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im-like-if-a-girl · 4 years ago

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

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steve0discusses · 4 years ago

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S4 Ep40: Fixing Dartz By Not Actually Fixing Dartz

Yo Merry Christmas, I’m quarantined as hell, so I’m just streaming and playing video games until my problems get vaccinated away.

So lets just write about Yugioh because hell a lot didn’t go as planned this year (can you believe my 2020 goal for this blog was to finish ALL OF YUGIOH?) but although my goals were halved and quartered--With this blog I don’t freakin care anymore, and somehow...that’s how it’s one of the few creative bastions I have left standing.

Wild.

I’m so done with the internet, I’m not even updating twitter right now.

But hell yes, lets update the Yugioh blog.

So onward, with the last episode of this season. We last left off with Yami getting devoured by a hate tornado which is just...a lot of 2020 energy. This whole season, in a nutshell is just...2020 energy, honestly. And this tornado is just twitter. It’s just twitter incarnated.

Rather than try to save himself and consequently fix his ghost problem, Yugi has decided to keep himself haunted by fixing Pharaoh’s inner emotional problems. Really is something, isn’t it? To do low key therapy for the ghost that basically...put you in therapy? Yugi can help fix his problems but like...he’s still a mess of problems because of it. Now Yugi shouldn’t walk away, of course, that’s effed up, but it is a little irony there.

Pharaoh, of course, has decided to submit to the hate tornado, and sees it as a manifestation of his own anger and bad vibes.

Isn’t that’s the real problem we have when we have to confront the feelings we don’t want to confront? Where we tend to feel guilt and hate for being upset, which is just sort of a thing humans naturally tend to do--instead of actually working on controlling what you do with those feelings so that way we stop lashing out and setting everyone on fire in the burger restaurant?

Like Pharaoh should be learning to count to 10, not trying to just remove his anger. This has sort of been his problem for a while--he assumes he can just...delete his rage. That’s not a thing. You can’t do that unless you have very specific medication through a doctor, and that’s why he keeps failing at it.

And this goes back to S1 when he “fixed” Kaiba and like nothing really happened. Pharaoh’s decided to wipe himself and like...it’s up to your own interpretation but like...in my book that Pharaoh brand clean cycle does freakin nothing. It gets reversed like constantly.

(read more under the cut)

So Yugi decides to hit up Plan B, which is, honestly? Not a great message. But it’s the anime trope that we keep going back to because it’s the catch-all to make any anime protagonist into the good guy.

Like...

...

.......Yeah I’m gonna talk about it.

this is a trope that is so common it’s sort of ubiquitous with the genre. You gotta have the protagonist give up on their own strength, and be lifted up by their pals at the very last second--it’s like the anime hero’s journey.

But I really don’t like it. I don’t like the power of freindship. I’ll say it.

Because there’s some things you have to handle on your own. And I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have your main character show strength and show character development by doing things by themselves at the last minute. We already know that Pharaoh’s a good pal and believes in his friends--but like...does he believe in himself?

I can’t tell you if he does by how this episode goes, that’s for sure.

The whole point of this tornado is to see Yami discover his own strength and overcome his weaknesses...and yet he still relies on that good ol chestnut, friend powers.

Like last episode I feel like they did this already and it was way better--other people offered their help willingly, then Pharaoh got to have a big ol fight solo in the clouds to prove he was strong on his own as well. We finished the whole season last episode, so what are we accomplishing now other than a last minute secret boss fight?

Why would Yami doubt himself now? It’s weird. Yugi’s right to have mentioned “yo didn’t we figure this all out in desert hell???” because...we did. Yami is retreading old territory.

And that’s a thing that happens when you write, PS, when Yugi was saying “we already did this!” Yugi was reminding the writers of the show “we did this already. Like guys. We did this.” and sometimes when you’re writing, your characters will do that to you, and you should always be paying attention to cues like that.

Anyway, he vanquishes the hate tornado by thinking fondly of all of his buddies, and then the storm that should have been over the Atlantic Ocean, as according to the dub, parted in the sky above California.

GEOGRAPHY, the secret final boss of this season of Yugioh. And they failed. In a big way.

Yugi holds out his hands in real life, and pretends to hold a ghost that isn’t there. Now I want all of you to do this position IRL. Like that. OK. It looks like Yugi is holding onto a pair of ghost boobies.

Meanwhile, actual and very literal ghosts with very real bodies show up and start picking up Dartz and like...

...The ending of Dartz’ storyline is a TRIP! Lets just get into it!

This cursed dog. I can’t stand how this dog is drawn. I hate it so much that I actually love it, and if I saw this in a thrift store I would impulse buy it and hang it over my fireplace mantle in a golden gilded frame.

AHHH????

WHAT????

He electrocuted you with LIGHTNING! He killed your...everyone! He killed EVERYONE!

Also girl, how are you HERE? Like Physically??? I saw you die! TWICE!!

Yugioh is on SOMETHING with this one, and I think that “something” is called “we weren’t allowed to give you a PG-13 sad ending.”

This is just the freakin weirdest thing. We have a character who is worse than Darth Vadar, and this show has pulled so many dark things in it’s history, but it just...

...it can’t punish Dartz at all, and I don’t know what they were thinking.

They have been poetic before--Pegasus got his eyeball gruesomely ripped straight out of his face, nearly got murdered by Bakura, and was not able to resurrect his wife. Noah hella died, had to give up his plan to rule the world and be a real boy, and had to murder his own Dad even, the moment he finally made a bond with his brothers. Marik had to lose all control of his body, live helplessly inside Tea’s bod for an entire season and accept the fact that he murdered his Dad and now has to live on without any of the magic that ever made him powerful in a broken world and a broken family he will never understand.

Dartz though?

If he does get some sort of poetic retribution, it will be off-screen because we don’t have time for it.

And that’s kind of a bummer because this is usually something Yugioh is kinda good at! I enjoy when this show goes dark, this is a great opportunity to do it...and they didn’t.

It was just the wettest fart Yugioh has ever played on me.

Just the wettest. Nice knowing you, Dartz. Glad you were here to murder everyone on Earth and then totes get away with it because we’ll just pretend like the Orichalcos was a totally different person--although it’s not. Because Yami JUST told us that it doesn’t work that way. Yami JUST told us that the Orichalcos was using his own pain and his own hate against him.

It’s not a separate person, it’s the same!

And to suggest that Yami vanquishing that hate tornado somehow cured Dartz of all his sins, is some upper level Jesus stuff that I don’t think this show would normally want to tread on. Straight up. Yami is a pretty poor stand in for Jesus Christ, and I feel I can straight up say that because it’s Christmas.

...what HAPPENED in the writing room with this one? Did they just run out of episodes? There are less episodes this seasons than other seasons have been.

Was it edited for the English version? Because I...kind of doubt they could edit that much to make it that drastically different.

I’m just boggled. Like usually I’m of the opinion to let the writers do whatever they do because I do not know what was going on behind the scenes, and I’m still of the opinion that they did the best of what they could do with the resources they were given.

BUT, this episode just feels...hella sus. I feel like they just had to make an ending. Any ending. Get an ending on there and finish the season before the power goes out and then run away with whatever paycheck you get (because in entertainment--you might not get one).

Seto and Joey made it completely back to the KaibaCopter before Tea was like “I mean it’s been 15 minutes, guys, you really didn’t hear him behind you? You really lost his tiny pitter patter of his little shoes? The little shoes that make a little tinkly noise like a kitty cat’s collar? A little kitty cat collar that he also wears around his neck? His neck that has a golden pyramid held by a tow chain that makes a little clanky clank when it hits his two belts covered in metal rivets that makes a little singsong clippity cloppity noise every time he so much as breathes? He’s a walking talking Bell of Notre Dame, you lost him?”

and Seto was like “Oh damn it, I know he’s the same size as Mokuba, and so I should be really good at not losing this kid but also have you noticed how many times I’ve lost Mokuba???”

Joey just looked into the distant tomb hut and said “......You’re kidding me.” and decided to immediately run back because Joey Wheeler knows what’s up.

Had Joey Wheeler actually made it back to Atlantis, he would have seen Dartz and his entire family hugging it out and would have immediately socked the guy straight in the dick and it would have been a great way to finally give Dartz just one single consequence for murdering everyone on Earth but you know, I did not write this episode.

I’m really glad that in the same episode that Yami called upon the powers of friendship, his friends hella ditched him to vanquish in a watery grave.

This is wild!

Seto’s words were “Good riddance” as the island went down, and you could not tell if he was talking about the island or about Yugi.

That and Kaiba Really Hates Islands. LOVES watching an island go up in smoke (or underwater, in this case). Loves nothing more.

Seto, your powers of friendship were just used to save the world.

Apparently the standard for friendship power is...not much. But they did just make Yami, of all people, do a literal Jesus in Gethsemane so...the bar for morality is just not very high in this anime.

Did the Great Leviathan stitch Weevil Underwood’s body back together or something? This is...

...Yo Weevil are you immortal now? Are you the big bad in S5 that comes out of nowhere and kick’s Bakura’s ass back to the Shadow Realm like Marik in S2? Because I’ll accept that.

I won’t like it, but I’ll accept that.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

look at those toddler shoes worn by a full adult! Weevil Underwood is so over-designed for a super low-level miniboss and I low key love that they love Weevil Underwood this freakin much.

Of all people, Weevil Freakin Underwood.

Listen, listen, listen.

If Mikey was still alive, he’d be older.

He’d have been older in that Leviathan tummy, he’d be Alister’s age but he’s not. He’s uh...

Yo show that got real dark. Show this is what you should have done to Dartz. I love this sort of dark ending for a rude asshole who is going to try to put his family back together although it’s completely impossible--this would have been a good Dartz ending. But...whatever. It’s fine.

We’ll...let Dartz have his family back, it’s fine.

Meanwhile, in the first actual picture of California that really feels like California, Valon immediately accepts the fact that Mai left him.

This is also a great dark ending for Valon. To accept that the people in your life have moved on and that you, too, must move on, even if it’s alone. This would have been an excellent ending for Dartz.

And then Mai just bounces. She does not seek out Joey Wheeler, because she’s like “I have to fix some stuff, I have some serious problems, and it’s going to take a really long time before I can get over my toxic past.” and just freakin leaves us. Sorry, anyone who was hoping Joey and Mai would smooch at any point, it’s uh...it’s not legal yet.

And TBH I don’t even know if Valon is legal either, and the show decided to not reveal that to us, or allow them to smooch.

And as for Raphael? Uh...

They didn’t bother, I think. I didn’t cap it, at least. But we did get at least one person washed up on a beach.

It would be Kuribo.

I talk about 2020 energy a lot in this season but like...wild 2020 energy here, to be so freakin chill and can I say--delighted--to be stranded on an abandoned island.

The show does not elaborate any more on if the cards are dead or alive, or if the games we are playing are with actual people forced to play these horrible games for us. It’s best that they don’t tell us. Just like Mr Mime. No one wants to know.

Mr Mime as in the Pokemon Mr Mime, PS, I just realized that there is a mime in this universe and he’s just...I don’t really want to know about that guy, either. All mimes honestly, I don’t want to know anything at all about all mimes.

Luckily, for Yugi, Kaiba didn’t fly very far from this island, and so we don’t have to have some sort of weird season cliffhanger where we guess how long Yugi can live off of coconuts (2 hours. he would last 2 hours on this island)

Although it would be such a cliffhanger to wonder what Yugi’s hair would look like after that. the same, right? Like it’s the same amount of grease and nasty stuff? He’d just have his roots growing out?

And there they go--goodbye Dues Ex Machina Cards. Either the show can’t keep you on board because you’re hella broken, or the three dragon warriors died, or retired, or whatever it is when a card is like “I’m done with humanity, please leave me alone and never call me again.”

Did Seto low key just break up with his side piece just now? Tragic.

Remember that time that Yugi was so bouyant he was armpits out of the water in S2? It’s crazy how bouyant Yugi Muto is. Like if someone did one of those anime cross-sections of his anatomy, he needs like 3 or 4 duck shaped pool floaties in there.

Now, full disclosure, I have written the ending to this post 3 times because tumblr keeps deleting this post out of my drafts folder (I shouldn’t be writing this in my drafts folder, being real, it’s been really buggy lately, and I’m gonna have to make a different solution to this) So I’m just...

...gonna end on this note. This exciting note that Bakura is next. Finally, Bakura (JK of course, because apparently Bakura doesn’t show up for half the season. Bro told me this and offered that we should skip that filler and of course I told him that is not the point of this blog and we will be watching all of that gruesome filler piece by piece. Because for someone, out there--that filler is their favorite episode. I don’t know who you are--but get ready for filler.)

Now Yami could just...call up Bakura at any point at his house and make an appointment to end the world...but maybe S5 will go a different direction? We shall see.

Anyway, that’s it for this Season! Thanks all for sticking with us when I just...didn’t have an upload schedule for this entire year. It’s been a YEAR. But, I’m hoping for good things in the future, and that things will adjust back to a normal upload schedule and that...hopefully tumblr won’t die or something weird like that.

I’m gonna finish the Full Metal alchemist Live Action movie next (we’re like halfway through) and then after that--onward to to S5! See y’all there!

Stay safe!

(and here’s the link to read these in chrono order if you’re new here:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#ygo #yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #yugi muto #yami muto #joey wheeler #tea gardner #seto kaiba #tristan taylor #mokuba kaiba #alister #valon #Mai Valentine #Weevil underwood #Dartz #Rex Raptor #S4 #Ep40 #Yo I cannot believe these ruthless writers just let Dartz off the hook wowowow

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 262: A Fierce Bad Rabbit

Previously on BnHA: The hospital raid squad, which had two jobs consisting of (1) not letting Ujiko get away, and (2) not letting any of the Noumu break free to go ravage the countryside, impressively failed at both of these tasks (or so I assume) in a remarkably short amount of time. The EndeavorZawaMicLock squad were all occupied with having a very destructive fight in the hospital lobby, leaving my girl Miruko, Goddess of Courage and First of Her Name, to do pretty much all the heavy lifting, which, fine!! Except that Ujiko remembered that he had a bunch of High End Noumus just floating there waiting to be activated, and he was all “!!” and fucking activated them, and like five of them went after Miruko all at once and smashed her into a bunch of machinery and glass tubes, which frankly should have killed her but it didn’t because she’s a fucking boss. But now it’s just her (and Crust, who might do something too, but for now JURY’S STILL OUT) against all these guys while Ujiko speeds off to grab Tomura and abscond. So basically everything that could go wrong has already gone wrong so UH. OKAY.

