of figments of Quasimodo’s lonely imagination hurts the story.

“And don’t forget the maybe offensive representations of the Romani people!”

Oh, yeah, that hurts the film too.

The dark moments work really well, and the main hero and villain sells this movie, but if the writers went further with things, The Hunchback of Notre Dame could go from good to amazing.

#28. The Lady and the Tramp-Oh, those racist cats...

There are some other awful racial/cultural stereotypes in here too, but it's the cats that people remember the most. And with good reason. They're...really bad...The rest of the movie's cute, though.

Lady and Tramp's (can I still say that?) relationship is pretty believable. They go on one date, get to know each other, have a spat, and get together after Tramp proves how much he's all in for Lady. Granted, it'll take more than one good deed to know someone's other half is there for the long run, but it's still more realistic than most Disney couples.

...I said most. Not all. Plus, this movie has a cocker spaniel as the main character. And as a former cocker spaniel owner (RIP, Max), it already won ten points from me. The story may drag a bit at times, but The Lady and the Tramp (still not sure if I can say that) is still a solid love story that'll make me go "d'aw" in all the right places.

#27. The Fox and the Hound-MY CHILDHOOD!

Everyone has that one Disney movie. The one movie that you've watched several times as a kid so your parents could take a break from you for an hour and a half. And The Fox and the Hound was that movie for me. I remember loving the friendship between Tod and Copper and all the heartbreak that came with it. It was everything to me...so believe me when I say it hurts to claim that the movie doesn't hold up as much when watching it as an adult. Don't get me wrong, all the emotional moments work, but I feel like they would have been more effective if the movie was longer. An hour and twenty minutes aren't exactly enough to effectively tell the story between Tod and Copper, filling in all the tragedy and heartbreak that comes with it. It's good enough, but more time would have been better. The Fox and the Hound still holds a special place in my heart, but I can't hold onto the nostalgia despite how much I would love to.

#26. 101 Dalmatians-Listen. Listen. Listen...I am a dog person. I love canines with all of my heart and soul. So you better believe that a movie about ninety-nine cute little puppers and their two underappreciated parents is going to be a movie I adore. And I do adore it. Seeing those doggos in peril breaks my heart, but it results in their ultimate triumph being all the more gratifying. And as much fun as Cruella De'Vile and her two stooges are, it's more entertaining (and satisfying) to see them fail rather than succeed. Because of f**king course, it would. I mean, why would I want to watch a woman who wants to skin puppies actually do just what she seeks out to do? That would be insane, and any chance to make a story where we should root for her is equally so...just putting that out there. For no reason at all.

101 Dalmatians is a movie that I love simply because I'm a dog person. And if that's so wrong, then f**k you, this is my list. Go make your own.

#25. Sleeping Beauty-F**k Princess Aurora and her dull Prince Philip! The Good Fairies are the true stars of this picture! Their personalities are identifiable, their interactions make them a solid comedic trio, and they're the ones who actively go against Maleficent. Philly-boy gets the credit for throwing the sword at the dragon, but you want to know who freed him from Maleficent’s castle and enchanted that sword in the first place? The Good Fairies. And you want to know who raised Aurora to be such a respectable young lady for sixteen years? The Good Fairies. If you ask me, they're the main protagonists, with Aurora and Philip feeling like they’re nothing more than supporting characters in their own story. Seriously, I'm not kidding when I say that they're both flatter than a plank of wood. 

Aurora's sort of that middle child in terms of classic Disney princesses. She's not mature like Cinderella or naive like Snow White. She more or less takes aspects of both characters, both with Cinderella's friendship with animals and Snow White's curse of being in sleep until awakened by true love's kiss. And Philip...is just another boring, perfect, pretty boy who took the credit of saving the day. And is also a grown man in love with a sixteen-year-old, and that's just...ew. I don't care if it's a thing in the period in that movie. It's still an "ew."

Sleeping Beauty is carried by characters like the Good Fairies and especially by a genuine threat like Maleficent. The Prince and Princess may not be anything special, but everyone else sure is.

#24. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs-I'm not a fan of the idea of "The first one's the best one because it's the thing that started it all!" I get the mentality that if this movie failed, then all of Disney might not have existed, but calling Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs the best Disney movie by that ground alone is a major disservice to their future feature films. However, that doesn't mean Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs isn't worth some praise. It features a lot of what makes Disney, well, DISNEY. The movie has characters that are identifiable and unique, a story that’s simple enough for kids to understand while adhering enough for adults to respect, a tone that balances dark and light really well, and the whole thing manages to be charming as all forms of hell. I physically cannot hate a single second of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. However, despite showing everything we praise Disney for, it also has the studio's criticisms. Primarily through the happily ever after, not going all the way with the darkness, and having a...not great role model for young girls. Now, Snow White isn’t an awful character. I want to get that out of the way. She proves why she’s the “fairest in all the lands” through her good nature in helping others. But all she does is cook and clean for the dwarfs, eat the apple like an idiot, and falls in love with a creep who kissed a fourteen-year-old girl. Like I said, not exactly the best role model.

Something tells me the movie's ending isn't the best thing to teach, and I'm more impressed by Disney films that have the main character earn their happy ending rather than receive it through inaction. With that said, everything up to it is still charming as a movie can be. I can roll my eyes at the issues but smile through everything else done right.

#23. Alice in Wonderland-This movie is a trip and a half, but I feel like that's the point. Alice in Wonderland seems to go for that moral of how one shouldn't let their imagination run wild. And the best way to go about that is to have this poor young girl running around in a world that makes no sense with a cast of uniquely designed characters driving her up a wall. The end result is definitely a unique experience, with an extra emphasis on the word experience. This is not one of those movies you watch for the story, but for the fun visuals and characters, with Alice balancing it all out by being a straight man to the insanity while still being a tad bit bonkers herself. But just a tad. Alice in Wonderland is still a solid film, despite how nonsensical and maddening it can be at times.

#22. Robin Hood-I don't know anything about the original Robin Hood, but I feel like you don't need to when it comes to this movie (or most Disney movies, for that matter). You still get this fun movie about this cunning and mildly charismatic fox outwitting Prince John, who's the perfect balance of a hilarious incompetent and even a genuine threat at times. Prince John's the type of character who can talk a big game but never stand up for himself, making him the perfect foil to Robin Hood, who can outthink his way against any problem with both his confidence and skill. Even the rest of the cast is chock full of entertainment, with all of them standing out with their personalities and humor. My personal favorite is Lady Kluck, who wins my favor by being the character who plowed her way through rhinos as if she was a linebacker. And it's good that Robin Hood has such great characters, as it helps add joy and intensity to the story. If I didn't care for our heroes' plight and enjoyed seeing the bad guy fail, I wouldn't have much interest in it. But because I love these characters so much, the movie warmed itself into my heart, making Robin Hood a blast to watch. And, hey, you know what? I might just read the book this time.

#21. The Great Mouse Detective-This movie is a lot better than I remember. The animation is pretty top-notch, with every character having movements tailored to them, such as Basil being often stringy and wild, whereas Dawson is often bouncy and stumbling. The climax itself is also quite the spectacle, combining CGI and hand-drawn animation in a way that still looks nice for something made in 1986. But none of that would matter without characters, and The Great Mouse Detective certainly has just that. Basil's enthusiasm for solving a case is infectious, and it's a blast watching him run around, mouthing a mile-a-minute to figure something out, whereas Dawson's calm and rookie behavior has him act as the perfect straight man to Basil's wild antics. Then there's Ratigan, who is the perfect foil to Basil. Ratigan is wild too, but there's a bit of fury to him, with his stature showing he can easily kill Basil with his bare hands if he wanted to. But he doesn't. This battle is that of the mind, not mass. And Ratigan proves he can outwit Basil in ways where he can turn a possible inconvenience into an opportunity. It's well done, making The Great Mouse Detective a solid movie with great animation and a better cast of characters...too bad the mystery couldn't be as perfect. This movie is obviously trying to imitate Sherlock Holmes, with the actual Sherlock Holmes even being a character. But the film misses the important thing about those stories: the mystery. We know who caused the caper right away, meaning that the movie is more about Basil finding Ratigan rather than solving a case. Granted, it's still entertaining. I just feel like a movie with the word Detective in its name should be more focused on a mystery, if anything else. As is, The Great Mouse Detective is still a strong movie, even if it does have one strong fault.

