#hope everyone has a spiffy day

[moneyisthebestlawyerinh3ll]

Today is a good day to be perceived 🙌

[risingsouls]

[Oh yeah. New chapter. I’ll try to condense this all down to one post and be concise over my usual multi-post mess, so all of my ramblings are under the cut.]

[Starting off with some fun humor:

Man, Krillin. Come on. These guys are just trying to live their lives as Frankenstein monster zompies. Leave em alone. I guess it really is ACAB out there...

All jokes aside, I would love Toyotaro’s/Toriyama’s humor more if it was down this route all the time. Miss me with all the sexist and fan service-y shit plz.

Wait. Krillin. You’re in West City. Your badge says SCPD which I imagine stands for SCPD. Aren’t you out of your jurisdiction? #defundthepolice yeesh.

HE PULLED HIS FUCKING GUN ON THEM. GOOD GRIEF KRILLIN FUCKING CHILL. Bad cop Krillin. I can’t believe this.

Gamer Goten still using Nimbus is so far the best thing about this chapter. :’3

The practically cousins bit is cute. But lmao does everyone just simp over Trunks? Trunks is the cool older kid, I guess. 🙄 Goten is right there, Fyler. He’s adorable and a sweetheart. I will say it seems that so far Goten is the focus but we’ll see if it stays that way.

Oh boy. I hate you already Beta 7.

Fyler is the new Videl? She may be a simp, but it look slike she at least has some brains. :’3

JK. Goten got his one quick fight with Beta 7 and we’re back on the Trumai bullshit 😒. Say you have a favorite of the two without saying you have a favorite, Toyotaro/Toriyama/whoever is writing this shit these days.

I have a love hate relationship with Mai being the brains of this whole operation. Love because we do stan smart ladies. Loathe because it feels like that’s really the only role they’ll seriously give women in this series outside of housewife. Kale and Caulifla and to a very small degree 18 sort of break that mold, but what are the odds we see the former two again? We will at least see 18 in action again when Cell Max shows up but it’s always a supporting role for her. I also still don’t forgive them for the damsel in distress shit they did with Mai last chapter, and I sense another scenario on the horizon.

Side note: I’m both laughing at Trunks and feel bad for him because he thinks Mai asked him to the dance because she likes him, but she actually just wants to activate her trap card. :’3 RIP kid.

AIGHT. I half rescind my last statement. Didn’t see this before posted. I hope she does get that squatty shit on her own lmao. I mean. I still have big X to doubt, but then again, it does seem like the writers take the month to gather intel about what their fans want, so maybe they’ll choose something worthwhile this time.

Damn. Stone Cold. I’m really surprised they didn’t have her get all gaga over Trunks now that she suddenly saw Future Trunks in him when he saved her. But. For the moment, them’s the ropes, Trunks :’3

Daw. Fylah ur rude. You should feel lucky being at the dance with this sweetpea. 

Also, what is her collar? What kind of 1950s ass dress is she wearing?

Or I guess American 50s was the choice of style, looking at least at the dresses and some hairstyles. Goten is still rocking his bowties :’3

Mai didn’t get the memo. She heard it was Warrior Princess themed. Trunks looks pretty spiffy tho can’t lie.

Look, I ain’t the biggest fan of Mai and really don’t see the need for bringing her and the Pilaf gang back at all but...she really did not come to play at this dance. xD

I take back my cool kid comment. Trunks is just a SIMP.

omfg. Is that the female android Hedo made to be his date to the dance. Fucking 🤣 I’m getting Rosie vibes from the Jetsons or some shit I CAN’T

Why is it only “Don’t tell your mother, GOTEN”? Like...I guess Bulma has more knowledge of the Red Ribbon Army but this just feels more like the dated old “Everyone’s scared of Chi Chi” bs. Though, they try to push the everyone’s afraid of Bulma, too, so why. Why is it always Chi Chi that gets treated like a monster and horrible person when, especially in Super, we actually get to WATCH Bulma be a terrible person? Ugh. 🙄

Dino droid. :’3 Bobo what did they do to you ;-;

Goten looks like Gohan in the Cell saga here. Idk if that callback was purposeful but. Here it is.

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I hate it. I take it back. I hate the humor. All of it.

Aw that’s cute tho. And mama isn’t scared of him that’s really sweet. The zombies were the best part of this arc. 10/10.

With all that said, that’s about the end. Hedo vows to get out of prison to make the ultimate android and I assume this will lead into the events of Super Hero. It’s hard to say if they’re going to have him break out like he did in the movie or just wait out his three month sentence (the reason I say this is because it seems strange to go into detailing him getting the reduced sentence if he’s just going to bust out before anyway). So, will we see a time skip and go into Super Hero, or will we get something else in between? I mean. Frieza’s still out there doing...whatever the fuck he’s up to. Broly is featured in the Super Hero movie, but we never got that movie adapted to the manga. I’m pretty sure the time has passed to do that since they gave Frieza a new form, but who knows. The writers aren’t exactly known for consistency. I’m leaning more on the time skip, but who knows. I would rather see what the hell they were going to do with Frieza and his bullshit (and have Vegeta finally get to kill his fucking ass but I know that won’t happen), but I’m guess we won’t get to until the next arc.

Overall, though, the mini arc was fine. As I’ve said, it was nice to see Trunks and Goten get to be normal teenagers and take the Saiyaman helm. It was nice to get more context to what happened with Hedo before Super Hero, I suppose. Goten got a little more time to shine in the last chapter, which is nice. Plenty of goofy moments and inconsistencies, but I’ve come to expect that at this point in trudging through this series. My biggest hope for the Super Hero arc, at least where Goten and Trunks are concerned, is that they don’t just end up treated as comedic relief with a failed fusion. I’m not holding my breath, but who knows. Maybe they’ll get a bigger role since they were involved in this whole sleuth story.]

[parasitescholar]

Weekly Recommendation: The Soulless Series

So listen. When I first looked into Rem's past career I found some stuff. Most of it I was not really interested in. However Soulless grabbed my attention and didn't let it go. I read the graphic novels and shortly after I read the books they were based on. And the sequel series. And then I read the graphic novels several more times until I decided to buy them on Ebay. These books were out of print before I discovered them, and the copies I have are from libraries, you can see the crossed out bar codes.

If you want to read them you can find them on Libby, the app that gives you access to so so many books. (Literally the library but in your phone fuck audible this shit is free and has waaaay more selection) or on free manga site of your choice. The art is just fantastic. Rem really knows how to do black and white. The balance of tones makes it feel rich, deep blacks and grays contrasting in a way that brings real depth. As a manga style adaptation there is a little aside at the end of the books and my favorite is the one where they make Biffy all spiffy (listen its technically spoilers but it's so cute looook)

Okay I have made my feral admiration clear. What is this actually about? Victorian London except vampires and werewolves are real, and have adapted to the delicate play of manners that is so important to British society. The world building on this point is honestly fantastic. Our main character has the ability to nullify any supernatural abilities with her touch, and she is over everyone's nonsense. Pragmatism rules her every move, but she keeps getting caught up in nonsense anyway. Okay I'm not selling this. Woman in fancy dresses solves the disputes of: foppish vampires, frequently naked werewolves, scheming steampunk scientists, a lesbian in a suit who keeps flirting with her (which she is arguably down for), her truly awful family, the most badass Scottish woman who leads a pack of werewolves despite being human and also old, and the vampires living along the Nile.

The world building in this series is just wonderful. Why does every British building have a coat room? Because werewolves are coming in and out, and they need a place to change! My favorite is the vampires. Vampires come in hives, centered around a queen, and with humans acting as drones. Only the queen can make new vampires, and her and her small group of turned are surrounded by hopefuls, who provide blood in exchange for the social clout being associated with the vampires gives and the possibility to one day become immortal. Also they swarm when in distress!! And it is great! The way all the supernatural stuff works is just so fun and well thought out. I haven't even mentioned the second series really, which is all about Alexia's daughter, who not only nullifies the powers of supernaturals but takes them for herself. Sorry dad, shouldn't have touched me I am now a baby wolf running around causing havoc. I love the Custard Protocol books as well (with that name you've gotta), though I've never gotten through the last one. I guess after the high of a comphet lesbian getting together with her lioness (she turns into a lion!!! And then is just so cool and casual about the fact her tits are out when she turns back) love, I couldn't bring myself to care about the affairs of awkward heterosexuals. But it does take place in Japan so you might like it. This is too long, but I could talk about this series for days. If you read it please please tell me so we can chat about our favorite parts. In summary: Soulless is a series full of humor, romance, Victorian London and supernatural creatures. The graphic novels are exquisite and the series continues past them in increasingly inventive and fascinating ways. Go read both!! In either order tbh. Okay byeeeee.