Today on BnHA: Miruko kicks ass. Then she checks her watch and sees that there’s still time for her to kick more ass, so she does. Then there is still time, because this chapter is all about her kicking ass! So she kicks even more ass!! It’s great!! I have no complaints!! She decapitates a man with her thighs!! That’s a thing that really happens!! Also she loses an arm but WHO HASN’T LOST AND/OR BROKEN THEIR ARMS IN THIS SERIES, REALLY. Everyone is doing it. Somehow she manages to make it look cool because Miruko. Miruko can strangle a man with a cordless phone. She can kill two stones with one bird. Miruko makes onions cry. Death once had a near-Miruko experience. Mirukoooooooo. Anyway the chapter ends with Skeptic warning everyone at The Ol’ Villain Hotel that the heroes are coming, so basically WELCOME BACK, EVERYONE, this manga is back with a vengeance.

guys I’m gonna try to do this recap fast because I’m seeing Heroes Rising tonight at 7:30! and I’m so excited! and for those that asked, yes I do plan on doing some kind of write-up about it, though it’ll all be from memory after the fact so we’ll see how that goes. but !! I’ve waited 84 years for this ahhhhh but anyway so in the meantime let’s see what new and creative ways our heroes are finding to screw this up even more

(ETA: I did it but this thing isn’t edited for shit lol. after I get back I’ll give it a more thorough readthrough so sorry if I missed any really obvious errors! also there are probably way more exclamation points than usual which may or may not be a plus or minus.)

look at this helpful announcement

High End Noumu approaching, everyone. you have been warned. just in case you somehow failed to notice?? IT’S RIGHT THERE Y’ALL LOOK OUT

lmao FINALLY

MORE HEROES. YOU ALL CERTAINLY TOOK YOUR FUCKING TIME, but hey welcome to the party. and none of that “I don’t see how that’s a party” sassy shit either. you all know what I’m talking about so get out there and have fun

so they’re standing there all “it’s a talking Noumu!” and YEAH. that’s what I’ve been fucking trying to tell you. thank god someone finally fucking said it out loud so that hopefully the EZML squad can finally take notice of this as well. like guys. bigger fish?! get to frying!!

so now Crust is all “there are more of them ahead, Miruko’s in danger!” which, again, thanks for finally letting everyone else in on this formerly exclusive scoop there pal. ‘preciate it

I... really do not understand Crust’s quirk at all. I’m just gonna own up to it

what is this. what does “zuga” mean fx-wise. why did those scale things on his arms get so big. what are they made of. what’s happening

oh it turns out that if you scroll and read more instead of pausing for ages to ask dumb questions, the thing you were asking about might actually be explained in great detail in the very next panel

but what are they made out of though. and why “Crust”?? ah well I suppose that’s a question for someone who actually cares more than I do

by the way the quality of this scan is actually really good so far, I gotta say. we’re only two pages in, true, but they either cleaned this up really nicely, or this was a much higher-quality scan than usual. either way I am appreciative!

lol this poor Noumu is shook

what did I name you two weeks ago, again? Rusty?? anyways he’s doing his best you guys. gambare my dude, though actually you do need to die, so that’s too bad though

Crust is all “you pitiful living corpse!” with tears in his eyes because he’s dramatic! but jokes aside I do appreciate that he has compassion for these monsters who are all still basically innocent victims at the end of the day

does anyone else actually hear that funny-sounding anime narrator guy in your head nowadays when you read panels like this lol

I can hear the voice so clearly and it’s great

only ten times the strength of a normal human, guys. that’s actually not that bad. I’m only half joking lol. because obviously your average hero is going to be much stronger than a so-called “normal” person too, yes? and I’m pretty sure Miruko has the strength of like 30 humans but I may be overestimating her just slightly but am I though

oh lol I apparently did not learn my lesson about doing commentary before I’m done reading hahaha

so High Ends are on a different tier of their own above even the “high” tier. well that’s just. yeah that sounds more like the “we’re still fucked” update that I was expecting

oh wait, seriously??

are you telling me that all of the High Ends were actually cultivated from villains? so maybe not completely innocent, then? is this Horikoshi’s way of trying to make us feel marginally better about the fact that the heroes are shortly henceforth going to have to exterminate these guys with great prejudice? I mean they’re still basically slaves to Ujiko’s programming now though so that sucks

also I missed this earlier but the narration here basically just confirmed that Noumu are all made from corpses. which I kind of suspected, but the still-very-much-alive Tomura would then be a glaring contradiction to that, no? or is that why he’s so special. anyway I do appreciate that we’re getting a lot of much-awaited answers in this Noumu arc, but some of this is also just raising more questions. gotta be patient I guess

speaking of Tomura, Ujiko’s back in the Tomura room, so. I assume some absconding is soon to occur

oh shit!! so there’s another panel explaining that “artificial transplant of quirks” requires surgery and then three months of stabilization time following that. sooooo I’m pretty sure this mofo just confirmed that he gave Tomura some shiny additional new quirks, so that’s nice! that’s real fucking great! I know we were all eyeing Tomura skeptically and thinking to ourselves “this is almost just right, but needs more death”

wait, what?

“I was already dead anyway” meaning that he knows there’s no way out for him? and so he doesn’t have a secret way out of the lab?? ??? can that really be true?? our intrepid heroes actually did their job right and the villains had no contingency plan?? oh my god I am so terrified of letting my guard down lmao I still refuse to believe this at all

and is that Tomura who’s at 70% stabilization? that would seem to fit with the timeline we were given. holy shit is he unboxing him early fsdfkjalsdk are we about to go from “fucked” to “exorbitantly fucked”

and why am I strangely excited about it sob!!

HAHAHAHA OH GOD

so this is how liberty dies. with a beep

also fuck you all, now it’s at 71%?! couldn’t leave it at a nice even number for us, could you? you just had to throw that extra percent in there at the last moment to fuck with us all

anyway did you all catch how fucking ripped he was there though? like boiiii whaaaaat. clearly his abs are already at 100%

OH MY GOD

DOES NOTHING FUCKING FAZE THIS BEAUTIFUL, RULE-BREAKING MOTH

HAHAHA

RIGHT??

HOLY FUCKING MOLY

friendly reminder that Dabi was all good and ready to throw down with both Endeavor and Hawks (who were admittedly weakened by that point) that one time a while back, but then Miruko showed up and he was all “lol nope I think the fuck not” and warped out of there. Dabi, whose quirk is so powerful that its only apparent downside is the fact that it roasts him alive as well. that Dabi took one look at Miruko and decided he likes having his spine intact and fucking vamoosed, because that is the smart fucking thing to do when this girl shows up smiling at you the way that she is smiling at these Noumu now

anyway. fucking Ujiko knew he needed at least five High Ends to even stand a chance of slowing her down, is all I’m saying. y’all better respect the FUCK out of Miruko, everyone. it’s the law

anyway. so. quirk: bunny. can smash rl gud

someone needs to ask Horikoshi the fuck kind of rabbits he has been hanging out with. applied that “and more!” part pretty fucking liberally huh. WHO DID YOU SAY TRIX WERE FOR AGAIN, CHILDREN??

NOBODY THROWS MIRUKO IN THE BRIAR PATCH AND GETS AWAY WITH IT

fffwhatttttttttt

that would be our good buddy Max Rebo. so that’s definitely not an elephant trunk-like thing then. we may need a new name for you

on a side note, I never thought we’d meet another character who looks more like Katsuki than Mitsuki does, and yet every damn week Miruko is proving me wrong. goddamn she is great

lmao wait maybe that wasn’t Max at all, but Jester. because this is clearly Max over here

so Girl!Noumu is a water bender, Jester can do... something weird with his hair, and Max can do anything an elephant can do if that elephant was also powered by steam. nice

HAHAHA BUT MIRUKO IS ALL “KICK!!!”

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK!!!

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT. I WOULD READ AN ENTIRE MANGA OF JUST THIS LMAO THIS IS TOO MUCH ADRENALINE I CAN’T

JESTER’S WEIRD SPIKY ROCK HAIR IS SLICING HER ARM AND SHE’S ALL “THAT HURTS YOU JERK!!!!” AND GETTING READY TO FREAKING PILEDRIVE HIM I CAN’T, THOUGH!?

SDKFJLDKSJFLKJ

HER FATHER PEPPY TAUGHT HER THAT. BARREL ROLL ALL OVER THESE BITCHES!!

WHAT THE FUCK

FUCKING QUIRKS!!!! THOUGH!!!! WILLLLLLLLLD

SDKFJLAS;DHK OH MY GOD OH SHIT

real talk this is the scariest fucking quirk I’ve ever seen I was like what the fuck looking at her arm and then I saw him doing the twisty hand gesture and just. fuck. YOU’RE NOT CRIMSON RIOT AT ALL YOU’RE SOME PSYCHO TELEKINETIC BITCH AND I FUCKING HATE YOU!!

NO!!!!!

fuck fuck fuck. I’M SURE HER ARM’S GOING TO BE JUST FINE AND DANDY AFTER THIS GUYS, DON’T WORRY. THIS MANGA HAS SUCH A SERENE AND TRANQUIL HISTORY WITH ARMS. ISN’T THAT RIGHT DEKU

though on the plus side, if she does lose that arm we can count on her to somehow instantly become like 50x more attractive, which I’m pretty sure might cause the very fabric of the universe to unravel but it would be worth it

(ETA: SHE DID AND IT WAS!!)

MADAME PRESIDENT!! MY QUEEN

OH HELL YERRRRRR

fucking hell guys I’m running out of exclamation points and excited things to say here. AND SHE JUST KEEPS GOING! LIKE HER MOM THE ENERGIZER BUNNY BEFORE HER

I’M SORRY UJIKO DID YOU THINK FIVE HIGH ENDS WAS ENOUGH?! MAYBE NEXT TIME WE MAKE IT TEN, HOW ABOUT THAT. FUCK OFF

lmao holy shit I can’t stop laughingggg

well Crimson, at least you get to die happy. is she literally going to crush his face between her thighs. is this entire chapter just one big prank on me. if Miruko was the protagonist would this series have ended in the first chapter. trick question, the answer is it never would have started to begin with because she would have killed All for One years ago!! how much would it cost to hire Miruko to come kick away all of my problems for me

hello good afternoon everyone this is a real panel that really happened in this manga

I don’t even know what to say about anything anymore

sob she’s all “YEAH RIGHT” and SNAPPING HIS FUCKING NECK WITH A FUCKING TRIANGLE CHOKE, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, FUCKING LOOK!! AT!! THIS!!!

we’re not even gonna make it to 300 chapters. Horikoshi held off for as long as he could, but eventually Miruko couldn’t be contained any longer and he had to unleash her and she instantly went and reckt every last fucking bad guy out there until there was nothing left. who are the kids even going to fight. nobody that’s who. go back to school kids

SON OF A BITCH WHAT IS HAPPENING

THIS IS THE MOST VIOLENT THING I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN AND YET SOMEHOW I SWEAR I CAN HEAR ANGELS SINGING. RESPLENDENT

SOBBING!!!!

“S’POSE I SHOULD GET THIS ANNOYING THING CHECKED OUT BEFORE I BLEED TO DEATH OR SOME BULLSHIT.” WHAT AN INCONVENIENCE. JUST A FUCKING FLESH WOUND. NOBODY USES ARMS THESE DAYS ANYWAY

“IF THE ONLY WAY TO STOP YOU IS BY CRUSHING YOUR HEADS THIS WILL BE WAY EASIER THAN HOLDING BACK ON A NORMAL VILLAIN.” SOB THIS IS MIRUKO’S WORLD AND WE’RE ALL JUST BEGRUDGINGLY ALLOWED TO EXIST IN IT. MY BARONESS

DID YOU JUST TOURNIQUET YOUR DISMEMBERED FUCKING LIMB WITH YOUR OWN FUCKING HAIR ONE-HANDED FFCKCK KCKCLK JUST MIRUKO THINGS

Miruko also saw Horikoshi getting ready to end the chapter after 17 pages and was like “EXCUSE YOU THERE” and he backed off because he actually likes having a fucking head thank you very much

LMAO AND NOW OF ALL TIMES WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO THE OL’ VILLAIN RESORT. SIGH

Skeptic seems to have finally cottoned on to them being in some kind of trouble. huh

how does he know it was Jin who screwed up?? did he realize that Hawks betrayed them oh shit!?!

OOP HE’S SOUNDING THE ALARM

AND THE CHAPTER IS ENDING. BUT I’M NOT DONE SCREAMING. AHHHHHH well anyways I’m off to watch my children kick lots of ass on the big screen. assuming I can get this posted in time with zero editing whatsoever lol I’ve got like... an hour. WE SHALL SEE!

(ETA: we did it lol just barely! this whole thing is probably a giant mess but oh well! Mirukoooooo)

#bnha 262 #miruko #mirko #ujiko daruma #I already forgot his new official name ah well #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste spoiler recap #makeste reads bnha #no time for tags!!#movie!!!!

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champagne-bucky · 5 years ago

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Summary: Steve Rogers tells Bucky about his first time.

Warnings: pre-serum Steve x reader, smut, loss of virginity

Notes: This is my thank you for hitting 500 followers this weekend. This may or may not turn into a mini series following the adventures of pre- serum Steve and the reader. Let me know what you guys think! Please make sure to like, comment, reblog, and follow for more!! Enjoy guys!!

Steve Rogers days were numbered. It’s sad and unfortunately true. No one thought the day would come where the world would be saying goodbye once more to the Patriotic American War Hero, but it looks like the end is approaching.

Steve’s decision to go back in time was a hard one for anyone to grasp, especially his best friend Bucky Barnes. Bucky and Steve were side by side always. Even when they weren’t, there wasn’t a day that went by where Bucky and Steve weren’t on each others minds.

Bucky knew his time with his forever pal was coming up. He knew for a while now that he’d have to prepare for the day when he’d say his final goodbyes, which is why Bucky made is a point to visit Steve every free minute of the day. Steve insisted that Bucky didn’t need to come to the lavish retirement home everyday, but Bucky was insistent and being with his friend just in case the ‘end of the line’ was drawing to a close.

“Hey, Buck.” The old man laying in the bed greeted the other walking through the doorway.

“Hey, punk. How we feelin’ today?” Bucky took a seat on the plush chair next to Steve’s bedside.

“Same as everyday, tired.” Bucky frowned. His best friend has been feeling tired lately, should he be worried?

“Oh, wipe that look off your face, Buck. I’m not dead, yet,” Bucky cringed, “it’s what happens when you get older, bud.” Steve flashed him his famous smile.

“What’s got you so upset today?” Steve eyed Bucky up and down.

“Nothing. What makes you think that?”

“I may be old, but I’m not senile. You’ve been sporting that look for weeks. Now what’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” Bucky sighed, he didn’t want to say it. If he didn’t it’ll all feel to real.

“That I’m should be dead soon?” Steve grinned as Bucky gasped.

“Don’t say that Steve! You’re not going to die, not for a while.” Bucky couldn’t help but choke back the tears.

“Bucky, you know it’s gonna happen. Sooner rather than later. I’m old Buck, it’s about time I leave this place.” Bucky was crying now. The tears fully falling down his face.

“C’mon you big sap. Wipe those tears away. I want no crying today. Don’t cry until after I’m gone. I wanna remember you smiling.” Steve had been doing this a lot lately. Anytime Bucky would be upset during his visits with Steve, he would try his best to make him smile. Bucky being the god sport he is decided to go along with his charades for he didn’t know how long they’d be doing this.

“I’m not crying cause of that,” Bucky sniffled, “I’m crying cause you’re gonna die a virgin.” Steve chuckled and Bucky cringed. He wished he could’ve taken that back.

“Just like the 40s all over again, huh?” Bucky had always been on Steve in their youth about getting Steve a nice girl. Someone that’ll take care of him. Someone that’ll hold him close those long lonely nights when Bucky couldn’t be there for him.

“I’m serious, pal. We gotta get you laid before...before,” Bucky’s voice trailed off.

“Before I go off to the army.” Good ole denial, one of Steve’s favorite games to play.

“Yeah, before you go off to the army.” Steve smirked at Bucky. It was that all knowing smirk.

“What?”

“I just realized. I never told you.” Steve’s grin grew even wider, the wrinkles in his face becoming more prominent.

“Told me what? That you got laid?” Bucky shook his head and laughed. He didn’t doubt he did. He had a few brief flings before Steve reunited with Bucky.

“Yeah, Y/N Y/L/N, remember her?” Bucky was confused.

“Umm, Steve, I’m sure she’s long gone by now.” He remembers the name all to well. That was the girl who worked in her dad’s pharmacy. The girl Steve was so smitten with.

“I know that idiot, I’m talking about before. When she was alive.”

“You slept with an old lad- OW!” Bucky exclaimed as Steve picked up his newspaper from the side of his bed and whacked Bucky over the head with it.

“I’m talking about before, Buck. Before I joined the army, before you joined the army.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m to old for bullshitting, don’t ya think?” Bucky knew Steve as a lot of things. A risk taker, danger seeker, and because of his mother, hypochondriac.

