#good god genos can you even HEAR yourself

[the-nysh]

Genos thinks that Saitama doesn't care and yet he still kicks Frote out to be with him. Dude is infatuated even when he's depressed.

Absolutely no fucks given immediately evicting Saitama's neighbor on the spot; geezus Genos, how very 'nice to meet you' indeed! wasting no time screwing Forte over as the most opportune colossal asshole when his priority 'access' to Saitama is concerned. :P

Truly poor Forte, esp after all the labor he put in to help accommodate Saitama, just got 'politely' Genos'd to the wayside as collateral...

[wr-n]

In which Nightmare checks in with Horror and Killer joins in

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Horror walked down the empty halls searching for the right door. It wasn't very often that Horror had chosen to go to Nightmare's office, but something told him he should be, so he went.

If anything, being called by Nightmare was becoming a great occasion every time he felt that familiar compulsion to seek him out. Like someone held him by his jaws and lured him in.

. . .

He blinked and ended up at the large wooden doors, opening before he tried reaching for the handles.

"Horror." Came Nightmare's silken voice.

Horror couldn't help but smile, his chest warming.

"Yes? You called for me?"

"Indeed I did..."

Nightmare had seated himself in his usual spot behind his desk, cleared of paperwork. In fact, there wasn't a single sheet of paper in sight. He must've cleared them away for the meeting. His thoughts grew muddled with that feeling of being special enough to put effort into.

Horror didn't know when it had happened, but he found himself seated on the floor beside Nightmare's chair, his slick thumb stroking over his cheek.

They found speech unneeded then, too focused on the feelings between them. Affection, calm, obsession, possession. Horror held down the shiver that threatened to race up his spine.

He felt his mind open, and Nightmare was all he was for a moment. A constant dialogue of twisting intents and thoughts. Dark tendrils fill every vacant part of his consciousness.

Nightmare wanted him to get closer to Geno, that was clear, and he mentioned something about embedding the rest of the instructions in him for later. Horror mumbled something, though he didn't know what, he assumed it was to answer a question Nightmare asked. Everything was so soft and warm, his mind only loosely connected to his body at this point.

'Enjoying yourself, love?'

'Yeah... Feels great...'

'Good, good...'

And the god's lips were on his, Horror's hands moving to cling onto Nightmare's clothes as if afraid to be taken away.

He could feel a new emotion bubble up, amusement and envy. They didn't feel his... Killer? He was starting to hear whispers of his thoughts lately...

'Ah, an eavesdropper. Killer, you might as well join us.'

Distant feelings of glee and smugness filtered in, making Horror smile. Typical Killer.

'I guess it's good that we're getting better at communicating now. Even Dust is getting better at reading us.'

'Yes, you are all special. I'm impressed, there are not many that can handle my influence.'

The praise flowed out to all the team members, giving them all a sense of pride and the kind of tenderness they only knew with Nightmare. Cross was the only one confused by it, unaware. The conversation was muddled where Dream's presence filled his mind.

It was painfully clear to the team that Cross wasn't like them, wasn't like the others under Nightmare. It was the way he carried himself and the aura that followed him reeked of Dream. A few times, Horror had to catch himself moving away.

Killer had a far different reaction to it. He had started getting more affectionate and left bites all over Cross, determined to push Dream out of him. The efforts were futile, but that didn't stop the two from locking the doors behind them.

Speaking of, Killer came into the room eagerly, a wild smile stretched over his face before he hugged Nightmare around the neck and kissed him deeply.

'Kissing without me? You'll make me jealous~'

'And indulge your desires? You're spoiled as it is, dear.'

Killer pulled back just enough to laugh softly, letting Horror his chance to stand and get his turn back.

'Cross is at the Star Sanses place. It got so boring here.'

'Mm. He does enjoy flaunting his loyalty to my brother. I'll need to fix that soon.'

Nightmare pointedly sent his sentiments to Dream, making sure he knew of his ire to Cross leaving his fold of influence. For now, he'll leave him be, but he will need to stake his claim in a more permanent way or Cross will end up being swayed by Dream.

A small part of Nightmare, the Passive part, rebelled at the thought of losing what was his. No, he will resolve this matter.

@koreposion

[aizawabby]

Can I have saitama with a s/o who's a badass but is also a softie with a bunnie

pairing: Saitama x gn!reader

warning: slightly suggestive, kicking, swearing, Genos being a cockblock

word count: 988

a/n: this was my first request i hope i did good

ko-if

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“It’s so hot today ahhh” the bald headed man sighed as he walked past the large craters that were left from the recent invasion of monsters carrying his empty grocery bag. He reached into his shorts pocket, taking out his green frog shaped wallet. In despair he opened it only to find 500 ¥.

“Well at least I have my discount flyer” he shoved his wallet back into his pocket only to shove his hand into the left side back pocket, “ehh” Saitama’s eyes widen as the sudden feeling of panic cursed through him as he frantically looked for the lost flyer.

“where the hell did i-“ saitama emptied all of his pockets, desperately looking for that piece of paper till he snapped his head towards the direction he previously came from “oi you stop! Oi Oi stop” he shouted louder when the fuzzy white culprit ran away after making direct eye contact with the victim.

Narrowing his eyes, Saitama ran with full force cornering the poor bunny near some bushes who happened to lose interest on the flyer leaving it behind for some grass.

“Does that taste good?” Saitama crouches down petting the crane of the small animal.

‘He looks familiar’

Saitama looks at the rustling leaf in front of his face hanging on to the tip of the branch pinching it between his index and thumb humming when he hears a ‘whizzing’ sound getting up from his spot and looks ahead when his confused expression morphed into disgust as he saw a dog peeing on the opposite side of the bush.

The dog owner waved at saitama who continued to look at the dog in disgust. Turning away to finally pick up the object he came so far to pursue.

“hmm hot pot ingredients are on sale” , folding the paper he safely put into his froggy wallet.

“but what about meat? Hot pot is always best with meat” he thought looking at the bunny in front of him. “Rabbit meat does taste pretty good” he whispered under his breath as he slowly tried to approach the furry animal.

“OI YOU GET WAY FROM MY JINIE”

“Huh” saitama heard someone shout but before he was able to look at the perpetrator

a foot came flying towards his face knocking him down.

“Hmmp yeah that serves you right for trying to kidnap my jinie” you said picking up your bunny and giving it a kiss on his soft head.

Turning around before giving one more look at the man lying unconscious who looked awfully similar to your crush and neighbour Saitama.

Tiptoeing towards the man while guarding your rabbit in case the man tried to kidnap him once more all this was just a ruse.

“ oh god “

It was indeed Saitama.

Jinie hopped off your arms as you subconsciously loosened your grip. “Shit shit shit” you rubbed your hands on your face “what did I just do?” You ask yourself as you remember the kick from earlier from the force of the kick Saitama won’t be waking up in a while.

“ fuck” you pace back and forth biting your nail nervously thinking of a solution to help saitama when you hear a groan and see your bunny licking Saitama’s left cheek.

Falling to your knees you wrap your legs around his mid hovering over the man waiting for him to regain consciousness.

Slowly fluttering his eyes open, Saitama looks at you “huh am I dead?” he mumbles “wow the angels here look just like Y/n” he giggles when he suddenly sees your excited face “so cute” he says his hands reaching for your cheek but stopping mid-air when you fall on top of him and embrace him in hug.

Shocked at the sudden display of affection, Saitama’s face heats up.

Soon realizing that he in fact was not dead.

His arm starts to cramp, finally deciding to put it down to hold you, suddenly you let go of Saitama and sit on top of him.

“m’sorry Sai I kicked you by accident cause I thought you were trying to kidnap jinie”

“Kidnap Jinie? huh?” Saitama pauses “ I wasnt trying to kidnap him, I was just thinking of eating him” he whispered. Hearing Jinie squeal in fright at his confession made him even more ashamed of thinking about eating his crushe’s pet.

“ You. What.” You say through gritted teeth pulling Saitama up by his collar, “hehe i am just joking” he laughs awkwardly “you know I would never do that” he defends.

Y/n let go of him, arms crossed over your chest looking away angry.

“I’m sorry” he wraps his arms around you, your face pressed against his toned chest unable to stay mad at him you wrap your arms around him savouring the warmth of his body.

Sighing you let go and look up at him “im letting you off with a warning this time because your cute but there won’t be a next time alright ,” you poke at his chest threatening him.

Nodding he clears his throat “ well then how about I treat you to some hot pot hmm?my place I’ll get Genos to get some good quality meats,”

Smiling you accept his offer “also Y/n” you hum in response playing with your bunny “do you uhh mind getting off my lap? the situation might become dangerous if you stay any longer” he says coughing to cover up the pink on his cheek.

Embarrassed you quickly try to get off when smirking you lean closer to Saitama’s ear and whisper “what if I want it to become dangerous” and get off his lap picking up Jinie in the process.

Before the man can speak up or do anything his phone starts to ring, he groans looking at the picture of Genos that appeared on the screen.

“Cockblock” he mumbles

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Chapter 147 Review:  Toxic

Story: Preview to a catastrophe

I’m going to do something a little unusual.  Rather than give a summary of what happened, I’m going to save everything else that happens that for the meta and focus the story itself on just one thing.  Garou’s return.

For a guy of many many words, Garou here is wordless, a creature of instinct, rage, and an unstoppable desire to put down any hero he encounters. Social niceties be damned.

no, Fubuki, you don’t belong in this battle

Bomb realises very quickly that this isn’t going to be a fight that he can afford to not engage fully with.  He wastes no time unleashing his trademark long-range offensive move, although he’s no slouch in close- up fighting either.  I love how the panel below superimposes several snapshots in time in a single image, as if the cameraman hasn’t enough time to separate the action into individual frames. It sells the speed and fury of the fight better than many blurry images.  Also Murata is flexing on us with regards to his portrayal of fight choreography, he’s allowed. :)

For his own part, Garou flows effortlessly from conventional to unconventional in his fighting, bending improbably out of the way one moment, parrying in an orthodox manner the next.  Eventually the seeming balance between the two breaks inexorably in Garou’s favour, leaving Bomb marvelling at the former’s incredible evolution.

Nothing for it, there’s no choice but to kill Garou if possible. Bomb hides a hand behind his back as he readies his iron-cutting fist one last time.  It’s unfortunate that Garou has long since intuited how to do the same when he faced off against the Monster King, half a day ago ( I know, it’s been years for us), and does exactly the same, matching up timing and intensity perfectly with Bomb’s, thus cancelling it out.

Bang finally catches up to where the two are fighting to find his elder brother defeated.

Just as at the end of chapter 83, master and disciple face off.  But the atmosphere between the two could not be more different, and the stakes are about as high as they could possibly get.

What new awakening will come from the next fight?  Portents are dire.

Meta: Elsewhere

What doesn’t kill me has made a tactical mistake

For a story whose big schtick is that surviving what should have killed one makes one stronger,  it’s surprising the amount and variety of mileage it gets out of that idea.

Making light of the idea, we have Genos literally rocketing back to his feet and casually dusting himself off after being smashed into a hole in the ground by Black Sperm.  After being thrown into or through so many bits of masonry and earth, getting up with elan is nothing to him.  Damn, he’s become tough! Awesome.

On the opposite side, making dark of the idea, we have Fuhrer Ugly, whose strength of hatred and rage is such that he keeps continuously reforming despite being continually digested by Gums’ digestive fluids... and has turned that into a new ability, able to melt anyone who touches him, kill with his spit, and reform after being cut.  Terrifying.

And on the other other side, a perfect hypotenuse of awesome and terrifying, we have Garou.  He has disinterred himself from the remains of the Monster Association base and while apparently fighting more by instinct than reason, his moves reprise everything he’s learned to date through his life-and-death fights with incredible fluency.

And of course, there’s Tank Top Master whose tank top seems to have magically preserved his life.  I wonder what Fubuki has in mind for Pig God to do to help her help Tank Top Master.

Anyway, talking about serious injury...

Let’s talk about gore, baby

I’ve said before that I’m tired of all injuries accruing to either Genos or Zombieman and wanted some flesh-and-blood to be mangled.  I don’t take that back: share the pain, baby!

But even for my evil heart, hoo, the brutal suddenness with which Fuhrer Ugly ended Zambai’s life was yikes!  Heroes may never die, but those next to them have no such protection.  I’m sorry man.  You paid the highest price for supporting a hero.

Heroes may never die but that doesn’t mean they can’t suffer horribly.  If Tank Top Master being turned into a human patty wasn’t grisly enough, finding out that SuperAlloy’s famously resistant shine isn’t chemically resistant is enough to give one a shudder of horror/disgust:  his hands have been defleshed down to tendon and bone.

Never mind fear; it’s going to be a while before  SuperAlloy *can* fight at all. And with his chest being burned as well, I think that he will be lucky not to come away with disfiguring scars.  He might start wearing a shirt after this...

  ONE, have some mercy for your heroes or half of them will never work again. But not too much mercy, they’ve had it too easy for too long.

There’s more to help than rescue

If you’d told me that this day would see Genos earning the trust and respect of the heroes he has called the bitch and the witch respectively, and that feeling would be mutual, I’d have told you to stop fantasising.   I’ve spent enough words talking about the unexpected compassion he showed to Fubuki when the latter was beside herself with worry for her sister.

Tatsumaki has internalised the advice Blast gave her so thoroughly that she’s come to think herself as being beyond help.  But there’s more to help than haplessly accepting rescue.   Help can also be someone intervening only when you most need it, respecting that you can generally take care of yourself.  Help can be sharing the burden, enabling you to achieve more, more easily.  Help can be having your back so you can fight without fear of ambush.  All of these forms of help Genos has provided to Tatsumaki from the moment the battle pitched high into the sky.  And she’s had his back too.  Seeing her consciously acknowledge that and lean into it was an amazing gift I didn’t know I needed. 

from allies in name only to comrades-in-arms, what a fearsome pair!  Gambatte!

