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bokuroskitten · 4 years ago

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121 with BOKUTO PLZ AND THX 🥵

121. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.

It’s funny you ask this one of me anon, because I have a full Fanfiction based on this concept. So please, take it here.❦

Office Shenanigans

⤞Genre: NSFW 18+, Yakuza (Mafia) AU ⤞warnings: Poly Relationship, DDLG dynamics (Papa & Daddy title used), thigh riding, praise kink, throat grabbing, slight overstimulation, rough sex, begging. ⤞Word Count: 2.2k ⤞Character(s): Dom!Bokuto Koutarou x Dom!Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem Reader ⤞Summary: Bokuto is attempting to get paperwork done, but you have other plans for him.

Bokuto was in his office, humming softly to himself as a cigarette dangled from his lips, his eyes scanning over bills as he counted and recounted them. Things were business as usual, his boyfriend, Kuroo, was out running the errands for the Yakuza in person while he stayed home for the evening, cleaning up loose ends and dealing with a bit of paperwork.

He thought their girlfriend was napping, as he left you in their shared bedroom very sleepy and curled up in the sheets until he heard a soft little whine come from the doorway.

He glanced up instantly, amber eyes meeting yours with a bit of worry, that is before he noticed your expression. Your eyes were glassed over, cheeks flushed as you bit along your swollen lower lip. You clutched the hem of the oversized sweater you wore, the one that belonged to Kuroo.

“Papa...” You breathed out gently, the voice almost enough to have Bokuto losing his mind, but he kept his cool, a little smirk curling on his lips as he looked back down at his task, slowly removed the cigarette from his lips.

“What is it? What does my birdy need hm?” He asked expectantly, eyes flicking back up to you to see the way your thighs pressed together, the way you slowly entered the room. It took you a couple seconds to ask, voice a bit shaky. “I-I need you, Papa...” Your voice was so whiny, so soft and pretty Bokuto wanted to bend you over the desk and take you right then and there.

But instead, he leaned back in the large leather chair, brows furrowed as he patted one of his thighs. “C’mon baby, you know papa will only help you if you use your big girl words. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

You quickly took the opportunity he gave you and found a spot perched on his thighs, very subtly rubbing yourself along his toned muscle in an attempt to find friction for your currently pulsing core. Bokuto caught on right away and held firm to your hip, thumb pressing right up against your hip bone as he hummed in disapproval. “Words birdy, don’t be bad for Papa now.”

Your little whines were music to his ears, the way your fingers curled into his black button-up, the way you squeezed your thighs around his, you were so cute when you got like this. But you also knew better— so with your cheeks puffed out and in a very soft voice, you spoke to him.

“Papa... I need you in my cunny— “You paused a second, breath catching in your throat as he looked at you with a smirk. “P-Please Papa needa be played with please— “

“Good girl baby, such good words.” He praised, one palm moving up to gently rack through your hair before he looked back down at the desk, his own desire shining through his gaze now. “Papa has to finish his work, you take what you need to, like a big girl okay?”

You were a bit reluctant at first, whining at him and attempting to make a little scene, until he easily slipped himself free from the zipper of the slacks he wore, your mouth opening in a small little gasp as his length bobbed against his abdomen, stood straight and ready for you. “Papa has to work and so does baby.” He reaffirmed, the hand on your hip easily slipping beneath the oversized sweater to press you closer to his freed cock.

With a shaky breath, you gripped tighter at Bokuto’s shirt, biting your lip in concentration as you rose yourself up, slowly fitted yourself along his length. He groaned ever so softly as you bottomed out on him, your face crimson and your lips hung in a little moan as you squeezed lovingly along his cock.

He gave your rear a pat with one large palm, a signal for you to get to work as he placed the cigarette back between his lips, kept his eyes glued to the paperwork. And you did just that, bouncing yourself along his length as pretty little moans of delight left your lips.

“Ah—ah~ Papa” You whined, your hips rotating in sloppy circles as you pressed your face into his shoulder, pressed your chest flush to his. He hummed, smoke puffing from his lips as his palm continued to massage your rear. “Keep going baba... you’re doing so good” he reassured you, his eyes fluttering a bit as you began your little bouncing again. How badly he wanted to fuck into you, make you sob out his name.

But it was so cute watching you desperately get off. Now he knew why Kuroo loved to tease you so much.

“G-Gunna come Papa— can I come please?” Your words were broken between moans, fingers balling into fists as your hips continued to bounce up in sloppy circles with mixes of grinds. He unhooked his chin from your shoulder to lean back once again, removing his smoke so he could grin again. “Mhm baby bird, make a mess of Papa’s slacks.”

The mischief in his tone had you blushing like mad, your face digging into the side of his neck as your moan vibrated against his skin. Once you got permission it was only a few more sloppy bounces and you were coming until, drool forming a little pool on his shoulder as you press your hips desperately into his pelvis. Your cunt squeezed him so perfectly, a grunt of his own escaping at the feeling of your slick soaking his length.

You panted against the now dampened fabric of his button-up, your hips twitching as Bokuto looked down, smirked at the pretty little mess you left all over his pants. In one quick movement, he was gripping your ass, sitting you right on top of the paperwork as he stayed within your walls. You gasped softly at the sudden change, arms attempting to grab at his shoulders, so you didn’t fall back.

But Bokuto was quick to grip your throat within a palm, a small growl leaving him as his cigarette dangled from his lips. “Lay back baby girl, it’s Papa’s turn.” And you were compliant despite your whines, arms spread above your head and hips jutting forward to press his cock against your sweet spot.

He had to chuckle, watching (Y/N) sprawl out over his work, his palm looking so big around your pretty throat, watching the way your desperate cunt swallowed his cock.

“Can’t wait to paint this little cunny white.” He barely growled out before he began pounding within you, shaking the desk with his powerful thrusts. After removing his cigarette, he easily gripped your thighs, bringing your trembling legs over his large shoulders to get a better angel, slam into you further. You sobbed out loud, back arching and fingers gripping the wood above your head as Bokuto’s cock continuously kissed your cervix, dragged along all your sweet spots.

Bokuto’s pupils were blown wide as he watched his baby come undone by his cock, roughly grabbing your jaw and jerking your face so he could see the pleasurable tears that built up in your gaze. “Tell Papa you love his cock, nice and pretty birdy.”

“I love—ah~! I l-love Papa’s cock~!” You managed to squeal, causing Bokuto to rut into you harder, faster. His fingers were leaving bruised along your thighs at this point as they trembled on his shoulders, one thumb smudging along your bottom lip to pick up the drool that bubbled from your moaning lips.

“Good girl.” He cooed. “Ready for papa to fill you up huh? Wanna be full for when Daddy gets home?” He continued to egg you on, knowing fully well you’d just babble at this point as your eyes rolled back, your hips jutting forward so he could hit you in all the right spots. Biting on his lower lip Bokuto slammed into you a couple mores, hard enough to make his desk shake and to have you sobbing out his name in the empty office.

“Fuck yea~” he growled lowly, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt as he finally released within you, watching the way you clenched desperately around his dick in an attempt to swallow up his warmth. His strokes came to a slow stop as he rode out the high of his orgasm, eyes shiny with desire as his cock was coated in your slick and his own, how your little pussy walls fluttered around him.

“Papa...~” Your whiney little voice snapped him back to reality, looking up at your tear-stained face. Your fingers were still desperately gripping the wood as you gave him a pretty whimper, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “Feel full~”

“I bet you do pretty baby~” He cooed, both palms moving to cup your face as he leaned into you, pressed a smooch to your dampened forehead. “Gunna keep this pretty cunny full for Daddy cause I know he’ll love to see it.”

“You’re right he would~ “The sly words were followed by a laugh that could only belong to Kuroo. Bokuto looked up to find his boyfriend entering the office, suit jacket already shrugged off as he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. “Seems like you two were having a lot of fun while I had to work, so unfair~”

“Mmm, Daddy~” You spoke softly, your eyes still glassy as you looked to him, a blush covering your features as he smoothed a palm over your cheek, down your throat and over the sweater you wore which was now covered in a layer of sex sweat. “Hi, pretty Kitty~ let’s see this full cunny of yours.” He spoke as he leaned into Bokuto, his other hand curling around the back of his neck to teasingly brush against his pulse.

Bokuto had to chuckle, slowly easing his girl's trembling legs from his shoulders so he could spread them wide, despite your whining. You moved your hands to cover your blushing face as Kuroo groaned out loud, watching the way Bokuto slowly pulled his coated dick from your entrance. Whatever papers got caught underneath you got ruined by your shared filth, a pretty little bead of white rolling out of your clenching hole and down between your cheeks. Bokuto thought he was going to get hard again just from the sight.

“Beautiful~ “Kuroo breathed, lips close to Bokuto’s ear as he allowed his tongue to poke out, sneak across the man’s lobe. Bokuto shivered, a little growl rumbling into his chest before he felt the tremble of (Y/N)’s thighs, the way you peaked up at them with glassy eyes through your fingers.

“Did Papa fuck you too hard baba~? Need to take a break?” The change in Bokuto’s demeanour happened in seconds as you nodded to him, body quivering from the uncomfortable wood that was beneath you. Kuroo was quick to hum in agreement, gently easing you up so you sat up. You clung to him instantly, your blush getting darker as you mumbled a soft “daddy” leaning your head, so it fell into his shoulder.

Kuroo sighed softly, smoothing his large palm over the back of your head as he watched Bokuto tuck himself back into his slacks, brows raising in delight at the stain that remained there from earlier. “Did kitty do that all by herself?” Bokuto grinned, smoothing his fingers over the dry stain. “Yesss she did~ took what she needed like a big girl, you woulda loved to see it,” Bokuto spoke with a gentle snicker.

“Mm, I’ll make her do it to me later so I can see, isn’t that right sweetheart,” Kuroo spoke into your hair, and despite your whining at such a request your toes curled in excitement, fingers gripping at his shoulders a bit harder. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up yea? Wanna take a bath with me kitty?”

You nodded into his shoulder, your legs wrapping around Kuroo instinctively so he could haul you into his arms, his palm smoothing over your rear to cup it. You only lifted your face so you could look to Bokuto, held a slightly trembling palm out to him. “Come to Papa.”

“I’ll be right there birdy,” Bokuto reassured a free and new cigarette lit and already tucked between his lips as he placed a quick slap to Kuroo’s ass, a laugh erupting from the black-haired male. “Gotta clean this mess you made all over my desk~” he spoke in a tease, gathering up the loose and crinkled papers with a larger smirk as blush bloomed over your cheeks.

“S-sorry...~” you managed to mumble before your face was dug into Kuroo’s neck again, having them both chuckling. “See you soon, Papa~” Kuroo teased to his lover as he made his way towards the bathroom, his palm gripping at your rear just a little tighter as he held you protectively, whispered sweet things into your hair that had you giggling.

Bokuto watched it fondly and made haste with the rest of his work. He had a feeling the three of you were just getting started for the evening.

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flo-shifting · 3 years ago

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Places I want to shift to.

RICK AND MORTY DR.

Okey, I know that it's a crazy place to shift to, and it's a little dysfunctional and potentially traumatizing? But also I want that chaos and adventure and to go to those s p a c e p a r t y s.

Safety measures: I'm never in real danger duh, or in any situation where it gets gory or over the top violent. protagonist luck obvi but also that movie kinda rule where even if there are big explosions or anything like that nobody dies. also emotional safety measures, this family isn't that dysfunctional and actually good to each other.

Silly and out of cannon adventures kinda DR.

NARUTO DR.

Bro. I'm so going to overpower myself with this safety measures. Ain't no way I'm ever losing a battle or getting seriously hurt, oh, but where's the fun in that? It's not realistic at all! Excuse me??? actual ppl think this what the actual fuck

Bad bitch DR. I want so bad to have a battle where somehow I have to fight with eyes close, like I just want to be a ninja and trow knifes and run with my arms like that, I think is going to be HILARIOUS. Also, how the world gonna look like ????

General vibe: all the ninja stuff stars over when you're over 18 cuz it's messed up and i'm shifting w/ all my memories and I don´t want child soldier trauma thanks also I'm all in with crazy backstories so maybe I'm like a princess but i don't know this and also when I found out I'm so not gonna let it change me lmao i'm really like dEsIrEd rEaLiTy with this one uh. Also, nobody dies, like friend and foe alike I got no time for murderous bullshit, I just want to shift a few weeks before the groups are form and in the meantime just hangout, train and cause some trouble. also i might or might not be in complete love with lee and shikamaru i'm really reminding myself that i'm letting all be in the hands of the universe I don't want to chose things before hand u know but its hard i've been reading fluffy fanfiction i need a hug

AVATAR DR

I'm sure this is not a surprise, and I feel like it explains itself. It's my favorite show since I'm a kid of course I'm meeting this people and traveling the world in FLUFFY AND ADORABLE F L Y I N G APPA BABY? yes pls i want it now thxs.

Definitely a water bender, I want to learn how to heal and maybe blood bending? sorry I just think it'll come in handy Also I want the show plot, so everybody is like 20, and I want more of a slow vibe? so the 3 seasons are going to be way more than just 3 months, but I don't know exactly how much. I just don't wanna be in a hurry lol

Also, I'm thinking of making a DR where I am the avatar? is that too egocentric? lol I'm just thinking about it, who knows.

BATMAN DR

Not The Batman, just Batman. Kinda general comic knowledge DR. I want so bad to be part of the batfamily also wear a cape and have cool tools. Yes, I want all that.

Of course, I would shit my pants if I ever see the joker. But idk I feel like if I want to be a superheroe I also want Batman to be there as a mentor idk I also love this dramatic emo bat dressing men since I was a kid so maybe I'm working on some daddy issues with this one? lol no one can judge me

Safety measures: death in this line of work is so rare, for real, I'm taking no chances. Although I don't know the extent in which I can get away with this. I mean, shifting is limitless, or at least that's what I think. I just don't want people to get hurt in any reality am in, and specially I don't want to hurt people willingly or not.

Also, I want to have powers. I know it doesn't really go with batman, but I want everything lmao. I'm also getting rid of my backstory. I'll just be some kid in gotham, trying to have a life in this shithole city when oh wow it's that batman? no way, that's crazy! wait, what's that, batman? you think I'll be a good sidekick? stop, you're gonna make me blu-yes, am in. let's fucking go pls.

WINX DR.

WHY IS NOBODY SHIFTING TO CLUB WINX. Gorgeous, gorgeous girls want to be a part of a beautiful and strong group of friends that will literally go to the end of the universe for each other and spend their days in their magical fairy castle learning magic and how specifically it manifests to each of them and have gorgeous, gorgeous outfits made of magic and a dance sequence in the middle of the air to fight some emo punk witches until we all became friends in a soul touching enemies to friends to lovers trope kinda DR haha

Safety measures: my outfits are drop-dead gorgeous. If I fell in love with some girl flora im literally looking at you don't dare to break my heart it's already yours they also fell for me I KNOW THAT I'M LEAVING THIS THINGS TO THE UNIVERSE BUT ALSO CAN'T TAKE ANYCHANCES OKEY also I don't mine whatever type of fairy I would be I just want to be able to use magic for anything? like it has to be something that would be useful in battle but also day to day shananigans, but I want it to be surprise.

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mxchellesworld · 4 years ago

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𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: emotions of subdrop, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, use of toys, overstimulation

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Waking up you felt like a corpse rising out of its grave. It didn't seem like yesterday's scene was taxing on your body for you to feel so sore. Maybe it was the fact your orgasm came from two sets of hands compared to your own. Sitting up you noticed the bed was empty. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out your back before making your way down the hall.

The smell of coffee and slightly burnt toast filled your senses. The first thing you saw was your dress folded neatly with your boots and purse on top of it. You internally groaned at how much of a slob you probably seemed to be.