[hotdamnhunnam]

The Pick-Up Line

A/N: Sooo here’s the next fic from my Request List, which I know for a while has been neglected! Based on the below request in which Jax has a crush on reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally gets his chance with her. I got inspired to write it for my dear @happyhunnams​’ birthday as I know she’s been excited for this one! 💝 This is also my next entry for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, Jax having a huge crush and being awk and adorbz as fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~2.8k

He’s bad.

He’s cigarettes and drugs and guns. He’s stained in blood from all the dirty jobs he’s done, from all the shit he’s hit and run. He’s inked in black and leather-clad. Some time ago he lost his wife, love of his life, and the loss drove him fucking mad. 

You look at him and you feel sad. He has two sons. Two little sons. Like he has any business raising little ones. A man like that—he really shouldn’t be a dad.

But so he is, and it’s so bad the way you almost just forget that he’s a criminal when he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss. You run the best daycare in Charming; somehow Mr. Teller always comes on time to drop off Abel in the morning, which is really quite alarming. Not so punctual for pick-up in the afternoon—but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

You yourself can feel a different kind of thrumming, every time you see Jax coming. Wish you weren’t that kind of woman. Kind of woman who would throw away her dignity to fuck the king of Charming.

God, he’s bad. And even worse, because you think about the bad guy every night and touch yourself until you burst. ‘Cause he’s the best wet dream you’ve ever fucking had.

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You’re good.

You’re pink apples and picture books and pinwheels spinning in the summer sun. You’re like a mother to his son. You’re everything he wants to have and hold, and fuck if only he should be so bold, but knows he never should.

It’s hard when every day he wakes and thinks of you as he rubs out his morning wood.

Ever since his most tragic loss, Jax hasn’t had space for a thing inside his heart other than hatred toward his sorry self for having been the cause. By now it’s been a while though. Some part of him is letting go. Yet even so part of him knows, he’ll never be the man he was.

Won’t love the way he did before. Loss changes as it ever does. Can barely recognize the widower, the killer in the mirror. Splashes water on his face, raises to meet his gaze, and takes a steady pause. Searching himself for any part of him that’s pure.

The part of him that’s real—that can still feel—that may at last have come to heal... won’t love the way he did before.

For shame, won’t ever love the same. But if his heart survives its self-inflicted war, then maybe on the other side there’s hope of loving more.

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Jax Teller owns exactly one (1) nice fucking suit.

He’s never been to a job interview. Never set foot in a corporate building or anything. Funerals and weddings? A few. But they’ve all been within the Sons’ crew; everyone knows what dress code they’re getting. All the men who attend wear their leather because showing up in a suit would be honestly rude.

Yet today Mr. Teller is asking a fine woman out on a date for the first time since... longer than he can remember. Feels like the first time in forever. He wants to dress up like a fresh fucking prince. He’s in a fucking mood.

Crisp white shirt. Sharp black slacks. Feels so spiffy it hurts; his reflection asks—you even Jax? Fiddles with this silk tie of dark blue, realizing he has no fucking clue. Glances back, checks the clock on the desk behind him, which reminds him, that he’s fucking screwed.

He’s already so late. It’s not even like this is an actual date. Hasn’t been on a real date since high school. Now here he is dressing up all nice as if this is prom night and practicing cheap pick-up lines in his room like an absolute fool.

Never once in his life has Jax Teller been anything other than cool.

Now he’s anything but, as he tries out this suit thing in place of his trusty old kutte. And it feels like he’s broken some unspoken rule.

The way that he’s clumsily fumbled his tie just resembles a soft fabric pretzel or some shit. Ugh, fuck it. This business is cruel. Roughly rips the ridiculous thing off his neck and unbuttons a couple shirt buttons, adjusting the collar in case that’ll look better—it doesn’t. Suits simply aren’t cut out for Teller and nothing is coming together. He still looks like a fucking tool.

It’s five minutes past the time he was supposed to arrive at the daycare. He still has to sort out his hair. Never felt so un-fucking-prepared.

His cell rings and he puts it on speaker, so he can use both hands to carry on primping herself for his kid’s pretty teacher.

“What’s up, Nero?” he greets his favorite wholesome sweater-sporting superhero. One of the few sources of comfort and calm in his life as a reaper.

“Hey, I’ve got Abel, Jax,” the self-proclaimed ‘companionator’ states and carries on before Jax can react. “I’m gonna take him to the playground. Told her she oughta wait up at the center in case anyone comes around, but you’ve probably got ten minutes max.”

Jax’s brows furrow. He doesn’t quite follow. “What—Nero...”

The voice on the other end lets out a gentle grandfatherly chuckle remembering what he had witnessed when he had stopped by Jax’s place a few hours ago. “Saw you practicing pick-up lines and picking out an outfit, mano. You’re not really subtle about it, you know?”

King of Charming is blushing he’s so fucking mortified. Crushing so hard he can’t hide. “Were the lines any good, though?”

Another lighthearted grandfatherly laugh makes it clear that the answer is no.

Jackson thanks him profusely before the call’s done. Asks him to send a kiss to his son. A big kiss. Fuck is he grateful that Nero did this. Though the presence of a little child would’ve kept his courtship a classier level of tame... Jax’s feelings toward you are wild and now he can flirt without filter and shame.

Nero has one piece of advice to lend, before the call comes to an end. Good father figure and an even better friend.

“And look I don’t mean to be rude... but ditch that stupid fucking suit.”

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You have no clue what Nero meant when he came by to pick up Abel and just casually suggested that you stick around awhile. But there was something... promising, in his persuasive smile. You’ve always gotten honest vibes from him and trust he’s one of the best guys around. Though you don’t know them very well, you’ve heard a lot of shit about the Teller-Morrow clan and Jax’s stepfather who’s now rotting in hell; something tells you that Jax has started to become a better man these past few years thanks to the influence of this new father figure that he’s found.

Told Nero you would wait ten minutes for whoever else may be coming around. It’s not as if you’re keeping count. You feel like it has to be Jax and just the thought makes your heart pound...

Pounds even faster, once you finally hear the rumble of his Harley and set eyes upon the sexy fucking bastard.

Typically of course he’ll come by in his car to get his son, but this fine afternoon it seems he knows that Abel is already gone. There’s no one else here at the daycare center either. Just the teacher. Owner of this place who’s desperate to get ravaged by the reaper. So if Jax is here to pick someone up you’re the only one.

You’re waiting inside and can see him through the wide window out front. Pretending to be sorting papers when your main focus is sorting out the fire in your cunt. It’s so insane the way the bright gold of his mane catches the sun. He’s in his blue jeans and black leather and although he probably left at home his go-to knife and gun, you have no doubt that in his crotch he’s still packing the biggest baddest fucking weapon, and you bet he walks with that signature swagger in his gait because his dick weighs a whole ton. 

You’re dumb enough to make eye contact through the window and he greets you with a small wave and a smile. Sort of... awkward and a little shy—got no clue why—you’ve seen him interact with other women all the time and awkward-shy is really not Jax Teller’s style.

Just figure it’s because he’s here to have some unpleasant discussion. Maybe something serious that’s going on, relating to his son. You really hope that’s not the case because you’ve come to care for Abel so much after all this while—he’s a special one—sometimes you worry that you care too much as if he’s your own child.

Shove those thoughts out of your mind as Jackson walks up to the center. As his fine ass finally enters.

Damn is he working that leather. Sometimes you wonder how he’d clean up in a snazzy suit and tie but then again you just know this look is much better. It just screams Jax Fucking Teller.

The king of Charming in all his glory just stands there for a second in the doorway.

“H-hey,” is all he manages to say.

He bites his lip and tries to take a step toward you—almost trips over his stupid big white shoes—why is he tweaking out this way? Doesn’t seem drunk or drugged. Just weirdly sort of fucked.

You’d like to fuck him even more ‘cause you’re a dirty fucking whore. You may as well bend over now to fetch the fragments of your dignity from where they’re scattered all across the floor.

“Hi,” you reply and hope he doesn’t see the pornographic sex scenes playing out in your mind’s eye. “Can I...”

Now you’re the one who’s acting silly, as your inner slut silently finishes that sentence with a whole series of filthy. The teacher-themed puns that pop into your head are so painfully stupid you feel super guilty.

... Can I teach you the ABCs? Ass, balls, and cock—shove that cock in me—fuck it in deep till your balls slap my ass, baby.

... Can I teach you some calculus for a minute? With you I’m such a kinky bitch I have no limits. I’m serious, the limit just doesn’t exist.

... Can I teach you how to play nice during recess? You be Simon and I’ll do whatever you say. It’s the best way to play. Just tell me to bend over and I’ll let you fuck me to pieces. All day every day.

This is really not fucking okay.

“Umm...” you stammer, as Jax slowly crosses the room. Hoping he doesn’t hear your heart thud like a hammer. State something obvious because it’s safe although it’s dumb, and no doubt he already knows it anyway. “You’re a bit late for pick-up today.”