Of course it can get worse

The heroes’ situation seems to be getting worse and worse.  Their number is being whittled down to size: Tank Top Master is out for the count, Bang is tied up, Superalloy Darkshine is maimed, Atomic is out of his main weapon, Child Emperor is lost somewhere and Puri Puri is looking for him, Zombieman and Amai Mask are still pulling themselves together, and Tatsumaki and Genos are standing more by spite than strength. 

On the other hand, the monsters aren’t out of monster by any means.  There’s still lots of Black Sperm, Evil Natural Water is surely sloshing around somewhere,  Vomited Furher Ugly is a pungent threat, and Homeless Emperor is watching proceedings with an amused eye.  I called the monsters the sundew monsters for a reason -- they waste heroes by outlasting their efforts.

The standing heroes are going to need respite, or a diversion, or reinforcements pretty soon or they’re going to all die for real.   Preferably all three.  We’ll take two out of three.

Further notes:  The Cyborg is Listening

The first thing Kuseno says to Genos when the latter comes back after a bruising encounter with a monster is ‘are you alright?’  That we know.  The second thing has to be ‘did you bring me good data?’  Everything that happens to Genos, everything he touches, everything he sees, everything he hears, all that information is recorded for later recall and distillation into useable data.   We’ve been admiring how capable and tough this new upgrade has proven to be.  It’s all hard-won insights, built one on the other.    Does that mean I’m discounting what Genos does?  Hell no.  It’s his extreme courage and willingness to step into the most hopeless situations that has enabled this valuable data to be gathered in the first place.  And it’s his using these wonderful upgrades to push as hard as he can despite the risk that makes it worth Kuseno’s while to stay up late to craft them.  Now I’m super-interested in finding out what new insights the pair will glean from today’s fighting.

...polite engineer for ‘fuck you’

Sure, like many serious things in One-Punch Man, it initially appears as a gag,  but if you’ve not been paying attention to date, hear this: good data is like gold dust in this world.   And people will kill for it.   As we watch the dissipating contrails where Drive Knight was as he carries his precious samples home, don’t way you weren’t warned.

[collecting-stories]

Girlfriend at the Time - t. 02 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: You and Sarah spend some time together in Philly and both of you struggle with your feelings. 

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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♡it’s like I can’t get enough, got me interested, so invested.♡

“Come here,” Sarah waved her hand for you to come toward her. She was standing on the other side of the small seating area in the back of the bodega you’d stopped in for soda. She stood by a shelf of snacks, shaking her hips jokingly as you walked over toward her. It was nearing midnight and despite the alcohol that you had taken in at Woody’s you had managed to drive to South street and walk to the bodega.  

“What?” You manuvered around one of the tables, holding yourself steady when one of your heels threatened to give out. “I’m gonna kill myself, I should’ve brought different shoes.”

“Yeah but at least you’ll look hot when you die.”

“Good point,” you laughed, finally reaching her, grabbing the shelf next to her for support. “Okay...what?”

Sarah looked back toward the register to make sure the cashier wasn’t watching the two of you before she turned back, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. Your eyes went wide for a second before you closed them, kissing her back. You held onto her waist with your free hand, your fingers slipping beneath the mesh crop-top to brush along her skin.  

“I think you’re still drunk,” you teased when she pulled away.  

“Maybe a little,” she shrugged, “you look really pretty tonight.”

“Thank you, but let's get some food in you okay?” You took her hand in yours and walked to the counter to pay. You knew it was dangerous to play this game with her and you couldn’t deny that things had been different since North Carolina and Annie’s party.  

Despite Sarah’s claims that the two of you could go back to being just friends, and your agreement, it seemed almost impossible. You were sure that it was just because she was missing John B but Sarah had been increasingly affectionate with you. When you got to your house the previous night she’d even shrugged off sleeping in the same bed and you’d woken up to her cuddled up beside you.  

It was enough to have your head spinning and you tried to distract yourself from your feelings and her confusing behavior by allowing yourself to be roped into all her tourist ideas.  

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She had started first thing in the morning, leaning over you with her head on your arm and her arm around your waist, reading off a list she’d made on her phone of all the places she wanted to go in Philly.  

“...and the Rocky steps-” Sarah said, her lips brushing your arm. 

“Technically that’s the art museum.” You said, rolling over so that she was hovering over you. 

“Did Rocky run up the steps?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then it’s the Rocky steps.” She replied. 

“Sure.”

“Look, I do a great impression,” she said, running over to your bedroom window and leaning out, “yo Adrian!”

“Shut up, you lunatic!” You laughed, grabbing her t-shirt to pull her back into the room, “and Adrian is supposed to be in the window...Rocky was on the street.”

“Whatever.”

“What else?” You asked, busying yourself with finding clothes to wear while Sarah stripped out of her sleep shirt to change. Whether she was actively thinking about it or not you didn’t want to be that friend that leered at her friends.  

“The Italian market, the love sign, we can get our picture taken, uh, shopping...duh. A good like bar or something, South street...and Geno’s.”

“No Geno’s.” You shook your head.  

“What?”  

“No Geno’s...that shits for tourists. I mean, if you’re gonna go Geno’s or Pat’s then it’s Pat’s but if you’re legit it’s Jim’s.” You replied, glancing over at her as she shimmed into a pair of short shorts.

“So particular.”  

“We don’t have to do all this in one day you know?”  

“Yeah I know.” Sarah replied, “I need coffee before anything.”

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You spun on your stool, angling away from the counter and the tray that was holding your cheesesteak, to watching Sarah as she pulled her hair up away from her face.  

You’d left the bodega with her hand still in yours, walking down passed a few tattoo parlors and small businesses to the corner where Jim’s sat. Unimposing. There was already a line out the door and you had stepped into line with Sarah as she let go of your hand to wrap her arm around your waist. She kissed your cheek and leaned her head on your shoulder.  

“Getting sleepy?” You whispered.

“A little, I think it’s those shots I did.”

“Probably,” you laughed. She’d taken a round of shots with a guy who had a few years on her and a lot more alcohol tolerance. He’d told her that her and her girlfriend were so cute and she only said thanks as she blew you a kiss over her shoulder.  

When you finally got around the line you ordered for both of you, half supporting Sarah through the line while she told you that she didn’t understand a word of what you’d just said. You held the tray and pulled her to a spot upstairs, sitting along the window. Not too many other people were eating in at this hour and you relished the opportunity to be somewhere less crowded.  

“What?” Sarah asked, looking over at you. The glitter highlight she was wearing caught the fluorescent light, giving off a glow that was completely unfair after the two of you had spent the previous few hours dancing and drinking at Woody’s. You were sure you looked close to horrendous but she still looked gorgeous.  

“I don’t know how you’re not exhausted.” You laughed, “I’m literally gonna fall off this stool and die on the floor.”

“I’m getting my second wind.”  

“That’s like your twelfth wind.” You replied, choosing not to mention the kiss in the bodega.  

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After the Italian market and coffee Sarah had convinced you to drive to parkway so she could jog up the museum steps. She was determined to live her Rocky dream apparently, one she’d only started having that morning, and you were being roped into it.  

“Okay, ready.” Sarah asked, looking over at you, biting her bottom lip as she smiled.

“Ready.” You nodded.  

Sarah clicked the play button on her spotify, the familiar sound of the Rocky theme song playing through the speakers as the two of you ran up the stairs of the art museum. You could hear her breathing as she took the stairs beside you, trying to keep the pace as you made it to the top. The moment she was on the top platform she heaved a breath, leaning her hands on her knees. You stood beside her, catching your breath and taking a sip from your water bottle.

“I told you it was gonna be intense.”  

“Oh my god...no wonder Rocky was so good. That was brutal.” Sarah replied, clicking off her phone and taking the water from you. “Alright, take my picture.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, take my picture, I have to immortalize this moment.” She posed like Rocky at the top of the stairs and you took her picture.  

“You know I totally would’ve loved Rocky even more if he looked less like Sylvester Stallone.” You mentioned, looking through your phone at her. Short shorts and crop top, she looked like the perfect summer fantasy and you couldn’t help wishing that she’d come up to Philly under different circumstances.  

“And more like me?” She asked, smiling at you.  

“Yeah,” you laughed.

“Let me see,” she leaned into your space to look at the picture, “here take a selfie.”

“I took like twelve earlier and that was just us buying cannoli.”  

“I need to commemorate this trip!” Sarah laughed, grabbing your phone to set up the selfie. She wanted a picture of everything the two of you did together. She had thought about posting some of the pictures that morning but decided against it.  

For once she really didn’t care if John B was thinking about her. If he was wondering what she was doing or upset that she hadn’t returned to the Outer Banks for summer like they had planned. This was better already and she’d only been here half a day with you. But she didn’t want to post and gloat, she just wanted to keep all the pictures to herself, to enjoy herself and the way she was feeling with you.

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“After this we should get cookies and then go home,” Sarah mentioned, taking a sip of her soda. She was only a quarter of the way into her cheesesteak and she was pretty sure it was single greatest thing she’d ever eaten.  

“I thought you were on your second wind?” You teased, turning in your stool again to knock your knee against hers. She smiled at the touch.  

“I think second wind me wants chocolate chip cookies and a good cuddle while we watch a movie.” She replied.  

When she’d looked across the bodega at you all she wanted to do was kiss you. So she had. And she let you play it off like she was just tipsy but she knew that wasn’t even the half of it. If you were confused about her signals she was confused about her feelings. She knew she still felt something for John B but she couldn’t deny that being just friends with you, after she had been given a taste of what being more than that could feel like, had her wishing she could just throw caution to the wind and tell you she wanted to be with you.  

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[jbbarnesnnoble]

When We Were Young and Naive

Summary:  A death brings you back to the town you’d left behind after high school, reminders of a love past surrounding you. 

Features/Warnings: Angst. Sadness. Major Character Death; Mentions of Real People in a Fictitious capacity (several Pittsburgh Penguins players; Modern!AU

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Notes: This is just pure sad. I really need to write some happy!Nat because almost all of my Natasha stories involve angst or character death. 

Based on ‘Amelia’ by Tonight Alive

Word Count: 2386

You never thought you’d be back in the small one stop sign town you’d grown up in. Getting out had been your only goal when you were a kid. College was your freedom. Most people stayed local. Tony Stark was the only other one who went away, but even he returned home. His family had an attachment to the small town, no matter how wealthy they were. 

You were one of the few who had gotten out and planned to stay out. But then your mother called. It had been years since you spoke to Natasha, to any of your friends. You’d been best friends growing up, until you said you were moving across the country. There had been a big blowup at the Rogers’. You had kept your college decision to yourself until graduation. 

“Weird to think we’ll be at college in the fall,” Natasha said as the two of you laid on the hammock in the Rogers’ back yard. Steve was cozied up with Sharon Carter, Bucky was trying and failing to impress Wanda Maximoff while Sam watched and laughed. Clint was sitting on the side of the swimming pool, watching a game of chicken going on. Maria Hill on the shoulders of Carol Danvers, facing off against Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. 

“Yeah,” you said, your voice quiet. You still hadn’t told her you didn’t commit to the local university. It was a good school, but it wasn’t your dream school. You’d applied to a few other places and got in. Pittsburgh was calling your name. 

“Did you put in your roommate request yet? I got mine today,” she said. You sat up and Nat looked at you with concern.

“I’m not going,” you said. She frowned.

“You’re not going to college? Bug, you always said you were going to go to college,” she said. Bug, short of Lightning Bug, born of your love of the summertime insect. 

“I didn’t say I’m not going. I’m not going to the U,” you said. 

“When were you going to tell me? Where are you going?” she asked. You sighed.

“I didn’t know how. You were so excited when I got my letter. I’m going to Pittsburgh, Natasha,” you said. She nodded.

“We can work with that. It’s not that far, it’s six hours by car, an hour flight. You’ll be home for vacations. Nothing has to change,” she said. You and Natasha were more than friends. You were high school sweethearts. And here you were, about to break her heart. 

“Natasha,” you said softly.

“Oh my god. You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“I...Tasha...it’s not fair to you. I love you. But sometimes, you have to let the people you love go,” you said, standing up. 

“You’re such a bitch, you know that? We’ve been together for four years and you’re just what? Throwing it away because we’re going to be long distance? You hid this from me. What else are you hiding?” she yelled. You felt tears stinging your eyes. Natasha looked at you with an anger and hurt you’d never seen on her face. Your shoulders slumped. 

“I should go,” you said, looking away from her. Everyone was staring. You grabbed your bag and headed to your car. No one stopped you. 

You spent the rest of that summer with your cousin, a distant relation, out by Pittsburgh, after packing up your things for college sooner than you expected. Your parents drove out to move you in. 

You hadn’t been back since then, not even for holidays. You were effectively cast out. It wasn’t so much that you’d gone to Pittsburgh, it was that you’d hurt Natasha. You’d lied to them all. Your friends couldn’t understand your decision making. You glanced at the person in the driver’s seat. 

You had started out working for the Penguins as an intern, working your way to a permanent position by the time you graduated. The organization really was like family, and like family, they weren’t letting you face this alone. Sidney had volunteered to go with you. Geno and Tanger had all but talked you into letting him. 

“You good?” Sid asked. You nodded.

“I haven’t been here since...the last time anyone saw me, Natasha and I broke up. And I ran. That was...like six years ago...and now,” you said your voice trailing off.

“You’re here for her funeral,” he said.

“I’m not ready for this, Sid,” you said.

“No one ever is, kiddo. Come on, your mom’s been staring at the car out the window for ten minutes now. It’s now or never,” he said. You sighed and undid your seatbelt. Sid had insisted on driving. You were grateful for that. The Barton’s house next door seemed to have an endless stream of people. They’d adopted Nat when you were children. You could feel the stares as you got out of the car, hear the whispers.

“She’s got nerve coming here and bringing a guy with her,” you heard Sam say. You sighed. You knew forgiveness wouldn’t be found.

It had been an accident. You weren’t fully aware of the details, you knew enough to know it had been bad. 

“How are you holding up, sweetie?” your mom asked, pulling you into a hug when you got inside.

“Fine, mom. Just...shocked,” you said. 