"Hey look who's awake," Cat called, making you turn your head.

You gave her a small smile making your way over to their kitchen table. She took sips out of her coffee while Spencer was over by the stove making what looked like scrambled eggs.

"Come sit," she said, patting the chair next to her.

"How long have you guys been up?" you asked as you sat down.

"Like 45 minutes," Spencer spoke from behind you.

He walked over with two plates of food, setting them in front of you and Cat.

"You guys could have woken me up. I know you probably want me out of your hair. And I'm sorry for leaving my stuff everywhere last night," you said looking between the both of them.

You felt a sense of doubt wash over you. You couldn't explain the feeling but it was as if all your worries just planted themselves on your shoulders. The same feeling came over you last night but you fell asleep so fast you didn't have time to process everything. Now that you were awake and alert it was like everything was hitting you at once.

They shared a look sensing your worries. Spencer turned the stove off and sat on the seat across from the both of you. Cat took your hand in hers as she started talking, "Y/n do you know what a subdrop is?"

You shook your head no in response.

"A subdrop is when after a scene the submissive starts to feel sadness or maybe a bit melancholy. All the endorphins which were rushing through you are slowly leaving your system, hence the term drop, making you feel this way. Dominates can feel this way after a scene as well,” Spencer explained.

You stayed silent taking in the information. Cat's thumb rubbing over the back of your hand shook you out of your thoughts.

"Do you wanna talk about how you're feeling. Since this is all new it's probably best to let everything out and we can walk you through it," she said with a soft tone.

"Isn't that breaking a rule?" you asked quietly, "Last night you said no relationship type stuff.. I just," you took a pause, "I don't know I feel like you don't have to care about how I feel."

"As your dominants it's our job to care about how you feel, especially during a drop or if you happen to slip into subspace." Spencer said looking into your eyes. His caramel orbs trying their best to deepen the message of his words.

Cat put a strand of hair behind your ear. Unlike last night, she wasn't in her dominant headspace. The action was soft and comforting instead of teasingly trying to gain a reaction.

"This might not be a normal relationship but I promise you that your emotions take priority over sex. Alright," she said, searching your eyes.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes. You scoffed and let out a little laugh as you swiped them away, "Sorry I don't know why I'm so emotional. Thank you, that uh means a lot," you said looking at Cat then Spencer.

You all shared a silent moment before Spencer spoke again, "Why don't we eat then spend the day in bed, unless you have any plans," he asked.

"No, that sounds good," you said, more excited. After their reassurance you felt the glumness of the morning slowly slip away. You spent the time eating and making small talk. Cat poking fun at Spencer for always seeming to burn the toast. It was interesting to see them in such a peaceful element, it was as if the power they held last night had slipped away and they were nothing but literature nerds.

The three of you made your way back to their fluffy bed. Cat had picked up the remote to the large television which hung in front of you. She put on a baking show and settled in the sheets. One arm under a pillow and the other was in her mouth as she bit her nails. Spencer was on the other side of you and picked up a book that was on the nightstand.

You rested on your side facing Cat. The positions mimicked how you slept the night before. You watched as she laughed when people would get frustrated or make small comments on each person's decorating skills. Turning around you started to focus on Spencer. The way his eyes quickly darted across the page soaking up the printed words. His fingers following along and trailing down the page. Your mind drifted to the way they pumped inside you and you bit your lip to stifle a whimper.

Instead you turned back to face the television, crossing your legs and letting your mind drift back to the cake building on the screen.

By the end of the episode you were feeling antsy. The warmth of them surrounding you shot straight to your core. Cat was holding onto your arm and leaning into your neck. It was funny to see how she seemed needy, when in reality you knew she could have you on your knees with just one look. Spencer had finished his book and was resting behind you. His arm splayed across your middle as his front was completely pressed against your back.

You tried to subtly shift, moving your hips back and forth to relieve the pressure on your core. Your attempts were cut short by a voice in your ear.

"You better stop that if you want to be able to sit tomorrow princess," Spencer gritted in your ear.

You truly thought about taking that as a warning but something within you wanted to push his buttons. Instead you started to shift more, grinding your ass against his length. His strong hand gripped your hips forcing you to stop.

"Get up," he said lowly.

"You should've listened to his warning angel," Cat said with mockingly.

Stepping off the bed Spencer wasted no time in bending you over the edge. He pulled the shirt out of the way and let his hand rub over your behind. You were pretty sure your panties were still somewhere in Cat's coat. The thought was cut off by a smack landing on the center of your ass.

"I want you to count each one and thank me," Spencer said darkly followed by another smack.

"Two, thank you Sir," you said breathlessly.

He continued the punishment, landing hard swat after swat on your burning behind. You looked up at Cat hoping she would make him stop in an act of mercy. However there was no such luck.

"Don't look at me like that. You're the one who decided to be a greedy little whore. Now take your punishment like a good girl," Cat said looking back at her show.

You mewled at how little she cared about what was going on to her left. You felt the tears start forming in your eyes. You moaned after each continued smack. Once he got to ten he rubbed your sore behind and pulled your shirt back down. He turned you around and made you sit on the edge of the bed.

"What's your color princess?" he asked.

"Green Sir," you replied with a sniffle.

"Good girl. You took your punishment so well. Too bad it's over you look so pretty with tears in your eyes" Spencer said, wiping a stray tear with his thumb.

"Thank you Sir," you spoke up.

"Thank you Sir," Cat mimicked from behind you, "How pathetic. If you want to act greedy then you're gonna be treated like the little slut you are."

She pulled you by your arms to the center of the bed. In no time she had the shirt you had on over your head and tossed to the floor. She spread your legs and dipped her hand into your folds.

"You're already dripping from a little spanking," she laughed leaning in close to your face, "taste yourself."

She rubbed her soaked fingers on your lips before slipping them into your mouth. You held eye contact with her as you hollowed your cheeks around her digits. She pulled them out and landed a smack on your cheek, making you moan at the impact.

"Aw did you hear that Spence? Looks like we have a filthy little pain slut on our hands," she said looking over at Spencer who was admiring his girlfriend on top of your writhing form.

You let out whimpers at her words. They were dripping with venom but you loved the poison flowing through your veins.

"Tell your Mistress what you want."

You gulped before responding, "I want Sir's cock, please! I want him to fuck my slutty pussy." You felt your cheeks heat up at how desperate you sounded. But at this point you didn't even care.

You looked over at Spencer who was hard in his sweatpants, the large bulge begging to escape its confines. You silently begged him with your eyes.

Cat’s fingers slipped in your tight heat making you arch your back at how quickly she was able to find your sweet spot. Your eyes squeezed closed and your mouth dropped in a silent scream from the overwhelming pleasure. Cat’s unoccupied hand went to your jaw to make you look at her.

“Am I not good enough for you angel? Are my fingers not enough that you need to beg for his cock like a whore?” Cat said leaning in inches away from your face.

“N-no Mistress. Fuck you’re so p-perfect. I’m sorry!” you tried to say in between breathy moans.

You tried to turn your head to get a sight of Spencer who was now tugging on his hard cock but Cat’s hard grip stopped you.

“Don’t look at him. You’re gonna look right into my eyes as you cum on my fingers.”

She moved her thumb in quick circles over your aching clit. The added pleasure along with her skilled fingers were enough to make you meet your end. You came with a silent scream as your legs trembled around her frame. She pulled her fingers out of you and motioned for Spencer to come over.

He made his way on the bed and Cat turned to face him, rubbing your release on his lips before sticking her fingers in his mouth. You swore you died and went to heaven. That was the hottest thing you have ever seen. You heard him moan around her fingers before she slipped them out.

“Go ahead Spencer, give our little slut what she wants,” Cat said demandingly.

He wasted no time in settling between your legs. You watched as Cat got off from her bed and walked into the closet. You tried to get up on your elbows and looked at Spencer questioningly. Was she upset? I mean you’d be upset too if someone else was begging to fuck your boyfriend.

Spencer sensed your worries and pushed you back on the sheets, “Don’t worry she’s not upset or anything. She’ll be back.”

You nodded your head reluctantly.

“Color princess,” He asked swiping the tip of his cock over your folds.

“Very green Sir,” you mewled out.

Spencer aligned himself with your entrance and slipped in inch by inch. You cursed at the stretch, you could feel every vein along your walls. Once he was all the way in he looked in your eyes for any sign that you were uncomfortable. You gave him a nod to signal he could start moving. He started off with slow strokes for you to get used to his size. It was agonizing how much pleasure you felt but you needed him to go faster.

“Please go faster Sir,” you whined out.

“You want me to fuck you into the mattress? Is that what my princess wants?” he cooed lowly at you.

You frantically nodded and he wasted no time in diving back in. His quick strokes were driving you crazy. Each one hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars. You were a mess of loud whines as the knot in your tummy was building up again.

He dropped to his forearms, caging you in under him. One of his hands moved up your chest and around your throat. You whined out his title and shifted your hips trying to meet each thrust.

You heard the closet door shut and turned your head to see Cat walk out. Your eyes widened at the large toy attached to her hips. She walked to the edge of the bed and pulled you by the hair to face her.

“You’re gonna suck my cock and get it nice and wet for when I fuck you,” She left no time for you to answer and brought the toy to your lips.

You moaned around it as she used her hand to bob your head up and down.

“You gonna cum for me princess? I can feel you’re close,” Spencer gritted in your ear. Cat pulled you off the toy for you to answer him.

“Please can I cum Sir, fuck I’m so close,” you whined and begged.

His hand slipped down to rub on your clit. Quick circles made shocks of pleasure shoot through you. Just a little more and you would explode.

“Cum on my cock pretty girl, let me feel you,” he said as he groaned, also close to his release.

His words made the knot break and your second orgasm was through you. Your tight pussy squeezing around his cock led him to his end. You felt his warm seed spill inside you. You both sighed as he slowed his motions and slipped out of you.

He rolled off of you and fell to your side. Cat immediately got on the bed, taking his spot and flipped you over, arching your back to her liking.

“Whats your color angel?” she asked softly.

“Green Mistress,” you said wiggling your behind in front of her.

She landed a hard smack on your already red cheeks, “I’m not as nice as Spencer. Your teasing and acting like a slut isn’t gonna slide with me,” she said harshly. The way she slipped back into her dominating voice drove you wild.

She started off with quick thrusts. The sound of her hips smacking against your thighs bounced off the walls. She held your hips with a bruising grasp. You were biting the pillow trying to stifle your noises but she wasn’t having that. She used one of her hands to pull you by your hair.

“No no angel I wanna hear you. Who’s cock is splitting you open like this?”

You all but yelled in response, “Your cock Mistress! I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!”

Being on edge from your last two orgasms you were ready to burst again. You felt Spencer sit up and his fingers pressed against your clit.

“Go on angel, let go for me,” she gritted out.

Your body trembled at her words along with Spencers quick circles. ‘Thank you’s’ and curses left your lips as the pleasure consumed you. She pulled out of you and you fell limp on the bed. You took in deep breathes trying to get the air back that was knocked out of you.

You felt her small hands flip you over and pepper small kisses over your cheeks then finally on your lips. You sat up and looked over at Spencer before pulling him into a kiss as well.

You all broke apart and shared a silent moment of bliss before Cat spoke up.

“I knew that fucker was gonna win,” she said looking back at the show which you had all forgot was still playing.

You snorted and let out a laugh causing them to break out into laughs as well.

“How about a shower then lunch,” Spencer suggested.

He got up to get the water running and you helped Cat out of the strap on. You shared lingering glances until Spencer called that the water was ready. She got up from the bed and held her hand out for you. You interlocked pinkies and made your way to the bathroom where they smothered you in kisses and kind words.

All your worries from earlier were gone. You could definitely get used to this.

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞!!!

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harletty · 5 years ago

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Hiya! I was wondering if you can do hcs for Bakugou, Iida & Kirishima dating/ having a crush with their slim thick/thicc fem! classmate! That would be really appreciated (*≧∀≦*)

A/n: Thank you for the request anon, not gonna lie when I had fun writing this one haha. I’m literally in school rn and I’m writing this, so the formatting might be a Lil weird. Anyways, enjoy :) (I will add the cut when I get home and can get on my computer)

TW: slim thicc reader, mentions of the booty, sexual insinuations, fem!reader

Bakugou Katsuki

Well we all know he is a whole ass man so you already know what’s going down

The second you walked into class the first time he couldn’t help but look, you walk into the door and your ass walks in a minute later

He love love lovesss it, but he would never let you know that

He gets mad when he sees other guys look, and when Mineta is being weird he flips out

“Damn, Y/N has such a nice butt, I would love to just-” and boom before you would know it he would punt kick him to the whole other side of the class

Would fight for you, when he sees another guy being creepy he’s so quick to get on his ass

When training he can’t help but stare, the jiggling is just too amazing not to appreciate

He loves to just admire you from afar, you curve in just the right places and he really just loves it

He thinks you don’t notice the constant looks he gives you, but you do

It’s honestly not too hard to notice, he really be out here thinking he’s slick but in reality, you knew since day one

You love to just do the most subtle things to get him going

You tend to bend over a lot in front of him, it makes me so crazy, and it makes him kind of mad since now he’s gonna have to deal with thinking about your ass and what he would do if he had a chance

One day you casually walk into the commons in a tank top and some sleeping shorts and he finally snaps

He would find you and pin you up against the wall

“You’re doing this on purpose, you know what it does to me.”

You just smile at him innocently, which makes go even crazier

“Okay, since you wanna play with me like this we will see who has all the power here...”

Iida Tenya

He tries not to look since he feels it’s disrespectful, but honestly, he can’t help it

He gets so flustered when you’re around, at first he tries to avoid you and you have no idea why

One day you go up to him and ask him about why he avoids you all the time

“Iida, did I offend you? You avoid me like the plague and if I did something I’m sorry, I want to be your friend.” He feels so bad about it afterward, but it’s not like he’s going to tell you he can’t help himself when you’re around

“Of course you’re didn’t offend me Y/N, I’m sorry for making you feel like I don’t like you. I would gladly be your friend.”

From that day foreword, you guys were really good friends, which only made him like you more

At first, it was on looks solely but now he liked who you are as a person, he was definitely falling hard for you

You would always ask to train with him, both of your quirks worked surprisingly well together, making you both stronger

One day when you guys are combat training you trip him up and tackle him from the front

Oh god this boy would get so red, he would try to get you off as soon as possible

It was too late though, your ass was pressed against him and he couldn’t help but pop a boner

You felt it and smirked at him “Iida it seems like you have a little problem there...”

He would go even redder and would freeze. How could this happen to him? He felt so personally attacked like it’s not even funny

You giggle and get off him, reaching out to help him up

He felt so embarrassed, he probably ruined everything with you before it even started

He was surprised when you stepped close to him and looked up at him with doe eyes, looking so innocent but his mind wondered...

He would have some problems for the rest of the day, and the tension between you guys just grew from there

Kirishima Eijirou

This dudes drinks respect women juice every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

On that note, it’s hard for him not to stare

He would glance over when he’s positive no one will notice

Like Bakugou, when some dude is being creepy he wouldn’t hesitate to step up

“You know she’s a person too, how would you feel if someone was talking about you like that?”

You would hear this and your heart would go UwU

Mineta would get smacked in the back of the head at least once a day

Eventually, he would tell you how he feels about you, not being able to hide it any longer

You already knew how he felt though

He would approach you and he would be sweating and as red as his hair

“H-hey Y/N I just want to that you that Ireallylikeyou.”

You would smile, “I like you too Kiri.”

He would be on cloud nine, I mean the thiccest girl in school liked him

From that day forward he would always send you messages about how thicc you were

‘Damn Y/N what you doin with all that ass? You gonna share?’