“Okay, so when was it?” Bucky was curious now, he was hoping to catch Steve in a lie.

“Summer of 1935.”

“Bullshit!”

“How?”

“You would’ve told me.” Bucky was looked for any signs of joking, to his surprise there was none.

“I’m telling you now aren’t I?”

“Go on.”

“It was 1935, just after my 17th birthday. Remember, you and your family left for Chicago for the rest of the summer. You went to go stay with your aunt.” Wow, Bucky didn’t even remember the summer of ‘35.

“So, how was it?”

“I’m trying to tell you a story about how I met her and you wanna know how I enjoyed it?”

“Well it’s not everyday your friend over 100 tells you a dirty secret about their life.”

“Don’t make me smack you again. Now pay attention.” Bucky nodded and urged Steve to continue.

**Flashback**

1935

The air was hot and sticky. Kids were running around the streets while the fire hydrants were spraying water to keep them cool. On the other side of Brooklyn, a young James Barnes had just finished packing the car for Chicago.

“You gonna be alright without me, pal?” Bucky looked down at his short and unhealthily skinny friend.

“Yeah, you know me Buck, I can hold me own.” Bucky chuckled and patted Steve in the back.

“Sure ya can. Just don’t getting into any trouble, not without me of course.” Bucky hugged Steve tight.

“I’ll see ya when I get back. Don’t go kissing any pretty girls without me.” Bucky called out of the window of the car before it took off down the street.

“No promises.” Steve yelled back.

—

Steve waited until the car was out of sight before he made the long walk back to his home. There, his mother was in the kitchen preparing a delicious dessert for the two of them. Sarah Rogers was a kind and patient woman, one who always encouraged her son to take care of his mind, body, and soul. However, his health was Sarah’s biggest concern.

Steve had not grown up like the normal boys. He never did hit a growth spurt or sprout an impressive beard like his counterpart Bucky. No, Steve was a boy who was bullied and teased for not looking like a man. Sarah believe that maybe if he took better care of his health and changed his lifestyle that there would be hope for him yet. After all, mother knows best.

“Come in here Stevie and help mommy with the pie crust. Mrs. Leny from down the street gave me some apples from her tree.” Steve kicked his shoes off by the door and made his way to the kitchen.

“Make sure you wash up real good, honey. Don’t want to be sick for the remainder of the summer now do we?” Steve rolled his eyes at his worrying health obsessed mother. She was always on him about getting sick or not eating the right foods. It was rather annoying for the young Rogers boy. All he wanted to do was be like the normal kids in the neighborhood and go out and get his hands dirty, however the “normal kids” never wanted him to join in on the fun.

“Oh, Stevie!” Sarah called for her son as he finished washing the plates.

“I need you to make a run down to the pharmacy for me. Dr. Y/L/N called earlier and your prescription just came in.” Steve rolled his eyes and made his way to the door.

—

Steve had never considered himself a nervous man, not even around girls, but she, she was an exception. The pretty young woman behind the counter was mindlessly flipping through her newest book as Steve waited outside the drug store. He was going to have to talk to her. The beautiful woman that was unknowingly stealing his heart. Bucky had been teasing him for years about asking her out, but Steve could never find the courage.

"What girl would go out with a guy like me?” Bucky would frown hearing those words come out of his best friends mouth.

Slowly, Steve opened the door to the drug store, careful to not make the bell chime loudly. However, his plans were corrupted when he saw the unlikely fellows pushing him through the door altering the woman behind the counter of his presence. Buddy Bedestow and Hank Schumacher, Steve’s worst nightmares.

“Aww look who it is Hank, skinny boy Rogers. Hey Rogers, where’s your pal? Guess he’s not here to protect you now.” The two large men squished Steve between them. They have been on Steve’s ass since grade school, always picking on him for no particular reason. Well, Bucky thinks there is no reason, Steve mustered up the idea that the boys were jealous of his friendship with the most suavest fella in Brooklyn.

“Say Bud, did Stevie here run out of menstrual supplies? Ya think its our little pansy’s cycle again?” Unbeknownst to the boys, the woman was making her way around the counter.

“Nah Hank, I think Stevie here was gettin’ some rubbers, musta’ ran out when he was going down on his old lady. Is that why you’re here twig? Need to get back to momma?” Steve blushed as the boys kept berating him.

“Alright, that’s enough! Hank, Buddy, get out of here before I call your ma’s and tell them you’ve been stealing.”

“But we haven-“

“My pa may be old, but he sure ain’t dumb. Now scram.” The boys reluctantly let go of Steve and made their way out of the store.

“You're the Rogers boy I’m guessing?” Her painted lips curled into a smile and Steve’s heart stopped functioning.

“Y-yeah, how’d you know?” A simple joke, she laughed, Steve felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

“I have my ways of figuring it out. I have your prescription by the way.” She returns to her spot behind the counter and shuffles through the copious amounts of white paper bags.

“Here you are. Oh, and Steve?” Steve looked up at the woman, bottom lip fitting snuggly between her top teeth.

“Yes?”

“Don’t listen to those boys, they’re just jealous of your charm and good looks.” Steve was beet red now. Charm? Good looks? Was the girl mad? Did she really see him like that?

“Miss your kindness is greatly appreciated, but you don’t have to lie.” She frowned.

“You don’t believe those boys do you? Steve, you are possibly the most handsome fella I’d ever laid eyes on. Steve couldn’t believe it. He’s pretty sure no one would believe him.

“Don’t try and make me feel better, beautiful dames like you don’t go for boys like me.”

“You are sorely mistaken, Steve Rogers. Maybe some girls like the handsome momma’s boy types.” She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Steve gasped, an unwanted stir of arousal started to build.

That’s where it all started. That one simple kiss. Its innocence could not foreshadow the wild adventures Steve Rogers and his little pharmacist had planned over the summer. It started out slow, little dates at the local theater and trips to the ice cream shop, but they both wanted more they both needed more.

So that’s how Steve found himself that mid-August afternoon, standing in only his boxer shorts while his pretty little pharmacist laid out naked and panting in his bed. Sarah Rogers had gone out for the day, leaving Steve and his girl to their own scandalous devices.

“You know, my ma would skin me alive if she saw what we were doing right now, said this was a sin.” Both Steve and his girl were told at a very young age that virginity was a special thing to share on a wedding night, however, with both parties wanting more they couldn’t help themselves but give in to their ungodly urges.

“You think the big man will be upset?” Steve disregarded his shorts and reached to take a rubber from her shaking hand.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure Buck’s did worse than what we are doing.” She let out a breathy chuckle.

“Steve, hurry up. I need you.” Steve’s member twitched as he pumped himself a few times and rolled the rubber down his length.

“Patience is a virtue my love.” Steve smirked as his fingers began sliding around her lower lips.

A whine escaped his love’s mouth, soft and breathy. They’ve been practicing for a moment like this. It finally all led up to this. Their first touches, first orgasms, first time seeing each other naked, it all led up to this moment.

Softly, his fingers slide into her tight entrance, a guttural moan echoed throughout the small bedroom. She was still tight after all the sessions they had gone through. He couldn’t resist the urge to keep pumping in and out of her. He was addicted to her moans and movements, Steve wanted to be greedy and make her cum before he got inside of her.

“So beautiful, wish I could have you like this all day.” He moved a tad fast, the pad of his thumb maintaining circular motions on that special spot she always heard about.

“God Steve, I need you, please.” She whined one more as she fisted the sheets below her.

“In a minute my love, I wanna see you come undone around my fingers.” She moaned loudly at the dirty talk. Since their sessions had began, Steve had acquired a tasteful vocabulary that was enough to make anyone gasp in shock.

A few more pumps, each faster then the last, and the beautiful woman before him was quivering around him. His hand had gotten soaked from her arousal, a little had gotten on the bed sheets below her too. He can clean those later anyway. Right now he was determined to be inside his girl once and for all.

“I heard it’s suppose to hurt.” Steve began to feel worried as he placed his covered head at her entrance.

“Only for a little, but it’ll feel better.” She was an angel before him, sweaty and sticky with lust and arousal. She was insatiable and Steve needed her now.

He slowly entered her, she winced a little in pain and Steve began to pull back. She looked up and him and urged him to go on. Little by little, he filled her out. He stayed in her, not wanting to move and hurt her. She nodded her head and urged him to move. It was indescribable, the pleasure the skinny boy above the beautiful woman was sending him over the edge. Steve was expected to release quickly, but he was determined to have his love finish first.

“C’mon my love, give me another one.” His thrush we’re at a steady pace now and she was a mess. Hair sticking to the bedsheets and hands gripping her lovers shoulders. She wanted move, but they would both have to wait to delve into new territory.

“You feel so good. Please don’t stop.” He back arched and Steve almost fell over the edge.

“One more my love and I’ll come with you. One more.” On command she came and Steve followed suit. Both lovers were a panting, sweaty mess.

Steve eases his soft shaft out of her and she whined at the loss of fullness. He quickly removed the rubber and tossed it in the waste bin near his bed. He laid down next to his beloved and wrapped his arms around her.

“Till next time my love.” She turned her head and kiss Steve.

“Till next time.” He kissed her back, deeply and full of love.

**End Flashback**

“Holy shit.” Bucky was bug eyed.

“And you really thought I was lying to ya.” The old man from the bed smirked.

“I can’t believe it.”

“I knew you wouldn’t.” Steve chuckled.

“Well I’ll be damned. Steve Rogers was a scoundrel.” Bucky shook his head still in disbelief.

“So whatever happened between you two? You both just jumped into it right away?” The metal armed soldier was curious now.

“That’s another story for another day, Buck. You’d be surprised how much we did before that day.” Bucky paused for a moment.

“How much you what?!”

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 4 years ago

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Summary: Beaver spotted the man first as he & Jonesy strolled towards Derry’s kissing bridge, hand-in-hand. He was hunched over himself in a way that had to be might uncomfortable. Beaver stopped his loud laughter when Jonesy let go of his hand. For safety.

They’d just bow their heads, walk past and maybe come back later to attend to their business if they saw fit. At least, that could have been the plan had Beaver not recognized the stranger.

Fandoms: IT & Dreamcatcher

Ships: Reddie, Jonesy/Beaver

Word Count: 3,708

There was a man with bad posture sitting on the kissing bridge.

A couple of things were wrong with him. Some were simply symptoms of a common cold (the cough, the stuffiness & the sneeze). But what was left (the breakdowns, the depression & sudden fondness for his hell-hole hometown) were signs of a problem much larger than that of a ‘sick-bug’.

The man with awful posture was re-entering a period of mourning. Like the time of the werewolf; the moon snuck up on Richie Tozier two nights ago and reduced him to a sad, hairy man. Slobbery too. But slobbery with tears.

Each of his loser’s club pals had reached out to him that morning. Their texts were loving & perfect but awkward (through no fault of their own). Who knew what to say to their best friend who’d never officially come out of the closet on the anniversary of the man he never got to confess his full-love to’s death? Hallmark didn’t have the best cards for that. Some. But not a lot.

Mike Hanlon had encouraged his Idea to come on down to Derry over the phone when he’d hesitantly pitched it. Once Richie told him about the carving, Mike told him to go on & head-out. Pay a sentimental visit instead of succumbing to his usual coping mechanism of crying & watching movies for straight men. ‘She’s Out of My League’ had been his original plan for the afternoon.

But sweet Mike was right, as he often was. So Richie negotiated a week off with his agent before the ‘real work’ in his schedule started. He came home...to the place where he’d grown-up...the place which housed some of his fondest and some of his most horrifying memories. It was that strange sort of balance that kept any feeling but numb at bay.

{R + E}

It had still been there, of course. He hadn’t expected any Derry hooligans' to scratch it off or some shit. But it was still sort of surreal to be back again. He traced his fingers along the thick, cut-open lines just as he’d done down the tender ripped skin of Eddie’s wound two years ago. He shouldn’t have been as squeamish this time, considering it was only carved wood not the yanked-open & festering skewer hole of his loved one (Ha! He laughed like a disturbed & deeply depressed Fozzy Bear at that one!)

That had been a little over twenty minutes ago but Richie still hadn’t left. He sat now at the edge with his legs hung over the side. Not completely ready to go back to his lonely motel room. He thought about the Losers having to pull him off Eddie’s body down in the sewers which eerily lead him to his Halloween costume six or so years ago...Tom Petty’s get-up in the ‘Mary Janes Last Dance’ Video.

He felt a sudden urge to vomit and cry at the same time. Because there was truly no way to avoid the pain. It would just have to hammer in his chest until it either passed or killed him. He couldn’t run from himself or his memories for very long. He felt a sick sensation of missing the time he’d first left Derry & was forced to forget everything and everyone. At least then...

No. He hated that he could even think about wanting that. He would just have to keep learning how to live without Eddie Kaspbrak. Shouldn’t be too damn difficult, huh?

: : : : : :

Beaver spotted the man first as he & Jonesy strolled towards Derry’s kissing bridge, hand-in-hand. He was hunched over himself in a way that had to be might uncomfortable. Beaver stopped his loud laughter when Jonesy let go of his hand. For safety. Derry was nowhere near as bad as it’d once been but you couldn’t be too careful when it came to displaying your sexuality in front of strangers, sadly.

Though still, the boys held love for their home-town. After all, it was the setting of their found family and nothing was more important than the good ol’ SSDD gang.

They’d just bow their heads, walk past and maybe come back later to attend to their business if they saw fit.

At least, that could have been the plan had Beaver not recognized the stranger. “Jesus Christ-Bananas!” he yippee’d in that voice Jonesy usually adored but was slightly annoyed by in the moment. “That’s Richie fucking Tozier!”

“A very distressed looking Richie Tozier.” Jonesy corrected, hoping they were giving the man enough space & privacy that he couldn’t notice them yet. He nver understood his boyfriend’s obsession with the guy. To Jonesy, Richie Tozier seemed like any other straight white comedian. “We should probably leave him alone, Beav.”

Beaver’s beautiful joy snapped into an accepted disappointment as he observed the man in front of them. Jonesy could see the ache to rush over was hard for him to hold back. It pained him just to see his boyfriend so deflated. Teased by such a great possible experience-

“I’ll be leaving soon, if that’s what you’re worried about!”

Came a sudden friendly & very Richie Tozier like voice. Beaver just about shouted as they jumped their eyes over to meet the stranger’s. He was tall and a little gangly with Buddy Holly glasses sliding down his nose.

“Actually we were just trying to decide which one of us was going to rob you...” Beaver chuckled awkwardly & so unlike him. “We were gonna do a coin toss for it.” He added before slamming his hand against his forehead (quite forcefully too). “That was a joke, sorry...a dumb joke...” He mumbled. Jonesy couldn’t hold back his amused grin but resisted his urge to pull Beav closer. Instead, he walked forward to their conversation ahead, an eager yet embarrassed boyfriend following him.

“You’re Richie Tozier!” Beaver repeated.

“Beaver’s a bit starstruck.” Jonesy smirked. “He gets this same way whenever he sees a famous comedian just chilling in our hometown.” He chuckled and pretended not to notice Mr. Tozier’s red eyes. He got the feeling---actually it was more than that, he could very well tell the man was caught between a rock & a hard place with the little...trick he & the gang each possessed.

“Hey, that’s ok with me.” He laughed & pushed his glasses up his nose. “Don’t see any paper...want me to sign a body part or something?” He joked and Jonesy knew exactly how Beaver would try and continue the joke so...

The taller friend slapped his palm over ‘Beavers’ mouth which made that squeaky old man laugh escape Richie.

“Gary Jones. You cane call me Jonesy.” The young man held out his free hand to shake in a charming gesture which said ‘We do this bit all the time’. It hit Richie right in the grief bone again.