“Bucky was asking if you’d be coming home,” she said. You snorted.

“Sure he did. Just like the rest of them are looking to welcome me with open arms,” you said. 

“Sweetheart...they’re hurting too. They lost a friend, a sister,” she said. 

“Yeah. I know,” you said, sitting down on the couch. You couldn’t bring yourself to go to the Barton’s, not yet. 

“I know you don’t like talking about it, but you’re going to have to eventually. Natasha would come here daily that summer, asking if you were coming home. You stopped answering texts from your friends. I don’t understand,” she said.

“They chose sides, mom. They made their choice when they didn’t have to,” you said. 

“Did they? Or did you shut everyone out? Steve said he tried calling you right after the accident to tell you Natasha was in the hospital but you blocked his number. Clint said after you left town you weren’t answering anyone,” she said. You shook your head. You didn’t think she’d ever understand. 

“I should go over,” you said, standing up. Sidney was your ever present shadow. You felt the stares as you entered the Barton’s house, the door open. Clint sat on the couch, a blank stare, his parents talking to Mrs. Barnes. 

“You came,” was all Clint said before standing up and pulling you into a hug. After hearing Sam’s comment outside, you weren’t sure what kind of reception you’d get. 

“Of course I did,” you said, hugging him tighter. You felt him shake with the force of his sob. For the first time since you got the news, you let yourself cry too. The two of you sunk to the floor, holding on to one another. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you said. You weren’t sure if you were saying sorry for his loss or for the years that had passed since you’d set foot in town. You lost track of time as the two of you sat there, holding on to one another. Clint knew. He knew the one thing no one else did.

“Tash, we’re gonna get caught if you come on another trip so soon,” you said, a giggle threatening to erupt as you spoke to Natasha over video chat. It had been two years since you left town, a year since you reconciled. You both agreed to keep it quiet. At first it was because your friends were still angry with you for how you’d walked away. Then it became nice having something that was just for the two of you. She knew you had blocked their numbers. You weren’t ready to mend those fences. Not when the immediate aftermath had been so bad. 

“Would it be so bad if we did?” she asked. You sighed.

“You think they’re ready for the truth? That their Bug wants to steal you away to the big city?” you teased.

“I love you, you know that?” she asked.

“Nat? Who are you talking to?” you heard Clint ask in the background. You fumbled with your phone as he came into frame. You were so busted when he saw you.

“Since when are you two talk...you two are back together aren’t you? Since when? I have to go tell everyone,” Clint said. Natasha set her phone down before going to jump on her brother’s back. You laughed as you heard their antics. 

“Clint said he’ll keep our secret,” she said with a laugh. 

You knew the hometown crew knew Nat had been seeing someone for some time. She’d been cagey when it came to spilling the details. At this point, it was down to you being ready to come back into their lives, ready to reconcile with your past and make amends. Five years of keeping secrets. A box was heavy in your pocket. One you’d been carrying for weeks. You knew Clint felt it.

“You brought it,” he said. You nodded.

“It’s hers. It will always be hers,” you said, your voice raw from crying. 

You knew the others had come in. Bucky was the first to piece things together. Clint had left a photo album open on the coffee table, one Natasha had put together of photos of the two of you from the past five years.

“How long?” Bucky asked.

“We made up by the end of summer. Took a break for the year,” you said. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he asked. 

“It was a funny game at first. Seeing if any of you would figure it out. I was still mad at how you all reacted. And then it just became a matter of enjoying having it be us, just us. I wish I had a better explanation but I don’t,” you explained. You weren’t expecting the hug from him once you and Clint stood. 

You weren’t sure you were ready when it came time for the funeral a few days later. You had slipped the ring box in the casket when you were given a moment to privately say your goodbyes to her. You weren’t ready to say goodbye. You were lost in a memory, the last time she’d made the trek to Pittsburgh. The two of you had finally settled on a house you liked and put in an offer. It had only been a few weeks before. You were lucky to be in a place where you could get a house, thanks to your job and hers. 

“It’s perfect,” Natasha said as the two of you did one last walk through before finalizing your offer on the house. 

“I can’t wait. Maybe it’s time to finally come clean,” you said.

“They’re going to be so mad...but I think they’ll get over it,” she said with a laugh. 

“They can consider it payback for the last prank they pulled. We just...played the long con,” you joked. She pulled you into a kiss before spinning you around, dancing with no music playing in what would be your living room. 

“My wife, becoming a PR boss in the sports world,” she teased.

“We’ll need to get married first, Tasha,” you said. 

“And we will,” she said with a wink. You pulled her close, feeling her relax into your embrace. This was the dream. Life, you thought, would never get better than holding Natasha Romanoff in your arms. She was your forever, of that much you were sure.

“This seat taken?” Bucky asked. You were alone in the funeral home. It was still early. The Bartons had taken their time earlier, giving you yours. 

“No,” you said.

“We knew, you know. Tasha was good at keeping secrets, but Clint’s shit at keeping them,” he said. You laughed.

“Then why did Sam make a snarky comment about me bringing Sid?” you asked. Bucky gave you a look.

“It’s Sam. I think he’s hurt that neither of you trusted him enough to tell him. But you told Clint,” he said. You laughed.

“In all fairness, Clint found out accidentally,” you said. 

“We missed you, Bug. I hate that it took this to bring you home,” he said. 

“We were planning...I was coming to town in a couple weeks. We bought a house. Out in Pittsburgh. I know she mentioned she had found a job in a new city, that she’d be able to spend summers out here. That she and her mystery partner were taking that step. I bought a ring. I was going to propose down by the creek, you know the spot,” you told him. He nodded, a fond smile on his face. The creek was a spot your group had spent many summer days and nights at. As children playing hide and seek in the day, manhunt at night. As teenagers, stealing beer from your parents and spending nights by the fire, hanging out. The creek was your spot on the edge of the Barnes’ property. 

“Bet you had a whole plan, Bug,” he said. You nodded.

“I did,” you said. 

“So, why did you bring that guy?” he asked. You laughed a little.

“The team is like a family. They played rock, paper, scissors. Sid won. They...they didn’t want me to travel alone,” you explained. The rest of the day was a blur, from the services at the funeral home, to the burial at the cemetery on the edge of town. Saying goodbye wasn’t easy. 

But in saying goodbye, you found yourself at home again, surrounded by old friends, family. The light in the dark. It had rained most of the day until the procession made it to the cemetery. The sun broke through long enough to shine on the plot, to shine on you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You swore you could smell her perfume faintly in the wind as the sun was once more hidden behind the clouds as you laid a flower on the casket. You knew things would be okay, eventually. 

[selfindulgentpoorlywritten]

Oh (Sidney Crosby Imagine)

Alright, I didn’t end up proofreading this one because I spent several hours cheering myself up via vines, so... enjoy whatever the hell came out of me the other night!

Rating: T

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Reader

Words: 1625

Warnings: none

Requested: yes/no

Summary:  “You found the ring I lost at this bar last week and, oh, okay, you’re cute, I swear it’s not a wedding ring”--- with Crosby

Only after about a half hour searching the bar is your ring found. Not by you, of course, but found nonetheless. You’d searched all the tables, under the booths, around the jukebox, along the bar. No luck. Until the small group in the corner makes a bit of a commotion, enough to get you to look over, to see one of them holding up a silver ring. Your ring. It’s two flowers, entwined, with opal and amethyst in the centers, still shiny silver glinting in the low light of the bar. You move without necessarily meaning to, just desperate to get your ring back. You don’t notice who’s holding it, or the group surrounding them, or anything, really. You’re just relieved down to your bones to have found it at all.

By the time you reach the table, the guy who found it has stood up and started scooching by the others to get out of the booth. Hopefully he’s the kind of guy who’s inclined to return it, because you’re not in the mood to fight anyone, let alone someone as thick and strong-looking as him.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, taking the hand holding your ring into both of yours, “Thank god you found it.” Only then do you look at the man for real, taking in his big brown eyes, strong jaw, slightly crooked nose… He’s cute. Like really cute. You’re kind of staring at his mouth- his mouth that’s so dark pink it’s almost red, a little wet from a single flick of his tongue- when you realize it’s moving, because he’s talking to you as you stand there and stare silently like a creep.

“Thank you so much,” you blurt out, almost cringing at how high your voice comes out. You clear your throat and take a deep breath, trying to remember how to act like a normal fucking person in the face of the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen.

“Thank you,” you repeat, “I, like, freaked out when I realized I didn’t have it.” You don’t mention that the reason you lost it in the first place is because you’d taken it off to scarf down wings with your friends and forgot to put it back on. Not exactly the image you want to project to someone attractive. Someone attractive whose hand you’re still holding in your own, holy shit. You rip your hands away like he’s a hot stove, wiping your suddenly sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans.

“Sorry,” you say, still not quite sure what he’d said when you weren’t paying attention, but wondering nonetheless. Probably something about how unbearably awkward you’re being right now.

“It’s okay,” he replies, chuckling a bit. He has a nice laugh. You still want your ring back, first and foremost, but you keep getting distracted from that goal by his… everything.

“I’m sure whoever the lucky person is will be happy that you found it,” he continues, tilting his head just the slightest bit to the right. You must look confused, because he shifts the ring up between his thumb and forefinger. Oh. Oh.

“Oh no!” your left hand flies up to press against your breastbone, “It’s not an engagement ring!” Why are you defending this to him? Oh, right, probably because he’s gorgeous and you’re already weak for him. And if you want to go home with his number, you’ll need a miracle, even without him thinking you have a fiance.

“No?” he asks, an inscrutable expression overtaking his face.

“No,” you confirm, adding “It’s from my mom”, because you’re a dork nerd idiot who tells cute guys that they wear a ring from their mom. It’s both of your birth stones, with “Never Alone” engraved on the inside, given to you last holiday season. It’s sweet, and sentimental, and probably kind of sappy to wear constantly, but you do.

“Oh,” is all he says, a sly smile growing on his face. You’re not entirely sure you like the look of that grin, except for the part where it’s gorgeous and makes a smile start on your own face without your express permission. He looks vaguely familiar, but you’re too focused on the way he smells like slaf water and the taffy named after it (despite being nowhere near a seaport) to figure out how you know him.

One of his friends from his table comes up behind him and slaps a hand down on his shoulder, making you both jump. Now him you recognize. Kind of hard not to recognize a superstar Penguins player in Pittsburgh, especially when he’s 6’4 and so distinctive-looking as Evgeni Malkin. Which is what you’re going to use as an excuse for not immediately recognizing that the guy you’ve been acting a fool in front of is Sidney Crosby-- no hockey player should be that good looking.

“Sid, why you make pretty girl stand?” Geno asks, and you’re thrown enough by Geno Malkin calling you pretty that you miss most of whatever they bicker about for the next thirty seconds. It’s kind of funny to watch two world famous athlete squabble like an old married couple, though. You’re not sure how to deal with this entire ridiculous situation, so you’ve just decided to embrace it at this point. Besides, you don't have to meet your friend for another hour anyway, so might as well get as much of a story to tell as you can. They’re still going back and forth, something about you, and you can���t help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of everything. The sound of your laughter finally shuts them up, and they both stare at you for an impossibly long moment before they start laughing as well.

The commotion gets the attention of the rest of their table, who all start calling out different things at once, while they beckon the three of your toward the table. Geno wastes no time taking your elbow and guiding you over, huge hand gentle and warm against your skin. You go willingly, kind of excited to meet everyone, thought nervous that you won’t live up to their clearly high expectations. Then again, they’ll probably forget all about you the second you leave, so does it really matter? It’s only when you’re ushered into the booth that you realize you’d never actually gotten your ring back, despite how long this interaction has gone on for.

“Hi, I’m Zach,” one of the group introduces himself, sticking out a hand for you to shake, which you do. Then you’re introduced to Patric, Bryan, Brian, and Matt, in turn. You don’t quite pretend you don’t know them, but you try not to act too invested in them or their careers, or the fact that you’re sitting at a table with multi-time Stanley Cup champions. Just keep breathing and keep it cool. Which you’ve been excelling at since you got here, obviously.

Sid is squeezed into the booth next to you, barely an inch of table space before him, but he doesn’t seem to care. His left thigh is pressed against your right, hip to knee. You’re trying not to think about it, but it’s not exactly easy to ignore. The guys are asking you questions; how old are you, where do you work, do you come to this bar often? You answer to the best of your ability, asking your own questions in return. It’s a weird dance where they know you know them, but none of you are acknowledging that fact. They all seem to be pretty cool guys, though, so it’s not as difficult to fall into the conversation as you’d thought it would be. The guys mostly talk about their families; wives and children spoken of with reverent adoration, and it’s nice. It’s not much different than talking with your own friends, honestly.

Eventually you’re startled out of the back-and-forth by the blaring of your phone alarm, letting you know it’s time to leave to meet your friend. You’re amazed by how quickly the time has passed, an hour seeming fleeting. You apologize and excuse yourself, Sid standing to let you out of the booth. You say your goodbyes, getting handshakes and hugs from varying members of the group. Geno gives you a tight squeeze before you leave, warm and impossibly huge around you.

You’re almost at the door when you hear the shout from behind you, turning to find Sid jogging toward you. Your heart is a butterfly in your chest, watching him come closer, captivated by the way he moves. He stops just in front of you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out your ring. Oh.

“Thanks,” you say, taking the ring and slipping it onto your left hand. You’re about to bid him adieu and leave when he takes your hand in his own, digging in his pocket. You can only imagine how confused you must look, because he giggles when he sees your face. He’s taken a pen out of his pocket and uses it to gesture to your hand held captive. You nod, still not sure any of this is real. He writes a series of ten numbers on your skin, giving you a crooked smile before he lets go.

“See you around, eh?” he says, before pulling back and returning to the table, throwing glances over his shoulder as if he’s not sure you’re receptive to the idea. The idea that he just gave you his number, his private, restricted number, so you can presumably text or call him, or in some way communicate with him in the future, like that’s not an earth-shattering development. You wave before heading out the door, having one hell of a story to tell your friend.