He would give it so much attention, his hands always on it and always pressing against your ass

He never thought he would be such an ass man until he met you

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datninjalyfe · 4 years ago

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Punishments Begin

For the rest of the week, the boys hardly talked to one another. The four that were punished worked on different floors of the dorms, but because there were only 3 floors (plus the basement, but they were told the janitorial staff would clean the basement) to Katsuki’s demise, Todoroki and Izuku were put on the same floor. In addition to cleaning the dorms, their school work doubled and each night as they had to work on combat training with Aizawa, who pushed them so hard for hours. By the time the day was done, they were so exhausted. On the first day, Aizawa targeted Katsuki. He thought Aizawa was actually trying to kill him.

“Again.” Aizawa said as Katsuki tried to dodge Aizawa’s binding scarf, but it was to no avail. Every time he tried to dodge it or blast it, Aizawa would snatch him and erase his quirk. He ran, jumped, avoided and used his quirk over and over again, until he could no longer make more than a slight blast, despite him sweating profusely, but he couldn’t spark up. “Again.” Aizawa said. He could hardly move. Aizawa’s hair fell and he closed his eyes. He started to walk away and told the rest of them, “You aren’t done until you’ve all finished running a mile. Then go straight to bed.”

They obeyed, but the mile was brutal. It took all Katsuki’s energy to keep running and telling himself he could take a nice shower when he got home. When he was finished, as he left the training facility, he fell against the grass, head-first, and just laid there for just a minute.

He felt strong hands pull him up off the ground, wrapping around his chest. “C’mon, Kacchan.” Izuku said, helping him up. Katsuki wanted to say something, pushing himself up, but he was too tired to even see straight. Izuku looked tired too, breathing heavy. He leaned into Izuku’s arms for a moment, his eyes closing, but Izuku let go of him, and handing him his backpack, he said, “Here you go, Kacchan.”

When he could, Katsuki mumbled a, “Thanks.” but was too exhausted to say anything else. When Katsuki got to his room, there was so much homework Aizawa gave him from today’s lecture and without being in class, he had to learn it on his own. It was already nearing 21:00, and he needed a break, but decided it was better to get studying.

He awoke the next day, startled from the alarms. He was still at his desk—his head was laying against his book of defensive techniques. He cursed quietly, but when he tried to turn, his face hit the book again. He was ridiculously sore and just as tired, but he did his absolute best to clean the floor he was assigned to, which in his opinion wasn’t nearly as bad as day one. This time, however, Izuku was assigned with Kirishima, which made him a little excited that he might get a chance to see Izuku the next day. He finished the grueling physical lesson that evening. What made it even worse was Aizawa hardly gave any feedback, only saying the words, “Nice try.” and “Again.” Katsuki used a light explosion to push dirt up towards Aizawa. Thinking Katsuki got him, he tried his best to muster an explosion, but it was incredibly weak, and almost immediately, his quirk was stopped. He cursed again, trying to launch attack after attack, but it was to no avail. Izuku tried to use One-For-All, reaching hard within, but Todoroki was the only one who was able to get close to touching their teacher. He was stopped as well, almost instantly by Aizawa. They might as well have been swiping at air. The boys finished with a run and they were told to go ahead to bed, when they arrived, once again there was a mountain of homework.

He awoke the next morning more excited. He thought today would be the day he would get to spend with Izuku, but to his horror, Aizawa assigned Kirishima and Todoroki to work together. “Why does Shitty Hair get to have more than one partner two days in a row?” Katsuki snapped at him.

Aizawa narrowed his gaze. “Because he didn’t sneak out to go to a nightclub, that’s why.” Aizawa put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Katsuki huffed. He worked on the top floor, doing the same thing he’d been doing the day prior. Izuku had the second and it took all of Katsuki not to go down to the second floor just to say two words to him. Despite all the hard training, Katsuki hadn’t stopped thinking of that night after he’d been arrested. Someone in class had reminded him of his arrest, but truthfully, he’d do it again in a heartbeat to get one more night with Izuku. His dick grew a little harder. His fantasies took over his mind, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he thought about Izuku licking and sucking on Katsuki’s fingers. He thought about bending Izuku over a bed, grinding against him.

A text from Camie brought his mind back to reality. “Fuck,” he said, realizing he hadn’t gotten nearly as much cleaning done as he thought. He pulled out his phone, the message reading: ‘wanna see me again tonight?’ He thought about ignoring it, but instead wrote back: ‘getting arrested is a real cock block.’

He waited for a response and once he was sure she wouldn’t text him back, she did. ‘so, you’re not going to see me?’ He was brought back to being with her. It was fun, he had enjoyed himself immensely, but after these grueling punishments, no one was worth this.

Izuku might be, he thought. He was absolutely exhausted. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since falling asleep on Izuku’s chest. He just passed out, but it felt as though he just blinked and then his alarms just went off. When he actually thought about it, he remembered how he and Kirishima had fought about her. Feeling bad for Kirishima, he texted her his number and said, ‘here’s a friend of mine that might be happy to talk to you.’ He thought about texting Izuku a couple of times, typing out a few words, but then deleting them. He did this, over and over again. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. Without thinking about it, he typed out the words: ‘we should talk.’ It was simple, to the point. He was about to push send, Aizawa’s voice yelled out from his bracelets. “You can have a lunch break now. Half an hour only, then back to work.”

He headed downstairs to grab lunch. It was the first time in the few days they got a little bit of a break to eat. There was fresh pot of rice steaming. Katsuki was already eating at the table when the others started their spooning rice into a bowl. Todoroki sat across from Katsuki, who rolled his eyes. Does he have to sit here with us? But then Izuku sat down. Directly next to Katsuki. Izuku smiled a little when Katsuki realized he must’ve been staring.

“Is it okay that I sit here?” Izuku asked. “I can move, if it makes you uncomfortable.” Izuku started to get up.

“NO.” Katsuki yelled, reaching out and grabbing Izuku arm quickly. Everyone became really quiet, as Izuku quickly turned around and put a hand over Katsuki’s that had grabbed his bicep. The two looked at each other, their eyes locking into place for a moment. Katsuki hardened his grip as this, feeling Izuku’s muscle tighten in his hand. Izuku mumbled something Katsuki didn’t listen to and sat back down, but Katsuki still didn’t let go. After the strenuous few days they’ve had, it was nice to be able to be this close with him.

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked, breaking their gaze and looking at the hand that Katsuki still had on his arm. Embarrassed, he let go and broke apart the chopsticks to eat.

“Dude, I don’t know what to do.” Kirishima said sitting down at the table, breaking the awkward silence. “Camie texted me. She—she said she wants to meet up.”

“Wait, Camie texted you?” Todoroki asked, coming up to the table, surprised.

“Who’s Camie?” Izuku asked.

“She’s a girl from Shiketsu.” Todoroki said. “Bakugou and I did our remedial training with her.”

Kirishima went through his phone and held up the picture of Katsuki being arrested. Katsuki went to yell at him, but Kirishima ignored it, pointing to a girl in the background. “That’s her, the one next to Bakugou.”

Izuku looked at the picture. “Oh.” He looked away from the phone, his cheeks turning pink.

“What?” Todoroki and Bakugou asked at the same time. They exchanged looks before turning back to Izuku.

“I saw her at the licensing exam the first time around. She’s powerful, for sure.” Izuku said.

“Wait, you saw her too?” Kirishima said. “Am I the only person who hasn’t said more than 4 words to her?”

“She’s powerful? She’s an airhead.” Katsuki said, completely ignoring Kirishima.

“I’m not sure what her quirk is, but it might be something similar to a transformation quirk.” Izuku started.

“Her quirk is glamour. Like an illusionist.” Todoroki said. “She probably made herself invisible by manipulating her surroundings.”

“Maybe.” Izuku said, looking into his empty bowl. “But she definitely transformed from Uraraka back into herself.” Izuku blushed. “Does she make herself naked when she doesn’t glamour?”

Todoroki shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“She was naked when she transformed—or rather, unglamoured herself at the licensing exam.” Izuku said.

Katsuki blinked. He knew that she’d probably had sex with others, but the words blurted out of his mouth before he could stop himself, “Wait, did you fuck her at the licensing exam?”

To his relief, Izuku shook his head, but then said, “No.” but then quietly added, “I’m not a virgin, though.”

“You’re not a virgin?” Kirishima asked. “No offense, but you give off a super virgin vibe.”

“I had sex in middle school.” Izuku told them. He laughed a little, but Katsuki just glared at him. Almost reading his mind, Izuku blushed and said, “It was Nebina Kogo if you’re curious. Our Moms are really close and she was one of the only girls my mom would let me have in my room.”

“You did not have sex with Nebina Kogo.” Katsuki said, but their Moms did work at the same office, so it wasn’t impossible. Nebina was a popular girl at their middle school whose quirk could read people’s emotions. She was super cute, but gave off a really pretentious vibe.

Izuku nodded. “She asked me if I could be the one she lost it too.” Izuku looked away. “It was nice, but there was a lot of, um—,” he thought about the right word. “Learning.”

“Damn, Midoriya.” Kirishima said. “You got one up on me.” But Katsuki ignored the fact that it was completely obvious that Kirishima was a virgin, but what he couldn’t ignore was that Izuku wasn’t.

“Is that all?” Kirishima said. “Did you guys do anything else?”

Izuku nodded, and then rubbed the back of his head. “I’d really like to change the subject now—,” but when Kirishima wouldn’t let it go, Izuku’s face turned even more red, his freckles turning darker and said, “She gave me a blowjob.”

“She blew you?” Kirishima said, looking flabbergasted.

“That’s as far as I’ve gotten. Just head.” Todoroki told them.

“No one asked you, Icy Hot.” Katsuki snapped, not taking his eyes off Izuku. Katsuki couldn’t understand why he was so upset. ‘You’ve done so much worse,’ Katsuki thought to himself, thinking about Camie the other day. He wasn’t a virgin by any means. He really shouldn’t care, but it bothered him so much. Katsuki’s eyes squinted together in anger.

“How far have you gotten, Bakugou?” asked Todoroki. “All the way?” Katsuki nodded, forgetting that only a select few knew about him and Camie. Kirishima had speculated, but didn’t outright ask. Still, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“What was it like?” Kirishima asked, practically jumping across the table towards Izuku.

Izuku didn’t look at them. “It felt great, but it didn’t mean anything. When we were done, we both just realized we were kind of just—,” he got quiet again before saying, “—doing research.”

Katsuki’s heart stopped. Those were the same words he’d spoken to All Might. Is it possible Izuku was trying to find out if he was gay by fucking Nebina like Katsuki did with Camie? Katsuki enjoyed it, but Izuku was right: without doing it with someone you love it wouldn’t be special. Someone special. He immediately thought of the other night when he fell asleep in Izuku’s arms. He couldn’t stop himself from remembering Izuku’s hands running through his hair. The deep, shallow breaths that Katsuki tried to mimic. In this moment, they were close. Right next to each other. Katsuki couldn’t help but want to reach out, their hands being so were close. He lifted his hand, reaching out his pinkie, slightly heating his hand in case Izuku’s was cold.

Without thinking, he placed the finger on Izuku’s hand, his heart racing in his chest. ‘Come on, Deku, I just want you to look at me, one more time.’ As if reading his mind, Izuku looked over, confused, but didn’t move his hand. Katsuki held his breath as moved his finger to lock his pinkie with Izuku’s.

“BOYS.” a loud voice came from the ankle bracelet that jolted everyone at the table. Izuku moved his hand quickly away. “Did I not tell you only a half an hour lunch? Get back to it. Now.” They all started to move as Aizawa gave further instructions, “Be at Alpha Quadrant at 16:30, we’re doing gas training today. Don’t ask the other students about it.”

Katsuki inhaled as Todoroki took their dishes to clean them off. Izuku walked away, saying, “See you guys at Alpha later then.”

Katsuki got up as well, thinking he could follow Izuku up the stairs, but by the time he go to the staircase, Izuku was already on the second floor. He thought about going to see him, just to say a few words, but if Aizawa knew they had a longer lunch break, then he could probably figure out what floor Katsuki was on. He bypassed the second story, walking up to finish his punishment on the top floor.

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They arrived a little early, but Katsuki truly just wanted to get Alpha Quadrant over and done with. Alpha Quad was a single room used for a single purpose. The space was designed for the students to get out of a scenario that seems impossible. It was possible, they were reassured, but rarely did students ever succeed and that didn’t give them much hope. The four of them were brought into the empty room, putting on gas masks. “The goal is to escape.” They heard Aizawa’s voice say over an intercom and almost instantly gas leaked out of the walls.

“Shit, what the hell is this—?” Kirishima started to yell, inhaling quickly, but almost immediately, he collapsed. Katsuki watched as Kirishima’s body disappearing in the thick fumes that covered the room. Katsuki moved a little, but pain shot up his arms. It burned his skin, his eyes starting to water. Even with the mask on, it hurt to breathe. He tried to inhale as much as he could, but it his hurt his throat too much. He could set off an explosion, but not knowing where anyone was, and knowing he would probably be graded on if everyone got out, he would likely be docked points if he hurt someone else. If he set off a couple sparks above him, it might move the gas for a single moment so he could at least see where everyone was. “Single—shot….focus….” All he needed was to concentrate all his energy on a one shot. Just one. Then, the gas would dissipate for a moment and he could see everyone, but he knew he only had one second. He tried to spark up, but the gas was pulling at his skin. The more he tried to breathe, the more painful it became. It was pure agony to try and move.

“Kacchan!” a little flute called out, but when Katsuki tried to look up, the gas stung his eyes. He cursed loudly as he heard, “Kacchan, where are you?”

“Deku!” Katsuki called out, but his voice wasn’t as loud with the mask on. “Shit, Deku, I’m here!”

“Bakugou!” Todoroki said and though the watering of his eyes and the thick of the gas, he saw a tiny flame flicker. “The door is over here!”

“I can’t fucking move!” he yelled. He was in agony, his skin feeling like it was being scorched. “The gas—” He was getting lightheaded. His eyelids were getting heavy and the room started to spin.

“Kacchan!” Izuku appeared in front of him and when Katsuki looked over at him, he wasn’t wearing a mask.

“Deku, what the fuck?” Katsuki asked, reaching out to cover his face. ‘Why the fuck did he take off his mask?’ His hand covered Izuku’s mouth, but Izuku grabbed his arm and pushed it off.

“It’s the mask that’s hurting you, not the gas.” Izuku said, taking a step towards him.

“My skin—,” Katsuki screamed, his skin searing. He tried to move, but screamed in agony when he did. He crumpled to his knees, Izuku grabbed him as he leaned forward, stabilizing him. Katsuki’s eyes watered, his face contorting from the pain, but his eyes stopped when they found Izuku’s. Two concerned, bright green orbs that stared into him intensely.

“Trust me,” Izuku whispered, running his hands through Katsuki’s hair to find the mask’s clasp. Katsuki never took his eyes off of him as there was a light ‘click’ sound and Izuku gently pulled the mask down. They stared at each other, really looked at each other for the first time in a while. Katsuki was breathing hard, trying not to look away, trying so hard not to break the gaze, but when he inhaled deeply, he coughed, feeling the oxygen fill his lungs. “It was the filtration unit.” Izuku said, as Katsuki took in the air. “It’s got some sort of poison in it.”

Katsuki felt his hands warm as the pain dissipated and he clenched his hands into a fist, feeling the heat of his quirk. He lifted his right hand into the air, letting a few sparks pop out. Just like he thought, the air circled around the small explosions.

“There!” Izuku yelled, running over to Kirishima, who laid down on the ground. Katsuki followed him, rushing over to Kirishima.