And that’s about it for the good. Tune in tomorrow (I mean it this time) for when good turns into great.

[ohheyitsokay]

good eye

part 4 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 3.5k (I’m only 14% sorry about that)

warnings: strong language, extremely mild injury, Benny Miller working out, a little bit of a cliffhanger ending

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball. 

“good eye” is an encouragement for batting players, essentially applauding them for having good judgement when and when not to swing.

In this chapter, the guys becoming increasingly aware of how interesting you are to the whole gang - and what they’re going to do about it. 

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Bottom of the ninth inning – the end of the game.

Sometimes players fixated on the score, glancing at the flashing lights or acting desperately but for Will, keeping it in his head was just as natural as breathing. Floating around first base made it easy for him to keep an eye on everything, and stay focused under the summer sun. His team was up by two.

The opposition was at bat – their final advantage as the home team. He didn’t feel particularly nervous, but couldn’t breathe easy just yet. They already had two outs, thanks to his little brother’s inhuman speed and some excellent Garcia pitching, and just one more to go before it was all over. Preferably, this would happen before the man on third made it to home base. 

There was a bead of sweat rolling down, down, down his temple over his cheekbone, and into his beard. The clouds from the start of the game were long gone – even with his cap, his blue eyes were getting tired.

They were focused on the batter, not even Pope, and never the crowd, since it was always just a blur of noise and rival colors and waving hands. The closer the game came to an end, the more the mass of people writhed with tension. It was better just to ignore it. There was no reason at all, but he looked up just for a split second and he saw a single, tiny form make itself clear, sending a confusing thrill down his spine.

A familiar crack rang through the air and he snapped back to focus. The batter was hurling towards him, the crowd was holding it’s breath as he looked around, almost frantically.

Where was the ball?!

Your form was still in his minds eye, he didn’t understand, but then – there, in the outfield. No, here. Instinct had taken over.

It was in his glove, and his left toe had found first base. Will heard a curse as the opposing player plowed behind him a second too late, a yell from the umpire, and then the satisfying groans of the other team’s fans.

Pope crashed into him first, then whoever else was the closest. It was giddy and triumphant chaos, hands clapping his shoulder, sweaty hugs, slaps, and high fives, and Will barely noticed any of it. Jogging back to the locker room was quick, the crunch of their shoes in the grit of the field like a stampede, impossibly loud. The locker room wasn’t as bad. It would have been louder if they had lost, like they had expected. Something still felt strange in his gut as they changed and rinsed off and packed their things.

You were interesting to him, he liked how real you were. He was normally the one that grounded others, that kept his head, learned his lessons and left the game on the field. It was nice, spending time with someone he didn’t have to do that for – or really anything for. There wasn’t a need to put on a show for you, or be your steady sidekick. It was nice. But it had only been a lunch and a night at the bar, no reason to know the shape of you, much less be thrown off by it.

He was taking extra care to clean his newest tattoo, absentminded, when the locker-talk caught his attention.

This was the first away game they had won this season, and everyone was debating why their luck had changed. Some of them were arguing loudly, ridiculously, and as usual, his friends started gravitating together, interested, but with lower voices and cooler heads.

“Do you think it was because I wore last weekend’s socks, Fish?” Benny was grinning, as his friends eyebrows answered for him. Frankie was superstitious, but in a way he’d gotten from his abuela, not the game. Will had a thought, the confusing last moment of the game clicking into the conversation, his eyes meeting Pope's for a moment.

“Actually, I have a theory,” he kept his voice quiet. If the rest of the team got wind that William Miller was participating in the banter, they’d be all over him, sure he was right only because he rarely cared. His friends looked at him, curiously, and he chewed on the idea for a moment, liking it more and more until he actually believed himself when he told them.

Their good luck charm?

You.

-

Tom had missed the conversation, occupied with a love-sick staff member in a quiet corner of the stadium.

He would never admit it, but he always needed a distraction when the winning catch had nothing to do with him. And Molly had to travel with the team most weeks anyway, the availability becoming increasingly more appealing than trying his luck with a random fan.

The next day after practice, he found her again and this time, despite the crude nature of the location, he took little more time. It was strange, to grab her without pent up frustration driving his actions, but not an entirely unwelcome change of pace.

He didn’t dwell on it, almost running away, but she did, trailing her fingers over the places his had been as she put herself together again. She wanted to remember each one, to savor them like it was the first time. And maybe it was – the very first time he had even kissed her with no particular personal agenda. Of that, she didn’t feel as guilty about wanting more.

Tom had long since slipped out the door when she finished the process, just slipping on her heels when the someone knocked.

Opening it, she found an eager and awkward shortstop pushing into her office. He seemed nervous, more nervous than she had seen him during photo shoots and press conferences and final innings. It wasn’t what she expected – not the demeanor the players normally held when they asked for favors. Professional athletes were confidant, suave, even. Ben had something else going on, something sweeter, maybe even innocent.

He called her ma’am, and she rolled her eyes when he asked for you number.

“Don’t you boys ever talk?” she was kind of annoyed. Ben was confused, it showed on his face.

“Tom got it awhile ago,” she started, and he got it, immediately. The older man hadn’t told any of them that you would be at the bar last week. He wondered if you knew he had arranged it. Something felt off but before he could ponder it she finished.

“And Santi got it yesterday.” Actually, she was more than annoyed. You hadn’t seemed special at all when you’d been there opening weekend. Your grandfather was sweet but nothing about that day could explain why three of the players were willing to bend the rules to find you again.

Tom’s voice rang in her ears: he’s got it bad for her. That didn’t quite fit what she was seeing, but she cooled down a little.

She didn’t even have to shoo him away, his thank you, ma’am, sorry to bother you made her feel like an old lady as he turned on his heels and trotted off.

The younger Miller was increasingly thoughtful, but he could feel something shift in the air. Then he shrugged it off. He was sure he’d find out, sooner or later.

-

“Ben, where’s your brain?” Catfish had caught him making eyes upside-down at the girl standing by the athletic trainer while he was mid workout. He didn’t really need a partner to work out, but they tried to go together, to spot on another and to argue over who could bench press the most.

He watched as his friend’s brain and body scrambled to put down the weights and he stood up too fast.

Across the room, girlish laughter bubbled and Benny blushed, still not attending as he grabbed the water bottle he was being offered and squirted himself in the mouth.

“What?”

Frankie shot him an amused look, gesturing vaguely, his point now proven. This had happened before. The young player was almost certainly going to tell him some random information now to distract him and trying to avoid the inevitable teasing.

“Did you know Tom got her number?”

It worked. There was almost no context, but he knew immediately and there was a twist in his stomach. It was the answer to a question he didn’t know had been on his mind - Catfish fully short circuited.

Redfly got your number? That was why Frankie had found him putting the moves on you before they were scheduled to meet. He was shaking his head, dazed, when Ben added, “And Santi got it a couple days ago, too.”

A moment of silence, and then,

“Fucking what?!” 

Heads around the private gym turned.

Ben hissed for quiet as he dragged him towards the locker room, and he found himself allowing it as he heart tried to catch up with his mind. No way Pope was going after you too.

“Weird, right?” Frankie felt like ‘weird’ was putting it mildly.

“I just asked for it,”

“You -"

“- because I wanted to be friends, but,” the younger man was ignoring his sputtering panic. He didn’t know if he should be mad or grateful. “Why wouldn’t they tell us?”

That stopped his racing heart. That was the question, wasn’t it? Frankie dragged his hand down his face, smoothed his mustache, readjusted his hat, trying fruitlessly to ground himself.

He said something noncommittal in response, barely hearing himself as he changed the topic. Ben was watching him, he could tell, but it wasn’t as though he could explain why he had reacted so strongly. He didn’t even know why.

It’s not like the feel of you against his hand was all he had been thinking about for the past few days.

His head was spinning, and not in the same way as when he had heard you were at the last game.

Of course other men had their eyes on you. You were gorgeous. His hand twitched on the locker as an image of him pressing you against it flashed through his mind. Shoving it down, he moved on.

You were smart, too, and kind. Certainly he couldn’t be the only one who liked the way you looked when you were thinking, or the little messiness of your hair, or the curve of your neck and shoulders as you leaned against the table.