[yastaghr]

What We Do For Family 5

This one took a while, but it’s worth it! What We Do For Family is back!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/58305151

Reaper stepped into Sharktale. He also stepped into absolute chaos. He’d thought he’d opened a portal into the cold-water equivalent of Snowdin, but it looked like he’d missed his mark and ended up in the current to Hotland. That was close enough to walk it, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone bumping into him. Everyone in Sharktale swam, including the little diver humans who worked with them. Besides, the only sharks that would be on the floor of this section of ocean were slow enough that he could dodge them. It turns out that binge-watching Shark Week with his son had its uses.

A few hours later Reaper ran into the monster (or, rather, god) that he was looking for. Dream waved at him from the window of his cave complex in the rock forest of Snowdin. Reaper smiled and waved back at him, then grimaced when Dream moved to open the door. It wasn’t that he disliked Dream. It was just that Reaper knew that Palette would be there, too, and Reaper hadn’t brought Goth. He still wasn’t sure how to react to the knowledge that Goth had a crush. So, instead of reacting, he’d decided to ignore it.

The door opening up was what interrupted Reaper’s thoughts. Sure enough, the first thing that happened was a little white blur racing out of the house and tackling him at the knees. Reaper was once again glad that he’d convinced the other gods to let Palette become a little immortal. Goth needed someone his own age to play with who wasn’t going to die.

“hey, pal-pal. goth has been talking about you,” he said, testing the waters to see what Palette’s reaction was going to be.

Palette turned an enormous grin up at him. “HE HAS?! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT HIM, TOO. I’VE BEEN TELLING MOM THAT GOTH SHOWED ME HOW TO MAKE A PORTAL! HE’S SO COOL! I LOVE HIM THIS MUCH!” Palette said, holding his hands as far apart as he could.

Reaper smiled, but inside he was panicking. Love? Palette loved Goth? That much? Reaper really hoped he just meant as a friend. “that’s great, palette. i’m sorry i don’t have goth with me today. i actually came to talk to your mom. do you think you could find something to do that would be fun to do while dream and i talk?”

Palette nodded. “YEP! I’M WORKING ON A GIFT FOR GOTH! IT’S A SECRET, THOUGH, SO DON’T TELL HIM.”

Reaper smiled a little queasily. He definitely wasn’t prepared to deal with this. “i promise i won’t tell him, pal-pal. now you go get working on that present! goth is really looking forward to seeing you again.”

The little skeleton beamed at Reaper, saluted him, and ran back inside. The sound of Dream’s laughter, muffled as it was by the water between them, drew Reaper’s attention. Dream looked… good. He was smiling, and that smile was more than the shadow Reaper had grown used to on his bad days. Palette did that to him. Goth did, too. Reaper couldn’t blame him. They were both absolute delights.

“He’s a little gem, isn’t he?” Dream said softly, coming over to stand by Reaper. “Even the most horrible situations can have a little light in them, right?”

Reaper winced. He could recognize false cheer when he heard it. Then again, that was Dream’s job. He was the God of Positivity. He had to try and make people feel better. Reaper could understand that. He hated his job sometimes, too.

“i can’t possibly imagine what good could come of me losing geno, dream. he’s…” He trailed to a stop.

“Well, you got to spend some more quality time with your son, right? That has to count as a positive!” Dream said determinedly. Reaper sighed. He should just give in to being cheered up instead of moping, but… after what he had found out from Life about Geno’s current condition, that was hard. He just wanted to curl up and cry, but he’d already done so much of that that his voice was sore.

“i guess… that’s actually why i’m here. geno, not spending time with goth.” It was Dream’s turn to wince. Reaper quickly explained, “i have some new information. life found out… she found out… geno’s changed. she says something even more powerful than she is messed with him. he probably won’t remember us. so, i’m here to warn you about it, and ask if you can maybe check for any new souls? she said his soul has been changed, so maybe you could find him this time.”

Dream sighed. Reaper could already feel his aura shifting. He hoped he wouldn’t trigger an episode, but he needed to know if Geno was okay. Maybe Life couldn’t find him but Dream could? All Reaper really had at this point was hope.

The God of Positivity got that far away look Reaper recognized as him searching. He stood by, ready to act if Dream-

Dream froze, his eye lights going black and his whole body going rigid. Damn. Reaper reached out to touch Dream and wake him from this stupor. Dream could be stuck like this all day if he didn’t. It was a consequence of Dream’s time trapped in stone. Humans called it dissociation, and it was a scary thing. Dream had once said that it felt like he wasn’t attached to his body anymore. His senses were all dulled and so was his mind. If Dream could even manage to respond it seldom made sense. It was part of why Dream was rarely left alone.

Everyone knew what to do when he got like this. The first step was to speak to him. “dream. it’s me, reaper. i’m going to touch you, okay?” He said. There was no response, which Reaper knew to expect.

He moved on to the next step, which was to gently touch Dream in a safe place. Reaper picked his arm to touch, not above the fabric of his sleeves, but still on his upper arm. Dream didn’t react to the initial touch, but as Reaper began to rub little circles into his arm Dream started to move. First there came a breath. Then a blink. Two. Then Dream’s head turned, agonizingly slowly, to face Reaper.

“hey, dream. take your time, but try to come back to yourself, okay?” Reaper said. Pinpricks of light appeared in Dream’s dark sockets. They slowly grew into actual orbs. They were still faint, but at least they were there. Reaper counted that as a win. “that’s it, dream. good job. do you think you can speak? you can say whatever you want, just say something.”

Dream sipped a lungful of air, then let it out. He repeated this twice before he actually spoke. “... I had another episode, didn’t I?”

Reaper nodded. Honesty was always best. “yeah, dream, you did. it’s okay, though. it didn’t last nearly as long as some of your others have. you were out for maybe ten minutes max, and you didn’t relapse at all. that’s good!”

Dream smiled weakly. “Thanks for your help. I’m sorry I’m not more use for you. What was it that got me started into the haze?”

“i asked you if you could try and find new souls that could be geno. it’s okay that you didn’t succeed. life already told me we wouldn’t be able to find them, but… i’d hoped that she was wrong. i shouldn’t have asked you to do that. i’m sorry,” Reaper apologized.

Dream’s smile grew a little bit in strength. “That’s okay, Reaper. I understand. If I hear about or feel any new souls I’ll let you know, okay?”

Reaper recognized a dismissal when he heard one, but he had one more thing to talk about. “dream? um, i don’t know how to put this, but… goth has a crush on palette. can you tell what kind of crush it is?”

Dream blinked at him and laughed, bright and clear. Reaper smiled. That was good. He hated to leave Dream in a bad frame of mind. “Are you just discovering this now, Reaper? They’ve been dating for over a year. It’s sweet. They’re always talking about each other and constantly want to be together. They make each other gifts and share all their discoveries with each other. Palette’s soul beat speeds up every time he sees Goth, and Gothy’s soul skips a beat when he sees him. I couldn’t tell you what kind of relationship they have, though. I just know that it’s real.”

Great. There went Reaper’s little fantasy about the two kids. There was only one thing to do now. He had to find out. “so, how many people knew about this before i did?”

“Quite a lot, I’m afraid,” Dream tittered, “although if we knew you didn’t know we would have done something about that. There’s even a little fanclub for their ship. People give them art supplies and toys to give to each other, that sort of thing. It’s called the Poth Fanclub! I can give you the list of people who are in it if you want.”

Reaper nodded. He could feel his dark aura swirling around him. He had a thing or two to say to these people who would encourage two little kids in something like this. It was very rude to ship real people, and doubly so for children. Reaper knew what he was going to be doing next. These people needed to have a lesson in manners, and Goth needed to be reminded about taking gifts from strangers.

Dream giggled. “It’s all people you know, Reaper. Grim is in it. So are Mercy and me. Classic, Blue, and Red each have their part in it, as do their brothers. I think the only person you’d have doubts about is Ink. We’ve kept him away from Goth like you wanted, but he is the one giving most of the art supplies to Palette. He is his son, after all.”

Reaper shuddered. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Ink… no, that was a lie. Reaper hated Ink. After what he had learned about him lately, why wouldn’t he? Ink was a menace. “thanks for keeping him away from goth. i just-”

“I understand, Reaper. I just wish you could forgive him. I have,” Dream said pointedly.

“heh. you know me, dream. death is notorious for holding a grudge,” Reaper said, chuckling. How exactly that rumor had gotten started was beyond him, but that didn’t really matter. It was useful, so he let the rumor hang around.

Dream sighed. “I know. Say hello to Goth for me when you see him!”

“i will. see you later, dream!” Reaper said, waving as he opened a portal back to Reapertale. “i will.”

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Error tumbled out of the Anti-Void and fell flat on his face in the snow. It was almost comical how much effort it took him to pry his skull off of the ice. It finally came free with a wet slurp that was completely inappropriate for the action that caused it. He grumbled to himself, “Stupid ice. Stupid portal. Stupid Fate.”

<Where are we, anyway? Does anyone know what universe we’re in?> One of the more helpful voices asked.

Error looked around, but he couldn’t tell just by looking. There was no dust scattered in this section of the Snowdin forest. No traps littered the ground. The only things he could see from here were the door to the Ruins, the bridge that every Papyrus built with bars too wide, and the branch that the Sans would use to prank the human. Huh. Guess he wouldn’t find out until he ran into a monster. Hopefully it would be the Sans. Actually, scratch that. Hopefully there was no one in this world. He really didn’t want to kill people. If he had to destroy it would be better to do so without killing anyone.

<Oh! You should go knock on the door first! It would be so cute to see you talk to a Toriel again!> Another voice, much younger in tone, said.

Error shivered. He really didn’t want to, but… he had to start somewhere. He had to do this to protect his family, no matter how much he hated it. He trudged through the thick, unbroken snow to the looming door in the cliffside. Habit, long forgotten in his crazy life, led him to sit against the door with his back to it. He knocked twice loudly and waited for a reply. Under his breath he muttered, “Knock knock.”

“Who is there?” An agonizingly familiar voice carried through the door.

Error winced and closed his eye sockets. So there was a Toriel here after all. Great. “Um… glitch?” He said on the fly. It had been a long time since he’d made a knock knock joke like this.

“Glitch who?” Toriel asked.

“Glitch is… I mean, I’m sorry about glitch,” Error said wretchedly.

“heh. sorry about what, pal?” A third voice joined in. Error’s eye sockets flew open.

There, floating in front of him with a genial expression, was a Sans. He looked like a ghost that had never had a rough day in his life. He had a substantial ponch, soft eyes, and a wide grin. Oh, how Error hated that grin. He was about to kill someone who looked happy and welcoming. Damn Fate to hell and back.

<Ooh, we’re in Ghosttale! Isn’t that one of yours, Nnnnn?> Error couldn’t work out what that one voice had said, but he didn’t really need to. He didn’t want the voices to have names. That would be awful for his sanity.

“uh, bud? you there?”

The words were almost overrun by the voice of Fate. <Do your job, Destroyer. My patience wears thin.>

Error flinched from the voice. The ghost Sans seemed to be worried. “hey, bud, why don’t you come with me? my brother’s a healer. i’m sure we can help you with… whatever is wrong with you. i promise we’re not going to hurt you, and i hate to make promises. okay?”

“Please don’t say that,” Error pleaded as he stood up, reaching for his magic to call his blasters, “because I can’t say the same thing to you.”

The ghost Sans tilted his head. “and what do you mean by that, bud?”

Those were his last words before Error’s blaster that he had summoned behind him tore through him with magical fire. Error stared at the dust that floated in the wind. He felt absolutely sick to his stomach. As he heard the ghost Toriel opening the door behind him and prepared to attack, he whispered to the wind, “I’m sorry.”

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Asylum Tour Shenanigans Pt. 4: The Guy

SURPRISE BITCH I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU’D SEEN THE LAST OF THIS SERIES!! Well joke’s on you, because even if @retronova isn’t posting anymore, we’re still thinking of crazy ideas for this thing! This latest installment is something we literally wrote in not even an hour, which is honestly a record for both of us lmao. But enjooooy!!!

Paul had pulled Gene aside backstage after the show. It wasn’t a big deal, just to mention to him that they need to be more mindful of where everyone was onstage so they didn’t go running around and bumping into each other. It happened every so often, once they’d really get into it, and it was something Paul brought up every once in a while just to make sure things ran smoothly.

Gene just nodded his head in understanding after Paul gave him the rundown, and he didn’t think much of it afterwards when Paul had walked off. Gene began to go his separate way as well, turning on his heels to head back to his own dressing room, but when he turned around, that’s when he saw Jaime.

Jaime wasn’t alone, either. He came stumbling backstage with his arm around some guy’s shoulders. Gene watched as the two paused in the hallway, Jaime’s arm dropping from around the guy’s shoulders as he turned and leaned into his personal space more. Then, Gene saw the smirk on Jaime’s face as he brushed his fingers over the guy’s arm. Oh. Gene knew exactly what this was now. This was just how he’d pick up a girl after a show, how it would go when he’d find a groupie and would cut to the chase with his intentions.

The thing was, Gene never pegged Jaime as the type. Not that he had a problem with it, he just never would’ve guessed he’d be picking up a guy after a show. Maybe it was because he was so caught up in his own world of wooing women that he never considered other rock stars may have other preferences, but something about this just seemed to catch Gene off guard.

Before Jaime and the other guy could catch Gene staring, Gene turned back around and headed towards Paul’s dressing room. The door was open, so Gene leaned against the doorframe and knocked on the wall.

Paul was wiping the sweat off his face with a towel and singing under his breath. “Oh, Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand. It’s guys like you—”

KNOCK KNOCK.

He jumped and turned around. “Oh hey, Gene.”

Gene looked at him in slight amusement. “Were you singing to yourself in here?”

“No, I wasn’t.” Gene would never let him hear the end of it if he knew he was singing ‘Mickey.’

“Really? Because it sounded like you were.”

“Well, I wasn’t.” He wiped the last of the sweat off his face and steered the topic away from him not singing. “What’s up?”

“I’m invoking the ‘no judgement’ clause of our friendship.”