“Let’s get this off of him.” Katsuki said, referring to the mask still on Kirishima’s face. He was still feeling a bit light headed. Izuku pulled off his mask and lifted Kirishima over one shoulder. “Icy Hot, are you still by the door?”

“Yeah, can you see the flames?” Todoroki said. They saw a glow from Todoroki. As they walked towards it, Kirishima started to wake. Aizawa was waiting for them outside. “Congrats.” Aizawa’s voice said. “You passed. Quicker than some of your classmates I might add.”

“They’re idiots, of course we did.” Katsuki said, helping Kirishima to his feet.

“This scenario actually happened to some people. A guy used his quirk to make poisonous gas masks. You can read about it in your homework. I want a report on it tomorrow. Good work today.” Aizawa said. The boys left, feeling good about their accomplishment.

Katsuki opened his mouth, about to ask Izuku to stay back for a minute to talk, but Kirishima grabbed his arm, holding him back. Katsuki watched as Izuku ran up next to Todoroki and the two made their way back to the dorm together. “Do you need something, Shitty Hair?”

“I decided I’m leaving tonight to go see Camie.”

There were no words. “How fucking stupid are you?” was all he could say after a minute of just taking in the sheer absurdity of that statement.

“I found a way to take off the ankle bracelet.” Kirishima said. “I wanted to see if they really were tracking our movements, so I took it off and went to the second floor to talk to Midoriya. They are only tracking the bracelet.” He bent down like he was going to tie his shoe, but pushed down on three out of the twelve buttons in a certain order and it clicked right off. “I just need to know how to get off campus.” He clicked it back on.

Katsuki thought about it. He watched Izuku as he and Todoroki walked next to each other. His heart sank in his chest as Izuku laughed at something Todoroki said. If he could get his bracelet off, maybe he could go see Izuku tonight. In his room. He wanted nothing more than to just have a second alone with him. He selfishly wanted Izuku to hold him again. Just the feeling made Katsuki’s heart tighten in his chest. “It’s harder than you think. Each teacher has a code to get through. The night I left was Hound Dog’s shift—,”

“Yeah,” Kirishima said, pointing to a scratch on his face. “Yeah, I know. We ran into him trying to climb the gate.”

Feeling badly, Katsuki explained, “There’s a teacher’s entrance at the gate 12. Each teacher has a code and you need the code to leave.”

“Woah, that’s it?” Kirishima asked. “Who’s working tonight?”

“Midnight.” Katsuki said. “But I don’t know her code.” That was a lie. He knew all the codes and who was working when.

“Damn. I just—I heard all you guys talking about how far you’d gotten and I know Camie’s the girl I want to lose it too.” Kirishima closed his eyes in embarrassment. “I’m just not manly enough.”

Katsuki sighed. “Midnight’s code is literally 1-2-3-4.”

Kirishima’s eyes lit up. “Oh man, I’m so pumped.” He used his arm to make and fist, and hardened it with his quirk, using it to lightly punch Katsuki.

Katsuki pulled out his wallet and handed him a condom. “Make sure you wear this. Last time—,” he suddenly stopped himself, not wanting to reveal that he and Camie had sex to Kirishima. He coughed, correcting himself, “I don’t care what Camie says, it’s not worth your dick falling off.”

Kirishima looked at it. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Thanks, dude!” He ran up ahead, past Todoroki and Izuku. Katsuki started humming. He was excited too.

He was going to see Izuku tonight.

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#katsudeku #izukatsu #katsuki x izuku #bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #mha midoriya #mha bakugou

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jerkbitchidjitassbutt · 5 years ago

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Moments (Part 14-Fin)

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members

Anon Request: Hello, I was wondering if i could request a Jensen x Fan Reader fic were they meet at a con. There they keep running into each other. Thank You.

Summary: Attending a convention has always been a dream - and that dream is now a reality. Little did you know a clumsy run-in would lead to meeting one of your favorite actors. Who knows what the weekend will hold.

A/n: As always, thanks to my sweet beta, @winchester-writes. Masterlist is attached in a reblog if you’d like to catch up! W/C: 1900. Warnings: none? Jensen and Jared being adorable. Maybe a smidge of embarrassment? Alllll the fluff. Literally, like lethal fluff. Unrealistic level fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

“This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Its… its about a picture.”

It wasn’t that the question was entirely a surprise. You had made it about 30 minutes into the J2 panel before someone brought it up. You knew people would be skeptical and want to dig, but a part of you was still shocked when young Caroline proposed the question.

Your feet halted in place, cementing you in the middle of the aisle in a crowded ballroom. Your back was turned to the stage as she continued with trepidation in her voice, “I don't want to pry…”

Jensen held his hands in a shrug with a large smile on his face, “Obviously.” He joked. The crowd laughed, but he settled them quickly by probing her further, “No, its okay. Please continue.”

The microphone shook slightly in her hands as she held it up to speak, “A picture was on social media this morning of you.”

“What picture? Is it of me?” Jared asked.

“She just said it was of me.” Jensen retorted, causing his friend to snort and back away slightly and the audience to giggle. “What picture is it?”

“This one!” Someone yelled from the first row, their arm extended with a phone screen lit. Both men leapt off of their chairs and ventured toward the end of the stage, taking the phone and peering at the evidence.

You were still standing beside your assigned row toward the back of the room, but hadn’t ventured back to your seat. You were enthralled in the exchange that was happening on stage.

Jensen held the cell phone closer to his face and then further away, like someone who needed their glasses but didn’t have them.

“Is that even me?” he questioned, feigning innocence. When those in front of him roared, “Yes!”, he retreated, palms facing the crowd in surrender and shock.

He handed the phone back to its owner and went back to his seat, Jared following close behind him. “Well, we’ve established its me.” He mocked. “So, Caroline, what is your question, then?” he beckoned.

“My question is… is there a relationship update that we need?” she giggled.

Y/f/n’s eyes darted between you and Jensen, noting that his face turned a particular shade of red and his smile widened. She contemplated leaping out of her seat and rushing to your side, to urge you to sit down or to leave the room, but she elected to leave you be.

You simply stood, waiting to hear his answer with your hands covering your mouth. Your brain was screaming for you to sit down or retreat, something, but your body didn’t listen.

Jensen dropped his head as Jared held a fist under his chin, beckoning towards his co-star and waiting for an answer. Jensen turned to look at him and open palm pushed his face away with an even larger grin.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he spoke into the mic, “there… there is someone.”

You jumped slightly when the crowd cheered wildly and a few people stood to clap. It surprised you. It was almost as though you were expecting a different reaction.

When the applause dulled, someone yelled, “Who is she?” Another blurted, “Tell us about her!”

“Okay, okay!” he yelled in a faux grumpy façade. “You really wanna know?” he teased.

A resounding scream told him his answer.

He hesitated, looking toward his feet and rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“I actually just met her a few days ago… but I’ll be honest with you guys.” Jensen paused and veered his sight toward the crowd. It was still difficult to see in the overhead lights, and this wasn’t as private as he would’ve hoped your discussion would be, but he wanted to make it known to you and whomever would listen. “I’m already smitten with this girl.”

Everyone in the room ‘awed’ as the air left your lungs.

He was still staring in your direction as he spoke slowly and deliberately, timing each phrase perfectly, “She’s amazing. She’s smart and funny. The few days that I’ve spent with her have been magic. I’m serious, you guys. I’ve… uh… I’ve never been one of those people who totally believes in fairytales or anything, but I’m starting to believe a little bit more. She looks at me like no one else ever has; like I’m the only person in the room, no matter how many people are there. And right now,” he took a deep breath, thinking heavily before allowing the words to flow from his lips, “she’s the only one in this room to me.”

An audible gasp left just about everyone sitting in their chairs, heads turning furiously from side to side to gaze over the crowd. A hush of whispers—and not so much whispers—of people questioning, “she’s here? Where?”

“To clarify, yes. She is here.” Jensen assured, nodding and wiggling in his seat while he adjusted his shirt. “We met here, at the hotel… But…” he held up a hand to steady the crowd, many of whom were still engaged in hushed conversations of spectacle, “we’re not entirely ‘public’ yet.” He said using Jared’s overly exaggerated air quotes around the ‘public’ part, looking to his friend to make it known that he was intending it as a well-meaning jab to poke fun.

“Let me tell you guys something; this dude’s got it bad!” Jared drawled, finally speaking into the microphone. “But listen guys, I’m all for it. I’ve met her; most of the cast has met her. She’s really awesome… You know what? Speaking of which, have you actually asked her out yet?” he boomed, speaking with enunciation and articulating the ‘t’ in yet with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

Jensen eyed his friend and turned a different shade of pink, one of both embarrassment and giddiness, shushing him loudly.

“Have you?” Caroline asked boldly, almost forgotten on the side of the stage.

“Who’s side are you on, Caroline?!” Jensen yelled accusingly. The audience laughed again, always pleased with a bit of grumpy!Jensen. Caroline, whose nerves had seemingly subsided, appeared to shrug her shoulders as she waited for him to answer. “Officially? Not exactly.” The audience roared and questioned why. “It's complicated you guys.” He sighed, “My whole interest is protecting her. I’d waltz right up to her now and declare it to the world if I knew she was ready, but until she…” he paused, eyeing you directly for a short moment, “tells me so, I will do everything in my power to make sure she’s comfortable.”

People were still looking around the room, searching for whoever this mystery woman could be. Others were holding their hands over their chest, clearly swooning over his confession, but no one could swoon harder than you in that moment. He was right. You wanted to tell everyone within a 10-mile radius and beyond that you were falling hard for the man on stage.

You weren’t sure if he could see you, but you gave him a nod, signifying that you were ready for whatever he was.

Jensen’s face lit up with a beaming smile, not leaving yours for a moment of bliss.

Finally, Jensen spoke into the mic, a slight shake in his voice at first, “Alright. Well, guys… wudya think? Should I ask her?”

“YES!” everyone shouted.

“Are you sure?” he questioned.

“YES!”

“Positive?”

Jared screamed into his microphone, “Yes!”, causing the speakers to squeal and nearly busting the eardrums of everyone present.

Jensen stepped off of his chair with rosy cheeks and made his way down the ramp on the side of the stage. Cell phones popped up from every angle as he strolled through the room with the microphone in his hand. He walked with determination, but a nervousness could be seen in his adorably shy demeanor.

The overhead lights came on as he passed the front of the stage and turned down the row where you stood, still motionless with teary eyes. He lifted his eyes from the burgundy and gold carpet as soon as his feet carried him around the bend of chairs in the first row. When he met your eyes, a new sense of determination and certainty seemed to wash over him and he flipped the microphone in his hand as his pace quickened.

You couldn’t help but twist your hands in anticipation. If it wasn’t obvious that you were the mystery woman before, it began to click in people’s minds as they looked between you and the actor who was purposefully striding towards you.

In that moment, nothing else was in focus. All that was visible was him, his green eyes shining and his plump lips sealed together in a smile.

Jensen considered slowing his step. He contemplated making some sort of speech when he planted himself in front of you. In the ten seconds it took for him to reach you, a million different scenarios passed through his mind as to how he could make this moment perfect for you, but only one seemed to do his desire justice. He marched toward you, row by row passing and the roar of the crowd dulled to a whir in his ears.

When he finally reached you, he simply circled his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, capturing your lips as the crowd boomed with applause. You locked your wrists around his neck and balanced on your toes to reach his mouth immediately. Hearing nothing but your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, everything around you became hazy.

Jensen reached toward your hair and cradled your head in his hand, planting kiss after kiss to your lips until he slowly retreated.

Taking your hand, he held the microphone to his lips and said, “Y/n. I think its only appropriate that I ask you—in front of the SPN family—“ he gestured across the room, making them all roar in excitement, “officially, to be my girlfriend. I know its quick, and the road ahead is still a little unknown, but I know I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't take this chance with you.” he dropped the microphone to his side, so that only you and those around you could hear the rest, “What do you say, sweetheart? Want to give this a try?”

The two of you didn’t know everything about one another yet. You didn’t know everything about each other’s childhoods, but you knew enough of the man in front of you. From your conversations, you knew the important things. You knew birthdays and favorite songs. You knew hopes and dreams. You knew he was sensitive, sweet, and caring above all else. So, you already knew what your answer would be.

Nodding eagerly, you replied, “Yes.”

Jensen hugged you to him, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, before taking your hand and waltzing you to the stage. He introduced you to the crowd as his ‘newly appointed’ girlfriend, and then sent you backstage where the rest of the cast met you with open arms.

“I’m sending her back there so you guys don't stampede her after we’re done.” Everyone laughed as he positioned himself on his chair next to Jared, a bright, glowing grin present on his lips. “Alrighty then… since that’s out of the way…” he chuckled, adjusting the microphone in his hands, “should we move on? Next question!”

Y/f/n had been standing from her chair, along with a good portion of the room, taking video of the whole interaction. In that instance, she knew she had never been more proud of you. Taking a chance, leaping towards your own happiness—it was what she had always hoped for you. She turned the camera to herself and spoke with teary eyes and sniffles, “best. weekend… ever.”

Fin.

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obsidiancreates · 5 years ago

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Falling Through The Hourglass

(This is a long one y’all. Also this is the song. This is a lot longer than just one play but it’s still helpful to listen to it. Maybe loop it or something. That’s what I did while writing. Also this is character! Sid and not me so don’t worry, this is a super exaggerated thing to make a good story.)

(This’ll make more sense if you read this first.)

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Sid puts her headphones on and scrolls down to the bottom of her playlist. “Okay, just one time,” she mutters as she clicks a song.

Three plays later she hits the loop button.

When pretending lends a helping hand We hold it close, so close and never let it go

She leans back against the wall and closes her eyes, her imagination demanding her attention. She lets herself be pulled into a daydream, the music becoming pleasant background noise.

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Then the pen begins to write the story

“So,” Evelyn says, passing Sid a mint cookie, “How’s everything going in your world?”

Sid takes a bite of the cookie and shrugs. “Okay, I guess. Had a breakdown a little while ago but that’s about it.”

Malum sets his own cookie down. “A breakdown?” His voice is filled with concern.

“Not a big one... well, that’s a lie, but not a... it was different from the other ones,” Sid says, struggling to explain it. Her face twists in thought, and she chews her lip without realizing. “I just got a little frustrated with reality, you know?” She looks at her characters. “Um, maybe not actually.” She put the cookie down in her lap. “Just... I want to have real magic, real powers. Real fun.” Her eyes drift to a spot on the wall, and stay there, unfocused. “I wanna just... just not have any stupid limits.”

The room goes quiet. Sid’s stares at the wall, and the familiar feeling of an imagining makes her head feel fuzzy. Even in one imagining, another can always snatch her away. The room begins to fade, becoming blurry, like she needs to put on glasses. She blinks and sighs, trying to stay focused on the current situation. “Sorry for being a downer.”

“Hey, we’re here for you to vent to,” Ashlyn says. She furrows her brows, and grabs Sid’s shoulder to get the younger girl to look at her. “Are you okay? You’re pupils are really big.”

“I mean, I’ve got my eyes closed in real life. Maybe that’s it.” The room goes blurry again, and this time she has to shake her head.

“Hey,” Ashlyn waves her hand in front of Sid’s eyes, which are getting more and more distant. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

With an end that bends right out of our control

Sid blinks, and squints. “I... um...”

“Sid?” Evelyn’s voice is muffled, and the last Sid sees is Evelyn moving closer.

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Sid is pulled from the fuzzy, unfocused state and into a... a void. An endless expanse of blackness that feels... very familiar.

And... is that the music from her headphones?

An image appears in front of her, bigger than a movie theater screen, and she stumbles back with a yelp.