There was a flare of something green in his chest. He was thinking about your hand on his arm, the way it made him feel like he was your anchor, the white lines on the ground guiding your feet. That, was his. For a moment, his brain reminded him of your lips on Pope’s cheek, your fingers on Benny’s shoulder, and palm on Redfly’s jaw. The locker door resonated in the quiet room as he slammed it shut. Even your eyes in Ironhead's for just a moment… it made him want to kidnap you, press into your space, surround you with his body until all you could see or touch or think about was him. Or maybe it was the opposite. Maybe what he was aching for was for there to be a room full of handsome, athletic, perfect men, and for you to seek him. Find his eyes, and hold them in yours until you reached each other. To choose him. 

Either. Or maybe both.

Whatever he’d been saying got lost on his tongue.

Benny was looking at him thoughtfully, and Frankie sighed, his anger slowing to a simmer. It was absurd, he knew that. Knowing didn’t make it go away, but it helped.

Really, he should be lucky he got any of you at all, that alone was a minor league miracle. Hiking his bag up, he clapped his friend on the shoulder and changed the topic once again.

The smell of dirt and grass and sweaty men faded as they walked out of the room, and when someone made a group chat that included you, Frankie remembered that he liked his friends. The bats in his bag clanged like bells, and Ben said something that made him laugh, and he thought he was a fool to have forgotten it.

-

Santiago was the first one there, over half an hour early, by accident or design you had no idea. He made all of James' things look small, and it made you laugh, because you knew it was only the beginning.

You’d been added to a group chat a few days ago. The list of total bizarre things happening to you was increasing every day of knowing them but you couldn’t exactly complain. It was exciting and honestly, you ached for them in a way you couldn’t explain. Seeing Santiago sent sharp excitement through the anxiety of preparation, but even with the handsome man removing his shoes, you couldn’t help but check behind him for Francisco.

It had been a joke, sort of. They had invited you out and you retaliated by saying you owed them a meal. You should’ve known, already, they weren't afraid to take you up on it, and you’d had to use James as your crutch. His house was much bigger than your apartment, and he was so excited to talk to them it was adorable. Before you’d even turned to Santi properly, they were already chatting, and you watched, smiling.

He looked good. It really was almost as if they actually were family – not physically but you could see it in how they interacted. Santi was more cleaned up than he’d been at the bar, thanking your grandfather like it really was an honor to be welcomed into his home. Jimbo was standing as tall as he could to scruff the younger man’s perfect hair, and you laughed as he clarified that they were always welcome, as long as they helped cook. And when Santi grinned, agreeing readily, the line on his forehead smoothed.

The stress of hosting even such strange guests lessened again, and you slipped back into the kitchen.

Not two minutes later, he found you there, and you could feel him watching you, lounging against the door as graceful and powerful as a panther. Slicing vegetables to grill, you let him, for the time being. He would tell you what he was thinking if he wanted to.

It made you smile again, when his large, calloused hands began to make motions for you to let him take over. Determined or maybe even insistent, but not entitled. He mimicked your cuts, checking silently for your approval, and you saw something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

Over food and drinks he had been smart and clever and passionate – an idyllic picture for over-ambitious fans. None of that was gone, but there was another layer under it, something distinctly humble, and if your dreams hadn’t already been occupied, you might’ve fallen in love with him a little bit. Prepping food to the sounds of quiet music and the rhythmic thumps of the knife against the cutting board felt domestic, but in a familial way. There was no pressure for words, for you, and when he did speak, it seemed as though he agreed.

“This might sound fu… uh, stupid but I’m glad there aren’t bobble heads around.” Of him and his friends, he implied. You wondered if he checked his language for your sake, or out of mindfulness for James.

“He really respects you guys,” you shrugged. “He’s always lecturing me on remembering that you’re human, and not overstepping normal people boundaries.”

Pausing your salad assembly, you stole a glance at him, only to find deep brown eyes looking at you curiously. His hand scraped over the stubble on his jaw, and you could almost see his thoughts, running diamonds in his head.

“Is that why you shot Redfly down?” he wasn’t looking at you, so he missed the tilt of you head. You didn’t need to know the nickname to know what he was talking about, but he clarified a moment later.

You weren't prepared for this to come up, but it shouldn’t have surprised you.

“Yes and no,” was the most honest answer. “He’s already got a girl, whether he knows it or not.” You felt good, talking to him, good like laughing, so you did. It was a strange moment, when the team’s outfield dreamboat had leaned in to kiss you, and you turned him away, but it wasn’t weighing on you at all.

Santiago was grinning at you, hands still, and you wondered if this was the first moment the two of you were seeing each other clearly. Biases and judgement and wariness stripped away easily in the kitchen, like the peels of potatoes.

“So,” his tone and eyes were mischievous, and you had never felt more like an almost stranger was your brother. “If one of the other guys asked you out, you would consider it?”

Face flaring with heat, you barely contained a squawk. He let out a triumphant noise and you shoved him. There was no doubt he wasn’t talking about himself, but you still wanted to melt into the floor.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen –”

“Shut up shut up shut up!”

Both of you were laughing when the other men pushed through the front door.

Santi answered their raised eyebrows by sticking out his tongue.

-

There was moments all the time in baseball, where when you have the ball and have to choose which opposing player gets to make it safe and who you’re going to try to get out. It’s a split second where you feel torn in two, and that was exactly how Frankie felt now.

When he had seen you, flushed and laughing, part of him wanted to give a damn thank you speech to Pope for helping bless the world with that, and the other part of him wanted to murder his best friend.

They had all pushed into the little home and he tried to focus on greeting James and looking at the cozy, dated furniture, the humble decorations, clearly cleaned just for them. There had been a moment, where you’d waved at what felt like just him, and his heart rate had doubled. He tried to talk with the guys, the friend you had invited, or help grill or set the table or … anything, but all he wanted was to find you again.

Staying by your side the other night felt as natural and the ball hitting the palm of his glove, time and time again. It was exactly where he was meant to be.

And you were so lovely he wanted you to press into him so close he absorbed just a fraction of your glow. He wanted to wrap you up and take you with him wherever he went, or maybe just settle into your shadow, to follow you forever. It felt greedy, which he didn’t really mind, but the problem was that it was unrealistic.

You were working hard to be a good host, floating around, making sure everyone was content, helping, handling things, or happily having heaping helpings of your cooking. There was another game on the TV, and James was telling stories, and his friends had made themselves right at home. In a strange way, it felt like a Sunday with his abuelos, and cousins, casual and comfortable. It was telling, of you, fitting, and he liked that, but it was distinctly missing... you.

Santi found him, listening to James, trying not to look over his shoulder for you, hand twitching to find it’s place on you again. They kept their voices low, trying to be respectful, as they caught up on the last few minutes, hours, days. Frankie felt a pang of guilt, wondering if he had been subconsciously avoiding his friend. There was still some more private communicating they had to do… He offered Pope a drive. That would do it.

There was an understanding as the looked at each other, under the music and talk, and clatter of dishes. Will was making James laugh, loud and care-free. The uneasiness settled in his gut – he trusted Santi with his life. He could certainly trust him now, with whatever this was.

Not long after, Frankie found himself being herded through the little house, around tables with glasses and napkins, and back into the little kitchen. There was a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, and then he was alone with you, for the very first time.

Your eyes were big, staring at him, as you held a pile of dirty dishes.

He wanted to kiss you.

Of course, he didn’t, only cursing himself as he awkwardly offered to help. When you shook your head, your hair fluffed, and with the sunlight through the window, he was having trouble remembering how to function.

Frankie was solid, known for being sturdy and safe. Not like Will was, with his ethics and upbringing like roots into the ground, but that of Atlas, supporting the world on his shoulders.

He was the cornerstone of the team, the background man behind the curtain, with hair and eyes and thighs that Santi swore made women swoon.

And he was doing dishes in the kitchen of your grandfathers house, weak in the knees because you had smiled at him, impressed and grateful. His mind was telling at him to talk to you more, to say something interesting or impressive or to make you laugh when he heard you yelp.

The sound was awful, and adrenaline pumped into his blood as he realized you were hurt. Swinging around he didn’t see you for a moment before registering you had sat down, hard, and were clutching your wrist. There was a thick line, throbbing and an angry red – burnt.

When his knees hit the tile, he didn’t even notice the dull pain. His hands grasped yours as you tried to apologize, explaining the stove was still hot after you had turned it off. Frankie heard you, really he did, but he mind was chanting do something! And stringing Spanish curses, demanding that he protect you, that he fix it.  

