#attack’s rebel kisser

[felinefractious]

Attack’s Rebel Kisser

🐱 Oriental Shorthair

📸 Attack’s Cattery

🎨 Chocolate Spotted Tabby

[sodalebooks07]

Volkimura

@lavenderotpprompts Thanks sm for these adorable prompts :)

Promise I’ll do a Rubiam one after!!!

What is each member’s love language?

Zu- Loves hugs and any physical touching, huge cuddler. Roman- defo more conservative but is OBSESSED with Zu’s hair :) loves just braiding it or playing with it and she doesn’t mind at ALL! Forehead kisser right here too.

What would they describe as their perfect date?

Anything as long as they are together :)

Who made the first move?

Zu- she kissed him remember?

Who is more sentimental?

Defo Roman. Just has like 400 folders on his phone for pictures of Zu UWU

Which member calls the other in to kill the spiders?

Zu- girl can take down the government and lead a rebel gang but boy she is TERRIFIED of anything that is smaller than her hand and crawls.

Who falls asleep first?

Zu- Too cute. Insists she’s not sleepy but once her head’s on Roman’s chest she’s dead to the world.

Who wakes up first?

Roman- Honestly. Zu wakes up and he’s sitting outside watching the sunrise :)

Who is more more relaxed/carefree?

Zu- *flashback to Roman about to take down six armed teens in Haven* yeah Zu....

What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? (Is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar?)

Roman is so quiet and calm (ish) and Zu’s just a HURRICANE of energy *pun intended* and they are so cute together!!!

Who is always cold?

Zu- we know she wants Roman’s hoodies....

Which member is always trying to bring home stray animals and which member always has to say no?

Zu- and Roman’s like ‘what’s in the bag Zu? It better not be another puppy.’ 

Who worries more?

Roman- do I need to explain? 

What are some non-sexual activities they do together?

STARGAZING!!! Can’t you just picture them stargazing? *You looked like a star* They totally listen to music too *Come on Eileen* and Roman reads her poetry :)

Who would be able to talk their way out of a speeding ticket?

Zu- Roman would just accept it while Zu’s like, ‘well hold on a second-’

Who is the better cook?

Roman- MAKES HER BREAKFAST IN BED!

What are some things they don’t agree on?

Zu risking her life every ten seconds

Which member is more physically affectionate?

Zu- NEED I EXPLAIN? SHE’S A CUDDLE MONSTER!

Which member is more verbally affectionate?

Roman- you looked like a star 🙌✨

How does each member feel about PDA?

I mean..................... 

Who’s the safer driver?

Roman- Zu totally cuts through red lights (Vida taught her to drive can we accept it?) And Roman in the passenger seat having a heart attack.

What’s each member flirting style?

Zu is really adorable but also really blunt and to the point, ‘you look really cute in that shirt ;)’ while Roman leaves little notes and flowers for her AWWW

Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

S-U-Z-U-M-E Roman opens her wardrobe one day and finds all his clothes and is like ‘???’ and she’s just like ‘idk how they got there....what?’

Who is the cuddle initiator?

ZUUUUUUUU- But Roman can tell if she’s having a bad day and just folds her into his arms and she’s much happier :)

Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

Introverted- I feel like they’d prefer watching movies together in the dark or just stargaze together in peace 

Who is the big/little spoon?

Zu is so tiny and smol that she HAS to be little spoon. Roman just adores holding her :))))

Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

Roman is the calm and rational one. Always talking her out of doing crazy ideas and Zu and Priya are just so chaotic he has his hands full...

Who’s more likely to laugh at their own jokes?

Zu because Roman doesn’t understand half of them....she can be so cryptic and always ends up in tears while he’s just standing there really confused...

Who takes longer showers?

Both?

Who is “more loved” by the in-laws?

Zu- she and Priyanka are besties }{ Roman is CHERISHED by Ruby though

Who is more likely to get jealous?

Neither/both?

What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?

That Roman was smuggled illegally into the country, experimented on and not really a Psi but actually a Psi- It got super weird in here, just me?

Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

Zu stays up SUPER late and Roman has to practically CARRY her to bed 

Who’s messier?

Zu. Roman’s a neat freak and gets so agitated when her stuff is ALL over the ground.

Which member is more likely to accidentally spend $300 at Target?

Roman- and Zu just shakes her head and is like ‘sweetie no! I told you not to go near the sale section...’

Who wanted/would want kids first?

It’s a joint decision and they both talk about it 

Who gives piggy back rides to the other?

Roman

Who fell in love first?

ROMAN DID YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Coming Home Chapter 2

Hello fuckers I know I promised this chapter yesterday but then I fell asleep because I was incredibly exhausted. So I'm posting it today because I deserve it Also, the song for the last chapter was Revolution Radio by Green Day, which no one guessed! I'll give you a hint for this chapter- it's very far off from Green Day or My Chemical Romance.

Title: Coming, Coming Home

Chapter Title: Cause I’m with you this time

Chapter Wordcount: 3333

Chapter Summary:

Cherri Cola settles into living with Dr. Death Defying and White Lily, figures out that someone actually cares about him, and makes some reckless decisions.

Warnings: implied/referenced past abuse, referenced past misgendering, light panic/anxiety attack, non-graphic/canon-typical violence and injury, uhhh i *think* that's it? (If you want to know what parts to skip, go to the end notes on AO3- I also put a brief summary of any important info in those parts. Stay safe!)

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It took a few months for Cherri to really settle in to living with the other two. He was younger than them, and lacked the shared experience of fighting in the Helium Wars. But all three of them had the shared understanding of having grown up too fast, the pain and weariness in the other’s eyes mirroring his exactly. Not to mention that running a pirate radio station and attempting to spark a rebellion did tend to bond people. Having each others’ backs in firefights, fixing the radio equipment together, and eating their meals as a group only aided that process.

So 109 WKIL slowly got off the ground, heading into the sky just as promised. Their transmitter was fairly decent, and so their range was large even if few listeners were tuning in right now. But the rebellion grew daily, neutrals and Battery City folk abandoning a more peaceful life under the hand of Better Living Industries for the wild world of a killjoy. White Lily spoke over the radio at least weekly, encouraging them to fight, to not let themselves be squashed under bli’s heel. 

“Power is not given, but taken. If you hate oppression, you better be ready to fight against the oppressor and give it everything you’ve got.” 

Cherri was sitting in his usual spot under the broadcast desk, making sure that all the equipment was running smoothly as White Lily spoke above him. Her voice didn’t have the deep, gravelly weight of D’s, but the fire in it was inspiring. There had always been something about White Lily that made people want to follow her, D had told him. Some spark in her spirit that kindled fires in others, bringing them together under her leadership. 

“Better Living may have bombs, and gas, and more ray guns than we can dream of getting our grubby little killjoy paws on. But we have something they can never replace: spirit. You can’t make a fiery heart with pills and white walls. They can take our bodies, shoot us full of plasma and throw us to the wolves. But they can never touch our spirit. Never. We will rise again, as many times as they try to throw us down.

"The spirit of the desert is something they can’t kill with any amount of laser beams. Any size of bomb, any number of exterminators. None of it will squash our spirit, and that’s what makes us invincible. As long as a single killjoy rises to fight, Better Living Industries cannot win. So get out there, crash queens! Get your vehicles, motorbabies. Angel kissers, grab your med kits, and kerosene saints, your matches. We’ve got a corporation to overthrow, and we’re not stopping at just nipping at their heels. Killjoys, it’s time to make some noise!”

She clicked off the radio. “How was that?”

“Good,” Cherri told her. “Inspiring. Makes you want to fistfight an exterminator.” 

“Oh good, that’s what I was hoping for.” Lily paused. “No fistfighting exterminators though, that’s a bad idea.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Oh yes I can,” Lily laughed. She was still grinning as she reached to help Cherri out from under the desk, a grin both achingly close and achingly far to one he remembered. There were days when she looked so much like his sister it hurt, not in her features but in the way she laughed and her teasing grin as she and D bantered back and forth. 

Cherri tried not to think about it as he pulled himself to his feet. “And how do you plan on stopping me?”

“Hmm…I think I shall tackle you.”

“Then what?”

“Make D lecture you nonstop until you fall asleep.”

Cherri laughed as they headed back into the house. "Good luck with that."

So far, they hadn’t had to move the van from its position in front of their home in Zone Four, but all of them knew it was only a matter of time before bli would be breathing down their necks.

“We have some time,” D said that evening. “Our signal will be hard to track, and we don’t have a wide enough reach to be a threat to Better Living Industries yet.”

“We’re getting there, though,” Lily commented, digging around for the last bit of power pup in her can. 

“True, we’ve got a lot more listeners now than we did before.” Cherri was already finished with his, playing with his dented spoon and reflecting the sunlight across the room idly. “It’s going to be hard to stay hidden for long, not when the other killjoys whisper about our station and spread the word between themselves.”

“The more people who know, the easier it is for Better Living to find us,” D agreed. “Of course, we need people to know so they’ll tune in, but we’ll have to be careful as we get larger.”

“Careful, careful, you’re always careful.” Lily leaned back in her chair, setting down her spoon. “I’m not saying we abandon all caution, but there’s going to be risks running a rebellion. A lot of the time, we’ll just have to decide if they’re worth taking.”

Cherri nodded, still examining the spoon. “And a lot of the time they will be.”

“Didn’t know you were such a daredevil, Cher.” He made to glare at Lily, but she went on. “You’re right though. Everything’s a risk, and we’re going to have to take a lot of them.”

“I don’t like that,” D put in.

“None of us do, except maybe Cherri the daredevil over here. But we’re doing it.”

“We’re doing it,” D agreed tiredly. 

“I’m not a fucking daredevil,” Cherri muttered. That was….mostly true. Risk for the sake of risk wasn’t exactly his thing, but risk for any other sake was. As long as only his life was at risk, it was a risk worth taking. He figured, at least.

“You’re pretty fucking daring, Cher.”

“Only risks that are worth it, though.” He pretended not to see the two older ‘joys exchange glances. 

-

True to their predictions, the rebellion grew. Their radio was a contributing factor, Cherri hoped. It certainly seemed to have grown in popularity as more killjoys entered the desert and more neutrals lay down their peaceful ways and took up arms alongside the killjoys. WKIL was something whispered about in killjoy circles, told to the newbies, the undergrads of the desert.

Cherri knew because he was the one who went and talked with them, the lesser-known face. Everyone recognized at very least the voices of D and Lily by now, the two radio speakers who rallied the rebels, but Cherri Cola was not a name whispered in legend yet. He was just a sixteen year old with a shitty ray gun and a bad haircut, which had advantages and disadvantages. 