How did we get so jaded? I don't know

It’s her. Sitting on her bed, staring at the wall, wishing to go somewhere and have an adventure. Then sitting in the car, staring out the window, imagining fighting shadowy creatures that threaten the whole world. It’s her, in a million situations, none of them new, making them into imagining sessions.

Was it the white lies feeding our egos? I never valued minutes I burned through Is that just how it goes?

Hours. Hours of loosing herself in her imagination, because what else was there to do? Hours, without eating, with minimal moving... passing her by...

Seconds I wasted, I was fixated

Sid tears her eyes away and pushes herself back to her feet. She looks around her for anything else, but there’s just... nothing.

Which means something is waiting for it’s moment.

You're devastated, sorry to say

She takes a step away from the screen behind her, and the floor cracks. A dark purple line, jagged and rough, splits the pitch black ground. “Shit.”

I can't fix it, is this where I give in?

She tries to run, but the cracks follow her, becoming bigger and bigger, more and more branching off of each other...

I'm falling through the hourglass

The ground shatters completely, and she falls down into the darkness, her scream being drowned out by the music echoing around her.

And I don't think I'll ever make it back

She lands on her back, a gasp of pain ripping from her throat and almost choking her. This place doesn’t look any different, but it feels different. Deeper into... wherever she is.

So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb

She struggles to her feet, her hand pressed to her chest, her face twisted in pain. She starts walking, not knowing where exactly she’s trying to go. She’s knocked back down, however, by some invisible barrier. “What?” she wheezes. She stares at the spot for a moment, and reaches out to touch it. It’s solid.

Victim to the sands of time

“I- no, no, I have to get out of here.” She backs away from the hidden wall. She turns and runs. She runs not knowing if she’s actually moving, actually getting anywhere. She just runs.

Falling through the hourglass, the hourglass

She stumbles, trips over her own feet, and the cracks appear again, and again she falls.

Time is strange, it's ever flowing, never going back

She falls through memories. Memories of wanting to go out but not being able to, memories of playing pretend but not feeling like it was enough, memories of reading books and desperately wishing to be in that world instead of her own. Of days where she did have adventures, climbing trees and exploring new places, letting go of swings while high in the air and being thrown off while feeling like she was flying...

It moves, but only in one way

She hits the ground again, and the memories vanish.

Turn the page, look back at what you wrote

The void shifts, changes, and instead of lying on nothing Sid is lying on the floor of Ashlyn’s apartment. She gets up, ready to tell her characters about what just happened, but sees her hand.

Or rather, sees through her hand.

Ashlyn walks right through her, a plate of cupcakes in hand. It’s a scene from an older piece, she knows that, but she can’t really remember anything about it.

The characters are smiling, chatting, eating...

But... they aren’t doing anything. Nothing... nothing that Sid can’t do already.

Do you still feel the same?

Why... why does she feel the need to write that kind of stuff? So... boring.

Tame.

I'll bet your mind has changed

Shouldn’t her imagination be more... outrageous? It’s just in her head, she can make anything happen. She can go wild.

How did it get so scary? I don't know

The scene melts away, and Sid finds herself staring at her reflection.

Or maybe it’s a clone?

It’s her, but... wrong.

Her reflection grins with teeth that are just too sharp, and grabs her wrist. Sid yelps. She twists her arms, trying to get away, but her double’s grip is too tight. She’s pulled forward, and as soon as she collides with the other her, the double is gone.

Was it the hard life starving our egos?

With the double’s disappearance comes the imagine of Sid’s living room. The room where she spends most of her waking time, when not in the room she shares with her brother. Instead of giving her the feeling of being home, like it usually does, it makes her feel... empty.

I never valued minutes I burned through Is that just how it goes? Seconds I wasted, I was fixated You're devastated, sorry to say

And then...

And then she feels angry.

Angry, sad, empty, numb...

All the time, sitting on the couch and on her bed, dreaming of fun, dreaming of doing what she wanted to do, expressing what she wanted to express, saying what she wanted to say...

All of it stuck in the little imaginary world, a world she was in charge of but still held back from really pushing to it’s limits.

Limits.

No... no more limits.

I can't fix it, is this where I give in?

Sid grins. No more limits. She can do whatever she wants, so why doesn’t she?

She feels a warmth in her hands, and when she looks down she sees they’ve gone from plain transparent to purple.

Let's go

Sid laughs. Oh, she’s feels good. She walks over to the wall and kicks it as hard as she can. The whole room shatters, and she’s back in the void, but now the cracks are everywhere. They go on as far as the eye can see, glowing purple.

I'm falling through the hourglass And I don't think I'll ever make it back

Sid crosses her arms over her chest and falls back. The ground shatters before she hits, and she falls, grinning as wide as she can.

So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb, victim to the sands of time Falling through the hourglass, the hourglass

She falls past memories of wishing, memories of dreaming, memories of waiting for things to get to a point with a little excitement, a little flair...

She throws her arms out and laughs as her nails tear up the memories.

'Cause that's just how it goes

The cracks crawl up from below and down from above. They shatter the memories, real and imagined. They run through images of Evelyn, Carter, Ashlyn, Malum, Haley... and Sid watches with glee.

'Cause that's just how it goes

No more dull stories. No more wasting time wishing for fun and then not even making it happen in her imagination.

No more wasting time on cute, fluffy nonsense.

'Cause that's just how it goes

From now on things will be fun. Things will be wild.

I'm falling through the hourglass And I don't think I'll ever make it back So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb, victim to the sands of time Falling through the hourglass, through the hourglass

She just keeps falling, the cracks getting bigger and bigger, breaking more and more memories and ideas.

And as she falls the purple glow gets more and more intense, almost reversing, the purple seeming to get darker and darker...

I'm falling through the hourglass And I don't think I'll ever make it back So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb, victim to the sands of time

She never hits the ground. She just grabs the broken pieces of her mind and throws them at what remains, watching as the cracks speed up in their spreading. Around the cracks, in the areas of missing mind, is the void, and Sid’s can now see that it’s not black. It’s a deep, dark purple.

Falling through the hourglass, the hourglass

She closes her eyes and leans back, falling even faster.

#Character!Sid is fucked y'all #my writing #writing #Ferox #That's her name now by the way #My OCs #I guess?

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imcynfinite · 5 years ago

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her name is cyn.

This kid. Head always in the clouds. You couldn't keep her grounded. Only liked reality when it stimulated her imagination. Read a lot of books because she liked the trip. Did a lot of unhealthy things for attention. Always compared to her sisters and never getting affection just for herself, there had to be another way to get noticed. So she stole. Glasses from her classmate's desks during reading time on the carpet (sorry, Salita), Sour Power candy from lunchboxes after bake sales, mechanical pencils from the supply shop that she'd tuck into her uniform jumper, books from the library after she read them, pretending she returned them just so she could have their worlds to escape to at home whenever she needed to. She lied a lot, too. A pathological liar. That's what her mother called her when she was caught in the act. She was ALWAYS caught in the act, but couldn't stop doing it. Lying felt good. Even as the lie formed words that she knew wouldn't be convincing enough, she could. Not. Stop. It was here that she first learned she could tell stories, but didn't see her power yet. She used them ill. When she couldn’t drift off, she grew resentful. Loved alone time. Sought after it to escape. Sure, she'd play dolls with her little sister, or watch Saturday morning cartoons and Toonami after school with her older sister. She allowed herself to be herself with her siblings, but only until she was compared to them or didn't have control over the situation. She was never good enough. She couldn't be the pageant queen with stardom in her future like her little sister, and couldn't be the first born who did everything right like her older sister. She didn't understand the pressures they faced holding such titles, but at that age, how could she? At that age, it stung. What could she do right? What title could she hold? She loved her sisters, but couldn't be them. So deep down, she grew resentful. Acted really mean towards them, in ways she couldn't help. Much much later on, she'd spend a day trying to understand why she grew cold with them so many times during her teens and young adulthood, and the resentment will click. It'll all make sense to her, the healing to not blame her sisters for their parents' comparisons will begin, and a newfound friendship and appreciation will bloom. But here? How could she have known? She loved food. Don't know when it started, but once it did, it took off. She ate a lot, because food made her happy. When she was sad and resentful, food was forgiving. Soothing. It didn't judge her in the slightest. She'd ask for more at dinner. Get the extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. Asked the kids during lunch if they were gonna finish that. Sometimes was so hungry, she'd sneak and take a bite or two of her lunch before the bell. She started gaining weight. That cute face growing round, belly poking. But she was fine. A beautiful, chubby kid. The first time she learned something was wrong with her body, though, was seven years old. Frustrated they couldn't find a communion dress that fit, her mother told her it was her fault. "You have to do something about this." A few years later, her father, out of deep frustration and desperate to bring her to shame to incite some motivation, called her an elephant. Her mother tried to take food away from her, but that just made her want it even more. How could something that made her feel good be so bad? The one thing that validated her existence was the enemy? No. Her mother tried, and tried, and tried. But little did she know, it just made the girl cling to it harder. Seek its affection. Crave its nurturing. She had no idea she was growing an addiction. This kid had charm. You see that smile? The softness in her eyes. The brightness in her spirit. She did things her way, because she projected the world as what she saw in her head. People were charmed by it, and she had no idea. Co-workers of her mother took a liking to her every time she came to the parties. One in particular always gifted her with Nancy Drew books, every birthday. Just because. She thought this kid was beautiful and joyous and couldn't help checking in on her or asking her mother how she was. Asking if she finished reading her book, and considering expanding her gifts to include The Hardy Boys. ...People watched this girl. Liked her spunk. Liked the mystery of not knowing what exactly she was, but feeling good being in her presence. This kid had charm, and she had no idea. How could she? If she wasn't being compared to, she was told no one would like her looking like she did, round belly and all. That having bad grades meant you were lazy and stupid, and not that you possibly had issues concentrating. Teachers complained about her staring out of the windows for too long and not doing her homework. Kids bullied her for not being pretty or not liking what they liked. That she kept to herself and was a "trouble maker". No one liked the kids who upset the teachers. Sisters that loved her but couldn't stick up for her. They didn't understand. She didn't have anyone to tell her she was just fine the way she was. Magnificent, even. She grew tired of the loneliness. Her imagination was fun, sure. But reality got realer, and she needed a way to deal. She just had to. So, she transformed. Right into high school, she became a vibrant spirit who cracked jokes to make people laugh. Rebelled against her parents and pretended not getting good grades and being fat was something she wasn't ashamed of. Joined drama club and performed on stages. Cut off her permed hair and rocked a fro. Writing like crazy and showing anyone who cared; growing a fan base in school and online. She didn't know it then, but it was here she was learning her voice had volume, and people wanted her to blast it. She became someone she'd write about in her stories. Even though it was all an act, her best starring role to date, it was enough to help her get by. To survive. It silenced the self-hatred that was beginning to build due to neglect of interrogation, but as time went on and new masks took form, she realized pretending meant neglecting that inner child who just wanted to be herself and liked for it. Who didn't want to be compared. Who didn't want to be frowned upon for not being pretty. Who didn't want to be told they were too much, or too little. Who just wanted to SHOW UP, without pushback. At 29 years old, I've realized how much of myself I've created just to be seen. Over the last five years, something has called on me to undo those masks and to begin living in my truth. As a storyteller who wants to hold up the mirror, I was chosen to perform, and I was then tasked to learn how to leave the costume backstage. Not to make a home out of it. For friends, for lovers, for parents, for society, I have done so much dancing to survive, but that isn't LIVING. That isn't love. It's not care, it's not protection, it's not kindness. For a majority of my childhood, I spent it daydreaming. Wishing reality could look like my wildest dreams. And here I am, facing what truth looks like and realizing that I can bend it. I can find a way to merge my dreams and my reality without disappointing my inner child who'd rather get lost in the clouds and pretend she's riding them. That kid doesn't know how amazing she is. I don't remember everything, but for the things I do, sometimes I'm charmed by her, too. I look in the mirror and don't always recognize that kid, but sometimes when I look off into the distance and my lover asks, "Hey. Where did you go?" or my mother looks at me and just smiles because I'm radiating light she can't deny, I remember. When I write my tweets and people respond with, "You should write a book. The way you write, I'd read anything you make," I remember. When I decide to meditate and my imagination brings me back to a dream I had a while ago, I remember. When I look in the mirror and look past the make-up and the experiences I've lived, I see her. She's so precious, man. She's a kook, lol. She's rambunctious and impulsive and loud and expressive and quiet and dreamy and fluid and hard. She's a whole ass universe. I wish she knew her impact. God, I wish she knew. I do my best to tell her... well, I'm learning to. When she wants to throw a tantrum, I'm learning how to parent her the way she needed. I'm trying to work with her. When she wants me to perform for people to get the attention she wants, I try not to fight her but get her to understand we can't do that anymore. That maybe we don't NEED to do that anymore. That maybe it's time we just be who we wanna be. She doesn't know what that means. I try to explain that it's like her daydreams, except real. She's not convinced. "Dreams are better." She walks away to her corner to embark on a mental journey. It's a constant battle with her. She wins a lot of the time. She's stubborn like that. But every now and again, when something in reality works just like or better than we could have imagined, there's a glimmer in her eye. Hope, I think.

As I learn to navigate adulting, I run into fear, and run away from responsibility. But 2019 taught me that it's high time I stop running, because the freedom I'm meant to have is so rich and the brilliance I harbor is so abundant, they're meant to marry. The mirror I want my stories to reflect to the world require I go through this transformation, and feel it ALL. I've stayed in places I didn't belong, loved people who weren't as good to me as they could, hid from opportunities that could give me wings, all because of who I thought I was. All of the voices from people I loved who, when I think about it now, were simply afraid for me and themselves and just didn't know how to say that. Despite knowing the masks I've put in place to survive and understanding that in 2020, I'm being asked to leave them behind, the fear of shedding skin is real. Because that means people I wanted to stay forever have to go. The stories I repeat to myself have to end. Discernment to trust I will always do my best to give myself what I need must be sharpened. Love, the way I want to experience it, must be given room to walk into and I have to set the example. 2019, my goodness. What an acid trip. A chapter I hated to write, and probably should have embraced more of. It dragged me because I had given up on myself during a period where curiosity could have governed me further. I remember being a kid who loved to be curious. Now, I hide away in fear. Where is that girl? I'm determined to meet her again. Talk to her. Conjure up a master plan. I cannot play small, and the universe has stopped begging. It's sitting back now, watching what I'll do now that it's not up my ass. I turn 30 years old this year, and there's something personal to that. A resonance very warm. Will I meet the beauty of that turning point of my life with arms wide open? Will I grab the opportunity to take that kid's hand and show her something different? Can I stand by her?... This kid's name is Cynthia. She's one of the coolest kids I know. And if no one else can, then I will. I'll stand by her. I'll stand by me.

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sakuwriteshere · 6 years ago

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The Winchesters and the Librarian: Chapter 1

Summary: Two families, two different legacies but one common fate. Y/N Y/L/N, the newest and only Librarian met the Winchesters brothers during one of her quests. None of them knew that it was the beginning of a strange and awkward friendship. And maybe, even more than that.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader, Sam Winchester x Female Reader (friendship)

Warnings: None at the moment. Slight mention of violence but nothing graphic. In future chapters, possibly angst, violence, mention of blood, bad language and mayyyyybe smut (not sure about that one, yet)

Words count: 1743

A/N: So another series! I like slow burn and long stories so I can’t help! I thought it would be fun to write something about those two shows. I loved the Librarian TV show, and the humour in it and I think SPN could mix perfectly.

Anyway! I don’t know how long this series will be or even where it’s going but I had fun writing the first chapter! Hope you’ll like it too and feel free to share your ideas about future chapters.