He smiles that sheepishly soft little smile again. The total opposite of classic hardcore Jackson. “Yeah, I’m not here to pick up my son.”

Rehearsed a thousand fucking pick-up lines before he came but for the life of him can’t even think of one.

It should be obvious he’s here to hit on you. But he’s not smooth enough to say it or to show you that it’s true. Instead he gestures at the room so full of playful toys and pretty decorations, this colorful haven of growth and education. “So, um... it looks like you know how to make learning fun.”

What the actual fuck, Jackson. He grabs his inner idiot by the scruff and fucking smacks him. 

Meanwhile you’re swooning ‘cause you think his inner idiot is adorable as shit. And though what he just said was stupid, it provides you with a nice outlet to talk about your passions. “Yeah, I—I just remember back when I was young which classes were my favorite. When the teachers put the effort in to make lessons engaging it was always so appreciated. I was lucky enough to have lots of good teachers so I loved school as a kid.”

Probably just rambled way too much but it helps you stay sane and stable when you fill the space with words. Otherwise in silence, you feel yourself so tense, so wet it hurts. No man on earth ever looked so good but you still know he’s bad news and it’s the worst.

Jax looks as if he’s hanging hard on every single word you say. You still have no fucking idea what’s gotten into him today. 

His smile softens and brightens a bit, as he hears how you loved school as a kid. “I bet you did. I bet you always aced it. Whereas me...” now finally he summons up the courage to say something just a little slick and nasty, though he’s terrified that it’ll go over badly, “...I’d always got a big fat D.”

A big fat—yes, he honestly just said that.

And he’s not the only one who can play bad.

Now that your inner slut has just been hit by Jax’s truck, she plays right back with a suggestive shrug. “Tough luck. If you’d just stooped a little lower then you could’ve had an F for Fuck.”

This game does not stop once it starts. You both play hard. He feeds ferociously off your flickering fire, triggering his own desire; he’s no longer shy and awkward as his stiff dick takes the focus off his nervous little heart.

“Me, stoop lower?” Jax echoes your words with a devilish snicker and takes a step closer. “Nah, I was always the one who made bitches go down and bend over.”

“Of course you were. Bet you think you still are, too. With a face like that, a dick so big and fat, I bet getting the girl was never hard to do.”

“Yeah, I could get any damn girl I want to,” he snarls. So close now that his maddening masculine scent makes your toes curl. Won’t touch you just yet, but in his gaze of brilliant blue you can read words unsaid: I want you.

This is what you want too. But for just a while longer, you want to prolong this dance. Further provoke his hunger. See if this is just sex or perhaps something deeper and stronger. Get back to that soft side of Jackson, a sweet glimpse of tenderness you would’ve never imagined. That Prince Fucking Charming who might really like you and give you a whirlwind romance... if you’d give him the chance...

But no matter how charming he seems, you remind yourself now that he can’t be the man of your dreams. He just can’t. He’s still so fucking bad in so many ways you simply can’t fucking stand…

And he’s reading your mind in this instant. The silent few seconds you’ve spent. You’re leaning against your desk now, and he still hasn’t touched you but feels like he’s fucking inside you somehow.

“Listen, Y/N,” he urges you gently, voice shaken yet steady. “Before I came over here, I practiced lines in the mirror. That’s not something I fucking do. I’ve been freaking out over how badly I find myself wanting you.”

You’re freaking out over how you feel all that he’s saying is true.

“Maybe that sounds like a line but it’s not. This is the only pick-up line I’ve got: I like you. A lot. And I know I’m not right for you. But I—I want to be, honestly, and if you let me then I’ll keep on trying to.”

No doubt he’s lied to girls before. And yet somehow you feel so sure, that you’re not someone he would ever dream of lying to. You have no clue just how you know but you just do.

“I don’t really do romance. But with you I’m fucking dying to. We can go on cute dates and star-gaze and slow dance. Be stupid and crazy. If you want that as badly as I do... then baby, just give me a chance.”

There is no way in hell you could say no to that. And you don’t even care if it’s bad, that right now from the start, as Jax Teller begins to make his way home into your heart... first things first, you want his dick to rip you apart. Now that his little pick-up line worked, he has won his way into your pants.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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[tastesoftamriel]

I have for the time being turned off anon asks as I am well and truly fed up of spam asks and lowkey sexual harassment. I'm a blogger, and for some reason over the years the odd person will try develop a weird parasocial relationship with me when I'm literally just hanging out trying to vibe. It sucks that I have to do this but the continual violations of trust by having anon on has made me anxious and stressed and I don't deserve that.

Bloggers exist to put out cool content, but unfortunately some people think it entitles them to shape the narrative of a blogger's work, or gives them a free pass for plagiarism. Yall...just...don't do that yeah? The entitled attitude that some people have about thinking their questions deserve a reply are also nonsensical- I, and everyone else, do not owe you anything. I try to keep my content as carefully curated as possible and if the ask is something I think sounds pretty garbage...it's going in the garbage.

I can't believe I'm having to explain basic Tumblr courtesy on this day in 2022, but I think it's important for me to be clear about why anon is gone as some people send genuinely good questions that are a joy to answer using that function. If you still wish to have your ask published but don't want to post off anon, you are still welcome to directly inbox me with your questions! If you want them published without your name attached, I'm very happy to oblige :)

Anyway, now that's cleared up, I hope you're all having a spiffy day and thanks again for following, I truly appreciate all your support after all these years. Stay safe, wash your hands, eat well. ~Tal

[lilosaur]

heyyy hope your day/noon/night is going well 💕 can i request izana, kokonoi, sanzu and angry with a s/o who is a writer and specializes in mystery genre?? don't forget to take care of your health :))

yess, I was not sure if you wanted a scenario or headcanons but I felt like headcanons would fit this topic better but feel free to send in a request again for this if u wanted scenarios 🤎

୭̥⋆*｡ With An s/o Who Writes Mystery ♡‧₊˚

⟶ ticket no. 8 ɞ

w/ Kurokawa Izana | Kokonoi Hajime | Sanzu Haruchiyo | Kawata Souya

ʚ Kurokawa Izana ɞ

Izana would be the bf to want to talk to you all the time but he’d get so sad when ur writing and you ask him to be quiet.

However he understands you need peace and quietness to write so he’ll just sprawl himself out on the floor or bed and frown, patiently waiting for you to finish.

Izana tells you about minor incidents that happens with his gang to help inspire you and sometimes it really gets you thinkin. It also makes you worry about him..just a little bit.

Izana supports your writing 100% weather you publish it or not. He’s your #1 fan!

He definitely likes reading your works if you’d let him, I think his favorite genre would be mystery anyways.

If you’ve been taking too much time to write Izana will definitely just take your hand and pull you away- which isn’t really annoying since your probably worn out from writing too much :(

Same thing with if it’s too late, Izana will not let you mess up your sleeping schedule, he thinks it’s very important so when it gets too late he'll just pull you away.

He encourages you to publish your works somewhere, he actually thinks it’s pretty cool you like to write and wants to help support you.

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ʚ Kokonoi Hajime ɞ

Koko probably kind of ignore what you do but at the same time doesn’t? Like Koko wouldn’t be to engaged into your writing but would still support you.

Koko doesn’t bother you when your writing, he just wanders around the house or he’s tapping away at his phone.

However like Izana if your writing too much and it’s taking a toll on you Koko will just ask you to go out somewhere with him, maybe like a fancy restaurant for dinner/lunch. It’s his way of distracting you for a bit.

Koko doesn’t ask much about your works but he definitely listens if you’d like to tell him about what your writing. He may even comment about what he thinks of it if he's feeling extra that day lol.

Like I said Koko 100% supports your writings so if you perhaps needed a spiffy laptop to brainstorm and write on Koko's got you. He’ll use his connections to help your works become more popular too or bribe them…

If you want him to read one of your works on his own he probably would but he’d only do it when he’s bored at work, or alone at home.

Koko loves you and your writing <3

༚༅༚˳❃˳༚༅༚

ʚ Sanzu Haruchiyo ɞ

Sanzu is the opposite of Koko and Izana, he will be so distracting sometimes when your focusing on writing but in the nicest way possible :’)

Sanzu just wants to spend time with you whenever he can, especially since he’s been a bit busier lately.

He would probably ask you random questions when your writing like what your opinions are on something, at least sometimes it gives you ideas soo….no writers block?

Sanzu will only shut up if you yell at him, but then he’ll pout and hold it against you the rest of the day. sigh he’s a handful

He doesn’t really mind if you stay up to late writing because to be honest..he stays up even later…I mean- sometimes he doesn’t even sleep so- he has no say in it. probs pulls all nighters like 4 times a week

Sanzu definitely loves to read your works, he’s so intrigued how you can sit and type words for long periods of time so he wants to know what it’s all about. And of course he loves all your works, he’s not a big book person but you being a writer definitely made him go out and buy some other books too.