“Joe Clarendon. But my friends call me Beaver.” And just like that, Beav’s confidence was back.

Richie noticed the way Jonesy practically glowed when his friend spoke. “Richie Tozier.” He felt the need to introduce himself, like an idiot, even though they obviously knew his name. “But you can just call me ‘your hero’, I guess.” He laughed at his own lame joke which seemed to make the Beaver-guy light up again.

He looked them up and down. They looked about twenty or twenty-one to Richie. Beaver was a short but made up for it in hair, which was long & hippie-like. He respected that. Most of his body up top was covered by a large Fonzie-Jacket & the bottom was all about the Doc Martens. Richie felt like he was looking at a bit of a modernized version of his younger self.

Jonesy was going for a much calmer look of a light-blue flannel and sneakers. They looked like quite the pair.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a town like this?” Beaver grinned, charm oozing so easily off him. One of the reasons Jonesy fell in love with him so quickly.

Richie chuckled, swiping his thumb under his nose. “Thought I’d visit my old stomping grounds.” He shrugged.

Jonesy shared a quick look with Beav as a feeling shot up his body. He got the idea through their...special talent that there was more to that story. And by the look of it, so did Beav.

“There’s no way you grew up here. I would’ve known that!” Beaver smacked a hand to his chest. “Jesus-Christ-Bananas!”

Richie quirked his brow at the Beav-ism & Jonesy briefly thought he might ignore it or roll his eyes like most strangers but instead...“Mary, Joseph & the whole fruit basket!” He shook his head. Beav looked like he might burst with respect and adoration. It was just about the cutest thing Jonesy had ever seen. “I can’t believe it myself sometimes.”

The Beav takes a toothpick from his new wooden container (a gift from Mrs. Cavell) and pops it between his teeth. He thought-no-he knew that Rich Tozier was doin’ a voice. Not an outrageous one like he sometimes did on stage but one that said ‘I’m alright. Doing just fine. Nothing to see here’ and all at once Beav felt a little bad for bothering him again.

“I ran around with a little gang of dorks.” He laughed, 100% sure he was about to dumb a lot of his tory onto these poor boys. Not all but some. “Lost one of them two years ago today...” He frowned and looked conflicted before adding “In the flood.”

The boys started to nod but where Jonesy felt a pinch of something wrong in his mind, Beaver started having a full-on attack about it. Like in the old days. Days of Grenadeau and Josie. Jonesy felt his boyfriend shaking and looked to see him trying to repress it to the best of his ability before lurching forward with a grunt that sounded painful.

Richie ducked down like he might try to catch him if he fainted but Beaver popped back up with sweat running down his temple.

‘What happened?’ Jonesy sent a message through his mind almost completely accidentally.

Beaver looked up, looking deeply deeply disturbed and scared. He’d seen images he could not for the life of himself comprehend. ‘Dark places. Large sharpened legs stabbing through somebody's body? Something like that. Screaming and...?’ He looked at Richie. “New shit today, Jonesy.” He felt vomit whirl up his throat but he swallowed quickly. “I saw a clown?”

Richie widened his eyes before vomiting over the edge of the bridge.

“Major gross-out!” Beaver whistled as he heard the plops of chunky puke hit the water. Jonesy looked a little green himself after Rich came up, wiping his mouth with general looking shock.

Beaver was about to make another kind of joke when he noticed the guttural growl the comedic-stranger made as his body lurched forward. He hoped the guy could catch his breath before he choked on any more reverse meals.

He stepped forward to offer him the bandana he kept in the jacket pocket but when they briefly touched hands, another sight hit him that was just as shockingly awful as the last-----

‘Beads of blood dotted the corners of Richie’s torn lips. Hands incapable of remaining clutched with the slickness of the sweat pooling in his palms. He had Eddie kneeling between his skinny legs who was trying to communicate something to him but the most Richie could think to do in those fatal seconds was to hope for a few things.

The kind of hopes that were important to someone at the delicate age of forty.

A large thump above his head made him flinch, Eddie’s fist briefly slamming hard under his chin. He fought back his pain filled yelp by clasping his palm over his wet mouth. His eyes darted wildly back and forth behind the minimal cracks on his glasses.

The second hand dirt that he’d gathered on his piss colored shirt was now having a wipe down of maroon.

Only the dye-job didn’t come from him. Rather, Eddie Kaspbrak who was now wailing above him as Pennywise waved him around like a magic wand.

The hair on the back of his neck stood. He popped his hand off the tight grip he’d had on his chin. The satisfying pop sound came with a small following gurgle. Gasps of choked breaths rushed out from his clotting throat.

But none of that mattered because the love of his life was being murdered right in front of him.

He screamed.’

Beaver screamed too. Not as loud but just as horribly pained.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So let me get this straight...” Richie paced back-and-forth on the bridge while Beaver & Jonesy tried to follow him, amusingly. They’d each given each other new and semi-honest backgrounds now. Richie’s was hard to understand without all the pieces but beyond crazy still. “You’re in a group of friends, from Derry-” He laughed like a crazy person. Beaver loved it. And oddly, so did Jonesy. “And you all have these...powers?”

Jonesy nodded, now walking in-pace with the older man. “You got it.” He chuckled.

“There’s five of us. How many do you have?” Beaver added, standing on his tip-toes.

Richie stopped moving. “There’s seven-” He paused. Thinking of the cruel way Stanley & Eddie had been taken away from them. “Five left though.” He looked like he wanted a cigarette so Beaver instinctively held out a tooth-pick.

When the comedian actually took it, Jonesy saw Beaver smile so wide it looked like it might break his gorgeous little face. For a moment the pair so alike just stared at each other. It was something of a little stand-off that Jonesy was about to question when a different thought popped into his brain. “Whoever died this day-?”

Richie slid down against the wood and sat. “Eddie.” His eyes glazed over for a moment before falling on tiny Beaver’s huge Doc Martens.

Jonesy swallowed, hoping yet knowing he wasn’t wrong. “Was he your...?” He licked his lips in thought. But Richie cut him off by looking back up with freshly-red eyes.

“Almost. Maybe.” He shrugged, rolling his toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “Slipped through my f-f-fingers-fuck. Starting to sound like stuttering Bill.” He laughed but the boys weren’t sure who that was.

The three of them were now sitting on the bridge together.

“He didn’t know. We left him down there and he didn’t even fucking know I was in love with him.” He sighed, not wanting to think about how weird the day was starting to become. “He was afraid of the dark.” He shrugged, holding the tooth-pick between his fingers, rolling it back-and-forth.

“Taste good like a cigarette should, huh?” Beaver mumbled after a few minutes and again Jonesy was sure that Richie wouldn’t appreciate that reaction but the man surprised him with a hearty laugh.

“It’s like the song says; I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. Seen sunny days that I thought would never end. Seen lonely times when I could not find a friend. But I always thought that I’d see you again...” Beaver raised his tooth-pick, Richie followed without question & Jonesy raised his pinky finger.

“How’d you get to be such a funny kid, huh?” Richie quirked his brow.

Jonesy smiled. “Born that way.” He slapped Beav’s knee gently.

“Overactive imagination and anger issues.” Beaver pushed Jonesy back by the face and giggled when Jonesy just let him do it.

Richie watched the short little spitfire slap-fight his pal and felt sick to his stomach by how much the young man reminded him of himself...and of Eddie only with a tooth-pick holder clutched in his hands instead of the inhaler.

Jonesy felt a short breeze pass over them. “Beav brought me here to show me some carving he did when we were little.” He glanced at his boyfriend with extreme affection. Both knew Richie was safe now.

“Our initials in a heart!” Beaver whistled. “Because little Beav didn’t know how to express his feelings.” He mocked a sweet voice.

Richie laughed, chin to the sky. “You gotta be shitting me.” He leapt to his feet and gestured for them to follow him. Which they did without hesitation. “I came here for a reason today too.” He pointed towards his old carving with an unbelievable amount of pride and utter amazement. Another coincidence.

{R + E}

The younger men each stared at the carving with wonder and appreciation. Beaver kneeled down and traced it with his fingers just as Richie had done just a half-hour ago. Jonesy simply looked off with vague amusement as he threaded his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, Richie supposed he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

“My friend, Mike...Mike Hanlon. He thought it’d be good for me to come up here today just to...” He faded off to wave his hands about, not knowing how to finish. The boys looked up with happy looking grins.

“Mike Hanlon?” Jonesy shook his head with joy. “He was our childhood librarian.” His tongue ran across his lips & he was most surely seeing flashes of his childhood. And maybe feeling a bit like time was passing by too quickly.

‘Damn kid was barely twenty-one though’. Richie thought bitterly & fondly.

Beaver nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. Nice guy. He helped me check out my Playboy’s that one time.” He stuck a thumb into Jonesy’s shoulder which was slapped away with amusement. His smile faded to an exaggerated grimace. “It was always weird to go there after that.”

Richie couldn’t help but laugh again with the jovial young men. It lasted about twenty seconds before it turned into hoarse sobs. He turned away from them, chest hurting. “Fuck, man! This is embarrassing as shit.” He managed a small chuckle through it.

Jonesy looked at him sympathetically, hearing all of Beaver’s thoughts of ‘I wish Henry were here’.

“SSDD, huh?” Jonesy did the best he could and took pride in himself when the man turned. “Same shit, different day.” He added.

Richie chuckled again, a beautiful one. “Yeah--yeah, I’ve heard it before.” He shook his head and leaned onto the railing. He genuinely looked cheered up by that simple phrase, sharing a private & entertained look with Beaver, who Jonesy would later call his soul-son.

“We should give you our other friend’s number, he’s studying to be a psychologist--”

“Psychiatrist, Beav.” Jonesy corrected.

Beaver shrugged, waving his hand. “Psychiatrist, whatever. He may be able to help your fragile mental state.”

Jonesy accepted just then that his boyfriend could never push too far when it came to Richie because the Tozier man recognized the Beav for what he was. And that would be someone very similar to himself.

It was strangely beautiful.

“What I saw was...” Beav faded off, eyes twitching. It was hard for him to put to words just how gut-wrenching the scene was. “Awful. I can’t imagine what you must have gone through or are going through.” He shook his head.

Jonesy nodded, rubbing a comforting hand down his boyfriend’s arm. “I only just felt it & I wanted to die.” He wondered if that was extremely rude to say.

Richie squinted. He was reminded of a younger Stanley Uris & his ability to see...to understand things past the other loser’s comprehension. He felt a strong urge to insist his losers come back down to Derry just to meet these home-visitors too. Maybe it was meant to be.

“It’ll be hard to get over the fact that my vision of Eddie & I getting together in my head....” He bit into his cheek “Well, it’s going to have to stay there forever.” He looked up at the happy former Derry citizens couple as they instinctively held each-other’s hands tighter. He nearly choked with jealousy. “I loved him for a few years, forgot him for a good twenty-seven more and now...” He waved his hand in-front of him in a tight spiral.

“You’re lonesome all the time since leaving your baby behind on Blue Bayou, huh?” Beaver flicked his tooth-pick. The sky grew a little bit cloudy over their heads and Richie Tozier burst into a fit of giggles.

“You could say that, kiddo.” He crossed his arms, looking ready to drop the subject all together now. “And I’m not gonna say anything more about that fucking clown before you ask.” Rich smiled, pointing a finger at Jonesy who truly was about to ask more about that creature the comedian briefly mentioned only enough to explain Beaver’s vision.

“I’ve made your nice little trip about me, sorry.” He added. “See, making people miserable is a talent of mine. I’m a great comedian in that way.” He rolled his eyes, standing up straight.

“You’d be better if you wrote your own material. I’d like to hear some jokes about that horrible trauma you talked about.” Beaver giggled as he bit hard into his toothpick. Richie burst into another fit of genuine laughter. “My trauma is the center of my comedy-” He smirked.

Jonesy frowned, thinking of the past and of men like Richie Grenadeau who they had once dreamed dead. He softly pinched the back of his boyfriends palm. If Tozier could keep some cards close to his chest, so could they. At least for now.

“Ow! Bitch-in-a-Buzzsaw!” Beaver whipped his hand back and sucked on his skin like a child. Jonesy tried not to giggle as Richie looked on with confusion.

He shrugged in response. “I just-”

“Nah, I got it.” He waved a hand from his temple to the vague direction of Jonesy’s. “We don’t have to tell each other everything. Hell, we’re still strangers.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked off in the direction of his carving.

“But soon to be best friends.” Beaver added, breaking his lips free from the moist spot on his hand. Richie and Jonesy had a nice shared laugh at the charming boy.

They walked a ways up the bridge to see Richie Tozier off, in some silent agreement. Jonesy felt a rush of disappointment pass through him but it was quickly squashed by the eagerness he had for his date with Beaver.

As the group walked him over the bridge, Jonesy caught sight of little Beaver’s old carving...in the shape of a heart...

{B + J}

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Series: Semblance Title: Patriciate Fandom: Jak and Daxter Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII Characters: Jak, Daxter, Samos, Keira, Kid!Jak, Ashelin, Torn, Tess Tags: Worldbuilding, Accidentally King of Haven!Jak, hurt/comfort, things go wrong, things get better, things get worse again, slow build, slow burn, slow to update, cross posted, fantasy racism, canon divergence, been meaning to share this here Summary: “It’s yours,” Jak said softly. “Keep it…remember where you come from. At least one of us should remember….”

If Jak knew the consequences of that one, selfish choice…well, he’d probably have made the same decision either way.

Jak forgot something kind of important. At least it gave Torn time enough to get him presentable.

Daxter ducked between legs and strangers alike, scurrying along the ground on all four paws. He dashed quick from the port and used all of the little known side alleys that only three years in Haven could teach an ottsel. Two of those three years he’d worked hard to unearth and learn the layout by himself despite Haven’s insane size. It’d taken him the better part of the first year to just learn how to traverse the city at barely two feet tall; after all the distance Jak could travel at a dead run in an hour Daxter could barely achieve in three.

And he wants this damn thing pronto, Daxter grimaced to himself. Really buddy? It ain’t easy getting’ around by myself and it ain’t like I could ask anyone! I can’t even jack a damn zoomer, sheesh.

Sometimes Daxter felt like Jak could be so inconsiderate, taking his willingness to help a pal out for granted. Still Daxter persevered, and yeah maybe he realized after he’d finally reached the beginning of Main Town that he could’ve asked Tess for a ride but damn if Daxter weren’t determined to do this one his own by that point. Even still Daxter had a limit, and one that rapidly began to approach given how much his chest burned and his legs and arms hurt.

Jak’s just gonna hafta deal with me bein’ a bit late, Daxter reasoned to himself. I’ll make it up t’him later. He skittered to a halt over by the nearest bridge. His chest heaved as he flopped down against one of the rails supports, the small backpack that Tess had scrounged up for him to carry the key in thunked heavily against the ground. Exhaustedly Daxter brushed along the fringe of what would have once been his bangs to wipe away the sweat that had gathered. He grimaced at the feel of slick fur and resisted the urge to growl out of annoyance.

Sometimes he really hated being an Ottsel. The fur and two feet tall were prime reasons to resent the transformation, no matter how used to it he’d gotten. Daxter puffed out a breath and pressed his head back against the rail and closed his eyes.

“Ugh, why s’it gotta be so far?” Daxter grumbled to himself bitterly. He didn’t see the glances from the others who meandered around Main Town, going about their business, but he knew they were there. He’d gotten stares like that all the time, although the ones that he and Jak got together where by far the most hilarious of the lot.

“I think I found him.”

“Really? That small thing?”

“Well Commander Torn did say an orange rat, right?”

“I thought he was joking.”

Daxter opened one eye to look for the voices the minute he heard ‘Torn,’ a snarl on his lips. He wasn’t a rat Precursors damn it all! His gaze found a small trio of slightly armored teens that he vaguely recognized from the few times he and Jak spent more than a night at the Underground barracks.