He didn’t realize how close he was to you until your eyes found his. it crashed into him the realization that if he leaned forward, tilted his head a bit, and sunk a little lower onto his knees, he could have your mouth against his. 

Panic slowing, he looked at you. You were so sweet and beautiful, collapsed on the kitchen floor with him like the two of you were the only things in the world, and you were trying to tell him you were fine, that it was a silly accident. Frankie felt ridiculous, caught up in his thoughts, and he just... threw aside logic.

Time stopped, and he kissed the burn.

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AHHAAHA ok i also have very mixed feelings abt the robins panel they just released, i think it would be an amazing chance for DC to acknowledge all the shitty things Batman has done in the past (and the good things of course!!) in the way he’s treated the Robins to show even good ppl mess up and also address the whole “wtf why is he letting literal kids go feral like that??” part. And in regards to what Dick said abt discussing whether being Batman’s Robin was a good thing or not: i definitely have my own opinions of “yes, having the robins was good for Bruce and helped him grow to be a better person, but his still treated them like crap way too often. and yeah being Robin helped a lot of them too in a lot of different ways, but they deserved better than what B gave them” at the same time. But the little snips about cereal is cute and i love love love that they actually included Steph AND DICK WITH A MANBUN!! (akdjal im scared this is like the first long ask w an opinion ive ever sent and i hav no idea if it’s even coherent ive been working on mid term stuff😭)

dont worry bestie, i can read this perfectly fine!!! and i can’t talk much about it if it was difficult anyways, between my excessive 😩😩😩 and mushy brain from studying for ap exams i would look like a fool.

see i agree because the concept is actually kinda cool and is a good opportunity to show how bruce messed up with his kids (i don’t think they’ll go the whole “sidekick bad” route because that’s their entire brand, they’re not gonna do that) but i like the idea of bonding over it. but also i DONT TRUST THIS WRITER TO GO THE GOOD ROUTE FOR THIS HE MESSED UP WITH DICK BEFORE HOW IS HE GONNA WRITE ALL 5 ROBINS WHEN HE COULDNT EVEN WRITE ONE 💀. so ya, the concept is so cool but i’m really scared because of this writer. this sort of storyline(?) always looks so... bad when executed in the wrong way (like that one scene in yj when diana was like “why you bring robin out at 9 😡” and batman is like “because he needed to take man to took his parents’ lives to justice and he won’t turn out like me 😡” because BRO. THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW ITS MORALLY WRONG!!! WE ALL KNOW, BUT THATS THE WAY THE UNIVERSE IN CANON WORKS SO NO ONE QUESTIONS IT!!! SO DONT BRING IT UP!!! AND TRY TO JUSTIFY IT OR ITLL LOOK SILLY!!! like if dick tries to say “sidekick bad” in this issue after he literally made damian robin it’s 💀 SORRY I GOT OFF TRACK) ANYWAYS so if they go that route then they should solely focus on the type of mentor bruce was instead of the idea of child heroes as a whole in my opinion. also it has the vibes of fanon characterizations and i hope they don’t completely go that route because fanon 🥶🗿💀 overall i am terrified but kinda hopeful even tho i don’t think i should be💀💀💀

the cereal but was so cute!!! dick really just? stockpiles on his brother’s favorite cereal 🥺 i’m in love.

DICK WITH A BUN WAS SO NDJDJSJS god i love drawing him with a bun i’m so glad they gave him long hair and for once made it look good (long hair dick grayson as a concept fucks so hard 😩 but the execution is usually 🥶) AND YAAA!!! MY GIRL STEPH!!!! WAIT IM SO EXCITED FOR HER TO BE INCLUDED HERE!!!

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A Second Date

Clementine and Louis have a second date to continue getting to know each other better.

“I hate you,” she jested. “I love you too.” He smirked. “Even if you do have a weird thing for cowboys.” “Damn it, I do not! You’re never gonna let this go, are you?” “Absolutely not.” 

~  AO3  ~  FF  ~

Clementine grit her teeth and dug her nails into her bed sheet as a sharp pain shot up her leg. She  raised her head slightly and looked to the foot of her bed where Ruby was busy dabbing the limb with a wet cloth to clean it. The redhead insisted on cleaning it every day until it scarred over. It was already a miracle that Clementine had survived the amputation; Ruby didn’t want to test their luck with an infection. She gave the other girl a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, hon. I know it sucks, but it’s gotta be done,” Ruby said, rubbing the injured girl’s other leg in a futile attempt to soothe her. 

“I know,” Clementine grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut and resting her head back against her pillow. Of course she was grateful to Ruby for looking out for her, but God, did this suck.

It had been a little over a week since she returned home, and her recovery was going a lot more smoothly than anyone expected it would. The color had returned to her skin, and she was able to stay awake for the better part of most days. The pain was still overwhelming at times, but with the help of painkillers and emotional support from the other kids, she was able to push through it. 

AJ had been particularly attentive-- not that that was at all surprising. He spent most of his time by her bedside when she was awake, keeping her spirits up and making sure that she had everything she needed. He wasn’t beside her today, however. This was the first day he had left the walls of the school since they came home. He had initially been reluctant to go too far away from her, as even though she was improving, he was still terrified that something would go wrong. He was still terrified that he’d lose her. But that morning, Clementine was finally able to convince him not to worry-- that she wasn’t going anywhere, so he hesitantly agreed to go hunting with Aasim and Louis. 

When he headed out, leaving her alone in her room, part of her regretted telling him to go. Having him around kept her from thinking too hard about her condition. She tried her best to suppress it, but she couldn’t help the grief she felt over the loss of her leg. She knew that her disability would make life a lot harder from here on out; there were so many things she’d probably never be able to do again….

A light knocking at the door brought Clementine out of her thoughts. She propped herself up on an elbow and called out, “Come in.” 

The door opened and Louis stepped in. 

“Hey,” he greeted her with a grin and shut the door behind him.

“Hey, you.” She smiled affectionately at him then raised an eyebrow when she noticed that AJ wasn’t with him. “Where’s AJ?” 

“He wanted to help Aasim get a rabbit ready for dinner,” he told her then glanced at Ruby, who was still busy tending to Clementine’s leg. “Uh, I can come back later if you want.”

“No, it’s ok.” She stared down at her leg and frowned before meeting his eyes again. “Honestly, I could use a little moral support.”

Louis mirrored her dejected expression and walked the short distance to her bed. He crouched down beside her and took her hand in his.

“I’m so sorry, Clem. I--”

“Hey, I said I need support, not a pity party,” she interrupted.

He dropped the rest of his sentence with an amused exhale and squeezed her hand. “Right. Sorry.”

“So… how was hunting?” Clementine asked, wanting to shift the conversation away from her plight.

“Pretty good. We caught a couple rabbits, and I showed AJ how to reset the traps.”

“That’s good.” She chuckled before adding, “Guess you’ve replaced me as his sidekick, huh?”

“Hey, he’s the sidekick,” Louis joked, earning another light laugh from the girl. Of course, the sight of her laughing brought a grin to his face, as it never failed to do. 

Clementine looked lovingly at him for a moment before extending her arms to him for a hug, which he happily gave. 

“Thanks,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

“For?”

“Just, y’know... being here. It helps.”

He pulled slightly out of her embrace and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll always be here.”

A soft giggle from the end of the bed caused the pair to separate. Ruby had finally finished cleaning the girl’s wound and was looking fondly at them. They both blushed and lowered their eyes; they had almost forgotten she was there….

“Y’all are too cute,” Ruby remarked, shaking her head. She noticed the redness on their faces and gave them a small reassuring smile. “You don’t have t’ be embarrassed. It’s real sweet how close you two have gotten.”

Ruby picked up a roll of bandages and turned her attention back to Clementine’s leg. 

“I’m a lil’ jealous,” the redhead admitted, still looking down as she began to wrap the fresh gauze around the limb. “Not, y’know, of either of you specifically,” she quickly clarified. “Just of what y’all have, I guess.”

Ruby paused and looked back up to them. They were staring at her expectantly, apparently waiting for further explanation, so she continued:

“I used t’ read those sappy romance books the old English teacher kept in her desk and wish I could experience somethin’ like that,” she continued and smiled sadly at her hands. “I stopped a while ago, though, when I realized it wouldn’t ever happen.”

“Well, how do you know it won’t?” Clementine cut in gently. 