Now you two stay up late reading some nights<3

If you do publish any of your work on sites, you may get a few hate comments…and Sanzu will fight back spitting out all the roasts he has….

You just laugh and the hate comment doesn’t even get to you anymore :)

༚༅༚˳❃˳༚༅༚

ʚ Kawata Souya ɞ

Ah sweet Souya, he’s not like any of these other guys. Souya will patiently wait until you notice him when your writing, when you do notice him he has this worried look in his eyes and you can tell he just wants some cuddles from you. so sweet I can’t-

He always has something nice and sweet to say about your works, even if you think it’s complete shit Souya will whip out the sweetest compliment and he means it to!!

He likes reading all your works, if you don’t let him read them he might get a little sad. He just loves the thought that you created what he’s reading.

Souya always feels bad when you have writers block, he knows how much you just want to write but your mind can’t produce anything. So he tried his best to give you ideas or help you search online for inspiration.

Sometimes Souya will stand behind you while you write and observe silently. He always wonders how you type so fast?!

Souya encourages you to publish your work but if you don’t want to he won’t push it. He’ll just let you know how much he enjoys reading anything you write.

crying, sorry these are kinda short I ran out of ideas but I tried to make everyone’s a little different. Hope u enjoyed reading, remember to always follow your dream and if u get any haters Sanzu will make them disappear for u 🤎😆

[seriouslysnape]

With a student aged Sev, could you do one where the school is having a ball, and it’s girl’s choice where the girls are the ones who ask for dates. Sev hears a rumor or something that his friend that he loves has asked some other guy, so he’s devastated. In reality, that’s not true, and she’s always planned on asking him, but has just been busy. He’s all down, but then can’t believe it once she asks and is unbelievably excited and stressed over what to wear and so on. And the ending is just a lot of fluff and romance, please?

SO. CUTE. I actually got a little emotional writing this, hahahahah. 

(Below the cut) :)

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The Spring Formal

Young Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,191

“How many times have we heard things about other students that weren’t true?”

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It had been all the rage through Hogwarts for the last couple of weeks. Hogwarts was hosting a spring ball, somewhat similar to the Yule Ball that always took place in the winter. Hogwarts’ witches and wizards would dress in their most formal clothes and have the time of their lives for one night of the year. Young wizards would shake in their robes when trying to ask their witch of choice to accompany them. 

However, everyone soon learned that there was a catch. 

For this dance, the girls were to ask the boys.It was a totally different idea than everyone was used to. All the boys were on their best behavior in hopes that they could get the attention of the cute girl from their Potions or Charms class. It was a totally exciting role reversal.

The only person who wasn’t thrilled about this was young seventh year Severus Snape.

Severus had always been reserved, and everyone knew it. He kept his head lowered at all times and only spoke when spoken to (and sometimes not even that). He was textbook insecure and doubtful of everything about himself. He was sure that no girl would want to go with him, but there was one that he desperately wanted the hand of. You had been his friend for years now. You were strikingly different than he was, which is why he supposed he was just so fond of you. 

He could only ever dream of being as outgoing as you were. With this hope in mind, he found himself in your presence more than usual.He would walk you to your classes that you didn’t have together, sit next to you in the classes that you did, and even carry your books for you most days. He tried to be more talkative, striking up conversations that he normally wouldn’t. 

He would compliment your outfit and ignore the burning blush that embarrassedly appeared on his cheeks when he did so. He wanted nothing more than to go to this spring formal with you. That wish fizzled out into disappointment, however, when he heard some classmates talking in his Potions class. 

“Can you believe that she asked Remus Lupin to the dance?” A young Slytherin boy said from in front of Severus.

His friend leaned over, matching his friend’s whisper, but still loud enough that Severus could hear every unmistakable word.

“Yeah, I know. [Y/N] had the pick of the litter and that’s who she went with? It’s a bloody shame. I could’ve shown her a better time.” He sneered.

Severus felt his heart seemingly sink into his shoes. It was true that lots of wizards were hoping you’d ask them. You were rather popular after all and stunningly beautiful. Severus had just had a glimmer of hope that you would’ve seen something a little different in him. That you’d want to ask him over everybody else. He supposed he was wrong.

In his saddened focus, he accidentally tipped over his cauldron spilling the beginnings of whatever potion he had been making. The class erupted into laughter, causing the tears that were already stinging at Severus’ eyes to go spilling down his pale cheeks. He ran out of the class in a hurry, not wanting to see anyone for the rest of the day. His robes were drenched with this sticky potion, the bottoms of his shoes making this horrible squelching noise with each step he took. He was zooming through the halls to get back to the Slytherin tower, but stopped when he bumped into someone else. 

He didn’t bother with an apology, but felt his blood run cold when he saw it was you.You briefly shook your head to recover from almost getting knocked over, smiling casually when you saw it was him.

“Woah, hey, Severus!” You piped, readjusting your own robes.

Your smile faded into a frown when you saw the orange colored potion dripping from his clothes, and his reddened, glassy eyes. Before you could ask, he brushed you off and ran down the hall.

“I have to go.”

He was hurt, and now dreading going to this dance alone. He avoided you at all costs now, which you noticed was odd in comparison to the way he had been right on your heels. You tried to reach out to him, but he just gave you the cold shoulder at every attempt. The next week went by, and the more people that had dates, the more irritated Severus became. It was already bad enough that he had a hateful passion for Remus Lupin, along with his other friends that made their lives about torturing Severus. 

You were so kind, so loving. He couldn’t make sense of how you could possibly go with someone like him. The dance was only two days away now, and Severus was beginning to toy with the idea of not going at all. He didn’t want to be the only one without a date, and he definitely didn’t want to be alone all night. He sulked as he fiddled with a stick out near the Quidditch fields. 

He sometimes liked to get away from the castle when things were rough. He lazily dragged the stick through the dirt, poking at a small beetle as it scuttled by with a fellow pal.

Lucky beetle.

He sighed heavily as he continued to pout, almost not noticing the new presence that had placed themself next to him. He looked over hesitantly, and had to fight the urge to get up and leave without saying a word. But you just looked so concerned that he couldn’t bring himself to go. So he stayed put, but returned his gaze to the stick in his hand.

“Hello.” He said dryly.

“Hi,” You acknowledged him. A silence went by, so you pressed on; “You want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied.

You scoffed, forcing him to look at you.

“Please. You know you’ve been ignoring me. If I’ve done something, I want you to tell me.” You said almost as a plea.

Now it was his turn to scoff with a scowl.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Since he’s so interesting and all.” He barked, tossing the stick away in an aggravated manner.

You were annoyed with his tone, but more confused as to what he was he was on about. You furrowed your brows and scrunched your nose at him.

“What?” You queried, completely lost; “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“So I guess your date to the dance is just a friend?” He asked sarcastically.

You were beyond puzzled. Boyfriend? Date to the dance? Where was he coming up with this stuff?

“Severus, enough. Just tell me what you’re talking about.” You said, fed up with his guessing game.

“Lupin, [Y/N], I’m talking about Lupin.”

That’s when you felt the lightbulb go off in your head. Realization came crashing over you like an ocean wave on a shore. You had heard the rumors that you had asked Remus Lupin to the spring dance, but you denied them, considering that they weren’t true. Remus was already going with someone else, but you had wanted to ask someone else. A knowing smile crossed over your face. Severus was brutally jealous.

“Oh, Sev...” You breathed out; “I didn’t ask Remus to the dance.”

You swear you saw a shimmer of joy wipe across his dark eyes. His heart did a happy leap.

“You didn’t?” He asked softly, suddenly ashamed of how he had been acting.

“No!” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as you giggled.

“But...they said that-”

“Come on, S. You should know by now how stuff gets started around here,” You pointed out; “How many times have we heard things about other students that weren’t true?”

Severus pondered on that for a second. You had a fair point. Hogwarts was notorious for meddling, gossiping kids. He was relieved, but a new question crossed his mind.

“The dance is in two days. Are you going to ask someone?” He asked, not even thinking that you might want to ask him. 

“Why else do you think I’m out here with you now?” You posed.

He paused hard, hardly believing what he was hearing. 

“You...want to go with me? Why did you wait so long to ask?” He questioned.

You were a little offended that he asked you that, but were mostly amused. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him.

“Well, I’ve been trying, but you run away from me every time I try to talk to you. On top of that, I’ve been slammed with work,” You explained; “But better late than never, right?”

He agreed with a shy smile, apologizing for his behavior and making up with you. It wasn’t until you left that he felt a surge of a thrill. He had a lot of preparation to do. 

He sprinted back to his dorm and to his trunk, digging through his clothes trying to find something spiffy to wear. His outfit had to be nothing less than perfect. He liked you a lot, and he wanted to make you look good. Although, you’d look amazing with or without him in his best clothes.