English is not my native tongue and this is un-betated, so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Disclamer: I do NOT own Supernatural / The Librarian or any character of the shows which are the CW company properties. This work is for free entertainment only.

A/N: Not my gif

Chapter 1 : The Bleeding Crown of the Vampire Queen of Northampto

Run. Run for your life. That’s what they said. And it was true. You’ve been running for a while now, how long exactly, you didn’t know, but the aching feeling in your muscles was a good hint and your whole body was screaming at you to stop.

You’ve been in a pretty good physique condition because of your work. Sometimes you had to fight or run to achieve what you’re supposed to. Well, tonight, it seemed like you had to run. You had discovered that Vampires really existed, and they were pretty strong for some kind of undead people. They were strong and persistent, exactly the reason why you were running. Next time, you’ll think twice before trespassing into their nest.

A weak smile appeared on your face as the little motel you were staying at came into view. In a few seconds you would be safe. Just hang on a bit more, Y/N!

You crashed against your room door and fumbled with your keys. You looked back, looking for any monster and readjusted your bag’s strap on your shoulder. You entered your room and closed the door right behind you, your back pressed against the door and you could finally let out a big, shuddering breath. You needed a second to recover. You knew they were coming but you needed just one, freaking second.

You let out a disgusting yell as someone, or something, banged against your door, the wooden plank trembling behind the force on it. Without wasting anymore second, you jumped on the other side of your bed, searching for the weapons you had gathered. A girl needs to be prepared. And even though, you just discovered that vampires did exist one hour ago, you brought with you some tools that were going to be handy.

As the door broke into pieces you turned around and faced the two vampires that entered your room. The grip around the wooden stake tightened and you took a deep breath as you lifted your other hand in front of you.

The monsters looked dumbfounded at the crucifix you were holding, then snickered.

“Step back!” You ordered them, brandishing the crucifix once again.

You saw one of them stepping closer and you swallowed hard.

“Really?” He asked as his foot bumped into a garlic chain that you have set up as a trap.

“Oh God.” You murmured as you saw his fangs.

Nothing was working. The garlic? Fail. The Crucifix? They weren’t scared of it. There was only one last weapon in your hand.

“That toothpick won’t do anything, darlin’” The other vampire chuckled as he came closer too.

Why nothing was working? You’ve read the lore, well not really, you should have read it but you thought that vampires didn’t exist before tonight so why would you bother? If you came out of this alive you knew Jenkins was going to kill you for your incompetence.

As the nearest one was going to jump on you, you turned your back slightly, adopting a defensive stance and shielded your face with your forearms, the stake still in your hand.

You heard a cutting sound then something falling heavily on the carpeted floor. With your eyes still closed you waited for the deadly hit but nothing came. After a few seconds you cracked an eye open and noticed that the vampires were gone. Well, they were more laying on the floor, in the middle of a pool of blood and beheaded.

“What the…” You whispered, tilting your head on the side.

“You alright?” Someone asked you and finally you lifted your face and noticed the two men inside your room.

They didn’t look like vampires. They were wearing some plaid shirts and jeans, and more importantly they had a machete, covered in blood, in their hands. Their faces weren’t as pale as the creatures you’ve met before. The one who asked about your wellbeing, had shaggy long hair, a pair of captivating hazel eyes and a handsome face.

“I…” You trailed, too captivated by this enigmatic tall, strong man.

“Garlic? Really?” Another voice said from the corner of the room. If the first man was handsome, there was no word in your vocabulary to describe the other one. He was a tad smaller than the first one, even though he was still taller than you, had short dirty blond hair and the most amazing pair of green eyes that you’ve ever seen.

“And look at that,” the smallest one chuckled as he hit the other guy’s forearm. “A crucifix and a pair of wooden stakes! What are you? Buffy, the Vampires’ slayer?” He was the only one laughing.

“I,” you struggled to speak. You licked your dry lips and blinked a few times before the reality punched you right in the face. “This isn’t funny! Those are vampires and-”

“Oh we know, thank you very much!” He said angrily.

“Dean!” The tallest one hissed, stopping his friend to say more.

First impression always gave a good hint about a person. And right now, you knew you didn’t like this Dean. He seemed so full of himself.

“Whatever.” You sighed as you grabbed your bag and started to collect the rest of your stuff all around the room. “There’s others and it’s better if we leave before they come here.”

“We took care of the rest of the nest. Calm down, Buffy.” Dean said as he swiped the blood on his blade with the corner of his plaid shirt.

Just like you thought. So full of himself!

“Stop calling me, Buffy!” You grunted as you knelt and tried to reach the pair of pants that somewhat rolled under the bed.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re welcome by the way. Come on, Sam.” Dean shrugged before motioning the other man to follow him as he headed for the exit.

“Wait, wait a second.” Sam stopped him and came closer, crouching next to you.

You came from under the bed and huffed, pushing a strand of hair that fell in front of your eyes and nearly squeaked at Sam’s proximity.

“Why were you into the nest?” Dean nodded, he wouldn’t admit it but he was a bit curious as well. They had seen you entering the mansion the vampires were hiding in. And since you had come out without a biting mark, you weren’t just a regular civilian. Maybe just a crazy Buffy-wannabe.

The question made you smile proudly. You grabbed the bag that laid on your bed and checked at what was inside. “I needed to collect something.” You said as you pulled something from inside your bag.

You showed Sam the beautiful golden crown. It wasn’t big, just the size of a tiara, with three little pointy ends on the top. In the middle of the crown there was a big red ruby, as red as the blood you saw earlier.

“A freaking crown?” Dean asked, bewildered. You had risked your life and theirs, for a stupid piece of jewelry?

Your nose scrunched up at Dean’s insult and you put the crown back into the safety of your bag.

“This isn’t just a crown! This is the Bleeding Crown of the Vampire Queen of Northampto.”

“Not-a-what?” Dean asked, his hands resting on his hips, and licking his lips as he tried to understand what you were saying.

“Northampto.” You repeated easily. “This is a very old artefact. It seems like it has some powers, like robing the youth and keeping its owner young and strong forever.” You added.

“This explains why the vics looked so old.” Sam whispered into Dean’s ear. “Are- are you a hunter?” He asked as he turned towards you.

“A hunter? Come on Sam! She’s barely pulling out her Buffy’s cosplay!” Dean scoffed, waving an arm in your direction.

“Stop calling me Buffy! My name is Y/N!” You said through greeted teeth, your hands turned into fists.

“I can call you whatever I want, and I think Buffy, pretty suits you.” Dean forced a smile, he was acting so childish! “She must be a thief, like that Bella chick.”

You narrowed your eyes at that pompous-handsome-but-I-wanna-punch-you-in-the-face bastard when you heard him insulting you again.

“I’m not a thief!” You scoffed, and you blew some air to push back the strand that fell in front of your eyes again. “I’m a librarian!” You announced proudly, your chin high in the air and your back straight.

The two men looked at you with a stupid look. The three of you fell silent and the awkward tension was quickly filling the room.

“Your kind of librarian or my kind?” Dean asked softly as he bend towards Sam.

“She’s wearing clothes. Definitely not your kind.” Sam whispered back, still looking at you but glancing at his friend, nonetheless.

You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated groan as you started to collect your belongings again. As you pilled up several books that were on the bedside table, Dean smirked and hit Sam’s chest.

“Too many books. She’s your kind.”

Sam gave him his best bitchy face before walking closer.

“Listen, I think we started on the wrong foot. I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean.”

You turned around and faced Sam, the pile of book getting heavier with each second that passed and you looked at the hand Sam was holding in front of you. You struggled but managed to shake his hand, anyway.

“Listen,” you said as Sam took the books from your hands, smiling at him for the help. “Thank you very much for earlier. I don’t like violence, but I appreciate your help. Really. I have to go and put this artefact in a safe place, where nobody could use it.”

You explained as you collected the remaining stuff. Once everything was packed, you took your bags and headed for the door. You watched the two dead bodies and stepped carefully over them and closed your eyes as you saw the broken door. Jenkins was so going to kill you for that. ‘Be smart and discreet’ he said, you were sure you would hear about it for a long, long time.

“Thanks again, boys.” You waved and exited the room, heading for your car.

“Take care, Y/N.” Sam waved back even though you couldn’t see him.

“Yeah and avoid the vampires, Buffy!” Dean shouted, a shit eating grin at the corner of his lips once he saw you tripped on your foot.

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manlyman06 · 6 years ago

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Katara and Toph or how to make strong women

I talk here about stRong in the term of good writing no just strong about badass skills even if this have a important part in their developement.

Let describes each of this character:

You will find the entire article in the great blog: http://femalefortitude.blogspot.com I advise you to go take a look ;)

Katara : She should have been the heroine of the serie in my opinion, she is a young girl who despites her young age take many responsability, she take care of her family and organize the most part of the journey with their group, she is very interesting beacause despites having cleary amother role, she have goals she have doubts and defaults, she thinks about her and have a strong wil.

Her dreams it’s to becoming a Master in water bending, by make her dream comes true she doesn’t hesitate to steal a trarining parchement, that can be view as a bad thing but it is very coherent due to the situation that she see Ang becoming more and more powerful with the water bending, and i don’t think it’s jealousy i think is ambitious, but the moment in the serie where we see that is real deveolop character and not just a female support for the hero is in the Northern Water Tribe episode.

Having worked with Aang to develop her ability, Katara seeks a master to train her. Unfortunately, the best instructor available, Master Pakku, refuses her entry to his program. In the Northern Water Tribe, he tells her, female benders learn how to heal while their male counterparts learn how to do everything else. Katara rejects this model, saying, “I don’t want to heal, I want to fight!”

She soon gets her chance; Pakku dismisses her as a “little girl,” and Katara challenges him to a duel if he’s “man enough” to take her on There are in this scene a very important moment in my opinion where Ang says to her “ do not do it for me as if in every serie the female support doing thing only because of a male character, and she replies i’m not doing this for you i’m doing rhis to teach him a lesson Aware of her own inferior bending technique and the reality of her inevitable defeat, Katara nevertheless chooses to face Pakku and forces him to fight her

IInn “The Runaway episode,” Sokka reveals that he relies on Katara’s strength and responsible nature. He describes the role Katara has played in his life since their mother’s death: “I’m not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like my whole life Katara’s been the one looking out for me.

Her important personal quest is getting revenge on the Fire Nation soldier who killed her mother. Both Sokka and Aang try to dissuade her, telling her that she should forgive the soldier and move on, but Katara says that that would be impossible. When Zuko tells her to save her strength, she tells him that she has plenty: “I’m not the helpless little girl I was when they came.” Implicit in this statement and in Katara’s recollection that her mother sacrificed herself to protect her is Katara’s feeling of guilt. She has immense power now, but she couldn’t protect her mother when it counted. She had to rely on her mother’s strength so that she could one day increase her own. For Katara, a child who not only suspects, but knows that her mother exchanged her life for her own, it would be impossible not to think of her death as Katara’s fault. Tracking down and punishing the man who physically did the deed might allow Katara to feel less responsible.

This doesn’t mean that Katara is above doing terrible things in her quest for revenge and redemption, which becomes evident when Katara bloodbends the man she suspects is Kya’s killer. When it proves to be the wrong man, she appears disheartened, but not particularly remorseful. The weapon that once horrified her is now just another in her arsenal. Still, when she finds the killer, she uses only normal waterbending, which suggests that some of that initial reticence has been restored. She still resists becoming Hama’s successor.

When it comes time to make a decision, Katara decides not to kill the former soldier. She explains the situation to Aang: “I wanted to do it. I wanted to take out all my anger at him, but I couldn’t. I don’t know if it’s because I’m too weak to do it, or if it’s because I’m strong enough not to.” Aang tells her that she did the right thing, and that forgiveness is the first step toward healing. Katara replies, “But I didn’t forgive him. I’ll never forgive him.” She does, however, forgive Zuko. This is a significant point in Katara’s characterization. Whole episodes are devoted to Aang learning how to let things go, and we know that he has had to overcome the loss of his people in order to become a better Avatar. We appreciate his thoughts about forgiveness because we know that he knows what he’s talking about. But Aang and Katara are very different people, and her inability to forgive is just as important to her character as his unwillingness to take revenge. After watching three seasons of A:TLA, the viewer knows that she holds grudges, that she has immense stores of rage, and that the loss of her mother has informed much of her personality. To take violent revenge would be to become Hama, but to forgive Kya’s killer would be to stop being Katara.

Source : http://femalefortitude.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-last-waterbender.html

Toph : Is my favorite in the entire show she is funny, endearing, stubborn or determined ^^, I find in her all the i love about my girlfriend ^^

Toph’s introductory episode is an explicit rebuttal to the typical portrayal of people with disabilities. The first time we meet her, she is defending her title at a WWE-style earthbending competition as the Blind Bandit. Aang, Katara, and Sokka are initially skeptical; surely a tiny twelve-year-old blind girl couldn’t beat a bunch of full-grown men. However, she can and does, and she is only defeated when Aang unfairly uses airbending in his challenge for the title.

Later in the episode, after she and Aang have been kidnapped, Toph’s father reveals that his primary reason for keeping her close is her blindness. When Sokka and Katara ask for her help to save Aang, her father states, “My daughter is blind. She is blind and tiny and helpless and fragile. She cannot help you.” Toph, confronted with her father’s low opinion of her ability, says simply, “Yes, I can.” Sokka and Katara offer to help her, but she declines. Then she takes on all seven adult earthbenders at once and she wipes the floor with them.

Toph’s father is presented as controlling and irrational, and the show condemns his point of view. He is wrong for controlling her and for viewing her in terms of what she can’t do instead of who she is. By condemning him, the show rejects the usual approach to the mainstream portrayal of disability. It strengthens this message by having Toph defend her actions with very little reference to her blindness, instead framing the conversation as a matter of agency versus control. She doesn’t explain that she has devised a method of sight that involves reading vibrations in the earth, thereby “overcoming” her disability. Rather, she points out that she’s good at fighting, that she loves it, and that she deserves to exist and be accepted as she is. Ultimately, she joins Team Avatar because they can give her that acceptance.

The shift in Toph’s loyalty from her biological family to her found family forms the bulk of her character arc, and it is best exemplified in the development of her relationship with Katara. In “The Chase,” nurturing team mom Katara comes into conflict with the recently liberated Toph. Toph refuses to help the others set up camp, claiming that she can pull her own weight. The tension increases over the course of the episode, in which Team Avatar endures a sleepless night spent fleeing from Azula’s relentless pursuit, eventually causing Toph to leave the group. She runs into Zuko’s uncle, Iroh, to whom she confesses, “People see me and think I’m weak. They wanna take care of me, but I can take care of myself, by myself.” Iroh tells her that there is nothing wrong with getting help from the people who love you, and she decides to rejoin the team.

Katara tries to re-define their friendship as a relationship between equals by offering to pull a scam with Toph. In this way, she can show Toph that she’s fun while hopefully removing the baggage of projected parental failure from their relationship. At the end of the episode, Toph tells Katara that she was right and asks Katara to help her write a letter to her parents, thereby relieving her of her role as maternal figure as Toph seeks to re-open communication with her actual mother.

The exchange that follows is remarkable. Katara tries to tell Toph that the girls had no idea what they were talking about, but Toph assures her that “It’s okay. One of the good things about being blind is that I don’t have to waste my time worrying about appearances. I don’t care what I look like. I’m not looking for anyone’s approval. I know who I am.” Still, she’s crying as she says it. Katara notices and tailors her response to reinforce Toph’s value as a person, even as she also addresses the unspoken question: “That’s what I really admire about you, Toph. You’re so strong and confident and self-assured, and I know it doesn’t matter, but you’re really pretty.” This response earns Katara the (should-be) coveted Beifong shoulder punch of affection.