“I dunno… Not a lotta people left... And I doubt any of ‘em would like me.”

Clementine was surprised to hear that she felt that way. Did she really not realize that Aasim had a massive crush on her? He wasn’t exactly very subtle about it….

“You don’t know that. Maybe somebody does,” the brunette hinted.

She looked to Louis, who had his hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide the huge knowing grin that spread across his face. He dropped his hand and opened his mouth to speak but was stopped short by a light tugging on his wrist. He glanced down to find Clementine gripping it then shifted his gaze to her face and gave her a questioning look. ‘Don’t,’ she mouthed, knowing exactly what he was planning to say. As much as she herself wanted to just tell Ruby about Aasim’s crush too, she knew that they shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them. Louis pouted but obeyed and stayed silent.

Ruby raised an eyebrow at their behavior but chose not to question it.

“I don’t think so,” she sighed as she tied off the fresh bandage on Clementine’s leg. “Well, think I’m all done here.” Ruby stood and wiped her hands on her pants. “Anything else I can get’cha?”

Clementine shook her head. “I’m ok. Thanks, Ruby.”

She gave a little nod in response and turned to leave the bedroom. Clementine and Louis watched as she exited the room and gently closed the door behind her. They stayed quiet for a moment, listening to the sound of her footsteps down the hall fade away.

“I can’t believe this,” Louis quickly broke the silence, shaking his head in incredulity.

“I know, right?” Clementine agreed. “She really has no idea.”

 “I gotta tell her.” He turned to Clementine. “Come on, you shoulda let me tell her. This is too perfect.”

“No, he needs to tell her.”

“But he won’t, Clem. It’s been, like, a year.”

“Just... give it a little more time. He’s not very good at hiding it; she’s gonna find out eventually.” 

Louis crossed his arms and quirked his brow at her, clearly unconvinced. Noticing his skepticism, the girl continued:

“What if someone else told you that I like you?” she asked. “Wouldn’t that have kinda ruined it?”

“Honestly, I would’ve just thought they were fucking with me.” He stared at the door and frowned, pausing to consider her point for a minute before sighing in defeat. “...I guess you’re right.”

“Of course. I’m always right.”

He smirked at her. “I’m still gonna keep harassing Aasim about it, though.”

Clementine snickered. “That’s fine; you should. Just don’t tell Ruby anything.”

“Deal.”

Louis looked down in thought for a second. He sat down on the bed beside her and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “So, um...anyways... I actually came in here for a reason,” he said.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Well, y’know, I figured you must be bored laying in here all day, so I thought, ‘Hey, what better time for our second official date?’” He pulled his deck of cards out of his coat pocket, set it on the bed between them, and looked to her with a hint of anxiety on his face as he waited for a response. 

She gave him a soft smile. “That’s a good idea. I am pretty bored.” 

Louis smiled and let out a breath of relief, which Clementine took notice of.  

“What? You thought I was gonna say no?” she asked as she sat up and rested her back against the wall.

“I mean, not really, but”-- he shrugged-- “you never know. Maybe, in the last thirty seconds, you realized you actually hate me.”

Clementine rolled her eyes. “No such luck,” she joked before focusing on the deck of cards sitting on the bed. “So, did you have a game in mind?” she asked the boy.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Y’know, I still don’t really know a lot about you, so I thought we could play the game we did the night you first got here. Remember? Highest card asks a question?”

“Yeah, I remember,” she confirmed. “Is War the only card game you know?”

“Of course not; it’s just the easiest. I know Golf, Spades, Cribbage, some that I made up...” As he listed off card games, Louis split the deck in half and handed half of the cards to Clementine. “I also know how to play Poker, but I hate it.”

“Why?”

“It’s boring.” He paused before mumbling, “And Violet always beats me.”

The girl chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah. She’s impossible to read. I think she’s secretly a lizard-person,” he said, somehow keeping a completely straight face.

Clementine burst out laughing. 

“Don’t tell her I said that,” Louis added, as he laughed along with her. 

“Don’t worry; I won’t.” The girl’s smile faltered. “She… doesn’t really talk to me anyway.”

Not wanting to ruin the mood, Clementine quickly changed the subject. “So”-- she held up the stack of cards Louis had given her-- “are we gonna play?”

Louis nodded and gave the cards in his hand a quick shuffle. They each drew a card from their respective stacks and flipped it over; Clementine won with an eight of diamonds. 

“You win,” Louis said. “What do you wanna know?”

Clementine looked up and thought for a second. She couldn’t think of anything particularly creative to ask, so she just asked the first question that came to her mind:

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Damn, we’re already starting with the real hard-hitting questions, huh?”

The girl smiled and rolled her eyes in response before looking back at him expectantly. 

“It’s green,” he told her. “What’s yours?”

Clementine raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “Hey, I thought only winners got to ask questions,” she teased.

“Ok, new rule then: losers can ask follow-up questions.” 

“Fine,” she chuckled before answering, “Mine is pink.”

“No way. You’re lying.” 

“What? What’s wrong with pink?”

“Nothing!” he laughed. “I just wasn’t expecting that. I thought you were gonna say something hardcore like black or blood red or something.” His expression softened. “That’s kinda cute-- that it’s just pink.”

The girl snorted, trying to hide the slight blush that crept onto her cheeks at his words. “If you say so.”

“Wait, what kind of pink, though? Hot pink?” Louis suddenly asked. 

“Ew, no.” Clementine wrinkled her nose at the thought of that obnoxious color. “Just regular pink,” she specified.

“Ok, good,” he chuckled and took the card she had drawn out of her hand, stacking it with his and setting it to the side. He motioned for her to draw again for the second round. “After you.”

Clementine drew another card from her stack and flipped it over: six of spades. Louis followed and produced a three of hearts.

“I win again.” The girl smirked at him. 

Louis shook his head and said flatly, “You’re cheating.”

She scoffed. “What? How do you even cheat at this game?”

“You stacked the deck.”

“It’s your deck!” she laughed.

“Alright, fair point… I got my eye on you, though.” He winked at her. “What’s your question?”

This time, she already had a question in mind. “Where are you from?” she asked. “Before you came here, I mean.” 

Louis smiled and answered, “Baltimore.”  

“That’s cool; that baseball guy I met was from there,” Clementine shared.

He raised his eyebrows. “No shit? What was his name?”

“Javier Garcia.”

“Wait, seriously? I’ve met him.”

Clementine’s eyes widened. “Really? When?”

“Yeah. Well, kinda. My grandparents used to take me to the baseball games in the city sometimes. He signed a ball for me. I think I still have it somewhere...” He shook his head and chuckled to himself. “I can’t believe you met Javier Garcia and didn’t tell me.”

She giggled at his enthusiasm then shrugged. “You never asked.”

“Alright, you gotta tell me everything now. How’d you meet him?”

“Well… I, uh…” Clementine sighed, slightly embarrassed of how she had acted back then. “I almost shot him; then, I tried to rob him.” 

Louis snorted. “Really, Clem? I mean, I knew you were edgy, but damn.”

She rubbed the back of her neck and said sheepishly, “Yeah… I was going through some shit at the time… He was pretty cool about it, though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He was a pretty cool guy in general,” she said and placed her card atop the other discarded ones. “He’s kinda like you-- little less dorky though.”

“Dorky!?” Louis clutched his chest and feigned offense.

“In a good way!” she quickly added with a laugh before switching focus to her stack of cards. She held them up and asked, “Round three?”

“‘Round three?’ You’re really gonna act like you didn’t just insult me like that?” He continued pretending to be offended as he drew another card. Before Clementine could respond or even draw a card herself, he blurted out, “I win.” and revealed that he had drawn an ace. 

“Not necessarily,” she protested. “What if I get an ace too?”

“I’d be very shocked.”

Clementine picked the top card off her stack and lifted it up in front of her face so that he couldn’t see it. She smirked. “It’s an ace,” she told him.

Louis looked at her skeptically and peeked over the top of the card to see what it really was. “That’s a four, darling.” 

The girl sighed and dropped the card. “Fine... I guess losers do deserve to win at least once.”

“Exactly,” he agreed before asking his question: “What’s your favorite kind of music?”

Clementine smiled; that was such a him thing to ask. She pursed her lips as she considered the question. Music hadn’t really been a part of her life like it had Louis’. When she and AJ were living on the road, they avoided it for the most part; it was unnecessary noise. She had probably heard more music in the past month at the school than in all her years on the road. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I never really had the chance to listen to much music before I came here,” she admitted. “Sometimes me and AJ would listen to some rock CD in the car; I guess that was pretty cool.”