He tossed pants, shirts, socks, and everything else that wasn’t good enough over his shoulder. He went through all the way to the bottom of his trunk before finding something suitable. He bounced up with relief, thankful that he found something on such short notice. He made sure to try it on to make sure that it still fit. Much to his pleasure, it did. 

After the outfit was settled, a new concern sprang to mind. Should he get you flowers? Chocolates? Maybe a present? He was sure he was overthinking everything, but he wanted to be the very best date he could be, as your friend and possible future lover. With a little help from his Herbology professor, he was able to get a hold of some flowers that would be ready the afternoon of the dance. 

He was bright with giddiness. He could barely wait for Saturday.

Saturday night came around, and Severus was shocked that he didn’t collapse when he saw you. His breath caught in his throat, he became lightheaded, and his heart raced like a car on a track. However, he was able to keep his composure and attend the dance with you. And he had the time of his life.He danced with you, laughed until his sides hurt, and he was sure that his cheeks would be permanently stuck from how much he had smiled. He never knew how amazing one person could make him feel.

By the end of the night, you both had sore feet from dancing, but happy hearts from being with one another. To get away from the hustle and bustle of everyone else, you two took a stroll around the outer perimeters of the castle. You both needed some fresh air and some quiet. 

You were both still laughing and soaking up every moment together. You had both hit a positive spot in your lives. You stopped at the edge of the lake, mesmerized by the way the half-moon was glittering on the reflection on the surface. You stood side by side, now silently looking over the water and the small ripples. 

“I had a really nice time tonight, [Y/N].” He spoke lowly, afraid for a moment that the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Me too. I’m glad you came with me,” You replied; “This was the best night I’ve ever had.”

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence in your hand. Severus had slipped his hand into yours, entwining your fingers. 

His thoughts were racing. He thought about how everything in his life had led to tonight...this exact moment. He always wondered if everything happened for a reason. He wondered if every second of life was connected. Had his small choices determined the big things in his life? The good and the bad things? If he had made one tiny, menial different decision somewhere down the line, would that have prevented him from making it to this moment in time?

Whatever the answer was, he was glad for whatever choice brought him here.

You saw that his eyes were dead set ahead, but the blush on his cheeks were evidence that he knew exactly what was he was doing. You could tell he was nervous, and he hadn’t been the entire night. You knew what he was thinking.

 “Hey, Sev?” You called gently, his eyes diverting to you. 

“Yes?” He replied.

“Just kiss me already.” You said with a smirk.

Before he could overthink it, his lips crashed into yours. His hands went to the sides of your face as yours settled on his shoulders. A million spastic fireworks were going off in your mind, body, and soul. Severus didn’t have a great life, but always felt like he’d know the moment that his life did finally begin. 

And that moment was now.

[therappundit]

Q1 & DONE [*but then some more*]: Part 2 of the First Half of 2022’s Finest Rap Music

Folks I’m right in the eye of the storm here, bunkered down, expecting my second child to be born any hour/day now 👀👀👀 ......but in the meantime, this music has been a welcome distraction.  Hope everyone is doin’ okay over this (hopefully for most of you) holiday weekend...and peace & love to you & yours.

*And if you missed Part 1, catch up right here*:

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/687884232044986368/the-rap-pundits-first-half-highlights-part

****REMINDER: NEITHER PART 1 OR PART 2 ARE RANKED IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER, JUST HOW I WAS RANDOMLY COMPILING THEM AT THE TIME …it’s crazy hard to keep track nowadays, it’s got me thinkin’ I may need to dive deeper and do a Part 3 (!?)****

“Pangea” - Coast Contra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnKADdMZGPU

“Blood Stain” - Consequence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wyQ6XbO6bM

“Bang My Shit” - Marco Plus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRBNXP5iqPk

“Triple Post Offense” - Jae Skeese feat. 7xvethegenius & Conway The Machine

https://bigghostlimited.bandcamp.com/track/triple-post-offense-ft-7xvethegenius-conway-the-machine

“New Hope” - ElCamino feat. Jay Worthy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhxIFa7hSNY

“Fronto” - toomanyflowers feat. feat. Lord Sko & Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S3hYJ-moac

“Vic” - Teddy Faley

https://wearethekarmakids.bandcamp.com/track/vic

“Deer Friends” - Teddy Faley

https://wearethekarmakids.bandcamp.com/track/deer-friends

“Once Upon A Time In Canarsie” - Ill Bill feat. Lord Goat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwqJjC3zTQE

“Get A Knot” - REED

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7cYCXGLlD4

“212” - REED feat. Hunnaloe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-Dk4fl05Vc

“Business Man” - UFO FEV & DJ J Hart

https://ufofev.bandcamp.com/track/business-man

“EDDIE ROW” - Emilio Craig

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJ7GOhjVeYQ&list=OLAK5uy_mRSOc1EgDDUmwmJMxEkluJ4Pexc5Sj0ow&index=9

“TERROR SQUAD ‘98” - Emilio Craig feat. RISKTAKER P & EDDIE KAINE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aze5Qv4OEy8&list=OLAK5uy_mRSOc1EgDDUmwmJMxEkluJ4Pexc5Sj0ow&index=8

“In Charlotte” - 24Lik & 392 Lil Head

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBEXzmaJrXE

“One Two” - FNF Chop feat. YungManny

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=berFxnHqCso

“Essentials” - DetroitRap News feat. Jugg Harden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFbgvl614CY

“No Names” - Acito feat. SalahBabyy, Band$, Lil1700Adrian & ABM Spiffy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRf2VuR8kcI

“Abc” - Jizzle Buckz feat. World Tour Woo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8d0DH011rw

“Hair Salon” - Dreamville feat. G Perico, Cozz & Reason

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH0T6nFOSxg

“Get At Me” - FTSP RoadrunninT x Chap x 1100 Himself

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhFmTkfsats

“Believe” - 1100 Himself & Mitchell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnuZ5d0Q5Yc

“80′s” - 1100 Himself & Mitchell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOJ4GjVZQxE

“Huge Lifestyle 2” - BabyTron feat. GTP DaiDoe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2T6TtefE7E

“Hennessy kicked in just now when the beat started“ - RxkNephew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfUSAGKckdo

“Lonely Drive” - Rx Papi & Top$ide

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1g1YAJBlJ0

“Central Dr Freestyle” - Yung Sinner

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDQwG4isEfo

“Jungle Life” - DCG Shun x DCG Bsavv

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Or4swaUssKw

“ratchet” - B2L whale & Glock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3k4KF-KfNiU

“Married To The Streets” - THUGGEDOUT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCaenNuU3zQ

“Blood Sweat & Tears” - Baby Stone Gorillas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ctk0U89dTQ

“Step Back” - OTADueceFoe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrtRLiYe2Yk

“Too Deep” - Lil 9 & Pmg Dee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STf-2VxWVj4

“FORGIVE DON’T FORGET” - Tony Shhnow

https://soundcloud.com/snowmanservin/forgive-dont-forget-p-cardogotwings?in=snowmanservin/sets/reflexions

“Nothing 2 My Name” - Tony Shhnow feat. OJ Da Juiceman

https://soundcloud.com/snowmanservin/nothing-2-my-name-djyoungkash-new-mix-1?in=snowmanservin/sets/reflexions

“Humble” - Shawny Binladen feat. Big GLTAOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZFhpGGndnU

“Ghetto Metal” - Shawny Binladen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dd5_ui63UM&list=OLAK5uy_lLY4eF7P6MSv3MRI5UumcGQY5ksdkgEbw&index=3

“950 SCARS” - FOUR50

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEi6nnGbnyw

“mike jones” - K$upreme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhinGToZsUU

“real trap n*gga” - K$upreme feat. Big Yaya

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTNBkrlslEY

“BLADE FADE” - Dotropolis & suprchnk

https://soundcloud.com/dotropolis/blade-fade?in=dotropolis/sets/pure-water

“PEACE BE THE JOURNEY” - Dotropolis & suprchnk

https://soundcloud.com/dotropolis/peace-be-the-journey?in=dotropolis/sets/pure-water

“QUEENSBOUND N​-​TRAIN CONNECTIONS” - Lungs/LoneSword, Phiik & Cise Greeny feat. GAM

https://7deadlung7.bandcamp.com/track/queensbound-n-train-connections-feat-gam-prod-by-lonesword-2

“Nightmares And Dreams” - Your Old Droog

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K05xLv7OoUc

“Pen and Wine” - Pink Siifu & YUNGMORHPEUS feat. Chuck Strangers

https://bagtalk.bandcamp.com/track/pen-and-wine-ft-chuck-strangers-prod-iiye

“100 Acres” - Pink Siifu & YUNGMORHPEUS

https://bagtalk.bandcamp.com/track/100-acres-ft-b-cool-aid-prod-ahwlee

“CABBAGE” - Pink Siifu & YUNGMORHPEUS feat. AKAI SOLO

https://bagtalk.bandcamp.com/track/cabbage-ft-akai-solo-prod-iblss

“SEVENSUMMITS” - Obijuan & YUNGMORPHEUS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtTcUw6jivA