“Oi!” Daxter yelled. He jumped to his feet, quite suddenly energized, hands on his hips. “It’s ottsel. O! T! T! S! E! L! Get it right, ya jerks!”

The three teens turned and shared a look before they seemed to nod in agreement. One of them approached and Daxter noted he wore some sort of half-KG mask. He vaguely remembered Tess had mentioned something about the Underground’s members were now forced to be recognizable since the metal head invasion.

“You Daxter?” the one on the left said. Her voice rang with the tinny quality that Daxter associated with the KG.

“Ya work for the Tattooed Wonder?” Daxter shot back, eyes narrowed and lips pulled down.

“Yeah it’s definitely him,” the one on the right said. He shot a side glance to the girl. The one in the middle, closest to Daxter, snorted disdainfully.

“This job sucks,” the middle one grumbled and turned his gaze away from Daxter to look instead at his companions. The one on the right’s eyes crinkled in the amused way and the one on the left looked like she was hiding a smile under that mask.

“What job? Searchin’ out the good ol’ Orange Lightning?” Daxter didn’t quite leer, but he did drawl out the words. At least two of them seemed decent.

The girl on the left laughed. “Definitely him. Come on, orange lightning. Commander Torn’s asked us to pick you up.”

“Said something about it taking too long,” the one on the right said.

“I still don’t get why we’re stuck with carrying this pet,” the middle one huffed.

“You can carry me anytime you like, gorgeous,” Daxter winked to the girl, who laughed good naturedly with the guy on the left while the middle one growled. “I’ve been lookin’ for a cute ride like you. I got one mean delivery I gotta get over pronto, y’know?”

“I might have heard,” she replied as she reached out a hand for Daxter. He quickly scurried over and then up her arm and onto her shoulder. “Damn is this what it feels like to be him?” she said almost reverently.

“All th’ time, babe,” Daxter nodded. “Now c’mon! I’ve wasted enough time huffin’ it by myself. Ol’ gravelly shoulda sent someone sooner.”

“We should just shoot it,” the middle one hissed.

“Aw, I like you too grumpy!” Daxter cooed back, face twisted into a sickly sweet grin.

“I’m gonna shoot it,” ‘grumpy’ snapped and reached for his gun.

The one on the right grasped his wrist before he could do anything and hissed, “Do you want to get on Commander Torn’s bad side?”

“But it’s annoying.”

“It,” Daxter said sharply, “is a he, and he happens to be the one who saved all your asses with his trusty sidekick Jak who just happens to be his best fuckin’ friend and can, y’know, get growly.”

Grumpy swallowed heavily and backed off at the look he received from his two partners.

“Told you,” the one on the right mumbled. “Bad idea, man.”

“Yeah,” Daxter agreed. “Listen to your conscience over here.”

“Fuck you,” grumpy spat.

‘Conscience,’ snorted a laugh in response.

“Funny,” Daxter’s current shoulder seat laughed softly. “Come on, we best hurry. We’re gathering a crowd.”

Grumpy and conscience exchanged glances, paled, and quickly began ushering their female compatriot onwards.

“Weren’t we supposed to not draw a crowd?” conscience uttered.

“Your fault,” grumpy spat.

“Oh hush,” Daxter interrupted, “and get movin’!”

All three started to run at that. Daxter relaxed against the gentle lull of a shoulder at full run, a wide grin across his face. Now he’d get there in a decent amount of time. He’d have to thank the Tattooed Wonder for giving him such a lovely ride, too. Daxter paused, then frowned, then wanted to cry at the realization he actually had to thank the asshole who called him a rat.

Torn stared at his communicator in faint horror, although Jak figured a good majority of that actually was for show. Torn had to be acutely aware of how uncomfortable this entire situation made the teen, give that Jak practically gouged his legs throughout a good chunk of the process. The act did serve to put Jak into a more comfortable mindset, comfortable enough that his eyes were black with dark eco—just tinged purple instead. His skin looked a bit paler than normal, but that could be associated to nerves rather than eco.

“Why is your rat insisting on riding one of my men up the elevator?” Torn’s voice practically squeaked at the end he wheezed so hard.

Jak scrubbed a hand through his now groomed, wrapped, and braided hair. It hung in twisted, braided dreadlocks that suited the young teen and at the same time felt like a punch to the gut. If Torn didn’t know that Jak happened to be the young kid he’d once looked after—and thus had to be related to the late King Damas—then the resemblance sure as hell would have told him as much. Granted Damas never did quite wear the locks as well as Jak could.

“Mar you have to have some Wastlander in you,” Torn muttered as he flopped onto the couch.

“What does that mean?” Jak blinked at the sudden non-sequitor.

“Your hair,” Torn waved a hand. “No Havenite can wear it like that so easily. You see it more on Wastelander’s than anything.”

Jak’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could get a word in about it Torn shifted and spoke up again.

“Seriously though what does that rodent think he’s doing anyway? He could put her at risk!”

“His name is Daxter,” Jak pointed out, “and he’s probably exhausted. I forgot how far Main Town is from the bar.” Jak leaned forward from his spot on the bed and scrubbed at his face. “He’s probably pissed about that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Do you like him nagging you or something?” Torn quarried. When Jak didn’t answer at first the commander shifted to stare at the teen, concerned.

Jak sighed. “…sort of.” He licked his lips. “It’s…I didn’t speak for a long time, Torn. Dax talking…it’s normal.” He smiled fondly. “He spoke for the both of us.”

“He still does,” Torn grumbled.

“Yeah.”

Despite being an ottsel Daxter at his core didn’t change. Jak relished in that, relished in how much his friend still remained his friend because damn if he didn’t regret that accident so much. He opened his mouth to speak some more when a sharp rap at the door sounded throughout the room. Torn got to his feet and Jak likewise pulled himself up.

They shared a glance—looks like it was showtime. Jak got to his feet, Torn shortly behind him. Jak wanted to get the door, but Torn motioned for him to stay—they’d gone over, repeatedly, in the wait for Daxter to show up and in the time that Torn worked on his hair, how the people around Jak were expected to act. How Jak would be expected to act. While it sat wrong with him to hang back, he still let Torn take the lead and open the door.

This whole insane plane hinged on Jak, after all, and if he didn’t show the right response at the right time then any credibility as being the last heir to the House of Mar wouldn’t matter. It grated to act like some damned nobleman when first and foremost Jak was anything but; still he waited, anxiously as evidenced by the slight shift from foot to foot. Torn slipped the door open, took one look out into the hallway, and sighed in relief.

“Ashelin,” Torn greeted sharply, and stepped back.

“Commander,” Ashelin responded in kind. She stepped into the room first, behind her followed an Underground fighter with Daxter perched precariously on her shoulder. Jak zeroed in on his best friend, and a small nervous smile flittered across his face.

No one said anything at first, or at least no one but Daxter and Jak. Jak’s little twitches—almost completely unnoticeable—clued Daxter into the bigger picture within a minute. The conversation went on much longer than that though, with an ever growing darker expression on Daxter’s face. The ottsel glanced between Jak, Torn, and Ashelin with a scowl until Ashelin couldn’t take it anymore.

“What!?” the young Praxis heiress snapped out. She looked to Torn for back up, but Torn refused to respond. He’d seen the silent communication in action too much to even attempt to counteract it.

“Nothin’,” Daxter said eventually after a pleading look from Jak and a slightly pulled face. “We’ve got a show to get on the road, right?”

“What do you mean we?” Ashelin demanded. “You were just delivery—”

“I ain’t leavin’ Jak to deal with just you,” Daxter shot back, “and my ride here ain’t either. We’re both goin’ an’ you’ll just hafta deal there princess. You roped Jak into this thing and ya better handle the consequences. We’re a pair an’ that is that.”

Jak smiled.

“Dax’s always had my back, Ashelin,” he said softly. “Besides, as I understand it if I just walk in with the Ruby Key they’re going to demand how a priceless artifact integral to this city’s history just so happened to disappear and then reappear with the House of Mar.”

Torn smiled, and nodded once in approval when Jak glanced his way. He spoke up to catch Ashelin’s attention. “Look at that Ashe, the kid has a knack for this,” he teased for a second before he added seriously, “He has a point and you know it. Especially when you know it was this very council that ousted the last King we had.”

“That was my father—” Ashelin counteracted, only to be cut off with a look.

“It might have been your father,” Torn said carefully, “but even your father can’t intimidate the other sage lines. At least three quarters of them had to be in agreement. Not to mention the other minor noble houses.”

Ashelin bit her lip, frustrated, but she had to admit Torn was right. Although neither of them had been there for the original banishment of the House of Mar, they both knew the aftermath intimately enough. Still—Ashelin turned toward Daxter and with a sharp look assessed the situation.

“You can’t just waltz in with the Ruby Key, either,” Ashelin pointed out. “You’re too involved with Jak.”

“Ah, but I’m involved officially as of this past year,” Daxter pointed out slyly. Jak didn’t bother to fight down his smile as Ashelin blinked in slight surprise and Daxter continued barreling on, head held high. “In fact I was quite the respected bug hunter up until the business went up in smoke; I merely stumbled across this here puppy,” Daxter patted his bag, “without knowin’ what it was. I’m just a poor ottsel—we’re not taught Haven’s history.”

“If anything Dax only realized what the Ruby Key was after he and I got involved,” Jak added softly, and completely convincingly. Any protest left Ashelin.

Torn glanced at them, then asked, “How will you explain your closeness?”

“How do you explain a soul brother?” Daxter shot back full of complete self-confidence.

“We click,” Jak shrugged, and it was the honest truth—he and Daxter had always just clicked like that.

Torn appraised them for a second more—and almost let out an amused snort when he realized the soldier before him was still star-struck and drooling; kids these days—before he nodded sharply. He turned to Ashelin and said, “They’re good.”

Ashelin looked ready to protest, so Torn stepped up to her and grabbed her shoulders. “They’re good, Ashe,” he said sharply. “Trust me.” It took a second longer before Ashelin let out an explosive breath. They’d wasted enough time already on this whole mess, and so with a sharp turn she motioned for the group to follow.

“Look alive soldier,” Torn said under his breath to the young girl. She jerked, flushed, and then straightened her back and fell into step just behind Jak.

#fic: patriciate #fanfic #fic: semblance #jak and daxter #accidentally king of haven #canon divergence #crossposted

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citrinekay · 5 years ago

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Prompt, for later: Bill and Holden are together for quite some time and keep it secret. One day Bill gets an invitation to a wedding with his +1, but he can't bring Holden so he throws it out. Holden finds it and tries to convince Bill to go alone, but Bill is adamant. Later he confesses to Wendy he wishes he could marry Holden. She describes marriage as a financial contract, BUT is secretly a romantic, so she tells him that even if marriage is impossible, he can propose and make his vows.

Ok I am taking a brief break from my long fic because I have not stopped thinking about this prompt since I got it. The gay yearning in this … i can’t 😭 Thank you, and here you go 💕:

The invitation comes on crisp, eggshell white stationary with watercolor lilacs and gold calligraphy lettering. It’s addressed to Bill, but at the bottom in the delicate, cursive lettering, it suggests he bring a plus one when RSVPing to help the two celebrate a day of “love that’s meant to be.”

He finds it between his water bill and a piece of junk mail, and almost immediately throws it in the garbage. It’s not that he doesn’t want to attend his old pal’s wedding. He knew the guy way back in the day when the BSU was first founded. Though they haven’t kept up over the years, Bill knows what kind of person he is - and who else will be at the wedding. A whole lot of FBI good ol’ boys, relics of the Hoover system, the principled type who would have undoubtedly thrown a fit if they knew Holden took “fellatio” and “cunnilingus” off the list of deviant terminology. Guys who would take one look at Bill bringing Holden as his plus one, and draw all kinds of conclusions - every single one of them correct.

The invitation sails into the garbage can on top of a paper plate spattered with day old ketchup.

Later that evening, Holden comes over with carry-out from the burger joint down the road, and a case of beer. Once they’ve gorged themselves on burgers and fries and shared two beers, Holden is snuggled up in his arms, half falling asleep while the television plays The Godfather.

The wedding theme is following him, Bill thinks. Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell him something.

He glances down at Holden’s flushed cheek nestled against his chest, his dark eyelashes shielding Bill from a glimpse of his pretty blue eyes. His hair is a tousled mess from Bill running his fingers through it, and the puckered swell of his lower lip has the same affect on him that always does: a deep, magnetic urge to kiss Holden senseless.

Bill glances back at the television screen, trying to focus his attention back on the film. He’s been through love and marriage, buying a house together, having a kid, all the normal things that are expected - or rather readily accessible - to a heterosexual couple. It’s confetti, icing on a cake when the batter would have been satisfying enough. He doesn’t need all that. What they have between them, secretly is good enough even if Bill can never take Holden as his plus one to a wedding, or walk down the aisle towards him in their own celebration of love meant to be.

He’s usually pretty good at giving himself a pep talk and moving on. This time, it doesn’t stick. He can’t bury his feelings, but he should have at least burned the invitation.

A few days later, they’re getting ready for work in the morning. Bill is standing over the kitchen counter drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper while Holden uses the blender to mix a smoothie. As the whir of the blender dies down, Holden turns to Bill with a curious gaze.

“Is everything okay with you?”

“What?” Bill asks, looking up from the paper. “Yeah. Why?”

“You’ve been quiet the past few days.”

“I have?”

“Yes.” Holden says, pouring out his smoothie into a glass. He takes a sip, leaving a milky line on his upper.

“You’ve got some …” Bill mutters, leaning over to kiss the smoothie off Holden’s mouth.

Holden leans into him, sighing into the kiss. He chuckles as he pulls his mouth away. “Hey, don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” Holden objects, freeing himself from Bill’s embrace.

“Holden, I’m fine. Really. I’m just tired.”

Holden stares him down for a moment before spinning around, and marching over to the side table where Bill keeps his bills in order. He pulls a slip of paper from the bottom of the stack, and holds it up.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with this?”

Bill recognizes the ketchup-stained wedding invitation almost immediately. He sputters in disbelief for a moment before scraping together a defensive retort. “First of all, you’re going through my trash?”

“It was sitting right on top.” Holden says, “Isn’t Jim a really old friend of yours?”

“Yes.” Bill says, tersely.

“Then why are you throwing out his wedding invitation?”

Bill presses his fingertips to the bridge of his nose, trying to quell his frustration. “Because.”

“Because why?” Holden presses, “Because it says plus one on here?”

Bill opens his eyes, casting Holden a narrowed gaze. Holden stares back at him with an expectant look, waiting for an explanation.

“Look, I’m probably not going to be able to attend anyway.” Bill says, “We’re out of town half of the time, and the other half we’re way too busy to be-”

“It’s on a Saturday.”

“I know, but it’s all the way in Newark and-”

“You could make time.”

Bill turns back to his newspaper, swallowing down a hot drink of coffee. It burns the back of his throat where an agitated knot is beginning to form.

“I don’t know why you fucking care.” He says, “Jim is my friend, and if I don’t want to go then that’s my business.”

Holden sighs, sounding a little wounded. “Fine. But I wouldn’t be upset if you went alone. I understand how it would look.”

“It isn’t that.” Bill says, sharply. “I don’t care what those people think of me.”

“Yes, you do.” Holden says, softly. “Every time you touch me you’re breaking the law.”

Bill looks up from the mass of little, black letters printed uniformly across the newspaper. His chest stings against the raw truth of what Holden is saying. The law is against them in every way, and they’re flirting with danger every time they so much as hold hands under the table in a restaurant. And to think, Bill had indulged himself in dreaming of Holden in a white chapel, his hair combed back and gleaming in the light, his chest sprouting with wedding day flowers.