“Rock? That makes sense.”

Clementine shrugged and moved to draw another card, but Louis interrupted her:

“Wait, you’re not gonna ask what mine is?”

“I already know what yours is.” She smirked at him. “It’s obviously super girly pop music.”

“Ah, shit! How’d you know!?” he joked. 

“Gut feeling,” she joked back as she grabbed the next card off her stack.

She drew a Jack, beating Louis’ draw of a nine.

“Yes!” Clementine pumped her fist in celebration of her victory. “I have a good one this time.”

“Oh boy,” Louis said, slightly worried. “What is it?”

“What’s your biggest irrational fear?” she asked.

He eyed her suspiciously. “Um, you’re not trying to get ammunition to use against me are you?”

“No!” she laughed. “I’m just curious.”

“Ok...” Louis sighed before answering, “I’m terrified of wasps.”

“Wasps?”

“Yeah. I hate them. A couple years back we found a wasps’ nest under the lookout tower. I wouldn’t go outside for a week.”

“Are you allergic to them or something?” the girl asked.

“No, they’re just… fucking demonic, y’know?” he replied as an involuntary shiver ran down his spine at the thought of the wretched insects.

Clementine giggled. “Yeah, I guess they kinda are.”

“I’m glad you understand,” he chuckled then raised an eyebrow at her. “So, what’s your irrational fear, then?”

 “Oh, I’m not scared of anything,” she responded matter-of-factly.

“Everyone’s scared of something.”

“Not me.”

 Louis pouted. “Come on, I told you mine.”

She stared into his pleading eyes for a moment before groaning and giving in. “I guess I’m kinda creeped out by mirrors,” she confessed.

“What? Mirrors? How could someone as pretty as you hate mirrors?”

“Ha ha,” she replied sarcastically before explaining, “They give me a weird feeling... like they’re watching me or something.” She shuddered. “I don’t know how to explain it; they’re just creepy.”

The boy gave her an amused look. “Not gonna lie, that’s… a pretty weird fear. Was not expecting that,” he said.

“Hey, don’t judge me.” 

“I wasn’t.” He held up his hands. “There’s nothing wrong with you being scared of mirrors. In fact, if you want, I’ll go smash every mirror in the school for you right now.”

Clementine snickered. “I think I’ll be alright.”

“Ok, if you say so.” Louis picked up his stack of cards, preparing to draw for the next round, but before he did, he added, “If you ever change your mind, though, lemme know. I will do it.”

“I’ll let you know,” she promised. 

The pair each drew another card, and this time, Louis won with a seven of clubs. He held his card up to his lips as he considered whether or not he really wanted to ask the question he had in mind. Clementine cleared her throat and raised her wrist as if she were checking an imaginary watch, teasing the boy for taking so long to ask his question. So he decided to just go for it: 

“Alright, I gotta ask… And I’m not judging, ok? But...” Louis reached over her and picked up a book that had been laying on the opposite side of her bed. He held it up in front of her and asked,“What the fuck is this?”

“Oh God.” Clementine could feel her face begin to burn when she saw the cover. It was one of those cringeworthy western romance novels with a shirtless man in a cowboy hat on the front. The terrible thing was mixed in with a stack of a few books that Ruby had given her a couple days prior. The girl tried to explain herself:

“It’s a book Ruby brought me to read when I get bored. She gave me a few different books, and-- and I already read all the others. So y’know, I thought reading it would at least be better than staring at the ceiling. I--It’s super dumb. I swear I’m only reading it to laugh at it.”

Louis smirked at her babbling. “Right. Sure.” 

“I promise!” Clementine really wasn’t lying. The book was horrible-- probably the worst thing she had ever read in her life. It was almost impressive how bad it was, and that made it hilarious to her. But of course, Louis wasn’t going to let her off that easy.

“So what’s it about, then?” he asked as he scanned the pages, stopping when his eye caught a particularly cringeworthy passage. He smirked at the girl beside him and began to dramatically recite it:

Annabelle watched with wide eyes as he dismounted the horse, his bare six-pack glistening in the afternoon sun. God, he was sooo hot. He took off his cowboy hat and ran his fingers through his hair before turning to her and smiling. “Howdy, baby. I have come back for you,” he said in his deep, sultry voice.

Clementine lied back and buried her burning face into her hands. “Please stop,” she laughed. Of course, he ignored her and continued reading:

“Oh, Bill. I knew you would.” She ran into his arms and kissed him passionately. He tightened his hold on her and pulled her to the ground with him. He tenderly stroked her-- 

Louis cringed. “Oof, that’s a little inappropriate,” he mumbled to himself and quickly flipped a few pages ahead until he found a different section to read. “Here we go.”

Luckily for Clementine, before he could start reading whatever awful new passage he found, the dorm door opened and someone stepped inside. Louis lowered the book and turned around to see who it was. He smiled when he saw that it was AJ.

“Hey, little dude!”

“Hi,” AJ greeted the older boy then raised an eyebrow when he caught sight of Clementine lying back with her hands covering her beet-red face. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“I’m just reading Clem her favorite book,” Louis replied nonchalantly. 

“It’s not my favorite book! I hate it!” the girl blurted out. 

“Oh, stop lying, Clem. Your secret’s out; you might as well own it.”

“I hate you,” she jested.

“I love you too.” He smirked. “Even if you do have a weird thing for cowboys.”

“Damn it, I do not! You’re never gonna let this go, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. 

“Lou, I swear to God when I get out of this bed...” Clementine playfully threatened.

“I’ll go into hiding,” he chuckled and stared down at the book in his hands. Something suddenly occurred to him. “Wait, so Ruby gave this to you?”

Clementine nodded. “She did.”

“I wonder if this is one of those sappy books she was talking about.” He mindlessly flipped through the pages then slipped the novel into an inner pocket of his coat and flashed her a sly grin. “I’m gonna show it to Aasim-- tell him to take notes and act it out for her.”

“Great idea,” she snorted. “You can torment him instead.”

“He is pretty fun to torment.” He grinned mischievously then glanced at the door. “...I’ll be back.”

Clementine watched as Louis stood and rushed out of the dorm room, his coat flapping behind him. She chuckled to herself as she heard him running down the hall. She loved that idiot.

“...I don’t get it,” AJ suddenly said. “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo,” Clementine chuckled. “He's just being a dork.”

End Note: Thanks for reading! ♥

[queen-erika-the-songful]

Okay, here are my initial thoughts on Princess Adventure. These are in no way organized; they’re just as I can remember them. Feel free to send asks if you want

- Barbie defending Chelsea’s creativity and imagination is great to see. It’s one of the best parts of Dreamhouse Adventures so it’s nice to see them continue that in this film

- I like “Try It On” a lot more now. It’s not my favorite, and I think it’s one of the weaker songs in comparison to the rest of the soundtrack, but it’s honestly kind of a bop.

- “It’s like they don’t even want me in this movie!” LOL even Tammy herself knows she’s been done an absolute injustice.

- Holy crap Amelia’s plan is so freaking funny to me. She could’ve just, like...invited Barbie over to her kingdom since she’s the princess and was already a fan of Barbie’s vlogs anyway. But nah, she’s gotta have this whole convoluted “cultural exchange” bullshit I just can’t

- Speaking of Amelia, it’s a little disappointing that we don’t spend nearly as much time with her as we do with Barbie, and, thus, we don’t get to see who the supposed “real” her really is. She says she finally got to explore things about herself, like her fears and dreams, but she never goes into details. Ironically, the audience never gets to see who the true Amelia is, we just have to go off what she said about “who [she] is does matter”. I mean, we certainly get glimpses of it (again, the convoluted plan - she’s obviously ‘act first think later’), but overall it’s not nearly enough, at least to me

- “(Not A) Picture Perfect Girl” might just be my favorite song from this movie. It honestly made me tear up a bit. We’ll see if that changes over my next rewatches

- The running gag with Trey mixing up Barbie and Amelia while Ted and Ned knew was a lot funnier than I expected it to be

- Trey is now trans and you can’t change my mind.

- I really appreciate “Somewhere New” a lot more now since seeing it in the movie. I love that the choreography starts on the plane. It was a cool choice that really felt like a “musical” thing to do. I also like that everyone got to sing at leaset a line or two on their own. 