“4DUHCHILDREN” - mikem nahmir & the fades formation

https://nahmir.bandcamp.com/track/4duhchilldren

“CHALK TAWK” - mikem nahmir & the fades formation feat. MANGOPOP

https://nahmir.bandcamp.com/track/chalk-tawk-featuring-mangopop

“BLACCSKIN” - mikem nahmir & the fades formation feat. TUMI & MANGOPOP

https://nahmir.bandcamp.com/track/blaccskin-featuring-tumi-mangopop

“Hydroponics” - Sleep Sinatra x KNGKVMI feat. Jah-Monte Ogbon

https://sleepsinatra1.bandcamp.com/album/brainstormz

“Four Blocks Away” - ANKHLEJOHN

https://lordy.bandcamp.com/track/four-blocks-away-prod-scholarships

“moesh” - qu’ality

https://qualityofficial.bandcamp.com/track/moesh-prod-diego

“pendent” - qu’ality

https://qualityofficial.bandcamp.com/track/pendent-prod-mikextra

“Cleaners” - dp0mmy feat. Sylvan Lacue & Marco Plus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_Dnq-Rt0iE

“Cruise Control” - dp0mmy feat. Backseat [S]miles, Lokihasdied, Vince Rocket & Marco Plus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6v0UuIaEWU

“Options” - dp0mmy feat. Ywnlkasnb, MALCLM. & Jay Nabi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Uvx9xFnVY0

“Zaza” - Spanish Ran feat. $auce Heist & Eddie Kaine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvHHgyVLuZY

“Mankind” - V Don & Sauce Heist feat. Estee Nack & Rome Streetz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-eDbTzzVyE

“Live Comfortable Pt. 2″ - jaH-Monte

https://kingcallis.bandcamp.com/track/live-comfortable-part-2-produced-by-fly-anakin

“Homer Simpson Shirt″ - Tokyo Cigar & August Fanon

https://tokyocigarmusic.bandcamp.com/track/homer-simpson-shirt

“Enchiridion″ - Tokyo Cigar & August Fanon

https://tokyocigarmusic.bandcamp.com/track/enchiridion

“D’evils Embrace” - Hus Kingpin feat. Doza The Drum Dealer

https://soundcloud.com/huskingpinofficial/devils-embrace-feat-doza-the?in=huskingpinofficial/sets/bjorkingpin

“Volta” - Hus Kingpin feat. Ambassador Rick

https://soundcloud.com/huskingpinofficial/volta-feat-ambassador-rick?in=huskingpinofficial/sets/bjorkingpin

“HIGH RISK HIGH REWARD” - Camden Malik

https://soundcloud.com/user-994835042/high-risk-high-reward?in=user-994835042/sets/highinthemorning

“Party Time” - Rich Jones & Iceberg Theory feat. Defcee

https://filthybroke.bandcamp.com/track/party-time-ft-defcee

“Snake Oil” - OKnice feat. Defcee

https://okniceraps.bandcamp.com/track/snake-oil-feat-defcee

“Family Tradition” - OKnice feat. SeKwence

https://okniceraps.bandcamp.com/track/family-tradition-feat-sekwence

“Steiner Math” - East Hampton Polo Boys

https://easthampton.bandcamp.com/track/steiner-math-2

“FRILL” - kingdoughmane. feat. Danie Be

https://kingdoughmane.bandcamp.com/track/frill-feat-danie-be

“CAN’T SAY” - kingdoughmane. feat. Sed G, Dom Dotta & Kyd Kye

https://kingdoughmane.bandcamp.com/track/can-t-say-feat-sed-g-dom-dotta-kyd-kye-prod-sky-lex

“COMPLACENT” - kingdoughmane. 

https://kingdoughmane.bandcamp.com/track/complacent-prod-riley-lamarre

“Ode To My Friend” - Natia

https://soundcloud.com/natia-the-god/ode-to-my-friend?in=natia-the-god/sets/newport-diaries-2

“But Not Today Though” - Natia

https://soundcloud.com/natia-the-god/but-not-today-though?in=natia-the-god/sets/newport-diaries-2

“Picking Cherries” - Ray Vaughn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhdOSKKfIxY

“Is What It Is” - REASON feat. Jay Rock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aMG6-4rlhg

“Soccer Dad” - ScHoolboy Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoAAuYDepM0

“Churchill Downs” - Jack Harlow feat. Drake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqPIvA9ATO4

“You Don’t Know” - Kno Sadistik & Kno

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dFqql9Tnyc

“Straight Back To It” - Central Cee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4lxzLd_dIY

“BEACH BLONDE” - Owijo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqRotBOVKc8&t=99s

“felt like” - HOOK

https://soundcloud.com/ilyhook/feel-like-prod-nedarb-fifty-grand?in=ilyhook/sets/fromhook

“United Grief” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvNSXS4x9nc

“N95” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEV4x7xEprw

“Crown” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL1L287YbkQ

“Father Time” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Sampha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toEW7_-pvOY

“Rich Spirit” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl3-ZPg-JAA

“Savior” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Baby Keem & Sam Dew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTAQxUXq674

“Savior (Interlude)” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Baby Keem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROUFkWceDRM

“Auntie Diaries” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vrhf1P9zwc

“Mr. Morale” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Tanna Leone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdwEIPD1bEw

“Mother I Sober” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Beth Gibbons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo89NfFYKKI

[coincidenceiscancelled]

Torn

Alright so this is very lightly called my episode recap but really it's just me thirsting over a tall drink of water who is finally being dressed in clothes that show off his greatest ass-ets, (yes I'm objectifying him).

First of all, a little seriosity. He gets to keep the grey in his beard. I love that he doesn't dye it. Every episode that I watch of Walker makes me feel as if Supernatural was very restrictive in everything. Walker is allowed to be a man of certain age, who naturally, has some grey in his beard. As a grey hair truther, I was stoked.

Okay then so we begin with him coming down the stairs, his head practically brushing the ceiling, hair slicked back, dressed in well fitting jeans and a white buttoned up shirt. He looks spiffy, like he paid attention to his appearance. Liam notices, rags him a bit about it in a very 'what's the tea?' type of way.

Then follows the cutest brother-brother interaction where they basically make fun of each other for being 'spouse guys'. Personally I think Walker is a wife guy because Jared is. Hell, he was engaged twice in two years instead of just, hey, let's date a bit and see how this goes. Anyways, I digress.

So Walker looking spiffy, long legs, cute face, where's he going. Oooh, to take Twyla apartment hunting. For this trip, Twlya felt the need for a red lip coz that's what you do when you're house hunting. They get side tracked by Denise for a case and she seems to be very er...what's the word? Pressed.

She seems pressed that they're together. Gives them an assignment and they go do it.

ALL OF THIS BEFORE THE OPENING CREDITS.

Anyway...so um, you know how battle makes you horny? Twlya and Cordell are all giving each other hot looks in the car, then they go to I think Cordell's place or a hotel and Cordell is in one layer, his arms like guns, veins standing out like cords as he effortlessly lifts Twlya while being very respectful of how he grabs her ass (it's the little things yo). He throws her on the bed and climbs on top of her and...

we cut to the kids I think and Stella's totally unnecessary love triangle. The way that she moves from one guy to another is giving confused, it's giving rent don't buy, it's giving DTF not be my boyfriend. But I guess she's kidding herself.

side note: now that most of the kids are 'finishing high school' and Trey is moving to the Rangers, does that mean no more school scenes in season 3? Essentially Auggie is the only high schooler left. I hope there are if only so that the principal ( who seems very excited to have that job on twitter) doesn't lose his job and I think Walker should date the science teacher. Reeaallly lean into the 'community peen' aspect of being a single hot dad. C'mon Walker, your slut era is right there waiting for you.

Baack to Cordi and Twlya entwined on the bed, chest glistening with sweat, hair unkempt (Cordi's. Twlya's not so much) and they're trading war stories. Twlya brings up what should be obvious to everyone and their grandmother. Cordi should not have lost that race.

Well, true to his "I only know monogamy" personality, Cordi decides to introduce Twyla to his son after a convo with Geri who is straddling the line between ex and friend and doing a fairly shit job at both. She's in her confusion era. We'll give her time to realize that she already had a family. But if she wants this new one at the expense of the old one well...

So Cordi introduces Twyla and Auggie who ain't feeling it at all. Twyla sees it at once.

hold up.

wait.

back up.

We forgot to mention the roses. Because Cordi doesn't do things by halves, he comes back to Twyla's during the day with a bouquet of roses. Now since I'm sure Duke never gave her so much as a twig, she's naturally puzzled at this gesture.

"Let's make this day 0." Cordi says.

She's skeptical. It's obvious. But he's being romantical and sweet. Ain't no girl saying no to that.

But you can see the doubt in her eyes...