“I’m sorry.” Holden says, “That was …”

“No, you’re right.” Bill says, “Come here.”

Holden lays the invitation down, and shuffles across the kitchen to Bill’s outstretched arm. Bill curls his arm around Holden’s neck, drawing him close to his chest.

Pressing a kiss to Holden’s temple, he whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I would tell the world that if I could.”

Holden nods against his chest, his voice meek and muffled, “I know.”

After a few silent moments, they slowly break away from one another to continue getting ready for work. Conversation is stifled as they kiss as the front door, and go their separate ways to their cars.

Bill doesn’t see much of Holden for the rest of the day. They’re slammed with requests from police precincts, both of them up to their ears in piles of crime scene photos and profiles.

Bill thinks that it might be best to create some distance. The exchange this morning felt like some kind of argument that they don’t know how to resolve, not a fundamental issue with one another but rather with their situation. It’s not a riddle to solve or a behavior to analyze. There’s no understanding the way he feels about Holden, no moral resolution he can slot them into to convince himself that it’s okay. It just is. The way the sky is blue and the grass is green, he wants Holden in every way possible, only he can’t have it. It seems like a design flaw in the universe. They shouldn’t be mad with each other, but who else is there to be angry with for giving them this beautiful thing that’s constantly under threat of extinction?

At the end of the day, Holden pokes his head into Bill’s office.

“I’m about to leave for the day.” He says, “You coming?”

“I’m going to finish this up.” Bill says, motioning to the profile in front of him.

Holden’s mouth purses in a line meant to hide his disappointment, but it shines clearly through his eyes. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Holden says, his gaze dropping towards the floor. “Bye.”

He turns to leave, and almost runs into Wendy who is on her way into Bill’s office. They exchange muttered goodbyes before Wendy slips past him into the office.

“I was just bringing you the application list.” She says, setting the folder on his desk. “You can look at it tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” Bill mutters, barely looking up from his notebook where his notes are scattered in nearly illegible chicken scratch.

Wendy pauses across the desk from him, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Was there something else?” He asks, taking his reading glasses off to meet her gaze.

“Is Holden okay?” She asks, her gaze reserved yet calculated.

“As far as I know.”

“He looked upset just now.”

Bill leans back in his chair, and lets out a sigh. He hesitates to tell Wendy their personal business, but she’s about the only person he trusts to unload on.

“Yeah, we um … we had a … I don’t know what you’d call it - disagreement - this morning.”

“Ah.” Wendy says, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bill glances away. He instinctively reaches for his cigarettes to soothe his nerves.

Wendy closes the door of the office, and comes back to take the chair across from him. She crosses her legs, and folds her hands patiently in her lap.

“An old buddy of mine is getting married.” Bill says, focusing on the tip of his cigarette catching flame. “I got the invitation the other day.”

“Okay.” Wendy says, slowly.

“I threw it away.” Bill says, taking drag of his cigarette, and tilting his head back to exhale smoke towards the ceiling. “Holden found it in the trash.”

Wendy’s head tilts to one side as she quietly analyzes this information.

Bill sighs, and shakes his head. “I don’t know. I thought I didn’t want to go because it said on the invitation that I should bring a plus one, and I know I can’t take Holden to that kind of thing. But, then he said something to me that …”

“What’s that?” Wendy asks, softly.

Bill stares at the singed tip of his cigarette, feeling the lump returning. He clears his throat against it, and pushes on, “Every time I touch him, I’m breaking the law.”

Wendy is quiet for a moment, absorbing the remark. “Is that how you feel?”

Bill glances up at her, a frown knitting his brow. “What do you mean?”

“Does it feel criminal?” She asks, “When you touch him.”

“No.” Bill whispers, “It feels … right. And, I suppose I didn’t realize it until he said it that the reason I didn’t want to go is because I don’t want to watch someone else get a second chance at marrying the love of their life when I don’t.”

“Your friend is remarrying?”

“Yeah.” Bill says, scoffing. “A third time, actually. I know for a fact he cheated on his ex-wife. So I guess it feels a little wrong that he gets to marry whoever the fuck he feels like, and I-”

He glances away, rubbing a hand over his mouth. Saying it aloud makes the truth of it burn worse, right down into his chest like acid.

“It is unfair.” Wendy says, “Heterosexual men and women get to abuse the constitution of marriage with impunity while you and I are left with the only thing we have - our privacy, a thing we must protect with our lives. At times, it feels like a struggle just to survive, and that very few people will ever understand what we experience every day.”

“So, what you’re saying is I shouldn’t isolate myself from Holden?” Bill asks, scoffing past the lump in his throat. “You’re probably right. I should apologize.”

“Yes, I’m saying that. But I’m saying something else, too.” Wendy says, smiling gently. “I’m saying that homosexuality has existed for centuries. It’s older than modern religion, and it’s much, much older than our government and their laws. Marriage, in the traditional sense, is a gathering and a celebration of two people who love each other very much. It isn’t defined by a courthouse or a piece of paper.”

Bill meets Wendy’s gaze, a smile tugging at his mouth. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“I had a lot of gay friends in Boston.” Wendy says, “They had marriage ceremonies all the time. Proposals, rings, vows, all of it. Perhaps it wasn’t valid in the eyes of the law, but that isn’t what mattered. It wasn’t a legal contract to them. It was a display of commitment and loyalty to someone they loved very much.”

“Wow.” Bill says, “That’s incredible.”

Wendy nods, and rises to her feet. “It’s not beyond your reach. Think about it.”

“I will. Thanks.”

She smiles, softly. “Have a good night, Bill.”

“You too.”

She slips out of the office, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Her words settle in slowly, past his frustrations at the injustices of the world. The clamor dies down, his emotions boiling down to one thing, one certainty - he loves Holden, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with him. Beyond that, the rest is melting away, inconsequential details, a few obstacles but none that he can’t hurdle.

Bill jumps up from his chair, leaving his cigarette half-smoked in the ashtray. The jewelry shop will be closing soon.

#bill x holden #mindhunter #my writing #purplebeetle

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steves-on-a-plane · 5 years ago

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If I Could Turn Back Time (Pt 1)

Words: 1101 Pairing: Han Solo x Leia Organa-Solo Timeline: *This is a time travel story* Timeline A is about six years before The Force Awakens & Timeline B is shortly after Return of the Jedi. Request: “What about a time Travel Where young Han and Older Han swap places from different time lines?” @rawyld Summary: Han has been dodging communications from his wife for weeks. He’s too ashamed that he hasn’t found Ben or Luke yet and too worried that they might never. After a heated discussion with the General of the resistance, Han finds himself transported back in time. Will reliving the past help Han better manage his present? This will be a multipart fic because I couldn’t fit it all in one, so let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one! <3

“Garrrhhhhggg.” Chewbacca the Wookie howled impatiently at his best friend and travel companion, Han Solo. Han was crouched down with his head tucked under the flight console. Their ship, The Millennium Falcon had given them a performance delay with some of the buttons and Han had long suspected faulty wiring. It should be expected what with the Corellian Freighter getting on in years. Come to think of it, Han was getting on in years too. Yeah, the old Captain sighed to himself, 57 was not a good look for Han Solo.

“Garrrhhhhggg.” Chewie howled again, waiting for Han to respond to him. Finally, Han poked his head out from under the flight consol.

“I know the comms are ringing! Trust me, Pal, they’re ten times louder down here. But in case you haven’t noticed, it’s probably Leia calling. She wants to know if we’ve had any luck finding Ben or Luke which obviously, we haven’t. But if you want to talk to her, be my guest. You know how she gets.” Han dove back under the console to continue his work.

Chewie decided he was going to answer the call anyway. He greeted Leia, sounding as cheerful as a Wookie could. Han often wondered if his lifelong friend preferred his wife over the scruffy-looking old Captain.

“Chewbacca.” Leia greeted her friend with a smile. “Is my husband with you?” Though hardly fluent in Shryiiwook, Leia had picked up enough to converse with her favorite Wookie. She waited for Chewbacca’s guttural response. “I see. He’s fixing the hyperdrive again you say? There’s always something wrong with that bucket of bolts…” Han knew she was only insulting the Falcon to get a rise out of him, but it worked. These days almost anything she said earned a quip from her husband.

“Listen here, General!” Han huffed, climbing out from under the flight console at last.

“Well, I thought the Hyper Drive was broken.” Leia scoffed. Though she managed to make it clear she knew Chewbacca had lied for him. “Now I know you were just avoiding me, Captain.” Han rolled his eyes. To think he actually used to like the hint of distain in her voice when she called him that. “I was calling to see if…”

“If we have an update on Ben or Luke? Well we don’t. Why do you think I ain’t called you yet?” He snapped.

“I was calling to see if you had any interest in coming home.” Leia asked. She ignored his short remarks and decided to reveal her feelings. A moment of weakness went a long way with Han. Or at least it used to.

“Home? I’m on the Falcon. I am home.” He told her decidedly. “And I’m not going back to no Resistance Base without my son.” Han reached over and flicked a switch, ending the transmission. Instantly Chewbacca began to lecture him.

“She’ll thank me when we find him.” Han insisted, already crouching back down. “Now you wanna help me with this or…” Han didn’t finish his sentence. As he fiddled with the wiring, he must have mixed two wires that shouldn’t have crossed, because there was a spark and a flash. Within seconds, Chewbacca was the caretaker of a suddenly unconscious Han Solo.

Han came to in the Captain’s Quarters of The Millenium Falcon. They looked a little cleaner than he remembered, but maybe, he rationalized, that Chewie had done some cleaning while he was out of it. With any lucky the Wookie had fixed the delay in the flight console too. Han walked out into the corridor, his limbs feeling looser and springier than they had in years. He should have accidentally electrocuted himself years ago. Han smirked as he rounded a corner. Even the walls of the ol’ ship looked cleaner. How long had he been unconscious?

“Han there you are!” Han whipped his head in the direction of a familiar voice. It couldn’t be. Standing at the cargo catch of the Falcon was Luke Skywalker, but not quite. At least not the way he remembered Luke the last time he’d seen him. Han blinked several times. Not believing his eyes. Luke looked about thirty years younger.

“What’s a matter, buddy?” Luke tilted his head with concern. Holy Force. It was hard for Han to believe any of them had ever looked so young. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Luke laughed. It was the young carefree laugh of a young Jedi whose life’s work had yet to be burned to the ground.

Han looked down at his own hands. Thirty years of calluses, scars and wrinkles were gone. He felt his face, it too felt tighter and void of wrinkles. Han practically collapsed into the booth next to the not nearly old enough holochess board. He covered his face with one hand, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

“Hey, Leia! I think something’s wrong with Han!” He heard Luke call out of the open cargo hatch.

“What do you mean?” Leia complained. “He’s been sleeping for almost a standard day!” Han peaked up, just in time to see Leia step into the ship. Seeing Leia de-aged thirty years was enough to make his heart stop. She looked breathtaking as ever in a soft flowing powder blue dress he hadn’t seen on her in ages. Her hair was twisted up in a complicated network of braids that only Leia could make look easy. There was fire in her eyes that he hadn’t seen since Ben had disappeared. She propped an elbow up on Luke’s shoulder and offered Han a lopsided smirk.

“You’re right Luke, maybe there is something wrong with him. This is the longest I think he’s ever gone without speaking in his entire life.” She nodded at Han. “What’s the matter flyboy? Ewok got your tongue?”

“Hey what’s going on in there?” Yet another familiar voice could be heard shouting from the base of the cargo hatch. “We’re burning daylight!”

“Lando?” Han couldn’t believe his ears. He and Leia hadn’t heard from Lando in years. Either he’d gone back in time or Han was experiencing an extremely lucid and vivid dream. He decided to just roll with it for now. Maybe it was just a trick of the Force. He was sure he’d wake up under the flight console soon.

“What’s going on with you?” Leia asked, dropping her arm from Luke’s shoulder. Her tone changed as she moved closer to Han. “Are you getting sick?”

“Nah, it must just be hyperspace sickness or something.” Han shook his head and rose to his feet.

#Han Solo #Han Solo FF #Han Solo Fan Fic #Han Solo Fan Fiction #han solo x leia organa #Leia Organa-Solo #Time Travel AU #Old Man Han #Young Han Solo #All Hans are my favorite #requested #If I Could Turn Back Time #SW AU #Star Wars AU

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mordellestories · 5 years ago

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The Babes with the Power

A Beetlejuice/Labirynth crossover.

Drabble on Ao3 by mordelle

Summary: All Jareth wants to do is mope in peace, but he is faced with an unwanted guest. A certain poltergeist finds himself in the Fae Realm and needs to find a way into the Goblin King's good graces if there is to be any hope of finding his way back to his bride he unintentionally left at the altar. Can Betelgeuse con his way out this pickle? Not without finding some common ground with his Royal Glitterness, that's for sure. (AN: Rated M for language and handsy-ness. Post both films and utterly ridiculous.)

He was moping. Again. He had every right to his melancholic melodrama, thank you very much, because who wouldn’t curse their very existence after having been scorned by the person you had offered the very world to? True, their meeting was not supposed to take place until much later in Sarah’s life. She was a child for goodness sake! So immature. So whiny and predictable and he could not understand how she’d ever mature enough to catch his interest. Mortals grew older, but not necessarily wiser. However, she had said the words and he had to oblige. Those were the rules. And then it had happened. Somehow, she had gotten under his skin and he could see why his precious crystals had shown him they were fated to be together. Why had the gods hurried their meeting? Jareth was unsure. Perhaps it was to open his heart to her. Or maybe it was to curb her less than attractive, naive qualities. It hardly mattered now, the Goblin King had pledged his heart and soul to an ungrateful, spoiled, infuriating, beautiful, witty, powerful—

“WHERE THE FUCK AM I NOW?!” A grating voice blared and echoed in the unusually empty throne room.

Jareth snapped his head up to find a solitary figure wearing a grimy striped suit, smack in the middle of the large room, back facing him. The intruder growled and gesticulated wildly at the air right before whirling around. The unwanted guest suddenly rooted in place when he realized he was not alone.

“Oh! Didn’t see ya there, pal!” The dead man - yes, definitely a dead man - called out apologetically.

Jareth did have not the strength to bother with the lowly ghost so, he sighed and continued his lounging, dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling once more. He barely had the strength to talk to it but he wanted to be alone. “Begone, specter,” he muttered forlornly, “I do not have the patience to entertain the dead tonight.”

The striped ghoul frowned and looked at his surroundings once more. Furrowing his brow, he edged closer to the... man? “Hey, uh, I’d love nothin’ more than ta get outta that beautiful mane o’ yers, but uh... I don’t even know where I am.”

Jareth sighed and waved a hand before him, a crystal ball appeared at once. He peered deeply into its depths to gather information on the soul. “You’re in my castle. In the Goblin City beyond the Labyrinth... Betelgeuse.”

“Ah shit,” the poltergeist pinched the bridge of his nose to keep from imploding with rage. “I’m gonna kill ya, Juno. The fuckin’ fae plane?! Really?!” He shouted, knowing full well his former boss couldn’t hear him. Betelgeuse checked himself quickly and changed his tone. “ Your castle?” He asked with sudden hope. “So, you the... eh...” he wasn’t sure whether to say King or Queen so, he settled for the safest route, “ ruler of this joint?”

The King vanished his scrying tool, sat straighter on his throne, and looked the ghost in the eye. “Indeed. I don’t really care, mind you, but how is it that you’ve come to be here? I made no summons.”

Betelgeuse sighed with relief. A Fae Royal would have enough power to send him straight to Lydia’s side, pass go, collect two-hundred dollars, and shove it down the old bitch’s slit throat! Fairies were tricky little bastards, though. To make a deal with one could have dire consequences. His Fae lore might be a little rusty, but everyone knew they were tricksters by nature. Just plain old common knowledge. Good thing he was quite the con man, himself. However, this was a Royal, he had to be somewhat reasonable… right? Betelgeuse decided to be cautious and give him as few details as possible. The fairy had already divined his name. Hopefully, his Royal Glitter-ness didn’t know anything else about him. He sighed heavily and dramatically.