One of the advantages was the ability to go talk to random people and be seen as relatively harmless, just a teen with a bright pink mask. There was nothing about him to suggest that he was an incredible shot with a ray gun or a dangerous fighter, not in the slightest. He wore oversized clothes and perpetually looked disheveled, so he had been told. And if you didn’t look too closely at his eyes, you wouldn’t even see the fire in them. 

So Cherri used that hidden advantage, appearing perfectly harmless to anyone who didn’t know him well. It was helpful for White Lily and Dr. Death Defying, since neither of them could go anywhere where there were a lot of rebels without being recognized.

And the rebellion grew and grew. Their voices were growing louder, their colors brighter even as Better Living Industries tried to squash them down. The spirit of the desert truly was rising, and a faint sense of hope had started to permeate the air. White Lily never promised that they would win. But she promised that Better Living Industries wouldn’t, so long as a single killjoy stood, and that was enough for most of the desert. 

They were teenagers, mainly. The bulk of the force that was forming the current rebellion was either teenagers, running from their pasts in Battery City, or twenty-something former soldiers of the Helium Wars, running from what they had done or trying to put it right. They were young and invincible, so it seemed. The reality that they could easily die doing this hadn’t sunk in for most of the younger population of the desert, intoxicated on freedom and the thrill of the desert.

D and Lily knew that reality all too well, Cherri knew. He knew they knew what all of them were up against, had watched death in their own right in the Helium Wars, had wrought it with their own hands. 

He knew what the consequences were too, a memory of bli employees in clean white suits coming to respectfully ‘recruit’ the person he loved most hovering behind a door in his mind. That door would remain closed, Cherri had decided. The past was the past- but he fought because of it anyways, knowing the horrors Better Living Industries had done.

Cherri might have been young, but he was no fool. He knew quite well that he could die, and he couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck, as Lily would put it. There were things more important than living to some grand old age, and this rebellion was one of them.

He would be lying to himself if he said that some part of him wasn’t in this for revenge, maybe a larger part than he was willing to admit. 

“If you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down,” Cherri muttered to himself, aiming his shitty old ray gun at the empty cans Lily had set up that day. Despite how long he had already been out here, they still hadn’t managed to locate him a better weapon. That was fine, he thought, he was deadly enough even without one, but D and Lily both insisted that it would be a lot easier for him with something that wasn’t outdated by at least three years. 

“What?” Cherri jumped as D came to stand next to him, aiming his own black and blue ray gun at the cans. “Did you say something, Cherri?”

“Oh, uh. Nothing.”

D shrugged, tilting his head to take aim. “You don’t have to tell me, I just figured I’d ask in case you were trying to tell me something.”

Cherri lowered his ray gun, glancing down. “I said if you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down.”

“Ah. True, and insightful.” Cherri didn’t have to glance over at D to know his face would be gently concerned. “Somewhat dark though, you could say.”

“Guess so.”

They were silent for a moment, apart from the zap of ray guns.

“Pasts are something to be forgotten here,” D said finally. “But if you need someone to talk to about yours, Lily and I will support you.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean it, you know.”

Cherri fiddled with his ray gun. “Yeah.”

“Just putting that out there.” D turned back to their target practice.

- 

Despite D’s words, there was a silent agreement amongst the three of them that pasts were not to be spoken of or asked about. Occasionally, D or Lily would tell a few stories, mainly from their childhood. They rarely talked about the Helium Wars, only occasionally with each other. And Cherri said nothing about his past. Instead, he pretended not to notice the days when the other two flinched at any loud sound, and they pretended not to hear him cry out in the night, when everything was silent and there was no buffer against the memories. It was a courtesy more than anything, a way to keep each other from having to speak about their darkest times. Usually, Cherri appreciated that, finding it easier to deal with any hurt alone than worry about burdening the others.

Tonight, however, was different. No matter how much he tried to calm himself down, his breath kept coming too quickly and he couldn’t drown out the voices of his past. Worthless, never going to amount to anything…should be more like Samantha…your grades are slipping again…never going to be a boy…

Cherri shivered violently, even though the blanket was tucked safely over him, and climbed off the window seat he had been using as a sort of bed, picking up said blanket. It was cold in the desert at night, no use leaving it behind. 

It took him more rests of leaning against the wall and trying frantically to draw a single breath than he wanted to admit before he was down the hall to the room D and Lily had claimed. Their door was cracked open, but Cherri pushed it open a little bit further to see both of them seemingly sleeping peacefully as he stood in the doorway.

“Cher?” That was White Lily, lifting her head a bit from the mattress. “Everything okay?”

He managed to shake his head, and she gestured for him to come sit. 

“What’s going on, friendo?”

“Bad dream,” Cherri whispered.

“Ah. Those are no fun. Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Lily nodded as if to say that didn’t surprise her, and she looked dreadfully like someone he used to know in that moment. “Come on then, lay on down. D won’t mind if you elbow him, he gets up at ass o’clock in the morning anyways.”

Cherri was quite certain D would, in fact, mind, but he did as she asked anyways, settling down on the creaky mattress. Lily put her arm out in what was clearly an offer, but didn’t touch him until he rolled over towards her. When he did, she wrapped her arm around him fully, pulling him closer, and Cherri felt like he could breathe for the first time since waking up. 

Lily didn’t say ‘I love you’ or anything of the sort, but she did ruffle his hair and give him a quiet “Goodnight, Cher.”

And Cherri didn’t say ‘I love you’ either, but he leaned into her embrace. “Goodnight, Lily.”

-

True to Lily’s words, it was, in fact, what Cherri would qualify as ‘ass o’clock in the morning’ when D woke up and proceeded to wake the other two up while getting out of bed.

“Is it even light out?” Cherri questioned as Lily gave a massive yawn.

“No, which is why D’s being an asshole.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, Lil. Or you, Cherri.” He didn’t question why Cherri was there, much to Cherri’s relief.

“You did anyways,” Lily grumbled, but she released Cherri and sat up. “I guess it would be time to get up soon anyways.”

“Exactly,” D huffed.

Lily just yawn-laughed as she got up, and Cherri reluctantly followed the others downstairs. They had quick breakfast in the predawn light, followed by a bit of fussing around as they got ready for D’s morning broadcast, organizing all the news and things that had come in yesterday. Killjoys had started to send them news of the desert, to the point where they got almost as much from what people sent in/dropped off/radioed to them as what Cherri found out on his almost daily runs. It was starting to pass what he could find out on daily runs, really. But he went anyways because they still needed his info, and they needed to eat.

“Bye, Lily, D!” 

“See you, Cherri,” Lily hollered back. “Be careful!”

“I will!”

The three of them split the tasks that living in the desert and running a radio station required. Today, D and Lily were taking the radio station van to drive around and talk to people, encourage them to join the cause. Cherri was taking the motorcycle to get any news and see if he couldn’t grab some power pup from a supply truck.

He sped down the road, getting in position to raid the supply truck. A one-killjoy raid was a dumb idea, for sure, but Better Living Industries hadn’t started to arm their trucks very heavily yet, and Cherri was confident enough in his ability to think he could pull it off. This was a small one, anyways. The initial raid went off without a hitch- the driver and few accompanying dracs were dead before they had time to see the teenage killjoy who hurried down from the dune to pull out as much of the contents of the truck as would fit in the sidecar of the motorbike. It was afterwards that became the problem, as a full two cars of bli employees came rushing towards the site.

“Fuck,” Cherri hissed under his breath. He quickly assessed his odds. One teenager with a shitty ray gun and a motorcycle against what must be at least one scarecrow and probably at least eight dracs was not good odds, but he doubted running away would be any better. They would chase him down, and then he wouldn’t even have the advantage of his higher vantage point. Hiding wasn’t an option either, given that dracs would search the entire area, so Cherri crouched behind the motorcycle and got ready to fire.

When the first person hopped out of the car, Cherri almost swore out loud. Not a scarecrow. An exterminator. He was so fucked. 

Cherri’s hands shook slightly as he lifted the ray gun and aimed. He had to take down that exterminator as soon as possible, or he was dead. The shakiness proved his undoing, as the shot whistled past the exterminator, missing by barely half an inch and causing the Better Living operative to turn.

Fuck it. Cherri got out from behind the motorcycle and ran directly towards them, firing off shots indiscriminately. His best shot now was to overwhelm and confuse them. It seemed to be working, given that one thing they did not expect was a teenager in a bright pink mask to come running directly at them. In fact, most of the dracs froze, enough that he was able to get in a few good shots before they realized what was happening. One shot even hit the exterminator in the shoulder, but unfortunately not their shooting arm, leaving them perfectly capable of raising their gun to retaliate. 

Retaliate they did, and Cherri screamed as a shot hit him in the side. “Fuck! Fuck you!” He was shaking too hard to shoot back as the exterminator held up a hand, quite calmly.

All the dracs stopped, and the exterminator strolled casually towards Cherri. “Greetings, rebel.”

Cherri spit at their feet. 

“Rather rude of you, wasn’t that? I’m tempted to kill you here, you ill-mannered rebel scum.” They reached out and tilted Cherri’s chin up to look them in the eye, letting him see the cold fire that lingered there. 

“Get fucked,” Cherri spat out as they took his ray gun from a shaking hand and tossed it over their shoulder. 

“I do appreciate the suggestion, but I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live.”

Their ray gun was positioned at his neck, and Cherri knew he had a low chance of surviving even a stun shot to that spot at such a close distance.

“I would kill you now, ill-mannered rebel, but I think I’ll let you live for one reason and one reason only- I want you to go to that ‘Doctor D’ and his friend White Lily, and tell them they will not win. We will find the radio station you killjoys speak of, we know your precious leader is hiding out in Zone Four. So go, tell them. And pray you survive that shot.”

They shoved Cherri, and he stumbled away, ignoring the pain in his side as he climbed onto the motorcycle. He revved the engine, throwing it into action and barely caring if some of the supplies fell out of the sidecar. 

The exterminator watched him go with a cruel smile.

[heroacademiaimagines]

Fluff Alphabet: Hawks/Takami Keigo

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Hawks likes to see how high you’ll let him fly you up, even better if you can fly with him somehow. The two of you are frequently on the tops of buildings or bridges, staring out at the view, with him having you securely wrapped in his arms to prevent you from plummeting to your death. You get used to heights with him, even feeling a bit jealous that he got to see the world this way so often.

He likes to just spend his time with you relaxing, lounging on the couch, doing absolutely nothing as he wants to take his day off as a true day off. You know that as the number two hero, and even when he was number three, that he was often called in to handle problems on his days off, which gave him even more reason to want to relax while he could. He would be appreciative if your days off matched with his, just so he could at least get to see you (and have an excuse to anchor you to the couch/bed with him).