Anyway so back to them later that night, with Auggie not feeling this we're dating vibe. Cordi is about to just go ahead and introduce Twyla as his girlfriend but she interrupts and says yeah, you right. Me n' your dad could never be anything.

And Cordi's heart is stomped on once again.

The rest is just aftermath stuff. Twyla leaves. Cordi is sad. He wants to be in a relationship so bad.

Anyway, back home, his long legs on the couch, a fire burning in the grate, Liam comes home. They exchange 'did you get laid' info. One huge peeve I have to point out is that we don't see Liam and Ben on their picnic. Hopefully we'll get to see them hold hands, kiss, fling each other on beds and have hot gay sex with each other...PG13ly of course.

And finally we get to the question we all know the answer to; Did the Davidsons cheat???

Phew, and that's the end of this recap.

[thevindicativevordan]

On Supergirl

Figured I should put up my thoughts about Kara in the wake of her first film appearance being announced, and the final season of her TV show fast approaching. Short version is: Kara is very cool and DC needs to stop messing with her. 

My Introduction to Kara

I was introduced to Kara the way most millennials/Gen Zers were I imagine, via the Loeb Superman/Batman arc which brought the traditional Kara Zor-El Supergirl take into Post-Crisis continuity, after years of DC attempting to have a “Supergirl” without violating the editorial mandate that Kal needed to be the literal “Last Son of Krypton” (an example of one of the dumb ways DC fucked Kara over). Story goes that one day Dan Didio was in line at the Superman ride at Six Flags (I love that ride even though it’s stolen my glasses every time I’ve ridden it, even when I left them in a locker!). The ride had signs that talked about various Superman characters. Didio was reading the entry for Supergirl where it talked about her not being Clark’s cousin but instead some weird merge of alien shapeshifter, angel, and human girl, and he realized how fucking stupid that was, and he went back to the office and told Loeb to bring Kara back. 

Years later I would also be standing in line at the Six Flags Superman ride (probably at a different park location but who knows?) as a youngster and would read the new Supergirl sign that trumpeted that Superman had a cousin who shared all his powers, an update reflecting the new Loeb origin. I thought she sounded pretty cool, made a note to see if my library had any Supergirl stories next time I visited, then got on the Superman ride and promptly lost my glasses like an idiot because I wanted to take them off while I was riding and pretend I was changing from my “disguise” into Superman mid flight. My dad grounded me for this afterwards, but it gave me a funny story to tell at family get togethers and isn’t that what Six Flags is all about?

A month later (and with spiffy new glasses), my mom dropped me off at a new library next to where she worked, and they had one of the best Superman collections I’ve ever seen to this day. I was in heaven and while reading every Superman book I could find (I couldn’t check them out because I didn’t have a card, my mom’s card didn’t cover the area the library was in, and my mom wouldn’t have checked them out anyway since comics were “too violent”), I found the trade collecting Kara’s new origin. I read it and I thought both she and Superman were really cool, and Batman was a  punk who had to beat Darkseid by cheating, the loser. Turner’s art to my young eyes was the best I had ever seen, and the panels got engraved into my brain. 

I still get downright nostalgic whenever I see Turner Superman or Supergirl stuff. I also got my parents to rent the animated movie adaption of the Superman/Batman arc from Blockbuster (remember those?), and that sealed the deal. Seeing Kara hold her own against Darkseid convinced me she was as cool as her cousin. Next time my mom dropped me off at the library next to her workplace, I went looking for Supergirl stuff to read. I found the first volume of her new volume by Joe Kelly taking place after the Loeb arc and dove in.

It was... weird. 5 years later I might have enjoyed it but at the time I was majorly put off. Kara took a secret identity for a day and then ditched it because it was “stupid” and the kids bullied her. She was always getting into fights with Kal, and there was this weird plot that I couldn’t follow about how her dad had sent her to kill Kal, maybe or maybe not? Also she could grow crystals which I thought was dumb, and said she was stronger than her cousin which I couldn’t buy for a second given he looked like he was carved out of marble, and she looked like she relied on sunlight instead of food. I put the volume back on the shelf and kinda gave up on reading the character after that for a while. 

I followed her via the DC wiki updates just like I did Superman, and everything I read seemed dumb and convoluted. She was split in two, moped around a lot, made out with an alternate version of her cousin, and basically just flopped about the same way the rest of the Superfamily did during the 00s. Nothing made me think I had made a mistake dropping Kara until I read the latest update to her wiki page.

I was super into what I was reading about the Busiek/Johns era of Superman online. Lex was back and making a big revenge scheme that involved all the other Rogues! Old Superman Rogues were getting revamped and made cool again! Johns reintroduced Brainiac and made him a big threat, with Kal and Kara teaming up to fight him! Busiek was revamping Prankster and telling big ambitious Superman stories! For the first time in a long while, the consensus on the Internet was that Superman was good again. My “home” library had zero Marvel books and no Superman or Batman books, all their DC stuff was Flash or Green Lantern, mainly written by Johns. Insane to think back on now. My hopes that because Johns was involved with Superman, Superman books would show up at my library were fulfilled. They started bringing in Busiek and Johns collections, and someone there also ordered Sterling Gates’ first volume of Supergirl, and I checked everything out since I was old enough to have my own library card, and my parents were worried more about the violent video games I was playing rather than comics.

I read everything and loved it. I also really liked Gates’ take on Kara. She was still an imperfect teenager but she wasn’t insufferably angsty or constantly fighting with Kal. She was going to give the secret identity another try and Lana had “adopted” her. It’s funny remembering how I enjoyed all that given my current thoughts on how Kara should work, but it was great at the time. I liked Gates introducing new foes for Kara, some classic Superman Rogues adapted for her like Bizzarogirl, others crafted specifically for her like Reactron. Gates’ basically rekindled my enjoyment of Kara the same way Busiek & Johns rekindled my enjoyment of Superman.

Of course it ended terribly like everything Superman-related seems to.

I’ve got a whole post I want to do about New Krypton and what came after. In short that is the most blatant example of “hitting the reset button” that I’ve ever seen. All the potential got wasted, and afterwards everything except Lex’s Action Comics stuff just didn’t appeal to me. Gates got booted off Kara for Nick Spencer who ended up leaving himself later, a promising Teen Titans line-up with Kara on it didn’t happen, and the last proper Pre-Flashpoint Superfamily story was a crappy team-up with Doomsday against Bigger Doomsday (thank God for Cornell’s final Luthor/Superman confrontation at least). When news of the reboot arrived, I was honestly happy. The Superline needed an enema.

Controversial opinion time: I liked New 52 Supergirl. It’s weird because a lot of the stuff I hated about Kelly’s run was here, and a lot of the stuff I loved about the Gates’ run was not. This was angry, moody, emotional Kara again, fighting with Kal and not fond of Earth. But I was in my teens at this point, and I didn’t want happy go-lucky Superman or Supergirl. I wanted my heroes angry, scared of the future, ready to go out there and smash some cars. Morrison’s Action Comics was 100% my jam (still is once I really understood the deeper meaning beneath the work) and this Kara felt like a natural fit for this universe. Plus we got Asrar on art and that guy made it damn pretty to look at, lots of cool science fiction stuff going on, even with the dumb H’el storyline.

I loved all the new Rogues Kara got. I loved her new Fortress under the ocean. I loved how traumatized she was by the loss of Krypton, that she wanted more than anything to go home, that her cousin was like a stranger to her since they had been apart for so long. I found all of that incredibly relatable. A lot of the New 52 Supergirl stories might have been schlock but it was my type of schlock damnit, and I enjoyed it!

I kept with her New 52 series all the way through the Red Daughter Saga (which I loved). As someone who grew up on Johns GL (since that was the only comics my home library had), seeing a Supercharacter join a Lantern Corp was the hypest thing ever. I loved the finale about Kara finally letting go of her anger and losing the ring while smashing her foe into the sun, it was incredibly cathartic for me as an angry teen myself. I finally stopped following her series sometime after since I was no longer enjoying the Superline or really DC as a whole. It wasn’t until I heard that New 52 Superman died and the “old” Superman was back, that I checked back into DC.

DC Rebirth & How I Think Kara Should Work

I did not enjoy Supergirl Rebirth, and I think I’ll talk about my problems with it alongside how I think Kara as a character should work since the two are related. A pet peeve of mine that has formed over the years is this: I don’t like it when Superfamily members get turned into Clark clones. Kon wearing glasses and going to Smallville High. Kara going to high school and being involved in journalism. Jon more or less being written as a copy of his dad personality-wise. I hate that kind of stuff because it’s boring. What’s the point of a Superfamily if everyone is just copying Clark? It also doesn’t fit the characters especially in Kara’s case. Why the hell does she want to be a journalist? Were there journalists on Krypton? I don’t remember ever seeing one! Shouldn’t she want to be, I dunno, a scientist? That seems to have been the El family tradition, wouldn’t she have been groomed for that?