“Long story, buddy. Don’t really have time to tell it. I need to get back the mortal realm as soon as possible. I’ve been gone long enough already. Ya see,” he began as he placed a moldy hand to his heart and put his most pitiful face on, “I’ve been tragically separated from my beloved bride.” He dried an invisible tear and sniffed. “She’s probably worried sick about me, ya think, maybe ya can send me home? Get me outta here? I don’t got the juice to get me that far and—“

“How tragic ,” the King interrupted, playing along with the ghouls pathetic tale. “Well, my unfortunate friend, it appears you’ve dropped in at a most interesting time.” Jareth smiled most mischievously as he stood up and meandered past the ghost to a window. “You see, I too have been recently robbed of my future Bride.” Jareth glanced at his destroyed city below him while the Goblins went around in circles trying to make repairs. Of course, they were getting nowhere.

Betelgeuse inwardly screamed in victory. What were the chances that he had his own little sob story about a chick? This gave them common ground, which was perfect to help lower the King’s inhibitions. Swallowing his impulse to cackle, the poltergeist moseyed his way near the Fae King and peeked out the window. “What are the odds, huh?!” At the sight of the destruction below, he let out a loud whistle and clapped a hand on the taller man’s shoulder. “What, uh, what happened here?”

Jareth sent a warning, sideways glance to the offending hand on his person. The ghost had the good sense to remove it. “ She happened.” He said with a mixture of annoyance and sadness.

Betelgeuse couldn’t help but snort with amusement. “She wrecked you too, huh? Women! Man, if I tell ya what my little lady put me through, ya wouldn’t believe it. There’s a reason they’re Eve’s progeny, know what I mean?”

Jareth raised an eyebrow and turned to the sexist ghoul. “Why do you seek her out, then? Do wish to punish her?” He didn’t care really, but his curiosity was piqued.

Betelgeuse was taken aback by the odd and ominous question. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably and scratched at his mossy, stubbled chin.

“Punish? Nah.”

He waved the thought away. Not that he wasn’t going to have more than a few words with her when he got back though. A deal was a deal. The little backstabber needed to understand a few things about loyalty to one's husband, but no, he had no intention of hurting Lydia. She was just a kid, after all. A fact he was unaware of until Juno gave him the lecture of a millennium. It didn’t really bother him. She was just a key to his freedom, but being a standup guy that he was, he had every intention of making sure his new wife got all the husbandly attention she would ever need... when she was ready, of course. Happy wife, happy afterlife and all that. He figured it’d take some years to get into her good graces anyway. He did leave quite a shit storm behind.

“I’m just a regular ol’ Joe in love,” he lied like a pro. Although, there was serious potential to fall head over heels for the sweet, little goth. She was pretty and loved the strange and unusual, and there was no one in life or death who was stranger or more unusual than the Ghost With the Most. “Plus,” he continued, again bringing a hand to his chest, “I take my vows pretty seriously. What’s a man worth if he can’t keep his word, huh?”

“Indeed.” Jareth nodded in agreement. Intrigued, the Goblin King turned around and made his way to the barrels of Fairy Wine. He conjured two goblets and tossed one to his guest. “Let us drink to our fair ladies then, spirit!” He poured himself some wine as Betelgeuse walked over to him.

“Ah, not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but you’ll be wastin’ yer fine vintage on me. Can’t taste the stuff or get drunk. Part o’ the whole being dead thing.”

“Nonsense!” The King exuberated while he poured his guest a glass and held it out for him. “I insist.” There might have been a hint of warning in his tone. He did not like defiance.

Betelgeuse caught his drift and smirked. “Sure.” He took the goblet and waited for the guy’s next move.

Jareth smiled and held up his glass. “To love, however treacherous and ungrateful she may be.”

“Cheers ta that!” They clinked their goblets and drank. The moment the wine hit his lips, Betelgeuse’s eyes bugged out. “Holy Mother o’ Pearl!” He could taste its sickly, sweet bouquet, and not only that, he could feel it warming his essence. Betelgeuse started to chug.

Jareth’s genuine laugh rang out as he watched the ghoul finish the contents of his glass. Betelgeuse wiped his mouth with his sleeve and let out a belch that could rival a giant’s. “You’re welcome,” Jareth snickered and motioned for him to get a refill. “Have as much as your dead heart desires.”

“Don’t mind if I do, yer majesty!” It was a done deal, the tall weirdo was his new favorite person.

Jareth took his seat on his throne and eyed the ghost with interest. “So, Betelgeuse, your bride is mortal?”

After downing another glass with gusto, he hiccuped and poured himself another. “Oh, uh, yeah. Heh! I was hauntin’ her house, nothin’ personal, just business, ya know? And, uh, well, as soon as I saw her, I just knew she was special. Know what I mean?”

“I do, in fact.” He could tell the ghost was already feeling the effects of the wine when he wobbled for a moment and blinked in confusion. “Might want to slow down, old man.”

“Yeah.” He burped again and decided it might be best to sit. After all, he hadn’t gotten hammered since his living days and had no idea how this would affect him. He pulled up a chair near the King and sipped at his beverage. “Anyway, she asked me to do her a favor, huge favor by the way, and then…” he shook his head and suddenly burst into tears, “she hasn’t called! Not once!” He heaved and sobbed, then stopped suddenly, disgusted with himself. “Why th’ fuck amma cryin’?!”

“Because your drunk,” Jareth said simply with a tilt of his head.

“Damn! Thiz iz some shit!” He was chuckling again.

The King scowled. He could sympathize with the poor fool. “I too went out of my way to cater to my lady and she scorned me. I manipulated time, created a portal between our worlds--”

“Speakin’ o’ dat,” the drunk slurred and held up a finger, “wanna he-HIC-help a brother--”

“She left me for her mundane, mortal world.”

“Chicks.” Betelgeuse shook his head. “Kent unnerstand why anyone wou-would leave, uh…” He gave the fairy a once over and scrunched up his face in an attempt to come up with a compliment. “Sucha, uh, hair, like you, ya know?”

“A hair?” Jareth raised a brow questioningly.

“Heir! Ya know, heir of, like royalty n’ shit.” He thought it was a nice save considering his current inebriation.

“Ah, well, I suppose it couldn’t be helped.” Jareth sighed and stared into his goblet. “I pushed her away. Scared her off for her own good. Still hurts like hell though.” He took a swig.

“Wait. Whuuuut? Why’dya do that for?”

“Because she’s fifteen in mortal Earth years. Barely a woman yet.”

“What the hell ya doing messing with a kid?!” He conveniently forgot Lydia’s age at the moment.

Jareth’s eyes turned to daggers at the insinuation. “She and I are fated to mary in the future. I, however, did not seek her out. She came to me .”

It was like someone had slapped Betelgeuse in the face. What the fuck was this guy saying? Who the fuck was this fruitcake talking about? The stories were too similar from what he was hearing. Two powerful, supernatural beings both dumped by teenagers. Or… teenager? He pushed down his rage and tried to think logically, which was proving to be difficult. He needed to be careful, but he also needed answers.

“Heh, sorry there, your Highness. Don’t mind me… I guess I’m just… erm… projectin’. Yeah, that’s right. See..” he set his goblet down and hunched over, placing his forearms on his lap as if to tell him a secret. “I’m on the same boat.” He gave the King a wink.

Jareth narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “How so?”

“Well, I don’ wancha ta get the wrong idea or anythin’ but…” he paused for dramatic effect, “my mortal is fifteen too.”

All of Jareth’s former amusement vanished. “Is that so?” He took a casual sip from his glass.

Betelgeuse no longer kept up any pretenses. He could sense the tension rising between them as they stared each other down. It was time to get his answers. “Yeah. Poor kid. She wanted to be saved from her pitiful, boring life and come to the other side.”

Ever so slowly, the Goblin King set his goblet aside and sniffed loudly. “You remind me of the babe.” He said as he surmised the same thing Betelgeuse had thought.

There was no way in hell that he’d give up his freedom to Mister Buldge, yeah he saw it, no way he’d ever give up his babes. With a snarl, Betelgeuse shot to standing and jutted a finger in the fairy’s direction. “WHAT BABE?!”

Jareth stood quickly and braced himself for a fight. “The babe with the power!”

“What the…?” That threw him. “What power?”

“The power of voo--”

“What the fuck is her name ?!” The poltergeist had lost all patience.

“How do I know you won’t pretend she is another to save your hide?” He spat as he pointed his horse crop at the ghoul.

Betelgeuse threw his hands in the air in frustration, then came up with a solution. “Okay, how ‘bout this? We say her at the same time. Okay?”

“Fine.”

“Alright, one, two, three--”

“LYDIA” “SARAH” They yelled in unison.

There was a pregnant pause before Jareth’s laughter bounced off the walls. The threat extinguished, Betelgeuse relaxed and chortled.

“Well, well,” Jareth smiled, “what a pair we make. You’re quite amusing, poltergeist.” He magically refilled their goblets and beckoned Betelgeuse closer. “I’m glad to have you as my guest for as long as you’re staying.”

“Yeesh,” the ghost looked at his watches and grimaced. “Yeah, about that. I was hopin’ you’d open a portal fer me? Now that were pals?”

“Not possible.” He replied resolutely.

“Aw, c’mon, help a guy out!”

“I can only open a portal when someone wishes aloud for me to take a baby away.”

Betelgeuse blinked twice. “So, yer sayin’ that you… can’t leave… without being… summoned.”

“That’s correct.”

He was trapped. Again. “And, uh, how often would you say that happens?” He asked dryly, knowing the answer.

Jareth smiled wickedly as he wrapped an arm around him. “Let’s just say we’re going to be the best of bosom companions.”

“Fuck me,” Betelgeuse breathed.

“I’d be delighted,” the King murmured into his mossy ear with a leer.

Betelgeuse slowly turned his guarded gaze to his host to see if he was serious. He was serious. “I’m sortuva... ladies man, ta tell ya the truth,” he gruffed quietly.

“I see,” he replied, his smile never faltering. “Well, we have plenty of goblin women who I’m sure would be interested.”

The specter shuddered. He had seen what those goblins looked like when he peered out the window into the city. “No, er, humans, female fairies?”

“Afraid not, old chap.” He tightened his grip on his new favorite toy and gave him a suggestive wink. “We need to wait for our young brides to grow up anyway, and who knows how long it’ll take for us to leave this realm. You know what they say,” he gave the specter another lecherous grin, “time flies when you’re having fun.

Betelgeuse took stock of the feminine-looking male next to him and scratched his head. The flowing blonde hair, the makeup, the glitter… he ignored looking past his belt. Maybe with a little more wine…? Throwing his head back, the Ghost with the Most swallowed the entire contents on his goblet. His vision blurred some when he finally looked to his shimmery host again.

“Well-ah, like my dear ol’ mom always said… ‘a hole, is a hole, is a hole.’” He shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it.”

Before he could regret his decision, he turned into his host swiftly, grabbed a handful of bulge and sighed. “Yep-ah. Definitely a dick.”

THE END.

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im-tops-bottom · 6 years ago

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After Hydra brought down total destruction, Earth was nothing more than a baron wasteland. They recruited anyone who believed in "hail Hydra" and took out everyone else. If people became unruly or traitors then they were imprisoned or became slaves. Nothing more to it. Or so they thought.

James Barnes aka Hydras winter soldier aka alpha Bucky drove on his motorbike down a desert highway. He became a lone soldier the moment he got out of Hydras clutches.

While gathering some supplies he gets jumped by some Hydra agents. He fights back and finds help along the way. Help beimg a ragtag of misfits who was led by

"Stevie?"

"Hey Bucky. Good to see you again"

Bucky is taken to their secret hideout which is an underground building that used to belong to shield.

"welcome to the Avengers safehouse"

The Avengers he met were Falcon ("just call me Sam), Hawkeye ("Clint at your service"), Banner ("our star studded omega of the group likes to call me Dr Jackyll and my other form Mr Hyde. Just call me Bruce"), Black Widow ("I know who you are but do you remember me?"), War Machine ("hey I'm Rhodey. Nice to meet ya") and

"where's Tony?"

"he took off again"

"ugh okay sorry Bucky but you're gonna have t-"

"HELLLOOOOO ITS ME!"

"nevermind"

Tony comes around the corner and freezes. He's wide eyed as he stares at Bucky. After several intense seconds he shakes it off before smiling at Steve.

"hey buddy ol' pal. Spoke with T'Challa. He's recruiting. He found Hill and Fury so it'll be easier to find people willing to help. No one can say no to Saint Nick. No seriously. Try and say no. I tried so many times and I was still pushed into joining this stupid boy band that I love very much. Now I that I recognize you, hi Winter Wonderland. You can call me Tony. "

Bucky soon learns how much of a handful Tony can be. Bucky has been sent mission after mission alongside different team mates to save Tony every damn time he leaves. Thank God Tony with the help of this Shuri lady makes a whole new amd stronger arm for him as well as upgraded weapons. Who knew stun rods could be exciting.

At one point Bucky has to do a solo mission amd that's when things get hectic because surprise surprise he has to go an save Tony. This time however Bucky gets taken along with Tony by new super Soldiers.

While in their cell, Tony goes into heat and Bucky helps out. It turns into a shit show as both Tony and Bucky bite each other's bond marks, scent each other and Bucky knots the living shit out of Tony.

Madam Hydra (shocked at first) becomes pleased by this as she can use it to not only control the two but once the babies born she can claim it as her own and kill the parents.

She was expecting to put up a fight while she tried to get Tony to build something what she wasn't expecting though was for not only Bucky (who let the winter soldier loose) to break out of his cell and kill the guards but for the "holy shit" Avengers to rescue them. She fled while her base burned to the ground promising that she will have Tony's baby one day and to sleep with bo- oh nevermind she got shot in the head by

"Clint my favorite alpha in the whole wide world"

"I feel like I should be offended with you saying that while you smell like Bucky's mate"

A nervous Tony sits on the couch at their safehouse while Steve and Bucky argue about everything.

Steve was in love with Tony and wanted to claim Tony. He was not happy with his best friend getting to do that instead. Damn Hydra for kidnapping them.

"why don't the both of you share me?"

"what?"

"oh please Steve I know how you feel about me. I may not be fully there yet but just like Bucky I'm willing to give it a go"

"what about Bucky's baby? Hes not gonna be too happy with me going near you"

"maybr you should prove to me that I should trust you. It was a mistake with what happened but it's a good one. Show me i can trust you around them and then once the babies born we can properly talk about everything"

"Bucky"

"look I'm not gonna be there 24/7 so if you want in on this then show me I can feel safe knowing my pregnant mate is with capable hands helping him. We don't have to go on mission together so onr can look after Tony but if it comes down to it then there are other people in the house as well that can help out"

"okay okay fine. Anything for Tony"

"great show us how much you care and cherish Tony and am willing to be in a committed relationship and I'll think about letting you mate wth him as well. Who knows? Maybe after my baby is born you can have your own one too"

2 years later the Avengers and shield havr taken down Hydra for good. They plan on restoring the planet to it's former glory with the help of some people who can bring back the dead.

Tony sits outside drinking a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows as he watches his two kids run around playing with their dads. All 4 in their wolf forms. Tony smiles as he sits back and let's out a content sigh.