This is particularly interesting in light of Toph’s complicated relationship with gender performance. Whereas Katara fights to be allowed access to traditionally male spaces, Toph’s domination in Earth Rumble V and VI proves that she’s already there. As far as we know, she spent all of her time at home with her parents and servants, with regular visits from her earthbending teacher, Master Yu. It’s no surprise that a sheltered, disempowered kid would want to emulate the competitive earthbenders’ overt displays of strength and forge a place for herself among them. Joining their ranks, however, necessarily requires her to immerse herself in their hyper-masculine subculture, based on violence and trash talking. Toph happily becomes a master of both.

ne of the incontrovertible truths of the A:TLAworld is that it is impossible to bend metal. Xin Fu says as much when he tells Toph, “You might think you’re the greatest earthbender in the world, but even you can’t bend metal.” For a time, even Toph believes this. As all of her ploys to get out of the box prove unfruitful, however, she looks to the metal itself. Overlaid on the scene is the voice-over of a guru, telling Aang that all of the elements are connected. Even metal, he says, is just “a part of earth that has been purified and refined.” Without the benefit of hearing this voice-over, Toph nevertheless finds the impurities in the metal box and physically pries it apart. When her captors come back to investigate, she imprisons them in the box, exclaiming as she leaves, “I am the greatest earthbender in the world! Don’t you two dunderheads ever forget it.” In this scene, we see the essence of Toph. She finds herself in a seemingly impossible situation, so she does the impossible to get out of it. She has been locked in a cage -- a metal box, the prison of her parents’ house, the jail of their controlling affection, or the dark dungeon that others assume she is confined to due to her blindness -- and she forges her way to freedom. Ultimately, Toph Beifong is a character who finds empowerment in disempowerment, turning perceived weaknesses into real strengths.

All the analysis belong to femalefortitude.blogspot.com

Source :http://femalefortitude.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-greatest-earthbender-in-world.html

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 7 years ago

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Upcoming fics?❤️❤️

Oh golly this is long… I kid you not, I was updating this while watching The Magic School Bus Rides Again and I love it so much! Kate McKinnon is amazing and The Magic School Bus was my childhood!

- Admin Cam

(Admin Cam needs to get her life together and some holy water)

Admin Cam:

Baby Danvers Fic

Anything Sin Bin

Chubby fem reader x Kara who’s nervous and ashamed of their body so they hold off sex with them so Kara being the loving girlfriend she is makes sure the reader knows how beautiful and sexy they are. And sex times happen with the reader feeling good enough for Kara.

Reader and Marley have been dating for several months and one night when they are watching a movie, or making out with the movie in the background, Marley admits that she’s ready to take it to the next step

“Is this okay baby? It doesn’t hurt right?” “N-no, it’s g-good” “Yeah? You like that” with Marley Rose and Lena Luthor

Marley is a virgin but reader is not, and they’re making out on Marley’s bed when she decides that she’s ready to take it to the next step. And reader is like super gentle and loving and caring Marley, and just makes sure that Marley has an absolutely amazing time.

Daddy! Lena or Morgana x fem!reader

“Hey babe? You wanna eat out today?” with Kara

Reader and Kara “Can I tell you a secret?” “Yes, of course!” *leans closer and whispers in ear* “I’ve always wanted to take you against that desk of yours, bend over and ravage you until you beg me to stop” *gulps and blushes* “And now that we’re here, I was thinking we could make my dreams come true?” *blushes and nods frantically*

“That’s a really short skirt” with Kara

“What are you doing here?” and “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” with Kara

Lena x Reader inspired by the song Necessary Evil by Nikki Yanofsky

Kara admits to reader that she has a bit of a fetish/kink for being dominated by someone powerful. So, reader dresses up as a police officer and surprises Kara when she gets home.

Kara blowing out her powers and she comes home, absolutely exhausted, only to find her two girlfriends, Lena and reader, waiting for her dressed in all black leather outfits, both ready to take good care of their now human girlfriend.

Reader with a daddy kink and Marley or Kara (or both) with a praise kink

Vampire Lucy/Fem!Reader sexy time fic where Lucy bites/feeds from the reader and they really like it. Set in modern times.

“Bend over” “I-I w-what?” “Bend over” “what, w-why?” *grabs a hold of her hips* “do as I say princess” with Marley rose and reader

“Take everything off, except that skirt and those glasses” with Kara and reader

Smutty one where Marley has a teacher/student fetish, and she tells her gf reader about it, whom in turn makes it a reality

Anything Marley Rose

Kitty is Cat Grant’s daughter and Kitty lives with her mom after school is over. Marley comes to visit Kitty and she meets Kara, whom she gets along with quite well. Kara takes her to meet Lena for a lunch date, but Supergirl duties call and she has to leave, which leaves Marley alone with Lena. And they both just instantly connect and fall for each other and they kiss and get together.

“O-oh t-that’s not what I-I expected you t-to wear o-on Halloween” *smirks* “Is there something wrong with this baby?” *moves closer* “I-I ye-n-no no, you look g-good” With Marley Rose and reader dating, and reader dresses up as Catwoman for Halloween, with the whip and everything.

Marley and Kara fell in love

Marley thinks it’s hot that her girlfriend (reader) can easily pick her up of the ground and carry her around as if she weighs nothing. And reader totally takes advantage of it and picks her up during a makeout session.

Marley falling in love with Lena

Marley and Supergirl fall in love

The reader is popular and is Quinn’s little sister. She has a huge crush on Marley and tries to get the girl.

The reader and marley pretend to hate each other but they actually really like one another

A Marley Rose x reader

Marley Rose x fem reader where Marley falls in love with r the first time she saw her, but r has a boyfriend so Marley has to figure out a way to get r to fall for her.

Marley Rose x fem reader, where Marley gets jealous of readers boyfriend and tries to get reader to fall for her.

“Why are you so quiet around me ? ” “because I’m afraid I’d say something stupid and scare you away” with marley

Admin Lily:

Morgana x reader: helping Morgana and Aithusa escape from Sarrum’s prison and afterwards giving her a lot of love and kisses because that’s what she deserves

Morgana and reader fell in love before Morgana turned and knew about the magic and promised to protect her. They still love Morgana but couldn’t condone her actions. Morgana kidnaps them and it comes out that the reader has been protecting Morgana this whole time

Morgana x Reader “I’m not giving up on you Morgana, I never will.”

Both Admin Cam and Lily:

Morgana Fic

Lucy falling for the reader who is Alexander’s sister and a vampire.

Morgana x Fem!Reader oneshot where reader is running from knights trying to kill her since she has magic and ends up running into Morgana who she fears will kill her. Morgana ends up saving her though after learning why the knights are after her and reader turns out to be the princess of a neighboring kingdom.

Lena Luthor x Student!Reader where the reader has been getting close to them for a while, but one day in class they all make fun of the reader because they just came out and so Lena comes out to the class and gives them a lecture which makes them shut up. Then there’s a bit of fluffy romance after class.

Another pregnancy Morgana x reader

AU where kara has a dad. Kara is hanging with the gang for fame night and they’re waiting for the reader (kara’s gf) when kara’s phone rings. Maggie and Alex laugh when the see the caller ID cuz it says daddy. Alex is like ‘you still call dad “daddy”?’ Kara answers the phone, Looks alex in the eye and with a smirk says “hey (reader)” everyone just dies. Alex is choking and Maggie’s high fiving kara. Winn and James are scarred for life. Jonn can’t even and Lena is shooketh

A version of the notebook with Fem!Reader as Noah and kara or lena as Allie

First Date with Lena Would Include

First Date with Lucy Would Include

Dating Lena and Being Younger Would Include

LenaxDaxamite!Reader where R is good friend with Lena since a while but L doesn’t know about R’s origins? During the final fight in S2, R goes to LCorp because she’s worried about L and when she arrives, L just finished the fail safe device and then Kara activates it and just Lena panicking as the atmosphere starts to affect you. R could survive longer (or not) cuz she was exposed to the sun rays for many years or something like that but they’d still have to contain her to save her.

A chubby fem reader with Lena luthor? Reader temping for jess for a couple of days totally nervous and terrified to work for Lena cause she’s not at all someone that’d work for her or even her a second glance at her. But Lena enjoys the readers snark and finds her completely charming, she doesn’t care who Lena is she talks to her like actually tries and Lena suddenly finds herself falling for the reader and asks her out the R is baffled

Undecided: Will be decided soon since I kinda forgot who’s doing what. Really sorry about that.

Lucy being overwhelmed with the reader’s beauty.

Lucy x Reader: Mina tries to embarrass Lucy whenever the reader is talking to them because she knows Lucy has a crush on the reader.

Lucy Westenra imagine like how she and Lady Jayne kissed but it’s reader and Lucy kissing.

Reader finds out Lucy is a vampire, but Lucy thinks the reader will hate her but doesn’t hate her.

A jealous Lena imagine

“How can someone so tiny be so heavy” *smirks* “rude!” With reader and Kara

#admin cam #we got mail #anon #working on

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thesylvalining · 7 years ago

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Now don’t get all peanut butter and jelly (jealous?) on me but it’s turning out I am on perma-cation. This time of year in my “adult” life I’d typically be slaving away at Arapahoe Cafe, or before that on a trail crew in Colorado, or before that fighting a forest fire somewhere. Occasionally I ponder how hard it’s going to be to return to normal life–but then again, I never really believed in a normal life, did I? Most importantly, I’ve been presented with a year off and I’ve grabbed it, like a bull by the horns 🙂

Recently, I reconnected with my (now married!) pal Nicolette, aka Nini. Both of us are as good at keeping in touch as two similar poles on a magnet. But as soon as one of us remembers to switch poles, it’s like nothing ever changed. I told her about my magical year off thus far and she said, “Or year on.” Ole! Nini’s right. It’s my year on–on course, on a joyful wavelength, on a big, free, unplanned adventure.

And during this exact moment of my year on, Faenza–as elsewhere in Italy and the world–is waist deep in a heat wave; two days ago, we passed a sign reading 44 C (111.2 F). In the un-airconditioned castle, post-midnight, the temperature clung to 32 C (89.6 F). The only solution: to go neck-deep in a river. Lisa and I chose the Montone, specifically a her happy place outside Bocconi. By car? I’m surprised you’d even ask!

After the quaint town of Tredozio and a decent, sweaty climb, we stopped to check out Romagna’s very own vulcano (volcano)–in all reality, a fumarole. Even if Lisa hadn’t been there many times before, it was easy enough to find…

At first glance the fumarole appeared to be dressed for Halloween–quite convincingly–as a rocky, pyramid-shaped campfire. But, perched on the dry lip of a wheat field overlooking a valley of relatively green hills, the vulcano was still impressive. Its bold orange flame licked the air like I wished I could lick a popsicle; we were careful not to get too close lest we lose what electrolytes we had left to sweating (more) profusely.

Arriving at The Guardrail, we tiptoed down the steep dirt path to the river in our bike shoes like newborn goats on an icy lake. After claiming a flat boulder, we set up shop and devoured the “cold” basil and tomato quinoa salad chef Lisa prepared. We chipped away at the afternoon happily watching leaves blowing in the wind, reading, journaling, dunking, drying off and doing a whole lot of Important Nothing.

Of course, Murphy’s River Law went into effect once we’d set up shop: clouds gathered like a band of hippies in front of the last Cannibus plant on earth, crowding in so close they blocked out the sun and the heat. Of course, every other moment had been vulcano-hot; luckily we decided to stay anyway and the mountain storms came and went quickly.

On our return, we barely dodged the wet bullet of a real soaker. We hid out under the eave of a bar where old Romagnolo men did their best to shield us from the elements with their curiosity.

Oh no, is it raining?!?!

Yay, it’s raining!!!

We capped off the day and the ride back with friends at a sagra (an Italian outdoor summer festival with dancing, music and most importantly: food) in Santa Lucia, just outside Faenza. Santa Lucia’s sagra celebrated the numerous joys of cappelletti, local pasta formed like a hat (un cappello) and stuffed with cheese or meat. Afterward, we felt like twice-stuffed cappelletti and managed to sleep with the help of our two, dueling fans.

In the midst of the worst drought in at least 60 years and a two-week heat wave the likes of which could fry an egg inside a fridge, it became apparent we needed to do Important Nothings Near Water. So two days later, we were dominating the flats from here to Marina Romea on our bikes, destination Romea Family Camping, Boca Barranca and water. The coolest part: we followed the partially gravel route along the very same Montone River all the way to the murky, refreshing waters of the Adriatic.

We made a weekend of it, setting up shop next to my favorite animal in the whole world:

And then we committed to a refreshing yo-yo between our lettini (beach chairs) and the Adriatic. The only interruption to circular heaven was a shower to rinse off the salt water before succumbing to another nap, seafood lunch and later Spritz in Boca Barranca’s breezy, outdoor dining room.

That evening, of course, said dining room transformed into the dance floor we were all too familiar with. The first night was Club Adriatico, techno beats and a young, too-cool crowd that didn’t mingle much, except among themselves. We turned in early (aka before 3 a.m.), in order to spend maximum time at the beach again in the morning…

Girls just wanna have fun! In the sun!

Glad we got our nails did, early birthday present from Lisa 🙂

The next evening, we rode bikes north along the coast, took the little traghetto (ferry) across the canal, ate our weight in fresh, fried seafood at locally infamous Baracchina and arrived just in time at Hanabi for the concert to begin. If we had socks on for some reason, the band would’ve blown them off. Xixa (chee-chuh), from Tuscon, Arizona, played and their sound was Mex-American, like an aural taco in a cowboy boot. Their energy was infectious, the lead singer (who raucously climbed on top of the drum set at the end of the last song) was swimming in charisma. We met and thanked the entire, chill very attractive band afterwards at the merch table.

And then we beelined back and danced our proverbial pants off until 3 a.m. This time, the flavor was house and the crowd was an older, quirky group we seasoned veterans hadn’t yet spotted in the hallowed, sandy halls of Boca. It became quickly apparent the Faenza-based DJ (who may or may not have snuck away to do some coke and come back with more than enough energy to head bang to house music) had a cult following. This crowd came to dance, not pick up chicks or dudes or stand around and stare and drool and be creepy while we danced. Ages ranged from blushing youths like ourselves to–literally– grandma in her flowered mu-mu.

We were plastered to the dance floor like the sweat which clung to us like drunk flies on heat-melted proscuitto. Afterwards, we were past primed for bed. Back at the tent, an angry buzzing arose like fish burps from the bottom of the shallow river in Bocconi. A large fly? A bee? If I got a euro for every time I’ve gotten gnawed on by an insect, I’d retire yesterday so, of course, we had to find the source.

“I think it’s coming from your ass,” said Lisa, after we’d ripped the tent apart like the biggest, most mysterious Christmas present under the tree. And yet the bedding, pillows, pads and tent were oddly insect free. And we hadn’t had a drink since the bottle of wine sloshing around with our seafood. Still the buzz prevailed.

I peered under the tent–in case the idiot bug mistook itself for a gopher–and Lisa put her ear to my thick, orange Big Agnes sleeping pad. The same one with a single entrance and exit: the valve I spend 20 years of my life blowing through each time we camp.

“It’s inside your mat,” she said, as the warm three a.m. breeze came to investigate. We looked at each other incredulously, shrugged, remade our beds and laid down. Lisa fell asleep immediately with her mouth open, intent on catching whatever else was going to sting me later. Meanwhile, the drowsy buzz continued on and off–Zzzz. Zzzzzzzzz. Zz–until I flopped off the sweaty ledge into sleep.

I must say, before moving on, I didn’t think my peculiar relationship with insect-kind could get any stranger. But now I’ve had a winged tenant residing inside my sleeping pad, I realize it can always get stranger.