- WTF happened between Floravia and Johanistan? Did they have a war or something? Why are they being united into just a bigger Floravia? It sounds pretty fishy. I can understand why Johan is so upset based on what little information is given to us, so I wish they had gone into it a bit more.

- Johan asked “Amelia” (Barbie in disguise) if she remembered what they said they would do as rulers when they were kids. That never comes back and it really bothered me. What was the promise? That they’d rule together? That they’d treat each other’s kingdom equally? I actually thought at the coronation that Amelia would give the answer to that question (something like “Johan, remember what we told each other...”) and then do something like absolve the treaty so that she and Johan would rule their own respective kingdoms. l

- IDK, I think I would’ve just liked it more if Johan had been like Amelia’s brother/cousin/whatever that wanted to become King. He’d be a more boring villain that way but it would be less complicated than this.

- WE GOT REPRISES OF 2 SONGS BUT THEY AREN’T ON THE SOUNDTRACK?! I will NOT stand for that. As soon as the movie comes out on DVD I’m ripping those tracks out and adding them to my playlist

- I really thought Ken and Barbie were finally going to get together. I shall now accept my clown shoes and wig. I’m already applying the makeup now.

- The sequence for “Life in Color” disappointed me a bit. It’s one of my favorite songs on the soundtrack, but the placement in the movie felt like it came out of nowhere. I was really hoping for a nice, tender moment between Barbie and Amelia. Even if they were kept separated, it could’ve started with them video-chatting again. Maybe they’d talk about their personal struggles and then Barbie would stop the recording (”We don’t have to film this...”) and they’d just have a moment between themselves to talk.

- On the other hand, “King of the Kingdom” was such a good scene. It was very entertaining and I laughed a lot (which I had to hold back a lot since I was still at work). Also, those boys can move!!

- To make up for all of the interruptions and missed opportunities, Ken Carson deserves at least 3 episodes centered on him and his life and 1 where he finally tells Barbie how he feels

- TAFFY HAD NO REASON TO BE IN THIS MOVIE. I don’t care that Barbie almost always needs an animal sidekick. Snowy (Amelia’s bunny) fills that role. Taffy just gave everyone a freaking heart attack. Also, how the heck did she survive the plane ride? California to Floravia is a 10-hour flight so how did she stay unnoticed for so long?? ROBERTS FAMILY, GET SOME DAMN LEASHES!

- Speaking of that scene, I hate it. It ate up valuable time that could’ve been later spent developing the plot or Amelia’s character. It was only like 2 minutes but in a movie that is already pretty short (1hr11min) every second counts

- Can DA please finally drop the whole “Hey look Renee is claustrophobic” already? It’s repetitive as all hell and honestly it rubs me the wrong way how often it’s played for laughs. It works in the DA Halloween episode since it’s all about everyone facing their fears but everywhere else it feels like a cheap & undeserved laugh (it only happens twice in the movie I think but I wanted to mention it anyway)

- Morningstar being a little bitch to Barbie was hilarious. I don’t really like animal toys anymore but I’d totally buy her. (She’s part of a doll-horse set called Prance & Shimmer Horse. The Barbie doll has Amelia’s princess dress).

- “This is My Moment” really warmed my heart. The last shot with Amelia and Barbie smiling at each other reminded me a lot of Princess & the Popstar actually. I also really like how they brought back stuff from “Try It On” for Barbie’s verse. Musical finale numbers that bring back earlier motifs is something I just cannot get enough of. 

- I liked Alfonso. Like Amelia said, he means well; he just didn’t put as much thought into what Ameila herself wants as he could have. But hey, he was learning just as much as they were

- I LOVED all of the stuff with Barbie trying to make it big and that bitch Rose Ross being all “This is what you have to do to make it sweetie :)” like that’s a great thing to show to kids. You can want to be famous and expand your content like Barbie wanted to, but you have to be smart about it, and you have to stay true to yourself. That plotline also mixed pretty well with Amelia’s life being formulated for the public too. I really did like all of that stuff about how media, social media especially, is constantly fabricated and edited to make things seem easier/better than they might be in real life. 

- THEY FINALLY WENT BACK TO INDIVIDUAL END MORALS THANK GOD. I got really tired of seeing “This is our story, what’s yours?” after every Barbie movie, especially when every movie that used it wasn’t going for that message. Hell, that’s not even a lesson or anything, that’s just a random end quote.

- “Life doesn’t happen on camera. Life is what happens when the cameras are off” THAT IS SO GOOD AND RELEVANT I CAN’T EVEN!!!

[godsg111rl]

sometimes I find myself thinking about my former girl friends…

the super insecure one hell bent on getting revenge for spilled milk from high school that drugged me and when I confronted her about it, she said ‘happy early birthday’ then proceeded to ghost me??? I heard life’s been kicking your ass toots.

the one who thought I was her personal chauffeur and if my life didn’t revolve around her, or I hung out with other friends, she’d literally throw herself pity parties and ghost me for periods at a time.. like you are a grown ass woman lmao why can’t you communicate? I have never been one to chase friends or a friendship. Bc frankly, I don’t care and I’m a people magnet. You could’ve been real and spoke your peace instead of disappearing into thin air???

the confused one who wanted to marry me and get a house together… but only bc her bf wanted the same from me LMAO… both of y’all sick for the record.

the one that threw a party on my birthday that wasn’t for me… and you can’t forget her sidekick.. the one that so called respected my art but wasn’t willing to pay me my worth… you are both welcome for my expanding your music palettes

the unhinged and completely delusional one that compromised my freedom and tried to fight me like the psychopath she is… all because I arrived late and wasn’t going to let another grown ass woman talk to me like I was her infant child… then proceeded to hold my equipment hostage. Sis if you’re reading this, just know that I’m coming back for my belonging and your Christmas gift this year is being served by LEO.

the lost one that chased social status so bad that she’d always have a new bestie every week and of course she was going around telling all of our business to the next bitch… parrot. Real big bird energy. It’s funny because she’s still around and still believes I trust her with my secrets and business. Read the room.

the delusional one that tried to convince people that I wanted to be her but now her obsessed and weird ass won’t stop copying me. It’s also chef’s kiss that she’s convinced herself I chased her ex as if I ever gave a fuck enough LMAO. entire time that man been in my inbox begging me for a gram of pussy bc you started a fan club for me and put him on. could’ve had a friend but you made me your enemy. real sick ´babe.´

the one that cut me off because I was ‘insincere’ and would ‘use’ her LMAO. I asked the girl how I’d use her after spending days on the phone with her while she had manic episodes, and this girl had the audacity to say, ‘you always ask me if I know a plug.’ LMFAOOO like seriously. PUHHHLEASE. This was someone I was treating to lunches regularly, providing moral support for, and even helping out financially. But my asking where the plug’s at is what was giving leech energy? When you, yourself, smoke every day?! Big yike.

the one that lied to me about her girlfriend being just a friend when I didn’t want more than a friendship with her anyways… just for the girlfriend that she wasn’t claiming to follow me on all my socials and start acting like a weird ass bitch lmaooo. So then when I asked why the weird energy I got blocked by both of their weird asses 😭

Truly… reflecting on the women I chose to surround myself with in the past makes me cringe lmao. No, seriously. It makes me question if I ever loved myself to have allowed those people to sit at the same table as me (and the answer has to be no cause ain’t no way). I attracted a lot of energy demons in the past… People that latched onto me liked my light and loved how I made them feel like that bitch (bc who wouldn’t hype their friends?!…i mean unless you’re a hater lmaooo).

I was genuine and transparent with those people. I showed up for them even at times when I couldn’t show up for myself. I gave, I gave, I gave… even when I had nothing to give to myself. And thus, I taught others that they held more priority in my life than I do. I set 0 boundaries with people and in conclusion, they thought I was the one…. But now everybody knows better. Or at least, they will.

I´m so proud of the group of friends that I have right now. the ones that pour into me equally and don’t just take, the ones that aren’t yes men and will let me know when I’ve fucked up. the ones I can actually learn new things from and vice versa. The ones I can call on no matter what time of the day. The ones I break bread with. The ones I share tears with. The ones I actually let get to know me in all of my light and glory without fear that they’ll try to run off with my stuff (figuratively but also literally though lmaooo). Those are my 4Ls.