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Your patience seems to be never-ending, even if you responded sarcastically to his poking and prodding at times; you made all attempts that you could to understand the way he thinks, and you proved more than once that you were thoughtful, preferring to form your own opinions even if they went against the grain. When it comes to his double-agent status, he can tell you next-to-nothing about it, only giving off implications that he’s involved in something important, and he feels content knowing that you trust him enough not to pry.

There’s nothing about you that isn’t beautiful to him, but he admits that he feels that way mostly because he’s so deeply in love with you that he couldn’t possibly feel any other way. It’s rare to hear something so gushy and romantic come out of his mouth without him snickering or smirking afterwards, but you know that he’s not lying; he did love you, or he wouldn’t waste his time on you. He might not be the greatest when it comes to waxing poetic prose, but he made you feel protected and supported when it mattered most.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Joking nature aside, it might be rare to see Hawks get serious, but he knows when the situation calls for it. His voice is even, calm, not the slightest hint of condescension in it as he talks to you, trying to calm you down and pinpoint the exact problem that’s triggering you. His logical, but also relaxed approach, can help you to calm down efficiently or to see things in a new light. Otherwise, if you’re in need of comfort food or just being held, he’s more than willing to offer his services.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

There had always been a place for you in his future, even before the two of you were officially together. Your friendship had been something he treasured over the years, something he didn’t know how he’d be sane without, and having you by his side or working alongside him just seemed like a natural dream to have. It’s when he started having dreams of you in wedding attire, or holding a tiny, red-winged baby, that he realized he had fallen hard and those dreams only seemed to multiply after your romantic feelings for each other were confirmed and you started a relationship. He knows the dream is simple, almost too picturesque or boring, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Hawks seems to thrive with a partner who’s more dominate than him, but it doesn’t bother him either way because he’s a man who will rebel against authority and do what he wants regardless. Passive doesn’t quite fit him either, as he’s more in-between, knowing when to take a relaxed stance and knowing when to flex his independence. Either way, he doesn’t think too deeply about the relationship dynamic and just goes with the natural flow of it.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He doesn’t tend to hold grudges, as he sees the world in a different way and things that are unforgivable to some are easily forgivable to him. But there are things that do truly irk him or get a rise out of him, which is where you find he can stay angry for almost an abnormally long amount of time. No amount of apologies can get him to forgive you until he’s ready to, making him rather frustrating to deal with until it blows over. He’s annoying, a bit condescending, kind of an asshole, essentially. Fighting with him is never any fun, so luckily, it doesn’t happen very often, if at all.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Hawks had never truly thought he’d find someone who’d be able to stand him, understand him, and still be a great person to be around. He knows not only is he stressful to deal with, but so is his position, and there had been more than one conversation about what should happen in case of his death. You couldn’t ask him not to be a hero, and you had great faith in his strength and intelligence, but you can just feel that there’s something more happening that he’s not shining a light on. All you can do is tell him to be safe and support him whenever you can, something he is grateful for. Having someone care about him so genuinely, someone he’s intimate with and who knows him inside and out, is a special feeling that he wouldn’t ever want to throw away.

He’s aware that you’re patient with him, he’s aware that you know how dangerous a position he’s put himself in even without actual knowledge of what it was, and he’s aware that he’s lucky to have found someone like you. Dating a hero in the top ten might be great for status or building a reputation, but those people generally didn’t realize the type of patience and hard work a relationship with a hero needed. He would be a fool, which he admittedly is at times, to not appreciate the fact that your love for him never wavers even when he doesn’t have the chance to see you, or when he breaks yet another date because of handling a problem.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There’s one particular secret that he’s hiding from you, for obvious reasons. He doesn’t want to endanger you by making you a target, and even tries to lessen your public appearances together; you don’t take offense to this even when he doesn’t explain himself, knowing there must be a reason behind his actions as there almost always was. It just goes to show the trust you’d built between the two of you.

But other than that, Hawks is rather open about sharing things with you. He’ll talk about past experiences, past relationships, anything you’d talk about with a significant other, even embarrassing things (he makes a joke at the beginning of your relationship that you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, so that you wouldn’t go to the press with anything he tells you).

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He thinks it’s only natural that someone you love helps you grow into a better person, and though his base personality doesn’t change, he finds that he’s far happier and perhaps a bit less pessimistic than he used to be. There’s a different kind of future he imagines for himself that doesn’t just involve his hero work now, and it’s not something he’d ever thought about before being with you; it’s not something that feels right without you, either, so it’s how he knows the change is from you specifically.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He just thinks it’s funny, and even if he does truly feel jealous, he just laughs it off and moves on from it. He’s not the type to act on his jealousy, perhaps even joking with the other person about you before gripping their shoulder a bit too tightly and telling them they should probably be careful about how they talked about you. He’s not the type to assume anything is happening behind his back without solid proof, and the twenty different gossip articles a day that come out ‘spotting you with different heroes’ mean nothing to him.

When he does get jealous, he doesn’t actually know how to deal with it. He knows what he’s feeling is probably illogical but he can’t help the anger that bubbles up when he sees someone getting too friendly with you, too handsy, and even if he tries to smile his irritation clearly shows in his eyes. You shouldn’t be at all surprised if he seems rather possessive of you when you’re home, refusing to let you out of his grip and showering you with affection; you can tell when he’s jealous and simply indulge him, letting him work out his feelings in any way that he’s comfortable with.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Hawks kisses are ridiculously teasing, his stubble rubbing against your face while he places fleeting kisses on your lips, never staying long enough for you to feel satisfied. He likes to make you squirm before he gives you what you want, even better if you actually beg or whine that you want a proper kiss. He also likes to lean close, never quite closing the gap, waiting for you to make the next move just to assure that his kisses are actually wanted; they very much are as they’re shockingly addictive, and you find it hard to let him go even when you both need air.

The first kiss felt like an intense moment, after a battle, where too many things had happened and your life had been in danger more than once. To have him safely in front of you, even if most of his feathers were gone, made you finally feel safe again; you rush into his arms without a second thought, and the moment your head tilted up to look at his face, he made the first move. You’re momentarily in shock that he would do such a thing, especially because he would see this as a cliché moment to finally admit his feelings for you, but you decide that the jokes and teasing can wait until later, and fully let yourself be absorbed in the moment.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Hawks doesn’t know what type of inner issue he might have that prevents him from easily saying ‘I love you’ to a person that he knows he loves, but it’s there, present, looming over him and leaving him unable to verbally respond when you say those three little words to him for the first time. You don’t seem to take it badly, you understand that he might not be comfortable, but that only frustrates him more. He does love you. He does want to say it. But there’s fear holding him back, fear of what those words might mean for you, fear of what might happen if he screws all of this up. When he finally does say it is when he’s come to terms with the fact the future was always up in the air, that he could protect you from any danger that comes your way to the best of his ability… There’s no reason for him to hold himself back any longer.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Hawks didn’t really have an opinion on marriage, he thinks it’s fine for people who want to get married but he always saw himself as more of a free agent. Not to say that the he wasn’t into the idea of having one partner for the rest of his life, it’s just that at the point in his life where he was now, it just seemed like a far-off thing to deal with later. Meeting a partner that he actually wanted to marry would be the thing that finally gets the idea of marriage to be something he’s interested in.

He tries to think of a creative way to propose, one that’s in private so you’re not pressured to say yes to him, but unfortunately, it doesn’t quite work out the way he plans. He leaves the ring in the pocket of his jacket, which he asks you to dig through to find a paper that he needed, without realizing it was still there. When he hears your squeak of surprise and the sound of it falling to the ground, he lets out a groan and realized he’d have to come up with something sweet and cute and memorable on the spot. He picks the ring up off the ground and confirms that it was meant for you (obviously), saying he had grandiose plans, but you were always unpredictable, even now.

The marriage is one that’s very spontaneous, but loving, supportive, and full of plenty of sarcasm. He very much enjoys the fact that you share a last name now and that he gets to call you his in an even more official way, often calling you his spouse in conversation as if flexing on the other person in conversation. It’s a happy marriage, at least, even with a few bumps in the road and some frustrations born from his work as a hero.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Most mushy, romantic nicknames are said with a tone that implies he’s not being serious, like my darling or honey or sugar plum. He generally prefers to call you babe or baby, or a shortened version of your name, but those are left for behind closed doors when he wants to be affectionate and cute.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When he’s in love… he likes to think that he’s not any different. Being in love doesn’t change who he is, or his hero work, or anything else about what he has to deal with daily, it just makes things seem a little lighter, especially when you’re around. He makes obvious attempts to spend more time around you, or at least tries to talk to you as much as he can, most of his free time centered around you. It’s the first hint to you that he might have a crush on you at least, as Hawks hardly goes out of his way to spend his free time with anyone.

On the outside, he doesn’t appear to be much different, though it’s noted by those close to him that the time you two spend around each other only seems to be increasing. He, once again, likes to think he isn’t changing and that it isn’t obvious, but there had been rumors since the two of you had begun to be seen together that he had a thing for you. None of them would bother bringing it up as he’s unlikely to confess to anything easily, and it wasn’t worth the energy or frustration that would come from questioning him.

He tries to be smooth, God does he try, but he finds there’s something about you that makes his brain feel like it’s covered in a fog and he can’t find the right words. He starts off by mumbling how he feels, and then accidentally delivers a back-handed compliment which came out entirely wrong, and it just goes downhill for him there. He’s sweating as he tries to recover, acting as though he meant to do all of that when you finally manage to work out what he’s trying to tell you. You simply rolled your eyes at him, nodding along and pretending you believed his excuse.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Hawks is wishy-washy when talking to others about his romantic relationship with you, only trusting a handful of people with the knowledge that you’re dating. He knows rumors will run wild, but as long as he’s a double agent for the League, he had to do all that he could to protect you. Otherwise, as long as you were okay with the large amount of attention you’d garner from dating a top ten hero, he wouldn’t mind letting the world know you were together (no announcement, but he wouldn’t make a point of hiding you away when you were on dates). He’s still tight-lipped about it if anyone asks questions too personal, thinking those types of things should stay between the two of you.

He talks highly of you naturally, without even realizing he’s doing it, as he’s rather fond of you and clearly admires you in different ways. When it comes to talking about how much he loves you, he does find he’s a bit apprehensive about getting too romantic or poetic in front of people who aren’t you, as he had a hard enough time being that way when it was the two of you alone. The same tends to happen with physical affection, where he doesn’t mind being seen flying around with you or kissing your cheek, but anything more can make him flustered, as those are things that he wants for just the two of you to enjoy (and he values his privacy greatly).