Paul frowned. “What the hell did you do this time?”

“It’s not for me! It’s… Okay. Have you ever seen Jaime or the other Black ‘N Blue members pick up groupies?”

“Yeah,” Paul shrugged his shoulders. “But we all do that.”

“Okay, well, have you ever seen Jaime pick up a guy?”

At that, Paul froze. His mind turned to not even three weeks ago, when Patrick came to his dressing room to ask for a hairbrush because Jaime and Tommy were, ahem, busy, in Black ‘N Blue’s dressing room. He’d told Patrick he would keep that a secret.

On the other hand, he and Gene pretty much had no secrets.

On the other other hand, if it got out, Jaime and Tommy would be harassed the rest of their lives.

“No, I haven’t. Honestly, I wouldn’t have a problem with it if I did. It’s his life, not mine.”

Gene frowned at his response. “Okay then.”

“Why do you ask?”

“... No reason. I was just wondering.” He turned to leave. “Thanks anyway, Paul.”

“Sure,”

When he was sure Gene was gone, Paul sighed and went back to what he was doing, definitely not resuming singing “Mickey” under his breath.

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The next morning, as if either by fate or pure coincidence depending on who you asked, Gene ran into Jaime in the hotel hallway. He’d been meaning to talk to him ever since he saw him with that guy backstage after the show last night.

“Jaime,” Gene said as he exhaled, “hey, can we talk?”

Jaime blinked and froze, his mind immediately going to the worst case scenario. God, the last thing he needed was to piss Gene Simmons off. “Uh, yeah.” Jaime swallowed hard. “What’s up?”

“Last night, after the show, I saw you with, uhh…”

Jaime just blinked and gave Gene a look when the bassist trailed off.

Gene sighed. “Look, let’s just get one thing straight,” he said. “Are you?”

Jaime almost busted out laughing at the sheer relief that this wasn’t about anything bad. “Geez, Geno, I thought you were gonna say you’re kicking us off the tour,” he replied with a grin, and Gene laughed. Jaime shook his head. “But no, no I’m not.”

Gene nodded, rather solemnly. “Alright. I thought that was the case.”

“How’d you figure it out?” Jaime asked curiously.

“Last night. I saw you stumbling backstage with your arm around another guy.”

“Ohhh, Tim?”

“Is that his name?”

“Yeah, that’s his name,”

“I see. But anyway, I saw you backstage with Tim last night. You weren’t exactly subtle.”

Jaime laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeeeeah…”

“Listen, Jaime,” Gene patted his shoulder. “I’m fine with you not being straight. And if you want to pick up a guy after a show, that’s fine. Just… Just be careful, alright? You’re a good kid, and I don’t want you getting harassed for liking men.”

Jaime snorted out a laugh. “Please, I’ve known since I was a teenager. I can handle a few bullies,” he replied, waving his hand in dismissal.

Gene just shook his head. “Fine, then just make sure you use protection.”

Jaime laughed again. “I’m not stupid, Gene,” he responded with a playful grin. “I mean, for God’s sake, last thing I wanna do is get AIDS.”

Gene tried not to laugh, but he could barely hold it in. “Well, seems like you got this all figured out.”

“I do.”

Gene nodded in satisfaction. “Alright then,” he replied, beginning to turn around to leave. “I’ll see you at the venue later today, yeah?”

Jaime gave a single nod as well. “Yep.”

However, as Gene was walking off, Jaime suddenly called from behind him. “Hey, Gene!” When the bassist turned around, the younger frontman gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

Gene smiled back and nodded. “Anytime.”

[71tenseventeen]

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too)-25

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 Warnings for sexual content, male pregnancy, non-hockey Sid. Sid and Taylor’s ages have been altered to fit the story.

Perpetual credit to my betas, @queen-alia and @icosahedonist and to @cakemakethme and @ljummen for helping me along! 

Thanks for being patient with me while I finished Into That Bad Night! 

The Pens start the season with four home games. They win the first three. 

The fourth is a mess and the first loss of the season. Sid watches, frustrated, from the stands as things fall apart in the second and they just can’t get the game back. 

At home, he waits up but Geno’s later than usual and he falls asleep on the couch, stirring when he hears Geno shuffling in. Sid sits up just as he passes through, stopping to throw a surprised look at Sid. “Thought you would already be in bed.” 

“I wanted to wait for you.” 

Geno shakes his head. “Is nice but I’m need do some things before bed. You go on, need sleep.” 

Sid nods, realizing Geno wants time alone. 

He can’t sleep though, tossing and turning in the empty bed for half an hour before he gives up trying. He hadn’t expected Geno to be all over him the way he had been after the wins but he hates doing nothing while Geno is upset. Resolved, he throws the covers back; He won’t know how to help unless he asks. 

Geno is hunched over his laptop, re-watching the game at the kitchen island when Sid finds him.

“Does that help?” 

Geno pops his head up. “Sid. What you doing up?” 

He shrugs, leaning back against the counter next to Geno. “I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing up?” 

Geno gives him a look. 

“Okay, yeah. I guess that was a stupid question. Are you okay?” 

Geno furrows his brow. “I’m fine, Sid. That why you awake?”

“No. Well, maybe. A little—I mean….” Sid sighs. “I don’t know. I just wanted to see if I could help. Or...something. I know, that’s stupid and I can’t do anything to change the game.” 

Geno surprises him by smiling. It’s just a little smile but Sid will take it. “Hey, is not stupid. Is sweet.” 

Sid feels his cheeks heating up. “I—”

Geno tugs on Sid’s arm until he’s standing in front of him. “Sweet,” He says firmly. “But you right, can’t change game.” 

“Neither can you.” 

“No, but I can watch and learn and change next game.” 

“That’s…” Sid smiles at him. “No wonder you’re Captain. You work really hard.”

Geno ducks his head. “I just try my best.” 

Sid squeezes his hand. “I see how hard you work. I’m going to let you get back to it now. Don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?” 

Geno looks up at him for a long moment before squeezing back. “Okay.” 

“Night G.” 

Sid’s just settled back in when the door opens. He doesn’t say anything as Geno sheds his clothes and climbs into bed. Sid lets himself be pulled closer as Geno wraps around him. He waits until they’re settled to say softly, “All done for the night?” 

“Yeah. I’m sorry I ignore you when I come home.” 

“You didn’t ignore me.” 

“No but I know not exactly what you been used to,” he replies with a playful smile that makes Sid laugh. 

“No, it’s not and I didn’t expect that. I just—I wasn’t sure what you needed. If it’s space, I can do that.” 

“Is what I’m used to.” 

Sid nods and rests his head on Geno’s chest. “Okay.”  

It’s quiet for a few beats before Geno says softly into the dark. “Not used to having someone around after bad games. Normal routine, I’m come home, be angry, sometimes work out again. Watch game.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with that if it helps.” 

“Sometimes it does. Tonight I thought just want to review video like always but then after you leave kitchen I miss you little bit.” 

Sid lifts his head to look at him in the dark. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Think maybe I still needed little bit of time but this—this help too, you know?” 

Sid smiles. “Okay.” He pauses before adding. “Do you, um, do you want to talk about it?” 

“No,” Geno replies softly. “Just be here with you is good.” 

Geno touches his face, stroking Sid’s cheek a few times before he slides his palm behind Sid’s neck and pulls gently. “Come here,” he says, voice nearly a whisper as he pulls Sid to him for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet and Sid can’t help the way he sinks into it. 

Geno deepens the kiss but he keeps it slow, pulling back long enough to whisper “sweet,” against Sid’s lips before kissing him again and again. 

They don’t go anywhere with it, just trading soft kisses until Geno tucks Sid against his chest again, stroking fingers through his hair silently until they both fall asleep. 

--

Sid wakes up early intending to cook a nice breakfast for them before Geno leaves. He has to go straight to the airport after practice for the Pens first away games—a back-to-back with the Panthers and the Lightning. But before Sid can even get a leg out of the bed, Geno is pulling him back, kissing his neck and jaw and, well. 

Geno has time to scarf down some hastily scrambled eggs before he leaves, stopping on his way out the door to kiss a still disheveled Sid. 

Sid stands there for a second, grinning like an idiot until he spots Geno’s bag still sitting by the door. He grabs it and races to the door only to find Geno standing on the other side with a wide grin when he yanks it open. 

“I’m forget bag.” 

Sid holds it up. “I saw.” 

Geno licks his lower lip, staring at Sid for a moment before he dives into another kiss. He doesn’t stop until Sid pulls back with a soft laugh. “Geno,” he admonishes. “You’re going to be late.” 

“Can’t help. Keep thinking three whole nights away. I win both games and you celebrate without me.” He fakes a pout. 

“Oh you think so?” 

Geno backs him up against the door frame. “I’m call you after games, from hotel room. We celebrate together. Is tradition, Sid.” 

Sid laughs. “It was three times!” 

“In Russia three times, tradition for life.” 

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.” But he’s laughing as Geno kisses him again. It takes Sid threatening not to take his calls for Geno to finally allow himself to be pushed gently away. 

He pretends to pout as he says, “Most mean. I call you later, okay?” 

“Okay. Have a good flight.” 

Geno winks as he goes. 

--

They beat the Panthers in a 6-1 blowout but lose to the Lightning in the last few seconds of overtime. 

Sid’s watching them file off of the ice on the television screen when he feels it. 

At first he’s not sure he felt anything at all, it happened so quickly. But then he reaches for the remote when he feels it again—a flutter from within, almost like a tiny popcorn kernel bouncing around—and he freezes. Just like the first time, it’s over as fast as it started. He pays close attention while he takes his cup to the kitchen and turns everything off downstairs but there’s still nothing so he heads upstairs to get ready for bed. 

Sid knows Geno isn’t likely to be very chatty after a loss like that and the team will go straight from Amalie to the airport so the window of time that Geno could call is small, anyhow. Still, he puts the phone on the nightstand before he climbs in bed. He’s just settled in when he feels it again. 

He sits up in bed and fumbles the lamp on again. This time, it doesn’t stop. He grabs for his phone and a quick search pretty much confirms his theory. 

It’s the baby. 

He doesn’t think—just dials Geno. He calls twice with no answer and is contemplating sending a text when the phone rings in his hands. “Geno,” he answers quickly. 

“Sid, what going on? You okay? What wrong?” Geno sounds so worried and Sid feels bad because he didn’t mean to scare Geno but—

“I feel the baby moving,” he blurts, wondering if maybe he should have just waited until Geno got home. 

There’s a long pause. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called. I-I know you’re probably headed to the airport or something and I should have—” 

Geno cuts him off. “Sid,” he breathes and he is definitely smiling. “You sure?” 

Sid’s own smile widens. “Pretty sure, yeah.”

“So glad you called, Sid. So happy you tell me.” To say Geno is happy is an understatement. Sid can hear the restraint in his voice as he quietly but excitedly asks for every detail. Sid happily describes everything until he can hear the soft rumble of the team in the background and Geno sighs. “Have to go now, we headed to airport but I’m home in few hours. I see you soon, okay?” 

“Okay. See you soon,” he echoes softly.

Sid’s still smiling when he hangs up. 

It’s close to three in the morning when Geno gets home but Sid stirs the second he hears the bedroom door open. “Hi,” he says with a smile, voice a little sleep rough.  

 Geno hastily sheds his suit and climbs onto the bed. “Hey,” he breathes out, voice filled with reverence as he nestles close. His hands immediately find Sid’s belly, big palms covering as much skin as he can. “You feel now?” 

Sid pauses because the sensation is still new but then— He breaks into a wide smile. It’s faint but it’s definitely there. “I do.” 

“Fuck, Sid.” And then he’s moving down to rest his cheek against Sid’s belly, next to his hand. “Know I can’t feel yet but…” 

“It’s okay, I get it.” 

It’s quiet for a little while and Sid wonders if Geno is falling asleep but then he feels a soft kiss against the side of his belly. “Can’t feel you yet but your Dada can. You keep kicking legs, get strong. When you old enough we take you to rink, teach you to skate and you be best at skating.” 

Sid laughs and can’t resist dropping a hand in Geno’s hair. 

It’s a long time before either of them falls asleep. 

Two days later, Sid goes to practice for the first time since before he was pregnant. He’s been having trouble filling his days, antsy without classes or work to keep him busy. So when Geno had tentatively asked him to come, Sid had been hesitant but decided to go. 

It’s fun to watch them run drills and, afterwards, he nervously meets Geno in the team hallway. Geno just juts his chin determinedly and starts dragging Sid around, introducing him to everyone on the team. For their part, everyone is friendly to him, though Geno does get a generous amount of ribbing when it’s obvious that Sid’s pregnancy was a direct result of Cup party celebrations. 

After that Sid goes to practices more often than not.

Part 26

[onepunchmiss]

OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin. 

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic. 

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD 

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ  HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS 

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED 

WAIT 

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2 

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO 

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO 

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING “But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE??? 

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT  THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t 

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM 

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF 

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE 

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP 

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there 

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD 

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING 

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM 

oh no 

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no 

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him. 

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED 

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love 

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK 

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB 

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP 

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OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD 

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no 

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HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo  ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T 

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did 

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fkin cliffhanger no please no 

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did. 

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Hello, i just found your page and was up til 5am reading all your jjba nsfw and omggg i fell in love with characters i never thought twice about, your work is to WRITHE for! im not sure if you take prompt requests so im sorry if im over stepping, but id love some gentle, but firm Bruno nsfw where he slowly woos you and then spends a very "eventful" night with you 🖤

Sorry for the wait, I had a ton of distractions while trying to write. Hope this is okay for you!

NSFW 18+

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Going to small, lesser known cafes wasn't really Bruno Buccellati's style, being the leader of a gang and all, but he came here for you.

Three months ago, he was on a small stake-out mission and wound up at the cafe you worked at. He had gotten a table a few booths down from the person he was following; you were his waitress. "Evening, my name is Y/N, could I get you a drink to start?" Bruno didn't look at you right away, his eyes still on the man a few feet away, but when he realized you were standing and talking next to him, he looked up at you; completely taken by your looks. After idle chit chat, he almost forgot about the man he was following. He paid his tab and gave you a quick thank you and goodbye and left.