Miss Merighi–per usual–rose when sunlight invaded the tent and made her way to a prime beach spot. I slept soundly, like the insect inside my sleeping bag which was certainly dead and baked to a crisp. Outside, a battery-powered car driven in ever-decreasing circles around the tent by the kids next door encroached on my dreams.

“Guarda,” I heard mom say, loudly. Then, insistently, “Guarda avanti!” Or, “Watch in front!” This statement was followed by a crashing noise, which was the tree next to the unicorn and also the end of my rest.

Sunday was another beach day. That evening, once it had “cooled down,” (which was more or less the difference between riding bikes in a dry sauna and riding bikes in a dry sauna with the door cracked), we rode home.

My favorite bike fence in the rural hinterlands of Emilia-Romagna.

Back at the castle, the air crept about like a stoned tortoise and the temperature gauge once again moved about as much as the house DJ, pre coke. I’m part of a strange breed of humans whose progeny has largely died out and who naturally prefers sweating to shivering. But even I had to concede the better choice was to escape Faenza again, as if chased by a herd of zombies intent on eating only endangered, warm-weather brains.

And where better than back to Bocconi, where we could make our world a slab of rock in the shade of a quivering tree…

… or explore the neighboring world in the cool, green waters and dry off on a hot rock…

… or wander barefoot for hours upstream to discover quieter swimming holes…

For much of the day, with the heat wave in full effect, the riverbanks were crowded for a Wednesday. But once darkness curled its fingers around the stone amphitheater of the river’s bend, the crowd evaporated. So we set up our (illegal) tent by the gurgling river…

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… tried to make dinner and realized since it’s our first time camping, we forgot a lighter AGAIN. We ate piadina and ripe melone instead and chilled in our swimsuits until we turned in around midnight. Before sleeping, we meandered barefoot downstream and laid on a flat rock, still warm with sunshine heat. I lost all track of time, observing the stars observing us.

In the morning, we logged in river nymph time (wandering around or sunning ourselves totally naked). It felt gloriously wild and free. Eventually people trickled in like a bead of sweat between… well never mind. Anyway, we frantically traded swimsuits for birthday suits and resumed our earlier positions…

They say all good things must come to an end, but first, how do they know? And also, can they end when buttressed on either side with more good things? I’m not sure, but at any rate our next adventure called so we picked up the phone, packed up our tent, left the area clear of our presence, hiked up the steep hill to the road…

…bombed down hot pavement on bikes with a crescione break at our new favorite kiosk…

… and arrived back at the castle before the stars popped out of the hot, humid skies like mystery bugs from a sleeping pad.

I can’t even taunt you with teaser of the next adventure because this blog–for once–nearly brings us up to speed. Just in case you were worried about a lack of blog material, I’ll touch on the wonder that was my birthday (August 6th) and tomorrow (for almost the next two weeks) Lisa and I trade hot Faenza for the cool Italian alps. Alla prossima!

Water You Up To? Now don't get all peanut butter and jelly (jealous?) on me but it's turning out I am on perma-cation.

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theseventhhex · 8 years ago

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Benjamin Wallfisch Interview

Benjamin Wallfisch

‘A Cure for Wellness’ is the new psychological thriller from visionary director Gore Verbinski. The music to the film was written by acclaimed composer Benjamin Wallfisch. Wallfisch, fresh off a Golden Globe nomination along with Hans Zimmer and Pharell Williams for ‘Hidden Figures’, is an Emmy nominated composer who has worked on more than 60 feature films over the last decade, composing music for such legendary filmmakers as Steven Spielberg, Rupert Wyatt, Gore Verbinksi and Lars von Trier. His projects have been recognized with multiple awards and nominations at the Academy Awards, Golden Globes, BAFTAS, Ivor Novello and World Soundtrack Awards. Throughout the soundtrack for ‘A Cure For Wellness’, Wallfisch’s compositions evolve immaculately as the story takes shape. Benjamin conceives a narrative opera that informs the film with an exceptional and inspiring outcome… We talk to Benjamin Wallfisch about being an observer, having Hans Zimmer as a mentor and the Golden Globes…

TSH: Talk us through the primary framework for your approach whilst working on the excellent soundtrack for ‘A Cure for Wellness’…

Benjamin: This movie forces the audience to confront difficult existential questions about the nature of our reality in the modern world. It pushes so many boundaries, both in terms of the brilliance and boldness of the filmmaking, the inner-workings of the story, and also the psychological thriller genre itself. It’s almost as if the film diagnoses the audience, and then offers a cure. But a cure with a terrible secret. I hadn’t come across any other film like it when I started the scoring process and as such it was a liberating, dangerous and exciting experience. In the end the primary framework was finding two character themes, strong enough to sustain the entire score and malleable enough so they could effortlessly evolve and metamorphose with the unpredictability and mind-bending nature of the narrative.

TSH: Was it particularly challenging to deliver the human truth of what these characters are experiencing in the movie?

Benjamin: Yes, but as ever it was about deciding from which character’s point of view the music was being told. For example, when Lockhart finds himself in an almost unimaginable predicament towards the end of the film; does the score support his own emotional experience at that moment, or that of the doctor responsible for his situation, or neither? Those kinds of decisions were sometimes made to completely disorientate the audience.

TSH: You’ve previously mentioned ‘being improvisatory and raw’ is really important. To make the music match the thriller, did you look to incorporate much of an improvisational outlook?

Benjamin: Whenever I write a film score, story is king. And to be true to that, it’s important in the first stages of the music’s development to almost be an observer of my own emotional response to the story and characters, and what that might sound like in music. So, my initial approach is often to put myself in the shoes of one or more of the characters, or focus on a particular story or mythology point, feed in the director’s overall vision for the tone and feel for the movie, and then just play; see where my musical instincts are through improvisation at the piano. Sometimes the central idea comes straight away, other times you have to ‘creep up on it’ as my mentor Hans Zimmer often says. For ‘A Cure for Wellness’, the process was the same, the only difference was I was working out of Gore Verbinski’s cutting rooms during the entire composition process from start to end, so I was in the fortunate position of being able to get immediate feedback on my ideas from Gore, and be guided by him at every turn. It was an incredibly inspiring experience.

TSH: Let’s talk about some of the top music on this body of work. Firstly, ‘Bicycle’ – the track resonates so infectiously. What were your intentions as you fleshed this piece out?

Benjamin: This is literally the singular moment in the entire movie where there is a sense of hope and freedom for our two main characters. Putting that into context: Lockhart is plagued with a childhood trauma he feels responsible for, and has channelled those energies into driving himself ruthlessly up the corporate ladder. Now he is unexpectedly in a strange environment with a broken leg, trying to fulfil what should be a simple task, were it not for the mysterious unfolding of the reality of his new environment. Hannah, is a girl in a woman’s body - a mysterious, fragile muse, with a kind of deceptive innocence. She has also gone through childhood trauma she can’t recall, and has been in the confines of the castle for as long as she can remember. So here there is a beautiful moment in the film where, just for the sheer adventure of it, they take a bike ride together away from the castle - Hannah pedalling, Lockhart precariously balancing himself on the back. The way it is shot and the energy of the cut gives the audience a moment of uplifting reflection and the score needed to support that emotion. I used rising melodies played by a full string orchestra to project a sense of hope, and driving harp and cascading piano figures to drive the physical energy of the scene. Gore often spoke to me about the concept of a ‘bicycle with the chain off’, not just literally as in this scene, but also in the sense of unrelenting inevitability the characters feel as they hurtle through the unimaginable truths of this place - the lack of control. So, this bicycle cue also had to reflect the hidden subtext of this bicycle ride, and that happens in the second half of the track, where the harmonies get darker and the orchestration moves into the lower strings.

TSH: ‘Clearly He's Lost His Mind’ is harrowing and daunting. What sort of ideas did you have in mind to capture such energy?

Benjamin: This cue is heard over a sequence of scenes where Lockhart is first briefed on his mission at the beginning of the movie. The setting is an elevator and then a stark boardroom, the photography and performances always gives the feeling of silent confrontation, perhaps the atmosphere every day in a high powered financial corporation. You hear the voiceover of a letter being read by Pembroke, the company’s CEO Lockhart has been tasked to bring back to New York, diagnosing his new view of the human condition. At the end of the letter Lockhart is asked what he makes of the letter: “clearly he’s lost his mind” is his response. Gore and I spent a lot of time together honing this particular cue, getting the exact degree of erosion of reality that is communicated in Pembroke’s letter, together with the stark tone of the scene’s setting. We chose strange mono synths that slide between notes, dark strings and cold harmonics as the sound world, and there are very subtle hints of Volmer’s theme in the string harmonics, which echoes the setting in which the letter was written.

TSH: What was the experience like in collaborating with Mirel Wagner on the album closer ‘I Wanna Be Sedated’?

Benjamin: Mirel is a wonderful artist, with such an evocative sound - she has a kind of strength and vulnerability intertwined in her vocals. Gore approached her to sing an acappella rendition of the classic Ramones song for the movie’s first trailer, but with a totally different energy from the original. Almost like an anthem for the patients at Volmer’s wellness centre, maybe even an anthem for modern society, the way 24 hour news, the advent of disorientating ‘fake news’, social media ‘curated reality’, relentless corporate advertising etc - can create a feeling of disconnect from the world - a form of sedation almost. Her first take was the one we used in the trailer - it was perfect, so we were done pretty fast with the recordings. So almost for fun she also did a version of the full song with guitar, and it was beautiful. We decided to turn it into a full track for the album.

TSH: Do you still feel that your job is to try to find ideas that surprise the director, in the right direction?

Benjamin: There’s always that first moment with any director where you play them your ideas for the very first time, and the ideal outcome is they feel you have engaged with their vision, the tone and emotional intent of the movie, and set up real potential for story development through the score, whilst also leaving some unanswered questions. If you can pleasantly surprise them whilst doing all those things, with an approach they might not have expected, it brings another layer to the storytelling, which is normally a good thing to shoot for. The bottom line is, whenever you start a new movie score - it’s always a blank sheet of paper. Each movie demands something completely musically bespoke and unique to exactly what the director intends, so that process of discovery of musical colour, theme, approach, energy is always something I try to approach as collaboratively as possible.

TSH: Your OST for ‘Summer in February’ received many kind words and was highly rated. What resonates with you most about this collection of work?

Benjamin: Alongside Beethoven, Stravinsky, Mahler, Bartok and many others, one of my absolute favourite composers is Vaughan Williams. This movie, set in Edwardian England, in one of the most beautiful parts of the country, was just crying out for a score that celebrates that lush and deeply emotive language which Vaughan Williams pioneered. Alongside Britten and Elgar, he really is the great hero of British music and in many ways I wanted to pay homage to him with this score. The narrative, which ultimately ends in real tragedy despite a pervading feeling of hope through much of the film, needed strong character melodies, and also a theme for the place - Lamorna, Cornwall. It’s a drama with a heightened sense of emotion throughout, a feeling of desperately wanting a resolution but never quite getting one. All of this motivated the score.

TSH: How inspiring is it to have someone like Hans Zimmer as a mentor?

Benjamin: Hans is without doubt the most generous artist I know, both personally and in terms of his ideas and concepts. Working with Hans is like walking into an high octane tornado of ideas and sheer force of creativity. I am constantly learning from him. With Hans, the project almost always starts with discovering the ‘big idea’ - what is it this movie has that no other film does, and how can that be manifested in music? How can that be done whilst living dangerously? How much risk can we take to maximize the creative reward? He has an uncanny ability to come up with an over-arching concept and musical ideas that will somehow be in such perfect sync with the movie's story, characters, subtext, rhythm, that it’s almost like that music has always existed for that particular movie. With Hans there is always the sense of a great musical adventure, driven by story, that elevates the film to a whole new level. Collaborating with Hans and being guided by him is a masterclass and I’m very grateful to count him as my mentor and good friend.

TSH: Furthermore, what were some of the highlights in working with Hans and Pharrell on the excellent ‘Hidden Figures’ film?

Benjamin: It was such a huge honour to be a part of this incredible movie: the opportunity to collaborate with incredible artists, creating a score that supports such an important story is truly something I will always treasure. To collaborate with Pharrell means truly examining a creative idea, no matter how challenging it may be. He looks beneath the surface of a creative dilemma, whether it’s a chord progression that doesn’t quite add up, or a story point that hasn't yet found the perfect musical analogue, and he goes inside, takes a walk. As a result, he makes the most difficult creative decisions feel easy, because they are truly considered. The end result is the music feels effortless, weightless, free, positive and joyful. He is a true artist - his love for his art shines through his incredible generosity of spirit. He has a way of making every interaction, whether it’s personal or creative, inclusive, benevolent and inspiring.

TSH: What do you miss most about London?

Benjamin: Mainly my family and friends there. Certain venues, museums, art galleries and orchestras, but honestly I really do love living in LA. Apart from all the obvious benefits professionally (and the incredible sunshine), there is a certain feeling of optimism and openness which I feel has been lost from London in recent years, especially since the financial crisis (which the UK is still very much recovering from) and of course more recently Brexit. With the new art galleries and museums being opened around LA, I think it’s an incredibly exciting time to be a resident here. I love visiting London which I do so regularly for recordings, but I’m not sure I can truly call it ‘home’ anymore.

TSH: How much did you frustrate your piano teachers as you’d never practice the music they set you to learn?

Benjamin: A lot! But they were very patient, and I’m grateful for that. For me, I’ve always been more at home improvising and inventing on the piano than learning someone else’s music. As a kid I’d sit down for 5-10 minutes learning what I should be learning, but then discovering a chord sequence in the piece which was really intriguing, and then spending about 3-4 hours improvising around it, figuring out what was going on, trying to understand it and internalize it. I come from a family of classical musicians and my Grandfather Peter Wallfisch was a great concert pianist. I think as a kid it’s most natural to follow in the footsteps of those you are closest to and for a while I found myself deeply immersed in the world of classical music - not just as a pianist, but as a conductor. I’ve been completely obsessed with film music from the age of 6 (it helps growing up in the 80s during the incredible heyday of the Williams/Spielberg collaboration), and began writing my own little piece of music at a young age. I was a teenager when my piano teacher at the time Ronan O’Hora pulled me aside and basically said - ‘what are you doing trying to be a pianist? You’re a composer!’ From that moment onwards everything changed.

TSH: How is time spent for you when you’re not immersed within music?

Benjamin: I’m lucky enough to have a wonderful and incredibly patient wife and any moment I can spend away from the studio, it’s with her. We love cooking together, going for long walks on the beach, and we also both share a passion for photography.

TSH: What were some of the highlights as you attended the Golden Globes ceremony earlier this year?

Benjamin: It was such an honor to be nominated alongside Hans and Pharrell for our ‘Hidden Figures’ score, and I just felt very fortunate to be in the room with such an incredible group of actors, film makers and artists. I think a particular highlight was meeting one of my director heroes, JJ Abrams on the red carpet, and having the opportunity to speak with him briefly. Also seeing Meryl Streep’s powerful and moving acceptance speech. I’ve never experienced such potent energy in a room as she was speaking. Again, a real honor to be there.

TSH: Finally, heading forward, what sort of opportunities do you want to explore?

Benjamin: I try to keep my main ambitions simple, which are to write better and better music, become the best storyteller I can be, and to collaborate with film makers where there is a real creative synergy. I love being challenged by new genres and approaches and one of the most exciting things about being a film composer is you never know what’s next. So it’s all about making sure your craft is evolving, developing and improving, so you are ready for whatever might come your way.

Benjamin Wallfisch Ft. Mirel Wagner - “I Wanna Be Sedated”

A Cure For Wellness (Original Soundtrack Album)

#Interview #Benjamin Wallfisch

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