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Though he can be incredibly annoying, he’s still endearing, charming, and has the ability to cheer you up without even trying. He knows when you need his support the most, always being honest with you when he notices something and trying to pull you out of your funk gently, instead of yanking at you aggressively. He’s a person with some tact, who wants the best for you and who you know would never lie or mislead you, which means you can’t help but completely trust him.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He has some trouble with romance, feeling awkward or like he’s not being genuine if he doesn’t throw in a sarcastic comment or a joke. He tries for you if it’s something you truly want, but he prefers to just love you his own way, the best way he knows how. He still takes you on dates or tells you that you’re beautiful, he loves you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, etc, but don’t expect it to be often. He’s a very casual person and he prefers having a significant other that feels like both a lover and a best friend.

He still wants to do everything he can to make you happy, as you being unhappy seems to make him feel unhappy, too. He’ll buy you just about anything you want when he can, he spends just about all of his free-time doing things with you, it just seems natural that your happiness is on his priority list (and his was on yours, which just made everything fit together wonderfully). He tries to come up with a few interesting dates and experiences for the two of you to go through together, so his love tends to lean on the creative side rather than the traditionally romantic.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

It depends on what you wish to achieve. If you want to be a better hero, with good opportunities to bolster your own reputation, he wouldn’t mind you working under him in the slightest. He would trust you enough to make a good name for his Agency, and working alongside you would likely be interesting, even if you were mostly independent. He wants to support the things you believe in, even if they’re not things he quite understands or cares for himself, as long as they’re not heinous in nature. He believes in you, he trusts you, you mean a great deal to him and hopefully you wouldn’t betray that trust anytime soon.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Hawks is all about going with the flow, doing whatever’s necessary to keep you happy and keep the relationship thriving. He doesn’t really mind trying out new things, though he feels like there are some conservative ideals he holds (he’d like for your relationship to remain monogamous for example) that he wouldn’t be too willing to compromise on. Otherwise, he feels like your relationship isn’t very conventional, nor does it have a solid routine, so it rarely feels like things are stale between you.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Hawks knows you almost as well as he knows himself, or he’d like to, at least. He likes to know every little thing, even the darkest things that some might not want to admit to; he’d have a hard time talking about those parts of himself, too, but finding that perfect partner who he could open up to, and who opened up to him? That’s true love in his opinion. Empathy he can struggle with, but he does always at least try to be sympathetic, not wanting to piss you off or sadden you for no good reason. He might not always understand why you act the way you do, but he knows you’re not without your own flaws or reasoning, so he’s willing to listen to any explanation if you leave him completely baffled.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

If you weren’t important to him, he wouldn’t have you as his significant other. He’d had crushes before on others, but none had ever struck him quite like you had, another thing that had set you apart from those previous people. His relationship with you isn’t just a romance, it’s a friendship, it’s his support, it feels like home, and there’s no solid value that he can place on it. It’s so important to him that he can’t even put into words what it means, it’s just this feeling, this tugging at his heart, that tells him how truly invaluable you are to him. His career also matters, but he doesn’t see the two as being on the same poll, refusing to compare the two and knowing that you wouldn’t force him to pick, either.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He surprisingly is. He tries to act aloof and like he doesn’t require much affection, and he’s not quite the clingy type, not minding having a lot of personal time and not minding if you required a lot of alone time. But when you were together, he’s always touching you, always pulling you towards him or blocking your escape routes with his wings as he tackles you to the couch or bed and refuses to let you leave his grip. He just wants to feel your lips on his skin and the way your finger strokes his cheek, it grounds him back in reality, it reminds him that he’s not just a hero but a human who wants to be held and taken care of.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Hawks hates it when he gets this way, calling himself laughably pathetic for missing you when you were so within his reach. Duty calls though, and he can’t sacrifice the time when he’s needed, so he’ll normally shoot you a quick text or two while he’s patrolling. This isn’t entirely abnormal as he checks in with you daily unless he’s extremely busy, but sometimes you’ll even receive a phone call, knowing he wants to be soothed by the sound of your voice. The calls never last long, but they do include you mentioning you miss seeing his face, and promising to give him all sorts of love when he does finally have some free-time again. These calls are enough to reinvigorate him to keep moving forward even when the days seem to be going impossibly slow, but they tend to only make him miss you more.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Hawks nearly wears himself out in the beginning of the relationship due to trying to spend as much time with you as he can, knowing his busy schedule could leave a bad taste in your mouth if he didn’t prove that he was worth sticking around for. These types of thoughts quickly leave his mind as he learns to relax, realizing you knew he was a hero that had selfless thoughts about saving innocents, and that you weren’t always going to be the number one priority. As long as he showed up when you needed him, and your relationship was built with mutual love and respect, you were content.

[killian-whump]

How would you arrange Collin's movies' whumpiness from highest to lowest?

Oh, this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now, Nonny! Sorry about that! But this is a great question, so hopefully the answer is worth waiting for? Maybe? No? Probably not, but I’ll try XD

Now please keep in mind, this is only MY personal opinion on where these roles would fall, ranking-wise. A lot of Colin’s work has some borderline whumpy elements to it (angst, fear, drunkenness, suicidal behavior, etc) that may tip each film upwards or downwards on others’ lists. These are just where they land for me, personally. Your mileage may vary ;)

OKAY! Colin’s roles, Whumpiest to Least Whumpiest!

Captain Hook, Once Upon a TimeThis one takes the top billing, for containing both the most extreme (and highest quality) whump in 5x13 and 5x14, as well as boasting the most plentiful whump throughout the rest of the six seasons Colin’s in the show. There’s a reason why Captain Floor is a thing, and that reason is because Hook gets laid out on the ground like it’s going out of fashion. Bless him, the writers, the directors, and the show itself for so many gifts

Conor Elliott, The ClinicMost of Colin’s work on The Clinic is better known for its sheer adorableness and the bean-sprouty goodness and cancer-curing qualities of Conor Elliott’s precious smile. However, in the first season that Colin was on the show, Conor set himself on fire in his therapist’s office - which led to some rather extensive pain faces and hysterics on the floor of said office as he was tended to by paramedics. He’s then carried out in a wheelchair, obviously sedated, and is later seen multiple times in a hospital bed - even sporting an oxygen mask in one shot. He continues to be seen with bandages on his arm for multiple episodes, and a scar from the event can even be spotted on Conor’s arm two whole seasons later. Now there’s something you don’t see everyday.

Mark, Storage 24This is one of Colin’s films that is damn hard to quantify the whump in. For starters, we have a solid punch to the kisser, complete with some blood. There’s also a scene in the beginning where his friend knocks him over and lands on his nuts (cue pain face). Both scenes are solid, whump-wise - but for me, it’s the extreme fear and panic Mark exhibits throughout the entire film that brings it as high on this list as it is. It is SO much fun to watch him scramble through air vents, terrified that a giant alien monster is going to burst through and eat him alive at any moment. And Colin does such a brilliant job of relaying that fear. Even when he’s not being hurt, you feel like he’s in dire peril… and that makes this entire film feel extremely whumpy to me. At any rate, we also have the fact that the end of the film sees Mark [SPOILER ALERT] get his face chewed on rather graphically, and we’re right back to not knowing what to do with this film. How dare that thing touch such a beautiful face.

Peter, What Still RemainsThis post-apocalyptic film brings us a grievous bear trap injury in the first half that leaves Peter limping and wincing throughout the whole rest of the film. There’s really no cinematic reason for the injury, either, which leaves a lot of us wondering if the director cottoned on to the fact that Colin has a lot of whump-loving fans and was like, “How do you feel about bear traps?” What The Rite gave us all in angsty rain shots, this film gives us in winces and limping. He also gets [SPOILER ALERT!] stabbed and dies at the end.

Ben, The EuthanizerThis short film opens with a lengthy sequence of Ben trying to hang himself and lacking the go-ahead to take that final leap (if you will). Very angsty, with some noose action and wincing and frustration. Ben then hires the eponymous “Euthanizer” to help him finish the job - resulting in more noose hijinks, some crying, a hand-gagging, some desperation, a bit of a wrassle on the floor, and some great moments where Ben’s got the muzzle of a gun pressed into his face. Jazz… nice.

Michael Kovak, The RiteDespite this being a “horror” film, there’s not as much whump in it as you might expect. And while there is an impressive-looking list of maladies in the film, they all suffer from being a bit too brief and a bit too dark to truly enjoy. That said, Michael does get choked twice, wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, cries and angsts when his father dies, and gets attacked in the ending climax. That scene sees Anthony Hopkins getting in his face, mocking him, throwing him across a room, getting in his face again, and even briefly possessing him - but it all feels even darker and briefer than the earlier whump.

Brennan, The Dust StormSo much of the whump in Colin’s roles is subjective, that it’s hard to even quantify it for this list. For example, if one considers the vulnerability of extreme inebriation to be whumpy, they’re likely to feel this movie deserves a much higher place on this list - whereas those who don’t find that kind of thing whumpy at all might object to this film being as high on this list as it is. C’est la vie. Drunkenness aside, however, this film does feature a solid punch to the face, a voluntary cigarette burn, loads of romantic angst, some vomiting… and did I mention the extreme inebriation? He even passes out in a church.

Brendan, Call GirlAnother short film, and also one of the earliest film roles our Col ever did :) This one’s got some very brief fisticuffs that result in Brendan [SPOILER ALERT] accidentally killing a young woman. Obviously, some angst ensues… and he ends up slicing into his forearm with a kitchen knife to cover the crime.

Professor Harrison, Carrie PilbyOn top of housing one of Colin’s least-liked characters (by design ;)), this film also only has one very solid punch right to the nose (with blood!) for us whumpers to enjoy.

Duke Phillip of Bavaria, The TudorsIt’s not real whump… but Phillip does pretend that Princess Mary has stepped on his foot during their dance and quite melodramatically winces and stomp-limps off the dancefloor, before revealing it was all a ruse to get her alone for a smooch. Nice one, Duke Phillip. We’d follow those pain faces off into a dark corner any day.

Peter, Love Is the DrugHe gets punched in this one (when does he not?), but it’s off-screen. He’s also drunk (again) and ends up passed out on the street, having puked all over himself. Oops? Well, it’s whump. Sort of. Oh, I think his buzzcut might also count as whump, depending on who you ask XD

Jamie, Proof 2Colin’s appearance in this is very brief, but he still manages to get grabbed by the collar and manhandled a tiny bit, regardless :)

Nameless Florist, The WordsThere’s no whump at all in this one, although Colin does appear adorably embarrassed when he knocks dirt all over the counter in the florist’s shop. Aww. There’s also some angst in bed and he takes a bath - and I don’t want to live in a world where that doesn’t count for something.

Security Guard, Wild DecembersThere’s no whump in this at all, unless you count giving him the lines, “It’s tough, it’s tough” to a woman whose lover has just been gunned down in front of her a form of whump. Some of us do. I mean, that’s awful dialogue.