Since then, Bruno had been coming to you whenever he could; even if it was just for a cup of coffee, he couldn't sit unless he ordered something.

"Bruno!" You greeted when he came through the door; he sat at the counter. "I'm glad to see you're back. Can I get you the usual?"

"Of course." A couple weeks ago, Bruno had told you that he was going on a "little vacation" and wouldn't be around for a while. He kept his profession a secret from you, for now anyways. Someday he would tell you what he really did. He smiled his sweet little smile to you when you handed him his cup. "So, you're glad to see me?"

You couldn't help but smirk, guess you walked into that one. Bruno always flirted with you whenever he came in, giving you compliments with flirtatious tones, resting his chin on his palm as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes. Sometimes he ordered food just for it to sit there untouched while he talked to you. "How was your trip?"

"It was... Interesting." Was all he said, not wanting to elaborate about his previous mission. He took a sip of the coffee you made him, god you knew just how to make it for him. "Listen, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner-

"Hey, waitress!" Shouted a man from a corner booth. He was a semi-regular at the cafe, but he was an incredibly rude man. "We're ready to order!"

Sighing, you excused yourself to tend to the loud man. Bruno turned to stare at his coffee cup.

"Forget it, Buccellati."

Bruno's head shot up and turned to the direction of the sound from where he heard his name. Just in the corner, was the cook, Geno, leaning against the wall next to the door to the kitchen. His eyes narrowed at him. "How do you-"

"Know your name? Ive got people on the inside too. You've been sniffing around here for months after Y/N and each time you've asked her out, she's always swerved you. Isn't it about time you gave up?"

Bruno stared back at the man. Yeah, he had asked you out a few times already, and each time you said you had something else planned. But that never stopped him. He was determined to get at least one date from you. He would have said something in retaliation, but you came back with the order you just took, handing it to the cook and looking very irritated.

"Geno, here is their order. They're the picky guys who come in every so often, can you just make sure they are satisfied with their food?"

"Of course." Geno gave one last look to Bruno before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that, Bruno." You sighed, topping off his coffee, "You were saying something earlier?"

"Um... Yeah, a little bit. I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me."

You smiled bashfully. This was the fourth time Bruno had asked you if you wanted to do something with him, and each time, you said you had other plans. But you didn't. It's not like you didn't like Bruno, because you did, its was that you were too shy to say 'yes'. He had been charming you ever since that night he first showed up. Those deep, blue eyes entrapped you every time they locked with yours, making your heart thump so hard that you thought it would leap straight out of your chest. "Oh, Bruno..."

Bruno bowed his head, knowing that familiar tone you used. "You have plans. Right." His eyes went soft, glosing over with tears he refused to let fall. Maybe Geno was right. Maybe he should give up. He brought up his head slowly and saw Geno staring at him from the little opening where he would pass the servers their orders to carry out. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he placed the money for his coffee on the counter and got up. "Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you around." He made his way out the door.

Each time you did this, you felt bad. Bruno was obviously into you and you were into him. So why couldn't you say 'yes'?

"Y/N," Geno hollered. "Your order is up."

You didn't move; eyes still fixed on the door where Bruno left.

"Y/N! Your order is up! They're going to get rowdy soon if you don't-"

You ran around the counter and out the door, trying to catch up with Bruno. "Bruno!" You huffed when you finally caught up to him.

"Y/N? Whats the matter?"

"Y-Yes."

"Huh?"

"Dinner... I go to dinner with you."

The grin couldn't be contained. He didn't want to ask if you were sure, afraid you would changed your mind after you said it. "Wonderful!" He pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote on it. When he handed it to you, he let his fingers linger on yours. "See you then."

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Is this really the spot? You asked yourself. Sitting in your car, you looked at the piece of paper with the address Bruno had written down for you yesterday. You expected to meet him at a resturaunt, but here you are, parked in front of a house.

You had already been nervous about the date; almost deciding not to show up at all. But you steeled your nerves, dressing up in a cute skirt- not too short, but not too long either. Your shirt fit you just right. Your hair did up the way you wanted. You looked good. Standing at the door, you weren't sure if you should knock or ring the doorbell. Mentally slapping yourself, you rang the doorbell, sighing with relief when Bruno answered the door- you had the right place.

Bruno smiled widely when he saw you. "You made it. Come in." He moved out of the way so you could enter.

Shyly, you walked inside. His house was gorgeous and very well decorated. Your wandering eyes fell to the dining room table. It was set very romantically with a white table cloth, lit candles with wine and wine glasses in the middle. Bruno had went out of his way to set everything just perfect for you, you felt a little guilty for even thinking about skipping the date. "Bruno, this looks amazing."

Bruno was happy to hear that you liked it. "I thought it would be nice to have a quiet dinner together." He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. "You look wonderful." You blushed hard. His touch was so gentle. He guided you to the table and sat you down in a chair. A moment later, he brought you back a plate full of the food he prepared. "Thank you, Bruno. It looks delicious."

The evening was very pleasant. The two of you had a lovely time catching up from the last two weeks while he was gone. The food was great, he really knew how to cook.

You were having a really good time, then you noticed that Bruno was sitting next to you a little bit closer than he was earlier. His hand rested atop of yours, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. You could tell what he was feeling; you knew he had a crush on you for awhile. And you had one on him too, but you were just too shy to be as bold as him. "Bruno..."

"I'm sorry, cara," He started to pull his hand back. "I'm being too forward."

At the last second, you grabbed his hand before it left yours, lacing your fingers with his. "No, I'm sorry. I know how strongly you feel about me, and I feel the same way, I just don't know how to-"

Very softly, Bruno cut you off with a tender kiss; his breath hitting your lips, sending shivers through your body. Once you processed what was happening, you quickly melted into the kiss, giving your own back. Bruno's free hand slid onto your thigh, rubbing the hem of your skirt between his fingers. That caused you to form a knot in your waist.

Your mind started to cloud. Was it the wine or Bruno's intoxicating kisses that was causing this feeling? Probably a mixture of both. His hand dared to slide up farther, brushing against your panties, making your breath hitch. Soon, he moved them to the side and shoved a single finger between your increasingly wet folds.

Bruno started with a slow rub over your clit, making you grab the seat of your chair, moaning at the pleasure you were being given. "O-Oh..." His hand pulled away, making you whimper with disappointment. "No, Bruno... Dont stop."

His kisses moved to your neck; his tongue running over your skin in small licks. "I don't plan on stopping, amore." He stood, pulling you up with him and cleared a part of the table, laying you on top of it. He leaned over you, running his hands up and down your sides as he kissed you deeply. Your hips arched into him, grinding against his thigh that he placed between your legs.

Unbuttoning his shirt, you discarded it but left the lace he wore underneath it-he was pretty hot in that thing. He removed your shirt as well, unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room. He took a moment to look at you before he latched onto a nipple, softly running his tongue around it.

Next was the pants. Your hands reached down, unzipping them and freeing his ridiculously hard cock. Bruno straighten up and pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, pulling down your skirt and panties and wrapped your legs around his waist, lining up with your entrance. He scanned your face, looking for any indication to halt his actions, but found none.

Slowly, and gently, he slid inside; your walls adjusting to his member. You could feel the care he had for you with each inch you took; he didn't want to hurt you in anyway. Once all of him was in, he gave you a moment before starting a rhythm, pulling out slowly and then back inside. "Are you alright, my love?"

"Y-Yes..." You huffed, wanting more as the knot in your waist grew tighter. "B-Bruno... Faster..."

His hands gripped your bottom, lifting you up to penetrate you at a better angle. He started thrusting faster...faster...faster...

The table shook with your movements as he pounded into you harder. The plates and glasses eventually made their way off of the surface, smashing into the floor. Bruno didn't care, he could always get more. Right now, all he wanted was you.

Leaning back down over you, he breathed into your ear as he continued to fuck you. "I'm so close, tesoro."

"Me too. Ah... Ah...keep...go-ing...!"

You couldn't help but let out a pleasurable scream as your orgasm waved over you. Bruno pushed into your pussy and chased your orgasm with his, filling you right up with his seed.

Coming down from your highs, Bruno's face hovered over yours, pushing sweat soaked hair from your face with his hand. He didn't really have any words, but smiled when you smiled at him. Cute little kisses where shared as he pulled out of you, using a napkin to help clean you up.

Standing in the middle of his dining room, naked, he pulled you into him and embraced you. "I'm so happy when I'm around you, Y/N. And what we just did..." He was in heaven.

Playing with the lace sticking to his skin, you felt the same as him. "I-It doesn't have to end here, does it?"

Bruno looked down at you, eyes softly staring into yours. "If you don't want it to. We can keep going for as long as you wish."

Another shot of excitement ran through your veins. You were definitely interested in spending the night with Bruno. He took your hand and brought you to his room.

This was where the night would really take off...

[criscura]

Here we are. This is it.

I don’t like talking that much about...y’know, stuff like this before, but I think it’s worth it for this guy. After three years, almost 500,000 words, and stacks and stacks and stacks of paper, we’re at the end of Tumbling Down.

I’ve learned an incredible amount writing it. I’ve grown as a person and a writer. So much of me and my loved ones and everyone I talk to has gone into making this, and I can’t really explain how much it’s done for me.

Thank you so, so, so, so, SO MUCH to all the artists, writers, fans, and readers that stuck with me. Thank you so much.

.........Okay that’s all ////// I get flustered with stuff like that....

A shout-out to @oil-tears and this incredible prompt, which started this entire fucking thing and got me writing again. And a shout-out to the whole fandom, too.

If you do not listen to “Book of Love” as you’re reading this, or at LEAST right after you finish it, I will be very sad because I’ve lost count of how many times I bust out ugly crying thinking about this fic and that song.

Here’s the last chapter, and the whole thing on AO3. ((You might want to read the first chapter too. Just...a suggestion))

....Thank you so much guys <3<3<3<3<3<3

Pillow Talk

    Takeout, again. It was killing Saitama to order out this much, but there weren’t any stores running good sales and all they had left in the fridge were odds and ends. They probably should’ve gone out to get fresh stuff, but…man, Saitama had been starving and that would’ve taken a couple hours.

    “Sensei, Good BuyZ is running a ‘Summer Savings’ sale on Friday.”

    “Oh yeah?” They must have posted the promo today, Saitama hadn’t seen it before. He fiddled with his bowl of noodles, thinking through the week. Today was Wednesday, so…if they used up the leftovers tomorrow, they’d be covered until Friday… “Sounds good! We’ll check it out.”

    Genos nodded and went back to studying a notebook laid out next to his curry chicken. He’d drawn a little diagram of the two of them in there. The dumb faces he put on his sketches always made Saitama laugh—he got oval eyes and a circle for a mouth (if he was lucky), and all Genos scratched in for himself were two angry black boxes. The way he kept on stopping before he wrote, though, made Saitama wonder if he wasn’t looking through his recordings…

    Ah, well. He could ask what videos he was using later. For now he poked his cyborg’s arm. “Aren’t you hungry?” He had an event with HAATO today and then immediately called up Kuseno when he got home. He must’ve been running on empty by this point. “I know how you get when you’re busy. C’mon, dig in.”

    Genos pouted back at Saitama, the same way he always did when his sensei called him out. “I will be fine, Sensei. My reserves are more than enough to sustain me for long after my primary power runs out, but that isn’t a risk because I have plenty to last me for several more hours—”

    Saitama raised an eyebrow, and his husband pouted harder.

    “…But I suppose I should eat something, just in case.”

    “Mm,” he answered, “Don’t want to fall asleep for movie night, right? Besides, you gotta take care of yourself, kid.”

    “I do…although Sensei already takes quite good care of me.”

    God was he corny. Saitama shook his head and looked back to his notebook, wondering what he was plotting out in there. He started sketching when he was on the phone with Kuseno, so… “Is that what were you talking about earlier? With the doc, I mean. Is it for new parts?”

    A tiny hiss came from Genos’ shoulders as he nodded, biting into a hunk of chicken. He dabbed away some of the sauce with a napkin and scribbled in another note.

    Saitama tried to imagine what kind of upgrade it could be. He didn’t see anything different the last time he was in the lab…but then again, it was hard to tell one pile of wires, gears, and chips apart from another pile of wires, gears, and chips. It must’ve had to do with the list of pros and cons Genos was writing, and the arrows pointing at his face, his neck, his palms, his feet… What did any of those have in common? They were all pretty different…except… “Is it for your skin? Is Kuseno working on a new kind?”

    The boy glanced up and bit his lip. Sensei liked hearing about his upgrades, and normally Genos was more than happy to explain it to him, but…discussing this one, when they hadn’t even begun the process yet… “Y-yes, Sensei. It would be, ah…slip-on covers, ideally, a bit like gloves and stockings, that would make my armor safer for more…more vulnerable bodies…”

    Saitama straightened up right away. “O-oh? Really?”

    The low din of fans kicked in, filling the room with a familiar hum. He hadn’t thought about it before, but…guess it was pretty easy for things to get pinched at Genos’ shoulder and elbow, huh? Especially if he was…holding them there… Saitama swallowed back the butterflies that image gave him and touched Genos’ hand. “Do you need help? Thinking it over, I mean. …If I can.”

    Genos sat quiet for a moment. His vents sure did get louder though. “Saitama-sensei,” he trailed, “If…you could tell me which you think would be best, of these…”

    Saitama craned his neck to see the whole page. “Uh… Which would be softest?”

    There was a creak as Genos pushed away from the edge and skootched over to Saitama’s side of the table, notebook in tow. He plopped himself cross-legged next to his hero and opened it in front of him. “More, Sensei, which would be most comfortable for an—an i-infant. Should we end up…um… Do you think the warmth of my skin is most important, or the padding from my palms and feet…”

    “Okay,” Saitama breathed, taking it in his hands. Genos was so fucking cute when he got nervous (not that Saitama didn’t get why). He cooled his head enough to scan the diagrams and immediately realized how bad he was at visualizing things. “Can I, uh…” He lifted his arm, waiting for Genos to look over at him.