"nothing can get any better than this"

#Stuckony #winteriron #stony #abo #mpreg of sorts

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solivcgant · 5 years ago

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123456786.9 | send me a number and ill make a post about you

remember when we once were v srs rpers. and had threads that didn’t involve eiji sighing in COMPLETE and utter defeat. bc i don’t. i vaguely do but SH. our poor mutuals probably lowkey judge us with how crack filled our threads and answered asks can be. but you know what. we are the meme DREAM team. the team where the memes never end even when we jump blogs or switch between muses. so we can proudly embrace that.

i am THANKFUL that we were able to meet during the small moment of live in the sao rpc. and that your muses do not take eiji’s prickly and EDGY attitude personally. because even though eiji acts so anti-social with your muses and always has his resting annoyed face when kazuto is around trying to get his attention for friendship. deep down.

like DEEP DEEP DEEP down.

eiji is grateful that kazuto doesn’t stop trying to befriend and hang out with him. even if it means kazuto has to be OVERBEARING and make eiji hangout with him with threats of asuna and yuuna wanting them to be friends. kazuto has that ... single tracked mind once he sets his goals... he won’t stop until he’s reached that goal. which is very unfortunate for antisocial eiji. i’ll never forget the time we joked about eiji pretending to have airpods or earphones in to ignore kazuto talking.

and then with good ol wolfboi. cries. he’s trying his best to hang out with eiji but eiji is legit the meme who sees him and suddenly starts walking faster.. while going the OTHER way. but that does nothing bc like two seconds later eiji finds an arm draped around his shoulder going “hey buddy ol’ pal.” and eiji just sighs internally but puts up with it.

anywho!! enough about me rambling about our muses. i ADORE writing with you and memeing around. especially when we send each other those anime memes from that one blog. even though i KNOW you’re the one who moderates it hMM. you can’t trick me. not after we’ve known each other this long. i can’t wait to write more with you in 2020 and have eiji just look up at me in exasperation bc ‘ why ‘

2020 the year the meme dream team finally does more than meme with the fighting emote. this time we will meme with fighting emote and WORDS. bc our muses are gonna fight. in a game bc that’s the most they’ll do tbh.

#sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ | ooc #ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ | answered

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brg-has-moved-follow-link · 6 years ago

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A New Path:Chapter1-The Broken Guardsmen

Summery: Post FFXV,

The world recovering from the damages of war and the darkness arises with a new king, one directly bonded with the crystal of their star. Having no real choice in the matters at hand the Blind King ascends his throne to protect the people of Eos from the dark deamon hordes that still roam the lands and to unite the people under the new sun. Though he is unsure of his new found duties and the tasks at hand, Royal Adviser Argentum sets forth to be the best he possibly can as he recovers from injuries sustained in the final battle with the darkness. As he attempts to keep his heart and head on the correct paths. Also recovering Amicitia Finds his new position within the kingdom to be far more difficult than he expected as larger responsibilities are laid on him as well as getting use to being the shield to his new king

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Chapter 1: The Broken Guardsmen

A disgusted look crossed a worn face, as his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror as he opened his faded wardrobe. A slender hand ran across a still healing scar on his chest, the sting persisted from the stitches holding him together. The Red scars over old, a gash over his nose, to the sick purplish, bluish, green bruises covering his body, all seemed to only stand out more on his pale skin. It had only been a little over a week since the Suns return from a ten year hiatus, but it wasn’t like everyone was hitting the beaches to tan just yet. And it wasn’t like he was very tan before the whole event, but he looked sickly white compared to what once was. The Shaggy haired blond grimaced pulling a dark colored yet elaborate silver detailed front tank top over his head, grabbing the wide leather bracelet out of habit closing the armoires he kept his things in with a deep sigh. Another day in the apocalypse in the light, heading for the door he snapped the bracelet over the barcode on his wrist. Straightening the strap of leather before he lifted the CrownsGuard coat off the hook on the back of the door throwing it on as he stepped out of his apartment. At least with the long sleeves and below his ass tail on the jacket it made sure most of the damage he suffered was hidden. The Slight limp he had wasn’t as easy to hide as the bruises, yet luckily it wasn’t a long walk to the train that would take him across town to the castle.

As he walked his cell phone buzzed in his breast pocket of his jacket, glad he had stuffed it in there before his morning shower he went digging for the device. Once out and firmly in hand he hit the green accept.

“Damn it Prompto Where are you?” Came the gruff voice of Gladio as he lifted the phone to his ear.

“Well good morning to you too, I’m headed to the Train Station as we speak.” Prompto said weaving through a few city folk. “What’s the rush anyway?”

“You are not going to believe the shit I have to say, So hop your ass on that train i’ll pick you up at the station.” The beeping told him the call had ended.

Prompto gave a look to his phone before flicking his eyebrows in a sort of shrug. What would he not believe exactly? Curiosity had him, he shoved his phone back in his pocket as he made the short yet painful trip up the stairs to the station. Yeah that knee was going to be something he was going to live the rest of his life with, he thought. Looking to the large analog clock, he nodded to himself before walking over and leaning on the elaborate base. Taking the weight off his bad leg he rested his head back, maybe he should have taken the pain killers he was given. But at least there was something to lean on for three minutes, and he hoped his knee doesn’t blow walking to the train.

Running his fingers through his hair his head turned hearing the blaring horn from the train that would take him across town. The screeching sound and rumbling of the train coming to a stop just angered his knee and stitches more. Pushing off the clock he headed toward the doors that parted as a flow of people exited the train. After all the passengers filed off he slipped in claiming one of the open window length seats. If anything he didn’t want to get caught standing the whole trip as the tracks may still have been in service but some areas still needed to be smoothed out. The dinging warning that the doors were closing meant there was going to be light passengers for this trip. Music to his ears as he wouldn’t have to worry about a full train and people bumping into him.

His peaceful trip come to an end when he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in six years.

“Hey, You’re that Argentum Guy, Prompto right?”

Oh for the love of Six strike him down now. Prompto turned his head to the man in question that dropped down in the seat next to him.

“It’s your old buddy ol pal Dino, Dino Ghiranze yous guys did a couple jobs for me back in the day.” Same Grey hair same irritating face.

“Yeah I remember, I almost was eating by a giant bird because of you.” Prompto informed crossing his arms attempting to not start anything with the ‘reporter’

“Awe, but you weren't.” Dino made himself comfortable setting his arm along the back of the seats. “So’s you got any news to tell? Any juicy tales from the battlefield, how about yous guys fight at the castle bringing back our glorious sun?”

“I have No Comment.” Prompto wasn't going to take responsibility for what he might do if the guy leaned any closer to him. He wasn’t sure if it was the whole blackmail to get jewels for the guy, or his twisted stories he had been so lucky to read over the years, but he just didn’t like this guy.

“Awe come on a reporter has to report something, How about any word on the News from the castle?”

Sighing he shook his head, “Look I was just sort of let out of the hospital so i’m not exactly up to date on the current events.”

“Hospital? You look to be in one piece.” Dino leaned back in his seat crossing his legs. “Glad to see you in one piece though, So did the other two wict you make it?”

So word wasn’t traveling to far, He gave a simple nod as an answer. Yeah they had made it through ungodly battles with gods and old kings and like a million deamon horde. Yet here they were broken and beaten but still standing.

“Wells that’s good news, not much is getting past the council where yous guys fight is concerned. But It’s Obvious yous guys won the battle and there are lots of confirmed victories from the glaives making headlines. Course most want to hear how the team of four worked out.. Guess i should extend my condolences for the loss of your friend and our last king Noctis. May he Rest In Peace.”

Prompto sat forward and hung his head, like he needed to be reminded of that. It was hard enough to walk to the castle that day knowing that at least one of them wasn’t returning. But with Dino saying it only made it all sink in, his best friend, before he knew he was a friend wasn’t coming back this time.

“Awe Gee, i didn’t mean to upset yah.” Dino said having seen the CrownsGuards reaction.

“No, it’s fine. Thank you for the condolences.” Prompto said sitting back up feeling a little more dead inside.

“HEY EVERYONE THE COUNCIL IS GOING TO NAME A NEW KING!”

Prompto wasn’t quite sure how far back in the train car that news had come from but it had the irritating one out of his seat.

“Well now that’s a story, was good talking to yous tell the other two I said Hi would yah? Keep in touch, Kapish.”

“Oh... yeah, sure.” Prompto said as the grey haired reporter headed off to find the voice. He sighed with relief as he didn’t have to deal with Dino anymore, but then his brain took over. Who, what, and wow that was fast. The thoughts running through his head, Who could be King? Did Noct have some Secret brother? Or Was there some other royal family that was in line to take over after...no. Wait Maybe that was what Gladio was on about, with the information he would never believe?

He felt the train slowing as they arrived at his stop, Crown City, Center Station to be exact. The central point almost every train stopped at this station from around the crown city. Since it was the closest stop to the Castle towers building, funny he had been there less than two weeks ago and had to walk there on foot after the Regalia was wrecked. Which he needed to ask about that car, if anything he didn’t want to see it sitting in a junkyard.

Once the train came to a complete stop Prompto pushed himself to his feet and walked his busted body out of the train car.

“Prompto!”

He turned to the sound of Gladios voice, not like a six six tower with coal black hair was hard to miss in full CrownsGuard attire with his arm in a sling.

‘Gladio, Hows the Arm?” Prompto ask heading over to him about as fast as his knee was going to let him.

“Probably feeling about as good as your knee is. Why are you not wearing the brace?”

“Because the brace can’t be worn with the boots, and i’ll settle for what keeps my kneecap in place at this point. So Where is the car before it blows out and you have to carry my ass?”

“HA! Yeah i’ll one arm dead carry you if that’s the case.” He joked, Gladio wasn’t much better off one arm broken in two places along with a few fractured ribs, and guessing covered in just as many bruises and scratches as Prompto. He turned and headed for the stairs down to the street, Gladio kept his steps short for his shorter legged friend.

“So where is Iggy?” Prompto asked using the railing more than he wanted as he made his way down the stairs.

“I don’t know, i haven’t heard from him in a couple days, but he’s probably doing what we should be and recovering. Course he might also be super busy with the council putting together the memorial, which is something i need to ask about today. Don’t let me forget that.”

“Ok, I’ll forget to tell you about remembering the thing you want to ask about.” Prompto said trying to lighten the mood and it was easier to say through his teeth.

Gladio shook his head looking over his shoulder slowing to a stop. “Thanks, and are you ok? I didn’t know a pale guy could go that pale and still be standing.”

“CAR, Just keep walking.” Prompto grunted walking past him only to have Gladio switch his walking pace to match.

“Sit in the front, it’s the blackish one there in the middle.” gladio half ass pointed with his busted arm.

“Sucks breaking your dominant arm doesn’t it?” Prompto stated seeing the gesture as he b-lined for the car in question. He had done that once as a kid falling from a tree trying to get the perfect photo over the wall, but it did get him out of a few writing class assignments which made it not all bad.

“No Doubt.”

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Please forgive me as i haven't actually played this game since i lack a new enough console, so not all characters or places will be 100% cannon but i will attempt to do my best. Constructive Criticism is welcome as well as feedback so i can improve my writing skills.

This is also a open contorting head cannon for the concept idea that is in a constant state of change so hold onto your butts, because i don't even know where this is going at this point. It's Promnis with a Demi God Ignis is my only complete thought.

Anyway Thanks for reading!

#Final Fantasy 15 #ffxv #gladiolus amicitia #iris amicitia #dino ghiranze #gladio #Ignis Scientia #Ignis #Prompto #prompto argentum #Promnis #fanfiction #A New Path #Writing #The true king scientia #i suck at writing but i like to do anyway #post ffxv story

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bcemina · 7 years ago

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hello pals!! i’m acacia (satan), i’m twenty years old, i use she/her pronouns and i hail from the pst timezone! i’m hella excited to be in a lil ol group again because i haven’t been in one since like... idk?? but enough about me — let’s get to the good stuff aka bae mina. anyways, if you like this, i’ll take it as an invitation to IM you for plots, so be careful!! ♡

is that kim chungha ?? no, that’s just bae mina, a 21 year old dj/sephora mua. the cisfemale has been described as witty but is also known as cynical. she resides in 613 !!

BACKGROUND + TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse

to kick things off, mina’s father passed away before she was born. leading her mother to dating an array of men to cope with the sadness. often times neglecting her daughter, with the exception of the times she brought in successful report cards.

when she was thirteen, her mother married a man who physically abused mina any chance he had. especially when mrs. bae started cheating on him. so mina recoiled around music for a few years.

being an only child, she had to keep herself entertained. she started off with the piano, but got too impatient. eventually steering towards percussion instruments. then ultimately discovering the art of DJing!! her goal is to become a producer one day.

she also had to teach herself a lot of basic life skills. since her mother wasn’t around too much. luckily, she had the internet at her fingertips and stubbled upon makeup tutorials on youtube.

eventually she became a freelance makeup artist to make some $$$ on the side. saving up for the day she turned eighteen...

and once she had turned eighteen, mina packed her things and moved very very very far away. her mother tries to contact her every now and then but most of the time she just ignores her calls.

now, she works at sephora as a makeup artist (lives off the employee discount) and also lands dj gigs frequently. mina is pretty content with her life at the moment.

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY: mina’s personalty is quite something. she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s witty and intelligent. she’s very particular when it comes to most things. she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “if you want things right you gotta do it yourself.” she doesn’t like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. she’s very dedicated to her work, thus making her very goal oriented. she’s very creative when it comes to her music. she really enjoys any and all kind of art. overall, she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying ?? self destructive ?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. basically she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide it.

RELATIONSHIPS

FRIENDS

best friend(s) — bestest best friend. that one person whom mina can trust with her life. they could tell mina absolutely everything! although, she might not do the same. but, she’d never let go of this person. they’re her ride or die. | m, f, or nb

winghoe — someone who’s constantly trying to hook mina up with people. always prying in her love life. probably made her a tinder. they just want this chick to find love dammit. | m, f, or nb

brotherly figure — completely platonic relationship. just someone who will consult and take care of this chick. sees her as a lil smol bean. even though she’s a viscous chihuahua. but lbr she’s a mess. take care of her. | m or nb

motherly figure — someone who she looks up to. probably aspires to be like them. someone who she sees a role model. even if they aren’t the greatest influence… or maybe they are ! | f or nb

partner in crime — they may not be the most reliable person like her best friend(s). but definitely someone she can get turnt tf up with. to make a long story short: this is her party buddy !! | TAKEN BY JAYDEN LEE

first boyfriend — the first person she’s ever dated ! at this point they’ve both agreed to forget about that awkward month in their lives and just remained friends | m or nb

one sided crush — someone mina openly admits to having a crush on. she’s probably always saying, “so, ___ when are you going to finally admit you like me back ?” cue huge eye roll from everyone in the room. anyone who touches them dies. note: most likely just an on going joke | m, f, or nb

confidant — their friendship sparked through their similar problems. they’re the only person she feels confident in telling anything and everything too. (even things she won’t tell her bff.) she knows they feels the same. they’re someone she genuinely trusts and values. | m, f, or nb

FOES + NOTE: i honestly can’t think of a lot for this because….. they’re all friends ?

frienemies — these two are just always trying to one up each other. whether it be with friends, family, or just life in general. they’re always in a (not so) secret competition. | m, f, or nb

ex boyfriend | hate/love — these two are constantly arguing. hella drama all. the. time. maybe they’re too much alike or just not a like at all. or…. maybe….. still in love ?? | m or nb

LOVERS

friends with benefits — a no strings attached sorta thing. always hooking up. that late night booty call. and of course, they’re keeping it away from the group because… imagine that fucking mess. | m or nb

“best friend” — honestly, mina’s first love. (although, she’d never admit to that.) she honestly thinks they’re the one. these two are just way too close. everyone’s wondering when they’ll date. but nah nah. they’re best friends. it can never be… right ? | m or nb

CONGRATULATIONS ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this at 4am. HENNYWAYS… i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my dms and we can get things started!! luv u *blows a kiss*

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