Rowe, Rebel HeartThere’s no whump in this at all, but he does look extra cute. It’s also the very first time Colin appeared on film (that we know of). Bless.

Douxie, TrollhuntersWe only hear Colin’s voice here, and there’s no whump whatsoever. His character might return later in the series, though! Maybe someone will punch him then XD

Honorable Mention: JJ SneedThis isn’t even out yet, but I feel the need to mention it, since it’s likely to land VERY high on this list. JJ is the recipient of not one but TWO separate gunshot wounds in the song this Heartstrings episode is based on - one that lays him up badly enough to be nursed back to health by the protagonist, and the other that results in his death by that same woman’s hand. If that doesn’t sound like a role destined for the Top Three of this list, I don’t know what would!

[lumosinlove]

any chance we can get some wolfstar for national kissing day...? love your work ❤️

this is late but I had to. Thanks!

Sirius Black:

Friend. Brother. Son. Rebel. Anamagi. Lover. Occasional smoker. Hot-head. Procrastinator.

Kisser.

Remus ran through this list in his head as he blinked up at the ceiling, mouth agape, breath escaping him. Sirius’ lips hard and insistent on his neck. Kisser, lover, so good at both of those things. Remus felt himself make a soft sound, fingers skidding across the bedsheets, too soft, too slippery to hold onto, and up to Sirius’ shoulder, hard muscle that his fingers pressed into. He felt loose and taught all at once as he let Sirius surround him. He felt how his entire body moved with the kisses he was pressing, licking, biting into Remus’ neck, felt the fingers clenched around his hip, the other on the free side of his neck, keeping the skin open and raw for him to cover and warm. The only thing Remus could feel over his mouth was the hard pants of breath Sirius let out against his skin whenever he broke for air.

Then, there was a tugging at his neck, at the silky red and gold tie around it, Sirius’ fingers hooking into the material, voice muffled, “’s useless, getting in m’way.”

Remus, even through the fog in his mind, let out a laugh, and his fingers lifted to clumsily attack the knot, “Couldn’t have that.” His voice came out as a breath of its usual tenor.

Sirius groaned and sat up a bit, elbows on either side of Remus’ ribs, and pushed his hands off, fingers nimble and hurried until he yanked the tie from around Remus’ neck, making him help and clutch at the wet, rawly kissed side of it.

‘Careful.” Remus hissed, feeling the heat of the redness that was probably showing thanks to the quick pull of the rough fabric against his skin.

Sirius made a soft noise, not at all matching the sharp smile that pulled at his lips as he leaned forward to press a brush of a kiss to Remus’ lips and said, “Sorry, baby. I’ll make it better,” only to promptly pounce on Remus’ skin once again. The heat was heaven against the tender skin, warm and soft and complimented by the weight of Sirius’ body over him, relentlessly there, grounding him. His palm moved back to the side of Remus’ neck as he trailed the kisses up towards his jawline, over his high cheekbone, until Remus tilted his chin up, leaning his head off the pillow to catch Sirius’ quick mouth, the mouth of the rebel hot-head smoker kisser lover lover lover lover.

“I love you.” Remus said into him, “love you.” He hooked his socked foot around Sirius’ calf, arm around his waist, and kissed him again, harder, straining into it in an effort to pour everything there, to make him know, even if he already did. Remus would tell Sirius over, and over, because he knew he struggled with it sometimes, all this warmth that had never been there before.

Sirius shook as it surrounded him, overwhelmed and craving it, and after all his kissing, let himself be kissed in return, sinking against Remus’ chest.

Sirius’ voice broke over the words, “Love you, Re. Love you.”

They said it twice. Because twice was not a slip, was not a heat of the moment, was not taken lightly. Twice was a promise and a truth.

Remus sucked Sirius’ lip into his mouth, tweaking it gently with his teeth just to feel the soft grin against his own lips, and then parted Sirius’ with his tongue. Both arms wrapped around Sirius’ broad chest and back, pressing them closer as Sirius eased Remus’ head back against his pillow with the pressure of his kisses.

“You know what I like.” Sirius mumbled, “This.” His fingers stroked the blush that angled itself on Remus’ cheeks, “And this.” He licked over the kiss-swollen redness of Remus’ mouth, “And this.” He ducked down, just for a second, and nipped the sensitive pulse point of Remus’ neck, knowing already what the sound that came out of Remus would be like but wanting to hear it anyway. “And this, too.” He kissed Remus’ mouth again, but his fingertips found the slightly sweat-damp tips of Remus’ hair, curled against his temples, “So much. I love it all, so much.”

“Pads.” Remus breathed. He felt a little like he was going to be crushed. By everything, in the best way, by this heavy, heavy weight of being wanted.

Sirius just hummed, dragging his lips down until they were at the hollow of Remus’ throat. He nosed the dip there, fingers unbuttoning Remus’ shirt, kissing each bit of lean chest it revealed. Remus, once again, found himself blinking blearily up at the ceiling of the dorm, fingers running lazily through Sirius’ summer cut hair, the shortest Remus had ever seen it, bouncing and curling just above his ears.

“I love your hair.” He found himself saying, and felt Sirius’ low chuckle.

“Yeah?”

They looked at each other then, lazily and grinning, Remus’ fingers tugging at the dark strands, “I mean, I loved it before, but this is…you look…” Sirius raised an eyebrow and Remus just huffed a laugh, “Like yourself. I don’t know.”

Sirius snorted, and then Remus did, and then they were laughing. Remus’ head fell back with it, Sirius’ forehead dropped to Remus’ chest, and then they were laughing into each other and Remus loved this. Loved how it was hot, and then heavy, then soft, somber, happy, light. A push and pull of heat and cold and light and dark twining around and around to just create them. It would never be just one thing. Then Sirius was kissing him again, mind-numbingly, and the labels for everything fell away and it was just them being together.

Remus loved that most of all, and he thought, as he held Sirius tightly,

Sirius Black:

Friend. Brother. Son. Rebel. Anamagi. Lover. Occasional smoker. Hot-head. Procrastinator.

Kisser.

His.

[lesabear]

Do that meme for Ayrs and Veresia too

Okay then!

GENERAL

Name: Ayrs Martell

Alias(es): Meteor, Zildrog’s Wrath (Zakuul AU)

Gender: Male

Age: ~26 when the game starts

Place of birth: Ithaca

Spoken languages: Basic

Sexual orientation: straight

Occupation: Commander of Havoc Squad, general nuisance, wanted criminal (Zakuul AU)

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Brown

Height: 6′3″

Scars: Scar running down his left cheek from a childhood incident. Multiple scars from his career as a soldier

FAVORITE

Color: Blue

Hair color: Brown or blonde

Eye color: Brown or blue

Entertainment: Reading about history, video games on the holo-net, testing Elara’s knowledge of regulations by researching obscure procedure manuals

Pastime: Soldiering, eating, occasional tomfoolery

Food: Nerf steaks and/or burgers

Drink: Alcohol (formerly), caf (later)

Books: Military history and manuals, religious texts

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Yes - military academy on Corulag

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: No

Gotten pregnant: No

Kissed a man: No

Kissed a woman: Yes

Gotten tattoos: No/Not yet

Gotten piercings: No

Had a broken heart: Left his high school sweetheart behind to go to the academy - she died during the attack on Ithaca.

Been in love: Yes

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: Yes, though only with specific people

A kisser: No

A smoker: No

Scared easily: Only of 4X

Jealous easily: If you push his buttons right

Trustworthy: Yes, very much so

Dominant: Eh…sometimes?

Submissive: Ditto

Single: No

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Wanted to kill someone: Regularly, and not always Tanno Vik!

Actually killed someone: Various Sith, Imperials, other enemies, etc. Apart from blowing up the Imperial Intelligence agent who betrayed his family, he doesn’t really enjoy it though (apart from particularly nasty Sith)

Ridden a beast: A tauntaun on Hoth

Have/had a job: Commander of Havoc Squad and (later) dad. In the Zakuul AU he is a major resistance figure.

Have any fears: Ayrs suffered from survivor’s guilt due to being away at the military academy on Corulag when his homeworld was attacked, particularly as he did not know Veresia survived until years later. Because of that, he had (and to a much lesser extent still has) a crippling fear of losing people he was close to, a fear of intimacy and a semi-death wish.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Younger brother Diomedes (dead) and two younger sisters (Veresia and Allyssia)

Parents: Montclair, a former Jedi Knight (dies on a mission for the Order when Ayrs is a teenager) and Valeria Martell (trooper who served with General Garza, dies during the attack on Ithaca)

Children: Three children with Elara

Pets: He eventually gets a large, annoying, dog that he names Fivex

And for Veresia

GENERAL

Name: Veresia Martell

Alias(es): Darth Occlus, The Dark Lady, Little Sith (Khem Val only)

Gender: Female

Age: ~23 when the game starts

Place of birth: Ithaca

Spoken languages: Basic

Sexual orientation: straight, mostly

Occupation: Member of the Dark Council, secret rebel plotting the complete destruction of the Sith Empire

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Dark brown

Hair color: Brown

Height: 5′7″

Scars: Psychological ones

FAVORITE

Color: Orange

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Entertainment: Harassing Khem Val, undermining Imperial authority, soap operas

Pastime: Shocking people with lightning, killing people with lightning, attempting the overthrow of a galactic power

Food: A nutritious salad

Drink: The tears of her enemies

Books: Any sort of text that might teach her about the Force and how to use it

HAVE THEY

Passed university: No - she was enslaved before going to university

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: No

Gotten pregnant: Not yet

Kissed a man: Yes

Kissed a woman: Yes

Gotten tattoos: No

Gotten piercings: Pierced ears

Had a broken heart: She has (understandably) never gotten over watching her home be destroyed and friends and family killed

Been in love: Yes, though she’s firmly in denial about it

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: Not any more

A kisser: Yes

A smoker: No

Scared easily: No

Jealous easily: Not really.

Trustworthy: Depends very much on who you are, and who she thinks you are/what she thinks your motivations are. If you’re someone she views as an enemy (or even just a potential obstacle)…in general I would say No.

Dominant: Yes

Submissive: No

Single: No, though it’s a bit complicated

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Wanted to kill someone: All the time. She’s kind of an angry person, and it doesn’t help that Khem is constantly egging her on.