    The boy nodded and Saitama slid his hand across his cheek, smiling when Genos leaned into it. He was such a dork… Saitama was too though, ‘cause it still gave him flutters when Genos did stuff like that. They were married for frick’s sake, he needed to get his act together.

    He moved his hand without thinking and tried to compare what the rest of Genos’ body felt like. It’s not like all his other squishy parts weren’t soft too, they were just soft in a different way. The skin on his face was velvety, and firm, and warm… Not quite as warm as the rest of him, but enough to feel nice…

    Saitama glanced up at his disciple’s eyes and saw the telltale flicker of numbers in his iris. He gave a soft laugh. “Are you recording me…?”

    “Perhaps, Sensei,” he admitted. “…My husband is very handsome when he’s focused.”

    The man shook his head and ignored the ticking counter, trying not to get self-conscious. He wrapped a hand around Genos’ and compared it to his face. The fleshy skin was softer, that wasn’t a question, but his palms were like tiny pillows… He ran his fingers down Genos’ cheek and chin and nose, weighing, deciding. He might’ve been getting a little distracted too, if he was being honest. The kid’s skin was really soft, and his eyelashes were so long, and he could land a permanent gig at any modeling agency he interviewed at because he was so damned jaw-dropping…

    Saitama snapped to and felt along Genos’ hand, going from wrist to fingertip and back down to the knuckle. He couldn’t help but linger over the itty-bitty words over his ring finger though. Genos didn’t say anything, the same way he didn’t say anything as Saitama pressed his thumb over his lips. He must’ve had the nicest lips in the whole world, what with them being all plush like that. No one could come close. Saitama’d kissed them more than a billion times by now and he’d never get over how pouty and smooth and—

    He jumped, caught off-guard by those same lips pressed up against his own. Only then did he notice how far he’d leaned in, and the sly little smirk painted across his disciple’s face. Had Genos just been watching him come close…?

    …Saitama’s cheeks blazed, and he didn’t know why. It’s not like he wasn’t used to Genos being a total brat when it came to stuff like that. He knew every one of Saitama’s buttons and he played them like a PS2 controller. But nevermind! Forget all that, Saitama had to focus, he needed to figure out what would be best for a b…baby…and stop thinking about Genos’ perfect skin and his pillowy lips and his pretty, gold hair…

    Saitama hung his head. “They’re all really good,” he said, mumbling over the buzz of Genos’ core. “I think Kuseno could make something out of any of it.”

    “He could, I do not doubt that, but…I’m unsure which to suggest first. They all have their benefits and drawbacks.”

    “…What about,” Saitama drawled, desperate to offer something worthwhile, “Some padding?” Genos sat there, tipping his head, waiting for him to continue. God did Saitama wish he was smarter. “Y’know…cushioning, or fluff, so…their head has something nice to lay on.” He took a slow breath. “I’m sure he could blend them fine. I mean, your throat and tongue and all that is just fixed up skin, isn’t it? So it would work.”

    Genos batted his eyelashes in a way that meant danger. “I hadn’t thought of it that way…though I suppose Sensei would know far better than me how both of those feel.”

    Saitama muttered a bashful “brat” and they sat, daring the other to go on, knowing they were both feeling that same giddiness, that same heat…

    “Genos,” Saitama mumbled, fiddling with the edge of his chestplate.

    It took a second for Genos to respond. “We will look at it with fresher minds in the morning, Sensei,” was all he said. Then he stood up, walked out onto the balcony, and closed the door behind him so the warm air didn’t rush in as he fished their bedding off the drying line.

    Saitama watched him through the glass, fixed on his silhouette moving against the dark sky. Saitama probably should’ve been laying out their futon right now, but…he couldn’t. There was something hypnotic about seeing Genos there, and he couldn’t pull away.

    He tried to figure out what it was. It had to do with the shimmer of the moonlight, and how gently his fingers moved, and the way his armor caught the stars… It was like he was casting a spell out there, almost.

    …Geeze, all the kid was doing was unpinning laundry and Saitama felt like he was watching Cinderella transform into a princess. It was ridiculous. It happened every time he ogled Genos for too long and it was ridiculous. He could be folding clothes, typing emails, paying a cashier…it didn’t matter. The feeling hit Saitama all the time and he could never explain himself when he was caught staring.

    …Just like when Genos came back inside. Saitama didn’t have a chance to whip his face away before Genos made eye contact, and he knew immediately. All he did was smile back at him though, and look at the blankets on his arm, and pat out their wrinkles.

    “Sensei, do you want me to save the leftovers?”

    Sensei fumbled with his drawstrings, hiding the red in his cheeks.

    “I can use them to make a stir-fry tomorrow.”

    “Uh… Sure, Genos. Go ahead.”

    Trailing smugness and a gentle buzz, Genos laid the sheets down and gathered up all the dishes. Saitama moved to help but he was waved off. In no time flat their lunches were made and packed away, perfect little bentos appearing on the counter like…well, like magic.

    Saitama kept on watching as he washed the dishes. He must’ve been a little bit magic, to do all the things he did. To be as amazing as he was. Saitama thought so, at least.

    Genos glanced up at the picture of them hanging in the kitchen and picked up the “I do” mug. He started humming to himself as he rinsed it.

    …Yeah. That was undeniably, positively it. Magic. That was all it could be. There were all sorts of magic, after all—hypnotizing someone, making things disappear…true love’s first kiss…

    Genos peeked at his husband and back to the sink, scrubbing motions slowing.

    There were a lot of magical things out there.

    “Sensei,” blondie called, “Do you want to begin loading Chobits while I dry the dishes?”

    ...And now that he thought about it, “happily ever after” was pretty magical too.

    “Yeah… Yeah, sure Genos. Sounds good.”

    He reached over and pulled the DVD off the tower. A stack of papers came tumbling down after it, one of them a packet from the HA about their adoption program. Bang had given it to them a week ago, saying they might be interested, but they never figured out how he knew. It’s not like they talked about it with anyone other than Kuseno…

    Saitama put down the DVD for a second and flipped to the page where he left off reading. It was tough for him to concentrate with how hard his heart was thumping inside his chest.

[leelee10898]

Batter up!

In light of Opening day, and riding on the high of my teams win! I decided to do a litttle one shot. I used the Prompt sent from @annekebbphotography for Leo x Alicia "What if we get caught?" "Even better."

This is from the CGW(cordonians gone wild) AU. A collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Read our other adventures HERE.

Pairings: cgw couples (Squad)

Warnings: Mature. Language and Sexual situations.

“I can't believe you guys are really not going to sit in the suite with us.” Anitah sighed as they pulled up to the private entrance of the ball field. “ah no way. Its opening day, we got killer seats and we're playing the Braves. I wanna be down in the crowd for that. ” Alicia beamed, practically jumping out of her seat. “You're lucky we're even here Rhys. If it wasn't your turn to choose I wouldn't be caught dead here.” Genevieve rolled her eyes. Anitah and Pam both agreeing with her.

“Well, I say a day of drinking, eating delicious food and hot baseball butts is a win in my book.” Stef spoke up. “hell yeah!” Alicia slapped her five. “Well, I think it will be fun.” Liam grinned as he kissed Anitah on the cheek. “Free whiskey is what im here for. I'd rather be on the lake fishing.” Drake groaned. “Do they really have a donut burger here?” Leo asked “Yeah, new this year.” Alicia squeezed his leg. “That sounds disgusting.” Pam gagged. “Speak for yourself Pammy. Were so trying that right Maverick?” leo nodded in agreement. “Looks like this is our stop.”Rashad motioned to the window.

The climbed out of the limousine, Liam, Anitah. Drake,Pam, Genevieve and rashad all heading towards the elevator to reach the suite.  Leo, Alicia, Stef and Max made their way towards the back stairwell to their seats. Before the elevator door closed Anitah shouted “Enjoy the beating your teams gonna get.” she winked.  

“Don't get beat up in that Yankees jersey, Queenie.” Alicia smirked.

The four climbed the stairs before finding their seats. Front row, 1st base right behind the dugout. “Baby these are great seats.” Leo smirked as he sat down. “yeah Tigerlily. We can practically touch the players.” Maxwell danced in his seat. “Pretty sure touching is a no no, but, just watch out for a giant green belly in your face.”

“A what?” Stephanie whipped her head around “I don't know much about baseball, but i'm pretty sure giant green bellies are not apart of it.”

Alicia laughed. “I'm talking about the Phanatic. Giant sized Green, ah, mascot. Hes wild, he's crazy, hes spunky. He's just A Lot of fun.”

“So he's basically Maxwell in Alien form?”

Stef could practically feel the giant sized grin forming on her husbands face, behind her back. “No. We can not take him home.”

“But red, hear me out.”

Meanwhile up in the suite. A killer buffet of laid out before them seafoods, chicken, steak, sides and desserts.  As far as a fully stocked bar, all inclusive with their suite. The view of the park below them. Drake, Liam and Rashad sat against the window watching the game below them. Genevieve,  Anitah and Pam all refusing to watch, sipped on their cocktails chatting about anything but the game. “Oh look, what's that green thing down there?” Rashad pressed his face to the glass.

“The fanatic.” the ladies said in unison

“Is he riding a ATV?” Rashad pressed his face closer to the glass, leaving a smudge mark. “Hes dancing, so is everyone else. They look like they're having fun.”

Genevieve arched her brow “Rashad, do you want to go down there and stand behind enemy lines?”

“N, no. Of course not sweetheart.”

The ladies went about their conversation and Drake and Liam continued watching the game. Drake got up to get a refill of scotch “Ahhh where did Rashad go?”

Maxwell watched as the Phanatic speed out onto the field on this 4 wheeler. Pumping his hand in the air. He hopped off shaking his but and dancing.  “Oh. My. God. Hes.. he's my spirit animal.”

“Yeah he is. Just wait til he stands on the dugout,  then the real fun beings.” Alicia shouted. “Ok so, these burgers are weird, but kind of good.” Leo took a careful bite of the donut burger. “Itf amafing weo. Weally gud.” Max spoke with his mouth full of food.  “Maxie, you look like evie when she eats spaghetti. That's where she gets the wear it not eat it from.” Stephanie giggled as maxwell gave her a sloppy, full mouth grin.

“You know, citizens bank park was built so you could see the field from anywhere. We don't have to stay in out seats the whole time.” Alicia mentioned as Leo gave her a wicked grin. The four decided to get up stretching their legs. Leo grabbed Alicia pulling her down into a gated area. “Where are we going?” Alicia questioned.  

“someplace quiet.” Leo whispered as he led her through the tunnel.  Alicia's eyes reading staff only. And then another for locker room.

“Leo, I don't think were allowed down her. That's the team's locker room.” He smirked as he kept pulling her farther down the hall, and into the room pushing her against the wall. His hands exploring every inch of her body,  his lips capturing hers in a feverish kiss.

"Maybe we should find someplace else." She suggested. He shook his head "No. Here's fine." His lips finding hers again.

“What if we get caught?” She breathed out.

“Even better.” He smirked as his fingers worked to unbutton her shorts.

“Where the fuck did he get off to? How the hell are we supposed to find him here?” Genevieve seethed as her, pam, Anitah, Drake and Liam maneuvered through the crowds.

“Damn, I know we ate upstairs but, that barbecue smells good.” Drake sniffed the air as the smoke filled his senses.

“Yeah, I would like to try one of those cheesesteaks too.” Liam salivated.

“Ok, while you guys eat again, we will keep looking for Rashad.” they searched high and low, but no sign of Rashad. “Didn't Alicia say  they were seated on the 1st base side?” Pam questioned. “Yeah, by the dugout, why?” Anitah replied, frustrated. “Well, maybe one of them have seen him.”

The ladies sent Drake and Liam a text telling them where they would be. And made their way over. They peered over the railing trying to get a glimpse of one of their friends when wham.  Someone ran right into Anitah. “Ouch, what the fu.” she stopped immediately cocking her head to the side. “shit, sorry. Oh.” Anitha looked over at Alicia and Leo and the restricted sign on the gate they had just come out of. “What are you two up to?”

“nothing.” Alicia avoided eye contact, her disheveled clothing and hair told her all she needed to know. “Really guys? At the game?”

“What? It was on our kinky bucket list.” Leo chuckled as Alicia playfully slapped him.

“God, enough of this. Hey horny and hornier, you seen my husband?” Genevieve snapped.  

“Nope, but maybe Stef and Max have.” Leo told her.

The three went back and forth, trying to figure out a location he could be.

“Ah guys.” Anitah said. Trying to get there attention, they continued to talk.

“Guys.” Anitah said a little louder. Still not able to get their attention.  

“GUYS!” She shouted as they turned to look at her.

“Found Rashad.” She pointed down to the Phillies dugout. There was Maxwell and rashad dancing with the Phanatic. Both of their faces painted red with a large white P smack dab in the middle of their face. Rashad had his shirt off, as he shook his butt to the music.  Maxwell also shirtless but donned a long red white and blue Phillies cape, as he pop and locked along with the green furry mascot.

Genevieve's hand flew over her mouth.  The others laughed hysterically. Stephanie stood in the aisle recording the whole thing. Laughing hysterically.  “Looks like Rashad made a new friend.” Alicia giggled. “This is going on YouTube.” Anitah busted out laughing.

“How much did he have to drink?” Pam giggled. Genevieve shot Alicia a look. “Never again Alicia.”

Just then the Phillies won the game. The crowd cheered and Genevieve collected an inebriated Rashad. Drake and Liam ate themselves into a food coma, pam and Anitah having to help them to the Limo. Stephanie had to buy Two Phanatic stuffed animals.  One for Evie, the other for Max. Alicia and Leo were the last to head to the limo.

“Did you have a good opening day love?”

“The best ever. We had sex in the Phillies locker room, maxwell and Rashad got drunk and danced with the Phanatic.  Liam and Drake love philly food. But the best part.. The Phillies beat the Braves.” Leo leaned in kissing her cheek. “Let's go get some cheese steaks.” Alicia suggested as they headed towards the exit. “Genos or pats? He arched his brow.