I’m going to continue to choose my friends wisely. I don’t care for that shallow shit. It doesn’t matter what you look like. That heart better be pure or you can join my graveyard of bitches that’ll never have access to me on this journey again. SKY DADDY SAID THEY CANT COME.

[slytherinbarnes]

I don’t why but I’ve hated always hated this about the 100 fandom (I obviously don’t mean everyone) but a lot of people just see Bellamy as a side character to Clarke or her love interest, like yes he cares about her but he always risks his life to save everyone else

Bellamy Blake is just such a unique character, his character arc from jumping between the good guy and the bad guy is so interesting on its own, I hate when it’s overlooked

I hope that made sense hahaha

oh no friend, you have opened up a can of worms bc I am PASSIONATE about bellamy blake and his complexity. he is so much more than a sidekick to clarke! I love that we get to see him be morally gray a few times throughout the show. he's less concerned with being a "good" guy vs "bad" guy, and more interested in who can give him the safety and life free of war that he so desperately wants. that's why he follows bad guys like pike and bill, bc they offer him safety. but when pike threatens that idea of safety for his family through octavia, that's what finally gets bellamy to switch sides again.

speaking of octavia, the blake sibling dynamic??? beautiful, and I'll never forgive the writers for fucking it up over the years. as an older sister who is best friends with her sibling, I relate to bellamy SO much. I would do anything to protect my brother and keep him safe, including doing a lot of the same questionable things that bellamy does. I love that his concern is more on his family and not on sides and morality (though we definitely see him struggle with his morality, i.e. "I'm a monster." but isn't it interesting that we only see that AFTER octavia and bellamy fight for the first time?)

anyways, I could talk about this for hours so I'll shut up now, but just know that you're right anon, and bellamy is so much more than people give him credit for! 💗

[jackrrabbit]

ask answering/updates

first of all, thank you 💘 second of all...

ok ok ok don’t get too excited, but I finally got the juice to start working on the next part of Fanatic 🖤 most of you guys will be like ‘who cares’ but i know some of you have been waiting for this for a while! it’s been what, 2 months?? hope I’m not jinxing myself by saying this *knocks on wood* also not to hype myself too much but it’s kinda bomb 😳 maybe this is just my sick bias but I’ve really been wanting to write about...aftermath iykwim haha. reader all scared & shy & trying to avoid him but yk he’s not going to leave her alone :P

I also figured out the ending to it will come back!! it wouldn’t be shiggy if it didn’t get dangerous 😈 also gonna be nice to write some eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head fuckery so our favorite handsy creep can finally get his dick wet with his beloved little nursey <3

here are some other vague ideas, some based on requests, some not. as always no promises!!

BNHA—pillage & plunder with fantasy AU warlord Bakugo (and his gang of ruffians?? hmm...)

BNHA—Overhaul makes you work off your daddy’s gambling debts the extra hard way uwu...also I have SO many ideas for Overhaul 😷 after I finish iwcb my next multi-part fic will probably be with him

BNHA—various things with reader as an aspiring villain set in the same universe as Caught in the Act: reader getting quarantined with shiggy & dabi...dabi getting mad at you after you keep fucking up...incel shiggy jacking it to his adorable protégée without her knowledge (a galaxy brain request from a very good buddy!!!!)

BNHA—ABO with alpha Hawks and omega reader in an elevator...and uh-oh, it’s stuck! and you’re going into heat! oh no, whatever will you do??

Haikyuu—you get stuck in a hole in a wall, good thing your dutiful boyfriend Kuroo is there to help you out ;)

Haikyuu—gangbang with Tsukki, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kuroo...a challenge bc I’ve never written a gangbang before!! will have to do some research 🧐

Haikyuu—your bf Atsumu does mean things when he’s jealous, like putting his hands up your skirt in public

KNY—Kokushibou decides to keep a shrine maiden as his cute little human pet 💜 actually already wrote pt. 1 but I’ll wait to post til I’m done with Fanatic

AxK—just some no good very bad yandere content with Dr. Midori...neglect play stuff...sensory deprivation stuff...icky icky

Gintama—something with Kamui. does this count as monsterfucking? very very rough...idk what exactly? some form of dastardly acts

thanks for the concern friends 💕💕 I’ve been preoccupied by things happening irl for the past few weeks, trying to educate myself, going to protests, etc.

also in case anyone else is confused, my stance is and always has been that Black lives matter and all cops are bastards. I’m not sure my porn blog is the right place to talk about this at length but if you’re a bootlicker, please smash that unfollow button and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. if you don’t already have a decently functioning moral compass you should not get anywhere near my writing...fr

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omg thank you & yes yes a million times yes!!! hope you don’t mind commitment issues and student loan debt 💝👯‍♀️

the line between not hawksfucker and hawksfucker is very thin and very blurry, beware.....lol and thank you!!

the video you recommended...like damn!!! that’s exactly the vibe I feel like fratty Hawks x reader from be a little bad would be like if they had a happy ending eventually (start at 1:39)!!!!! “I didn’t make you do this” “I’m not accusing you of anything” it’s that exact dynamic. imo Hawks might be a little less willing to make things official and reader would prob have a hard time being straightforward enough to ask tho...hmmm

I did get several requests for a part 2! I’m thinking it over atm. I will say tho that most of my reqs have very slow turnaround so if I write it, it might be a while

ooh I love getting recommendations! here’s what I like:

fanfic: I read stuff like what I write (smut, kink, yandere, villains). at some point I’m going to make a long post of fic recs of my own! I also read fluff and character x character ship fic so interests are pretty broad

TV: humor, crime shows like Bones, Criminal Minds, Psych, that kind of thing. nothing too dark or complicated, nothing that requires too much investment. same goes for anime

movies: pretty much everything! lately I’m really into Howl’s Moving Castle and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

books: literary fiction. can I say I’m into dark academia if the only dark academia I’ve read is The Secret History? favorite books I’ve read semi-recently are TSH, All the Light We Cannot See, The Poisonwood Bible, and Discipline & Punish. currently reading Foucault’s History of Sexuality

music: idk man...all kinds of stuff. I listen based on vibe more than genre. all my spotify playlists are named things like “sunday” and “the power” and “[sparkle emoji]”. my artists on repeat are Hozier, The Weeknd, Kendrick, M.I.A., The Neighborhood (F I’m a basic bitch) but I’ll try anything once

jfc these two asks have given me so much hope 🥰😭💗 you know what? sooner or later I’m going to post Kamui x reader smut and it’s going to get 3 notes from the three of us liking it and that’s okay because I’ve thirsted over this man too long and too hard to go my entire life without reading over-indulgent reader-insert porn of him. yes the villain kink jumped out but DAMN!!! the man has ‘h*rny scumbag who lets his instincts rule him’ baked into both his DNA and his psyche, and I’m so here for it 😌

if you don’t know who Kamui is, do me a favor and watch gintama. yes there are like 400 episodes but it’s worth it. I will convert more bitches to the gintama thirst train if it costs me my life. Kamui was made to star in disrespectful breeding kink smut and this is a hill I will die on.

??? sure, if you can point me toward part 2 ????? lmao

I’m guessing you meant to ask for a pt 2 instead of pt 3? in which case, thanks for asking!! but tbh...for some reason I have a really hard time imagining what a pt 2 would look like, maybe because I wrote it 100% from Overhaul’s POV so it’s hard for me to define the reader’s feelings. I’m not saying it’ll never happen but 🤷‍♀️

HOWEVER if it’s Overhaul content in general you’re craving, you’re in luck!!! he’s a favorite of mine. legit he ticks so many of my boxes—villain kink? check. medical/scientist kink? check. yakuza kink? honey I’m weak. I’ll definitely be writing more for him in the future!

oh no! I checked it on my computer & on mobile and all of the links are working for me? are the links still broken for you guys?

anyway, here are the rules, here’s the short version of the request rules, and here is part 1 and part 2 of it will come back.

thank you to everyone who has sent kind words, everyone who replies to my writing, and everyone who posts thirst in the tags!!! I read that shit!!!! and it makes me fucking cry, I love you all

one more thing: several people have requested continuations to Sleepless, Sidekick, and Fanatic. on one hand, I’m so flattered that you guys want more!!! on the other hand, I actually already answered asks about pt. 2′s for those particular fics. before you request a continuation of anything, it’s probably a good idea to look up the name of the fic as a tag on my blog so you can check and see if anyone else had the same question 💖💖💖