Actually killed someone: Regularly, though she’s perfectly willing to find non-lethal means of dealing with people when circumstances call for it (in her mind)

Ridden a beast: I was tempted to make a joke here but let’s just go with no

Have/had a job: Member of the Dark Council, leader of her own cult and she moonlights as a source of intelligence for the Republic/Jedi. In the Zakuul AU, she is a major resistance figure

Have any fears: Her singleminded determination to make everyone she holds responsible for the losses in her life pay has left her afraid of not accomplishing that - she ignores/refuses chances to reclaim what’s left of her old life (i.e. she knows Ayrs is alive but chooses not to find him) or the possibility of a new life (i.e. refusing Quorian Dorjis’ offers to let her join the Jedi) because she can’t stand the thought of not getting her vengeance.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Dead younger sister (Allyssia), two brothers - Ayrs is alive/older, Diomedes was younger and died.

Parents: Montclair and Valeria (see above)

Children: Yes

Pets: She doesn’t have time for frivolities

[very-grownup]

Anime Superhero School: Callback Edition

CODENAME: Civilian Two POWER: This is Civilian Two, a dipshit who also needs to get rescued when a supervillain is feeling particularly ambitious, but not as often as Civilian One needs to get rescued WEAKNESS: This is Civilian Two, a dipshit who also needs to get rescued when a supervillain is feeling particularly ambitious STRENGTH: Less likely to get kidnapped than Civilian One because she doesn't try to dress like she's a superhero unlike SOME PEOPLE SHE COULD NAME (oh my GOD, Civilian One, get a clue)

CODENAME: Stupid Tyler POWER: Provides 60 seconds of distraction per villain on his entrance into a room as the villain has to pause their villainy in order to insult him WEAKNESS: If anyone ever cuts his stumpy little braid off, he will be powerless

CODENAME: Kinetic Kinoko REAL NAME: Kinoko Komori POWER: Hair functions as class 3-4 head armour if impacted hard enough WEAKNESS: Prone to anxiety attacks and fits of paranoia whenever she's in the same room as Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu the Battle Barber BACKSTORY: Moved to rural America from Japan at a very early age. Without cable television or internet, Kinoko spent much of her time riding her bicycle (and later, her dirt bike) and constructing obstacle courses and performing tricks and stunts to impress the rough boys and girls from nearby farms. One rainy day when she was stuck inside, flipping through the meager channels that the antenna was able to pick up on TV, she caught a few minutes of flickering footage of a true American hero. Her life forever changed, she swore she would one day become his disciple. The next day, she straddled her dirt bike and left home to find the mysterious “Super Dave” and become his student. Now back in Japan for high school, she vows to spread Dave-sensei's wisdom and ways to her fellow students.

CODENAME: Blade Face “POWER”: Face blades, very good kisser WEAKNESS: His face is as cuttable as a normal boy's TRAGIC DOWNFALL: Face blades FAVOURITE METAPHOR: Hedgehog’s dilemma

CODENAME: Satan's Bride POWER: Sick shredding, the constant attendance of low level demons protecting her from all who threaten her and also helping her with her homework WEAKNESS: Has never actually met Satan and is going to be so embarrassed when she does. BACKSTORY: The daughter of timetravelling hippies from the original Woodstock, she rebelled against them when she hit puberty, becoming a metalhead and vowing to never travel in time except forward, in the usual way. Her sick shredding in a YouTube cover of a Slayer song went viral all the way to hell, earning her the attentions of several generals of hell. The sweet horns are a recent development and gift from her fans below.

CODENAME: The Screaming Void REAL NAME: Rien Blanc POWER: With discipline, he can usually “empty” his mind so that a cute kitten or simple white space appears, however stress, anger, arousal, and hunger can all cause a variety of BAD SPOOKS to appear instead, which drive villains who see it to madness WEAKNESS: He's sixteen, you don't want to know what's up there when he's horny but it's not nearly as effective in a fight BACKSTORY: A young French manga artist who gained fame early in his career for his suspense/horror re-imagining of “Much Ado about Nothing”. In seeking ever more twisted inspiration for the sequel, Rien wandered into an "evil" bookstore (also known in the rest of the world as a used bookstore) and read some seriously bad shit that read him back. Now, the horrible things he imagines become visible above his shirt collar, and the book he left behind? THAT CONTAINS HIS REAL FACE NOW. BANNED LIMERICK THEME SONG: There was a young man born in France/Whose face matched the stripe on his pants/His power or ‘Quirk’/Allowed him to do work/By driving foes mad with a glance

[immabewriting]

Five Teachers Walk Into A Bar... -Chapter 8

A/N: Holy crap on a catapult!!! I updated again!!! Ah!!!! LOL anyway heres another update, as always read and review and let me know what you think! And for those of you wondering when we’ll see Henry and Penelope again don’t worry, they’ll come next chapter! ;) Anyway heres the next chap!!

Mahira sighed as she cataloged the findings into the computer. It was a slow day, she had finished her analysis of the findings, ate lunch, cleaned a storage closet that was slightly dusty, and now she was cataloging everything. And it was only 1:30! She groaned and slumped in her chair. What else was she going to do? She was here till 4 and there was nothing left to do!

“Bored?” a voice asked her. She turned to see Dr. Cho standing behind her smiling.

“A little sorry,” she apologizes. He laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t worry I like my job and I still get bored sometimes.” He pulls out a chair and sits next to her, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it Dr. Cho?” she asks sitting up.

“I told you, call me John. Dr. Cho is what my students call me.”

“Right sorry! What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were interested in a project I’ve been working on.” He tells her.

“What is it about?”

“Well, the department wants to do a sort of cultural exchange thing especially considering what’s going on in the world today. And I thought well we already have a cultural festival every year so why not do something different right? And I thought maybe if we all brought a stranger or someone we didn’t know as well into our lives and showed them our cultures and kind of broadened their horizons it would be a cool, academic way of getting to know one another.” He explains.

“That sounds really cool! It would be interesting not only for white people but people of other ethnicities to experience other cultures. I sort of feel we all are in our separate bubbles and need to sometimes expand our reach and our view.” She tells him.

“So, would you want to do help me with it?” he asks.

“Yea I’d love to! But um, what exactly do I have to do?” She questions.

“Oh right! Well first, you need to find a subject or someone to share this experience with. Next, I wanted to debut this whole project in September, when we usually hold our historic seminars with the museums and important people so this project will span a couple of months. But I think six months is a good enough time for immersive experience. What do you think?” he says.

“Six months sounds good, It’s kind of perfect because my sister is getting married and Ramadan is happening soon too.

“Perfect! Now all you need is someone to take to these things.” He says. “And I don’t count.” He adds.

Her smile fell. Crap, how was she supposed find someone so quickly? Sana couldn’t help because she was Indian and while they had different religions, they had been friends for years. She knew everything about Mahira’s life. She couldn’t ask anyone at work because she hated everyone at work and she was going to quit. Wait! The guy who always came to the bar! What was his name? Tom!

“Mahira? Did you hear what I said?” John asks snapping her back to reality.

“Huh?”

“I said I just want weekly reports/interviews about what you guys do. You can’t be just taking them to these things and not write anything down got it?”

“Oh! Yea of course! Um, would other teachers count?” she asks.

“I don’t see why not, you’re not a student.”

“Great! I think this project will be fun!” she gushes. They chatted about a few quick things like deadlines and reports before she headed over to the English department to find Mr. Hiddleston.

“Alright Andy take care, and don’t forget to indent your paragraphs please!” Tom called as the student rushed out of his office. He sighed and went back in to grade papers. It seemed all he did was grade papers and they weren’t even the good ones by his Classics students no he was grading the English 100 papers. The terribly written English 100 papers. Why were they so bad? Why didn’t these kids know how to spell? And why did Bridget feel the need to turn in everything a day late with the excuse of getting sick? He was a college student once, getting sick meant being drunk or hung over! And he still turned in his essays on time! There was a knock on his door interrupting him from his thoughts.

“Come in,” he murmurs. The door opens and—oh my god. It was her. Mahira was here. In his office! Was this a mistake? No, it couldn’t have been! Right? “Mahira?” he says befuddled.

“Hi, um is this a bad time?” she asks.

“No no! What is it?” he asks. She closes the door behind her and takes a seat. Taking the extra few seconds to figure out what to say to him.

“Um, so uh,” she stutters out. “So, Dr. Cho is doing this project and I wanted to know if you’d like to help?” she explains.

“What is it about?” he inquires. She explained the project in full detail as Dr. Cho—John—had told her. At the end of her spiel she looked at him and asked, “Would you be interested in being my partner for this?”

“It sounds amazing, I would love to be your partner. But, I thought you hated me.” He says.

“I don’t hate you! I just… I think you have some interesting qualities.” She said. That was a stretch.

“Interesting qualities?”

“You’re a serial womanizer who hits on women half your age and doesn’t stop talking.” She confesses.

“Serial womanizer?!” he exclaims.

“You hit on a different girl every week with the same ‘Ooh look at me I’m a suave British man! I’m so interesting!’ when really all you do is talk with your hands to make it seem like you’re interesting.” She retorts.

“Do you have something against British men?” he asked confused.

“Your people took over half the world and then left it in shambles when we rebelled against you, I have a bit of resentment.” She quips.

“Okay so you do hate me.” He states.

“No no! I—“ she sighs. “I don’t hate you, I just haven’t gotten to know you that well. And that’s what this project is about isn’t it?” she responds.  

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” He replies. He smiles at her, “Okay, I’ll do the project with you.”

“Really?” she says amazed that even after that attack on his character he’d still want to work with her for six months.

“Yea, it sounds really cool and I’d love to learn how to belly dance.” He adds jokingly. Oh god, he was doing so well up until now.

“We don’t belly dance. That’s Morocco.” She says.

“Oh right sorry.” Goddammit Tom.

“Um, its fine I’ll come back tomorrow for our first interview and then we can talk after that. Sound good?” she asks. He nods and she stands up. “Well see you tomorrow Tom.”

“See you tomorrow Mahira.” He says. “Oh and Mahira?”  

She turns around and looks at him, “Yes?”

“Don’t fall in love with me.” He replies cheekily with a grin. She rolls her eyes and mutters, “Bewakoof.” Under her breath and leaves. Tom sits back in his chair and sighs. He was going to be spending six months with her. God, it was going to be a trip.

Nancy looked at Chris from her spot across the table where he was reading book reports at her home. She was editing a draft or trying to when he asked her, “So, what is this?”

“What’s what?” she asked back.

“You know this,” he says gesturing to them both. “What are we?”

“Well I’m pretty sure we’re human unless you have something you want to tell me.” She jokes. He laughs, “No no I mean our relationship.”

She paused and looked at him, “Oh that.”

“Yea.”

“Yea,” she agreed. She closed her laptop, editing would have to wait. “Well um, we’ve been going out a lot these past few weeks.” She replies. 10 dates to be exact according to her calendar, every free lunch, every free after school afternoon, they spent together it was kind of insane how in such little time they had been together for ten dates. 10 dates! In 10 dates she learned about his family—two sisters and a brother—he learned about hers—no siblings, just her mom, Kaylee who they kind of adopted after she came out as bisexual and little May—she found out they both liked Disney movies, he found out she liked to plan out everything and making lists, planning out her weekly schedule, she even taught him to meal prep and he was forever thankful for that. She also found out he was a great kisser.