“Both!” They answered simultaneously.

Happy opening day! Pay ball!

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[excellynt]

Multiverse Sans [v1.4.2] (Updated 5/17/2019)

Hello! Welcome to ukagaka ghost Multiverse Sans v1.4.2! *Earlier versions can still Network Update for the latest patch.

(download latest ghost .nar) (download balloon .nar)

Install the custom Sans & Papyrus Font balloon before booting up MVSans and he’ll automatically use the correct one!

Ghost Installation Instructions

What is an ukagaka ghost? A ghost is a character who lives on your desktop and talks to you, and has various levels of interactivity. MVSans is effectively an AI, with visual novel aspects involving Papyrus phone calls. He recognizes other ghosts (mostly Undertale ukagaka) and will occasionally comment on them or have a special event. 

Check the Dev Plan for future updates. Make sure to run Network Updates regularly for smaller frequent patches! Dev builds might be a little wonky but you'll be notified upon download what to look out for.

Features:

Many ghost developers are satisfied to give their ghost a shell and some random dialogue and call it a day. That’s not me. MVSans is not designed as a passive ghost, though he has enough dialogue to fill that role if it’s all you want. He’s programmed to learn and have feelings and opinions about you, depending on how you treat him. Once he gets to know you, his demeanor and conversations will change accordingly. He gets very salty when you ruin his knock-knock jokes and will even counter-troll YOU if ya keep it up. In the future he may notice and comment on sudden changes in your behavior. See Player Traits section for details.

MVSans’ dialogue has a robust architecture that modifies even the most common phrases into a slightly different message every time, just like a real person’s conversation. Since multiple AUs are supported, care has been taken to acknowledge the dialect and lexicon differences of each universe. Unlike classic and geno Sans, UF!Sans likes mustard, swearing, and refers to Paps as Boss. The differences run much deeper than these examples, check this dialect comparison:

↑ That’s the same line of dialogue, different dialect.

Clothing:

MVSans currently has three “Clothing” items. A Sansta hat, the Dapperblook hat, and an unlockable tongue. The tongue's an optional piece because not everyone wants their skele to have a tongue. The Dapperblook hat was an April Fools Day exclusive event reward. 

Shells:

Multiverse Sans has 5 AUs and 6 shells supported. You can change shells via his Options Menu or the right-click menu. Multiverse Sans aims to support as many AUs as possibly. View this post for information on shell submission guidelines, and a poll to vote on the next shell's AU.

Hitboxes:

MVSans has 4 hitboxes with 3 types of interactions; Double-clicks, rubbing the pointer, and mousewheel. Double-clicking on a non-hitbox will pull up his Main Menu. 

Head - Stroke his head repeatedly to pet him. * skeles love pets! 

Face - It’s rude to put your fingers in someone’s face holes.  * no booping either, bucko.

Ribs - Tickling is good silly fun, but not too much!  * i need to breathe too, kid.

Bonezone - That’s a private place, ya pervs.  * sorry pal, bonezone’s closed. 

↓Tickling messages escalate as he approaches his limit! 

↑ Give him a sec to breathe!

Main Menu: 

Open the main menu by double-clicking a non-hitbox zone. The first 1-2 options prompt his standard random dialogue. You can ask for a knock-knock joke, or a thinly veiled threat from the BudTime Generator. Ruining his knock-knock jokes makes him salty!

BudTime Generator  Based on the hilarious “hey there buddy chum pal” meme, Sans will generate a whole randomized paragraph of glorious passive-aggressive threat dialogue for you. There are over 200 variants on “crummy juncture”/”bad time” alone!

Self-Care Advice Having a bad day? Tell Sans what’s on your mind and he’ll try to cheer you up. This feature is courtesy of @huskalis and their Geno Sans ukagaka that I used as the base for MVSans. 

Compliment and Thank Sans  Tell Sans he’s cute, and thank him for all his hard work sitting on your desktop. These functions are courtesy of @characteroulette via their Sans & Papyrus duo ghost, one of my favorite ghosts to this day.

User Config, Sans Options, System Functions  Check status and adjust settings for yourself and Sans. Check email, run updates, and User Reports from Functions. 

User Reports: 

 Once they’re unlocked, you’ll be able to screenshot a set of menus and send them to me to give me information on how people play with MVSans, since I have no idea how most people use him. Getting this information is important for balancing the weight of actions for determining Player Traits!

Player Traits & Sans Mood/Relationship: 

The way you interact with Sans affects your Player Traits, which are stats that describe what Sans thinks of you as a person. You can check your dominant and secondary traits under the User Config menu. Player Traits include: Sweet, Rude, Silly, Naughty. This post has more detailed information on these stats. 

Player Traits:

Sweet - If you treat him nicely (mainly through pets, and confiding your worries in him), he’ll comment about how sweet you are and that you deserve hugs and other kind things. Rude - If you poke him in the eyes, tickle him beyond what he’s comfortable, repeatedly ruin his jokes, and other impolite things, he’ll consider you pretty rude and be equally irritable with you. He’s likely to drop lowkey death threats and other dark humor. Silly - Tickling him and asking for jokes a lot tells him you’re very silly, and since you’re so goofy he’ll share some jokes he saves only for his best audiences. Naughty - If you keep going after the bonezone, or barrage him with pickup lines, he’ll consider you pretty naughty and tell you as such. He’ll tell you dirty jokes you wouldn’t otherwise hear, since your mind is apparently in the gutter already.

Sans’ Feelings Stats

Affection (Sweet) – How much Sans cares for you, on a platonic level. —Against his better judgement, he’s started to care about you.

Enmity (Rude) – How upset Sans is with you, or how much of your shit he’s willing to put up with. Contributes to “Bad Mood.”  —Under other circumstances, this human would be having a Very Bad Time.

Humor (Silly) – How entertained Sans is, affects likelihood of pranks and jokes. Contributes to “Good Mood.” —Is he actually having fun, or is he just humoring you?

Amour (Naughty) – How boldly romantic or lewd Sans may feel toward you. (The nature of his attraction varies by traits and Affection stat)  —Papyrus may be onto something with that “secret datemate” idea. 

Your relationship with Sans determines your progression in unlocking content not specific to Traits such as the Papyrus phone calls. Sans’ mood depends on a number of variables, particularly recent interactions. You can check how he’s feeling under the Sans Options menu. 

Installation: 

If you’ve never used a ghost before, you’ll need software first. I recommend using SSP. Ghost guru @zarla-s​ has a great guide written on installing ghosts, and their Gaster ghost is awesome. I highly recommend downloading it.

(download latest ghost .nar) 

(download latest ghost .zip)

Install the custom Sans & Papyrus Font balloon before booting up MVSans and he’ll automatically use the correct one!

(download balloon .nar)

(download balloon .zip)

To install, just drag the .nar or .zip files onto an existing ghost’s face. Right-click to Call Ghost and select him. 

Join the Ukagaka Dream Team Discord if you wanna talk about ukagaka and Undertale!

Credits 

(aka dear god Ukagaka credits are a friggin spiderweb of sources)

Sans himself belongs to Toby Fox’s @undertale obviously. Additionally, all audio assets are pulled straight from the game. 

@zarla-s is behind PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING UKAGAKA. The core templates, tutorials, and much inspiration is from this talented individual. She created the black Undertale themed balloons that I modified to be proper fonts for Sans & Paps that MVSans uses.  

@gr33nbeen made the original sans ghost, which was based on @zarla-s ghost template. I edited him to have pink slippers and be shirtless. 

My coding started from the Geno Sans ghost by @huskalis which was in turn based on @gr33nbeen Sans ghost. Geno Sans is from @loverofpiggies‘s AfterTale comics. 

I swiped some dialogue (with permission) from @characteroulette‘s Sans & Papyrus duo, which is the Sans of @gr33nbeen and the Papyrus of @cuddlyhawk. It’s @characteroulette‘s fault that MVSans exists because I loved these guys so much I had to make a balloon to give both of them their appropriate font, and then I decided to make my own lil ghostie after having so much fun digging in the code. 

***Up-To-Date Shell Credits maintained at the bottom of this post.*** 

[airlock]

I’ve been seeing some fun and interesting speculation about who else could be echo fighters in the new Smash and decided to get completely nerd sniped- I mean, try my hand at something challenging: coming up with the entire echo roster

commas indicate “or”; I’m not tryna to flood this with echoes, aside from the 60-odd I’m suggesting-

1e (Mario) - Metal Mario, Paper Mario

2e (Donkey Kong) - Funky Kong, Cranky Kong

3e (Link) - Dark Link, Ghirahim, Mikau

[Dark Samus already in]

5e (Yoshi) - Woolly Yoshi, TTYD Yoshi, Boshi (beating Geno to the SMRPG rep, hilariously)

6e (Kirby) - also Kirby but different copy powers? eh, someone who actually goes there would probably have an idea

7e (Fox) - Krystal

8e (Pikachu) - Raichu, Alolan Raichu (100% wishful thinking on my part but I a m b e g g i n g y o u)... or Eevee I guess but ugh

9e (Luigi) - Mr. L, Waluigi (AH GO ASSIST YOURSELF, BAH, WALLELUJAH)

10e (Ness) - Ninten

11e (Captain Falcon) - Blood Hawk, Black Shadow (I think those are their names at least?)

12e (Jigglypuff) - Clefairy, Marill, Togepi, Cosmog, why so many pokémon good sphere

[Daisy already in]

14e (Bowser) - Wart? Cackletta? I dunno, I have a lingering feeling I’m sleeping on a really good idea here

15e (Ice Climbers) - it’s very early for this but I have to admit I’m rightfully stumped

16e (Sheik) - Impa

17e (Zelda) - what was the name of that purple zelda from A Link Between Worlds? might as well be that one, since we’re doing that Zelda

18e (Doctor Mario) - my memory’s real hazy on whether there’s genuinely been a Doctor Luigi or a Nurse Peach but if there’s been any of those then sure why not. or maybe Dr. Crygor? there’s a weird indirect line from Dr. Mario to WarioWare anyway...

19e (Pichu) - Pachirisu, Emolga, Dedenne, Riolu, Magby... look, I know I’m not throwing out any winners here, but it’s not as if Pichu is one-

20e (Falco) - Slippy, Peppy, General Pepper

[Lucina already in]

22e (Young Link) - Skull Kid I guess?

23e (Ganondorf) - Zant, Darunia, I guess Ghirahim could also go here

24e (Mewtwo) - Zoroark, Poipole, Mew

[Chrom already in]

26e (Mr. Game & Watch) - someone who’s really old think of something

27e (Meta Knight) - Bandana Waddle Dee I guess

[Dark Pit already in]

29e (Zero Suit Samus) - ... Zero Suit Dark Samus? har

30e (Wario) - I’m completely out of my mind here but hear me out: Mona

31e (Snake) - Raiden, Naked Snake, Venom Snake would be the obvious answers, but... it could honestly be any of the other billion gunslingers in the series? Liquid Snake, Revolver Ocelot, EVA, you name it really

32e (Ike) - Black Knight, Hector

33~35e (Pokémon Trainer) - Rival (note all the following echoes having a type advantage on their original!)

33e (Squirtle) - Treecko, Snivy, Chespin, Rowlet

34e (Ivysaur) - Quilava, Torracat

35e (Charizard) - Swampert, Feraligatr, Samurott, Empoleon

36e (Diddy Kong) - Dixie Kong

37e (Lucas) - I think he had a similar-looking brother with some tragic shit going on I guess? that or Kumatora, ignoring that she’s on his final smash now

38e (Sonic) - Shadow, or any of the other billion characters with roughly the same body shape as Sonic in the entire franchise

39e (King Dedede) - I have a vague feeling that there’s at least one boss that would work there but again, I don’t go there

40e (Olimar) - eh, I guess Alph kinda counts already

41e (Lucario) - Lycanroc, Blaziken, Lopunny

42e (R.O.B.) - something that actually sold whatsoever-

43e (Toon Link) - his grandma

44e (Wolf) - if any of his cronies actually stick to the minds of people who go there it can be that one I guess

45e (Villager) - hmmmmm, I don’t go there and I don’t have the foggiest, least of all with Isabelle confirmed as semi-clone instead of echo

46e (Mega Man) - Roll

47e (Wii Fit Trainer) - Wii UnFit Trainer! training you to become more sedentary!

48e (Rosalina & Luma) - I have a feeling that you can hilariously adapt their mechanics to something completely different in the mario verse but I’m drawing a blank as to what exactly that’d be

49e (Little Mac) - Glass Joe, Super Macho Man, Mr. Sandman, pretty much any of the Punch-Out!! fighters who aren’t giga-heavyweights (and even some who are) could work really

50e (Greninja) - Sceptile (again more wishful thinking than much anything but P L E A  S E)

51~53e (Mii Fighters) - mii fighters but EVIL

54e (Palutena) - Viridi, Medusa

55e (Pac-Man) - Ms. Pac-Man

56e (Robin) - Celica

57e (Shulk) - please god let it be anything other than people from the new xenoblade

58e (Bowser Jr.) - besides all the koopalings, well... the fortress turtle? I dunno, I’m getting that same feeling I had with Bowser

59e (Duck Hunt) - banjo-kazooie of course-

60e (Ryu) - Ken

61e (Cloud) - someone who goes there can mentally fill in their favourite other FF protag I guess

62e (Corrin) - corn but on the cob-

63e (Bayonetta) - I go there even less than I’ve ever gone to any of the other franchises that I don’t go to here, I have a perfect 0 idea

64e (Inkling) - Octoling

65e (Ridley) - first thought is Meta Ridley but he’s already in as an alt costume, hmmmmmmmm

[Richter already in]

67e (King K. Rool) - could be a boss from one of the more recent DKCs but my memory’s foggy on those, hmmmm... or maybe KAOS somehow?

68e (Isabelle) - see Villager, although I guess she has a brother or something at least?

watch some part or another of this become hilarious by the time of the next smash news I guess