She had kissed men before mind you and they were all great. But either it had been a long time or Chris was some kind of god of kissing in another life because holy crap he was a good kisser. The way he leaned in and paused just before kissing her, as if he was planning out how he was going tease and torment her with the way he’d kiss her. And it wasn’t just his lips that tormented; oh no no it was the way his hands travelled her body, exploring every inch of her skin. His beard rough against her neck but it was rough and wonderful and she wondered what his beard would feel like against more sensitive parts of her body and then she had to bring her thoughts back because oh god she was thinking about him doing very dirty things to her and he was staring at her wondering what this relationship meant to them both and great she was probably drooling. Dammit.

“I’m sorry you were saying something?” she says coming back to reality.

“Um, well I was just saying that I really like you.” He answers.

“I really like you too.” She responds.

“I was um thinking that maybe I could um call you my—“

“Wait!” she interrupts. He looks at her, dammit Chris moving too fast.

“S-Sorry sorry I just, I thought this was going somewhere and I wanted to be sure.” He apologizes.

“What? No Chris I…” she sighs and gets up and walks over closer to him, sits in his lap. “I really like you too.”

“Then what is it? What’s stopping you?”

“…You’re May’s teacher.” She whispers.

“What?”

“You’re May’s teacher! I mean some of the moms know and they haven’t been mean but I’m scared if more of them know and they find out and they might make May’s life miserable and I just don’t want that for her.” She confesses. He looks at her for a moment and then bursts out laughing. “What’s so funny?!” she asks confused and slightly frustrated.

“The moms are stopping you? Nancy this is kindergarten.” He says.

“It’s more political than you think! PTA moms are scary.” She retorts.

“If the school doesn’t have a problem with it, the moms shouldn’t. Nance I really like you. I like your lists, and your meal preps and how you talk about books and movies.” He says. She smiles a little and he continues, “I like how wonderful of a mother you are to May. I like your laugh; I like the way you gasp when I kiss that spot on your neck.” She blushes and scrunches her nose. He laughs, “I like how you scrunch your nose when you’re nervous or embarrassed. I like you a lot. And I really can’t wait to see where this goes.” He finishes. She smiles and kisses his cheek. “I can’t wait to see either… Boyfriend.” She replies. He grins, “Oh so I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes. And I guess I’m your girlfriend.”

“Mmm, maybe.” He says. She makes a face and he laughs, “Of course you’re my girlfriend! I’m the one who brought up the conversation didn’t I?”

She giggles and kisses him. And they kissed again, and again, and again…

A/N: What did you think??? Let me know!!

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[whoinwhoville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Crack, Maddam Doo Pompadoor, she who must not be named - Freeform, but not a character, Referenced - Freeform, and not in a good way, bad kissing technique, good kissing technique, Bananas, bananas are gooooooood, Humor Summary: Rose freezes his banana grove. And that's not a double entendre.

Notes: I’m cleaning out my drafts folder. I think this was a @timepetalsprompts​ a while back. “Frozen”? “Freezing”? “Ice”?

Brrrrr

Rose hears a string of angry words that the TARDIS isn't translating. His footfall is getting closer and closer until finally, he appears in the doorway to her bedroom.

His chest is heaving.

His glasses are fogged up.

His nose and fingers are red.

His blue shirt is covered with -- snow?

“What happened to you?”

He glares for a long while before he speaks.

“They’re frozen. ALL of them. Frostbitten. No not Frostbitten. That's not right. That arboretum is colder than the surface of Hoth!"

“I don't understand."

“The bananas, Rose. My beautiful bananas. It's like Woman Wept in there!"

"Don't cry, Doctor. Don't cry."

"I'm. Not. Crying. That is my frost-frozen hair melting."

He starts seething, sucking and then pushing the air back out through his clenched teeth.

Rose winces. This is never a good sign.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Rose Tyler.” He directs his long, slender finger in her direction. “You have hated that banana grove since the day I finished planting it. You know what I think? I think you turned on the air conditioning. To twelve. And that means ZERO KELVIN!"

"So I take that's really cold then?" She cringes.

"Oh yes. And furthermore, the climate cycle was set to tropical monsoon season! It's like walking through a slushy in there for the frozen fog! I-- I-- touched a tree trunk and the whole thing collapsed. Right in front of my feet! Shattered into billions of shards of ice!"

"Ha," she barked. "Sorta like those banana snow cones we got last week, then?”

"Snow cone? No. This. Is. A. Tragedy."

Rose lays a gentle hand on his arm. "Now calm down. You're gonna have a hearts attack. I may... strongly dislike that banana grove, but you gotta know that I'd never do anything to kill your bananas."

"Somehow I think that "strongly dislike" is a nice way of saying hate."

“I don't hate it. But it’s a bloody shrine to Versailles! You drink your banana daiquiris in the French statue garden. And instead of shrubs and bushes trimmed like little elephants you have banana trees shaped like... Like... More bananas! And you're always going on about bananas at parties! It's bananas this. Bananas that. Potassium, Rose! Bananas are goooooood,"she mimics his black leather voice while crossing her arms.

"Bananas are good! They are veryveryveryvery good. And furthermore, my banana grove isn't modeled after the gardens at Versailles. I have cultivated it in the Villengardian style."

"Looks like Versailles to me," she mutters. "You are obsessed with bananas. Freud would have something to say 'bout that."

They stare at each other stuck at an impasse.

"You used to love bananas. You gladly accepted any banana I had to offer," the Doctor says sadly.

"That was before you went and gave your brilliant banana daiquiri to her, not me." She turned her back on him and harrumphed.

"You're jealous of me sharing my banana daiquiris with the French Court?"

"YES!"

"That was our special thing, Doctor! We always had banana daiquiris by the pool after a hard day. And you go and share with them with-- with-- her! While I was strapped to a table ready to be carved up and bar-b-cued by walking clocks!"

A slow smile grows on his face. "You don't want to share me or my bananas." The Doctor makes a small, self-satisfied sound.

"Yeah. That and the snogging."

"You're jealous of both the banana daiquiris and the snogging?"

"Of course I am!"

"I wouldn't be. I’ll have you know, that woman was very strong. Felt like a Dalek was sucking off my face. But that's beside the point. My bananas have been flash frozen. And all of those lovely yellow skins. Brown." He pouts.

“Don't change the subject. Must have liked something about her face-sucking. I saw the whole thing from the other side of that time window. You looked like you'd just eaten the best banana of your life.”

“History, Rose! How many times have I told you? You have to immerse yourself! Kiss a stranger in Paris! But, her technique was terrible. And when I say terrible, I mean really, really awful."

“And did she taste of banana daiquiris?"

"I seem to remember you doing a bit of snogging, Rose Tyler. Remember that pretty boy you kissed on Reinodan? Crown Prince Ell-Inder?”

She sighed happily. “Yeah. He was a bit pretty wasn’t he? Really great kisser. Gorgeous lips.” She faced him directly. “He said that I tasted like ripe, juicy peaches. And now you are changing the subject."

"Peaches are clearly an inferior fruit," he says, ignoring her. "Just look at them wrong and they bruise. Can't put them in a pocket for a party. Now don't get me wrong, Rose. I'm not saying that you are inferior. In fact, I would say that you are the perfect banana in the fruit basket of humanity."

"But when a peach is perfectly ripe, nothing is quite as tempting."

"You kissed the prince."

"And you kissed the king's Little Bit on the Side. I'll take the prince, ta. I was saving your sorry bum, kissing him."

"And a brilliant job you did. While you were skillfully distracting the prince so that the rebels could escape the palace, I observed your technique. Strictly for science, of course. Perfect balance of pressure and release, tender nibbling and roughness, not to mention you neither hoovered nor tongue-tied him.”

Rose gulps.

"You saved my life with one brilliant snog.”

Rose’s cheeks redden.

“Bananas. Great source of potassium, yeah?” She laughs nervously.

"So we are back to the reason I was looking for you in the first place. Bananas."

"Right. Doctor, I'm sorry about the grove. I really didn't mean any harm. I was only trying to play a joke on you. Thought it'd be funny to see you get caught in a cold snap."

“You know, I got those banana tree cuttings in Kyoto."

“Kyoto?” She fiddles with her earring.

His grin is now wicked. "I assume you remember Kyoto. We had banana daiquiris there, too."

[meganwinchester1999]

Can’t Breathe (Rewrite)

Pairing: Junior!Cas x Senior!Dean (Main Ship), Senior!Gabe x Junior!Sam (Secondary ship)

Characters: Castiel Novak, Gabriel Novak, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Raphael, Jimmy Novak (mentioned), Chuck (mentioned), Ellen Harvelle (Mentioned)

Word Count: 1,317

Warnings: None really just a lot of fluff and I don’t know if an asthma attack is one but I will put it just in case

A/N: This is a rewrite of a Destiel High School AU request I wrote a while ago and I thought I should rewrite it since I’ve come a long way in terms of my writing and that is what I’ve done and I’ve also added a title too. This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are mine and tags are at the bottom.

Junior Castiel Novak had a massive crush and yeah he knew it was a pretty big crush and it was someone who Cas knew he could never have; the most popular and most handsome senior in their school, Dean Winchester.

Cas had seen him a lot since his older brother, Gabriel, who was also in Dean’s year, was going out with Dean’s younger brother, Sam. He had no idea how Gabe, what he liked to be called, had managed to pull that off since he knew Gabe was someone who was a trickster and rebel and the teachers hated him but Sam was someone who the teachers loved however he was happy for them both.

He knew for a fact that Dean liked girls as he was known for being a “ladies man” who took girls into the janitor’s cupboard. Even after all he heard about Dean he still had a crush on him and if Dean did like boys who would want to go out with him? Cas was considered the freak in his school since he had dark blue hair and loads of piercings so people would think he was a rebel like Gabe but no he was also a geek so he knew Dean wouldn’t go for him.

Jimmy, his twin brother who had dropped out of school due to the fact their father Charles well Chuck as he is well known had let Jimmy join the family business of writing, and Gabe told him to go for it but Cas couldn’t face the rejection and humiliation but that all came crashing down in a big and very public way.

Cas had just come out of the cafeteria after lunch to go back to class when he wasn’t watching where he was going and bumped into Dean hard in the chest and fell back onto the hard, cold floor.

“Shit, Cas are you alright” Dean quickly knelt down beside him and squeezed him a tiny bit too tight, actually looking really concerned and worried which surprised Cas a bit.

‘Why did it have to be him out of all people’ Cas thought as he tried to stand up but he suddenly felt the all too familiar tightness in his chest.

“Yeah I I think so.” Cas lied to him before he felt his chest get even tighter and he fell back on to the floor, clutching his chest and struggling to breathe.

“Come on, Dean leave the freak. He will just be faking it as he has a crush on you and everyone knows it.” Cas heard one of Dean’s friends say before he heard him laugh and that made Cas’ heart drop and even-though he was struggling to breath he looked at Dean, worry all over his face. He also knew everyone in the corridor was staring at them.

“Fuck off, Raphael can’t you see he is having an asthma attack?” Dean shouted back before turning back to face Cas.

“Fuck… have you got your inhaler, Cas?” Dean frantically stuttered while he looked through Cas’ bag.

“No… Gabe Gabe has it” Cas struggled to say.

He saw Dean stop looking through his bag.“Well I don’t know where Gabe is, probably with Sammy and we don’t have time for that so I need to get you to the nurse NOW!!” Dean quickly replied back before picking Cas and his bag up and running to the nurse, holding on to Cas tight and ignoring the weird looks from his so called friends.

About five minutes later, both Cas and Dean were in the Nurse Harvelle’s office and she had given Cas a spare inhaler which he was still using and decided to give them both some space to talk and that’s when Dean finally decided to talk.

“Cas I’m so so sorry for bumping into you and causing an asthma attack and I apologise for fucking Raphael. He is a jerk” Dean looked down.

“Hey it’s fine. You can go back to them now if you want as they are right I’m a freak but is it true? Do you know I have a crush on you?” Cas lifted Dean’s head up and looked into his beautiful bright green eyes.

“You are definitely not a freak, Cassie” Dean rubbed the back of his neck and he bit his lip while nodding his head. “Yeah I knew you had a crush on me.” He mumbled.

Cas froze and started to get worried and scared that Dean was going to bully him over it like everyone else did. That caused him to start breathing heavily.

“You are not having another asthma attack, you are” Dean started to get really worried again as he didn’t want Cas to have another asthma attack as he cared about Cas so much and he wished he had told Cas earlier that he had a crush on him. He had since the moment he met him but he thought Cas didn’t feel the same until Raphael told him about it but he didn’t believe him until now.

“No I.. I..” Cas gulped loudly as he tried to control his breathing but just in case he took a puff of his inhaler before putting in down on the table. “I suppose you are going to bully me about the crush on you as I know you don’t feel the same.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Why would I do that, Cas?” He smiled and reached down to touch Cas’ hand which sent shivers down Cas’ spine. “When Raphael told me about the crush I didn’t believe him at first but now I do and well I’ve had a crush on you.”

Cas’ jaw dropped as he heard Dean say he also had a crush on him. “But But why me as I’m a freak” Cas stumbled over his words. He thought he passed out after that asthma attack and he was dreaming but he knew he wasn’t.

Dean sighed and shook his head. “Like I said you are not a freak and ignore those jerks like Raphael out there as they don’t know you like I do.” Dean leant in and looked at Cas. “You alright with this?”

Cas quickly nodded his head and closed the gap between them both and pulled him into a deep kiss and Dean returned it. ‘Damn he is a good kisser.’ They both thought to themselves.

They continued to kiss each other and started to touch each other. What they didn’t hear was the door open until they heard a familiar voice.

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT, CAS” Gabe laughed while clapping.

Cas and Dean quickly pulled apart and turned around to see both Gabe and Sam at the door, smiling and walking up to them.

“I heard what happened and only came to give you this” Gabe passed Cas his inhaler which Cas grabbed and put in his bag. “and I see you have things all sorted out.” He smirked as he put his arm around Sam.

Cas looked at Dean then back at Gabe and Sam while blushing a very deep red. “Yeah I think I do”

Sam jumped into the conversation. “I can’t fucking believe it took you bumping into Cas and making him have an asthma attack for you to finally admit your feelings.” He looked over at Dean and shook his head while chuckling.

“Hey you know me, Sammy… I’m a romantic.” Dean laughed while getting off the table and looked at Cas with a massive smile on his face.

“Right then now we are all sorted…let’s get out of here!” Gabe shouted and after Cas grabbed his bag and stood up, they all went out of the nurse’s office Gabe holding Sam’s hand and Dean holding Cas’ hand and Dean didn’t care what looks he got as he had finally got the person he had always wanted from the beginning.

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El Presidenté is back and is trying his best to stay in power. We have spent the last week in the Caribbean world of Tropico 6, trying our best not to get impeached, overthrown, or assassinated. Was the game worthy of our time, or should we have just resigned and ran off into exile?

Read our review to find out

The Tropico series has been around since 2001 and gameplay has generally had the same goal since day one: Become the President of your own island country and stay in power, by any and all means necessary. The general means of achieving this goal really hasn’t changed much in 18 years, but the tools available to an aspiring dictator have expanded and evolved into what Tropico 6 has in El Presidenté’s toolbox.

The Stories of Greatness

There are many stories within Tropico 6, and there are 15 missions that tell each one. We strongly suggest new players go through the five chapters of tutorials available before jumping into these story missions, as these tutorials will guide you in all of your future dictatorship endeavors. The amount of tasks and things to do can be overwhelming at times, but if you stay on task, you should be very successful. Each of the stories are told by Penultimo, your ever loyal servant who you will rescue from a deserted island on your very first mission. This guy is the right hand-man every great dictator needs, as he is the ultimate brown noser and butt kisser, and will flatter you with praise every chance he gets. He’s a likable guy that will also take a bullet for you if needed, and you never know when that might be needed, depending on your diplomacy skills.

Each mission is set on a different island chain, each with their own set of goals and unique challenges. Each mission has a main goal which will require you achieve certain tasks, declare independence, and move through different eras. The eras are Colonial, World Wars, Cold War, and Modern Times, and when passing into new eras, new items and gameplay mechanics become available to you. The stories are entertaining, and depending on what difficulty you select to play on, they can be pretty challenging to complete. As you complete missions, new missions become available to play which encompass different island chains or archipelagos, some a little scarier than others. Island design is pretty cool and if you spend enough time looking around, you may just stumble across some interesting finds.

From Small Beginnings Comes Greatness

Most missions start out with nothing more than your mansion and limited buildings in the immediate area. To really make a great country, the game requires some decent planning. Roads must be built to connect places like sugar plantations and rum distilleries, and you’ll need trucks to move that sugar so you’ll have to build a teamsters port or building in order to provide transport. Same goes for ranches and tanneries, and a whole slew of other things. The game can really be overwhelming at times and requires a keen eye to detail in order to keep everything running smoothly, and that’s just the productions aspect of things.

Politics is an entirely different animal. You can be extremely rich in resources, but have the hatred of the people against you. How does one become a truly benevolent dictator to appease the rebels, while creating enough wealth to keep the capitalists happy. You can try socialism, but that leads to communism, and that leads to death and destruction. You can try pure capitalism, and that alone can lead to death and destruction. Your best bet is to try and balance them together, but even then that can lead to death and destruction if the scales become too imbalanced. It’s a tricky conundrum that folks have been struggling with since we started out on this rock, so good luck with that.

Jump in the Sandbox for Endless Fun

If all you want to do is go build your own great society, sandbox play is available from the get go, which allows you to create a set-up how ever you want to play. You can have unlimited funds or start out almost broke, pick any island or archipelago you want, have pissed off neighbors or have them all singing kumbaya. The choices are up to you and there are a bunch of things to choose from. You can create a scenario and then share it with others, as well, by sharing the unique ID that is generated for it. You can start out in any era you want, so no need to work through oldentimes if you don’t want to. Jump right to the Modern era and gain access to things like a space program complete with a space shuttle, or if you fear the people, an advanced spying apparatus if you are looking to create a scary police state. You will create more rebels that way, but what’s the fun in having everyone happy?

Multiplayer Mode

In multiplayer, the set-up is similar to sandbox mode in that you can set things however you wish, with and endgame challenge of your choosing, or just open play as long as you can survive. You can play with up to three other folks with you, either on teams or every gamer for themselves. Every map is available from the start, as is every option you’ll find in the main story mode, so this mode can be just as overwhelming as the rest. The game requires practice and some memorization to be able to use the menu wheel quicker and more efficiently, and if your online opponent is attacking your palace, trying to reinforce your defenses in a rapid fashion becomes paramount to surviving the onslaught.

Your online opponent isn’t your only adversary in the game when playing in multiplayer. If and when you declare independence from the Crown, you’ll have to either bribe their representative or be forced to go to war. We ran into a small issue with that. We had built up a pretty good area on our island but hadn’t built up any guard towers or army bases. We were expecting the local militia to repel any attacks by the Crown. Instead, the Crown soldiers ran unabated through the countryside, destroying ranches, plantations, and anything else we had built. We had plenty of construction companies spread out across the island so rebuilding these destroyed places went pretty quick, but the crown kept attacking.

We were stuck in an endless war for 30 minutes that consisted of Crown soldiers destroying places in a bit of a circle, with our builders coming in behind them and repairing them. Our income was at a stalemate, and we had no funds available to build up any defenses at that point. In the end, all we could do is tell our builders to stop fixing stuff as we conceded what we though was a sure defeat. After the Crown soldiers had finally managed to take out about 50% of our holdings, they decided to quit fighting and we survived the war, ready to move on to the next era. It was rather mind boggling the way it played out, as the AI could have totally wiped us out, but instead just gave us a thrashing that required us to quit rebuilding in order for them to reduce us to a certain point. Had we known how that was going to play out, we would have ordered our staff to not rebuild right away and could have saved ourselves 30 minutes of our game time. Not sure if that was a bug or just a flaw in the AI mechanics.

Gorgeous Game

Tropico 6 is a gorgeous game when looking at it from on high and somewhat up close. The buildings had a surprising level of detail we weren’t expecting, all the way down to the statues of El Presidenté. The characters themselves weren’t all that detailed, but they were also really small and you never had to actually do much with them on an in-your-face level. The AI kept them always moving and always busy, even if they might just be goofing off on some leisure activity. The islands range from beautiful sandy beaches, to lush mountainous areas, and even includes some nasty volcanoes that can really ruin your day (and island).

Tropico 6 has taken the real-time strategy genre to a whole new level of micro-managing madness. Not only do you have to worry about running out of food, but you have to make and keep your allies happy, all the while keeping your local inhabitants pacified as well. Politics at this level takes a lot of work, a quick mind, at times a heavy hand, all with a dash of flair and elegance, and sometimes pirates.

  8

Tropico 6 review code provided by publisher and reviewed on a PS4 Pro. For more information on scoring, please read What our review scores really mean.

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