This one-off by Shea is honestly the only acceptable outcome for Kara going into journalism for me. She realizes she’s just copying her cousin and switches to something she wants to do. So Orlando copying the show, which already basically turned Kara into an expy of her cousin, just did not appeal to me at all. What had worked for me under Gates way back when was not clicking for me this time. I wanted to see Kara embody the principles of the S-shield in a different way than her cousin did. So I really enjoyed when Rebirth ended and we moved into the Bendis era with Andrekyo relaunching the title as Kara in space.

Kara in space has always felt like a good fit for me. Unlike Kal I’ve come to believe that Kara really shouldn’t be all that fond of Earth. For him it’s home, but for her it’s just where she ended up after her real home got destroyed. I think Kara works well as a sort of nomad, occasionally making stops back home to Earth to check on her cousin, but otherwise? She’s more comfortable out in space than she could ever be on Earth. Out in space she can be Kryptonian (which is what she should think of herself as in contrast to Clark being torn between his Kryptonian biology and human upbringing, and Jon/Kon identifying as human), be her true self, not have to pretend to be human to fit in. Kara founding a moon refuge was one of the best ideas for her that I’ve seen, I would love if DC made her Future State refugee center on the moon canon. I’m excited for more Kara adventures in space with the upcoming Tom King story.

Also love that her and Krypto are getting tied together, if they don’t want to use Krypto in Superman’s stuff, let her have him! Bring on cosmic adventurer Supergirl!

Personality & Other Traits

Kara to me should be more hot-tempered than her cousin. All the Superfamily members should have a temper in my opinion, I see that as the “Deadly Sin” of Superman and his family. But while Kal is like a simmering pot that will explode if it’s left cooking for too long, Kara is like dynamite. Light her fuse at your own peril because she will go off on you.

I also like the idea of Kara being rash. Kal’s got a maturity that came from over a decade of having to live with Lex Luthor constantly getting away with all his evil schemes. He’s patient because he’s been forced to be. Kara? If you ask for her help she’ll give it, but beware because she doesn’t really care about the long term impacts of her decisions. She’s an invulnerable teenager after all.

Really liked that Venditti Annual where Kara got tutored in history by a reincarnation of Hawkman. Kara having a passion for history is a neat trait, would be nice to see her teach Kal or Jon some Kryptonian lore, or have her lead a Kryptonian holiday celebration for the Superfamily because she’s the only one who remembers how to do it. 

Sexuality wise I know a lot of people ship Kara and Lena on account of the chemistry between the two in the show. I haven’t watched the show myself but I’m fine with making Kara bisexual, the Superfamily could use some LGBT+ rep, and Lena hasn’t done anything of worth as a villain, so undo that and throw the two together. If we’re letting Harley and Ivy get away with murder I think we can let Lena off the hook too, undo the Ultrawoman weirdness and put the two together. Could be fun seeing the two building that moon refuge together.

All in all I think Kara is a great character who is a stronger embodiment of the immigrant experience than even her cousin in some ways. I hope King does a good job with her, she’s treated better than her cousin on the film side, and that overall the 20s are a better decade for Supergirl than the 10s were.

[dreamiehrs]

a Christmas miracle ➛ z.cl

genre: fluff, comedy/crack, bestfriend!chenle, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort somewhat

pairing: zhong chenle x reader

word count: 2,588 words

warning(s): some swearing

summary: Christmas had been the same old same old holiday for you and your family for plenty of years now, fully embracing the tradition of meeting up with family, exchanging presents, and enjoying each other’s presence on Christmas day. however, this year seemed to feel quite different, with your family quite literally forgetting that Christmas even existed, and with you all stuck in your apartment alone in the snowy city, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do for Christmas this year. unbeknownst to you, though, your sneaky best friend had a trick up his sleeve, and he was determined to make this Christmas one you’ll remember forever.

note: this is a part of mylin’s @suh-insane​ and sunny’s @neocitybynight​ Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab! this is my first time participating in a collab solely for Christmas, so I hope you all enjoy this fic of mine! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all have an amazing and safe Christmas this year, and I just wanted to let you all know that I appreciate and love you guys so so SO much! (and to the people who don’t celebrate it, I still hope you all have a wonderful day nonetheless!)

prompts chosen: “when we finally kiss goodnight how I’ll hate going out in the storm! but if you’ll really hold me tight all the way home I’ll be warm.” + “that’s what Christmas memories are made from. they’re not planned; they’re not scheduled. nobody puts them in their blackberry. they just happen.”

for the past few months, time seemed to fly by without leaving a trace behind, and before you knew it, it was already Christmas day. if it was any other year, you would’ve woken up earlier, around 6 AM to be precise, and start your trek to your parents house with their gifts in hand. however, since your parents and the rest of your family got caught up in other ordeals, and quite literally forgot that Christmas even existed, you had woken up quite later than 6 AM. 9 AM, if you were being specific.

you had still bought your family presents for Christmas, of course, and took the time to wrap them and spiffy them up yourself with various different kinds of Christmas wrapping paper you’ve collected over the years as a pro wrapper (in actuality, it was just your mother giving you extra wrapping paper when she accidentally bought too much, so you weren’t entirely a pro wrapper, per se). what you were trying to say is that you put a lot of thought into buying and decorating presents for your family, and you were sort of down about how you wouldn’t be able to give them their presents in person this year.

basically, what you were trying to get across is that you quite literally had no plans for Christmas this year, and you were probably going to spend your entire day wailing away in your apartment.

nonetheless, you pulled yourself out of bed after being in deep thought for thirty minutes straight, and decided to actually not wail away in your apartment for the rest of the day. it was time to be festive, you thought to yourself, as you slowly made your way around your room to move your curtains aside to let some sunlight seep in. although you were in a brooding mood, you didn’t entirely want your room to reflect that.

you huff to yourself as you slide your feet against the carpet floor, swinging open your closet doors and glancing over all of your clothes, none of them really catching your attention. you sigh before closing both of your closet doors dramatically, turning around and heading towards your dresser. you can faintly hear your phone buzz on your nightstand as you pull on one of the knobs on one of your dresser drawers that contains your pajama pants. you grab a random pair of snug pajama pants and opt to keep the same pajama shirt you wore to bed last night on before heading to the bathroom to change.

after taking some time to get dressed and brush your teeth, you finally exit your bathroom and toss the pajama shorts you wore last night in your hamper. you snatch your phone and stash it in your pocket before making your way towards your miniature kitchen. you promptly grab your kettle and fill it up with water, waiting for it to reach the third line before placing it on your stove. you move the dial until its exactly on high temperature, and you’re about to start to make yourself breakfast until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

fed up with how active your phone had been for the past thirty minutes, you finally fish your phone out of your pocket and lean against the counter next to your stove.

your phone contained the usual notifications, such as Instagram likes, Team Snapchat sending you a Christmas snap, your best friend chenle spamming your phone- wait, your best friend chenle spamming your phone? that was FAR from your usual notifications, and you were honestly quite surprised that he was contacting you on Christmas day this year. he’s usually spending it with his family all day, and never texts you back until he gets back home, which is around eight PM.

without thinking, you unlock your phone and tap on the messages icon, and your jaw almost drops when you see how many messages he sent you within the past few hours. since 6 AM, chenle has sent you over one hundred messages, and for once, you were grateful that you were a heavy sleeper, because if you were a light sleeper and woke up to every single one of his messages, you would’ve lost your mind.

you [9:45 AM]: please chenle what do you WANT FROM ME

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: WOW YOU’VE FINALLY WOKEN UP FROM UR DEEP SLUMBER

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER GOING TO WAKE UP

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: took u long enough smh

you [9:46 AM]: ...is this really how you’re going to treat me on Christmas day??

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: I treat you like this all the time. what makes you think that today’s gonna be any different?

you [9:47 AM]: …

lele the dumdum [9:47 AM]: anyways… MY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL BESTIE WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRISTMAS TODAY

lele the dumdum [9:48 AM]: DO ANY OF UR PLANS INVOLVE ME POTENTIALLY COMING OVER??? O.O

you [9:48 AM]: is this why you’ve been spamming my phone SINCE 6 AM!?!?!

you [9:48 AM]: also why were you awake at 6 am anyways

you [9:49 AM]: did your crush finally text you back or are you still drowning in loneliness like usual

lele the dumdum [9:50 AM]: I don’t even have a crush??? who told you that false information

you [9:50 AM]: the little elves running around my house whispered it in my ear last night

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: I think you’re going to delusional

you [9:51 AM]: I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case at this point

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: MOVING ON

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

you [9:53 AM]: me planning to wail in sorrow all day is very important to you??

lele the dumdum [9:53 AM]: ...excuse me what?? UR GOING TO WAIL IN SORROW ALL DAY ON CHRISTMAS DAY!?!?

lele the dumdum [9:54 AM]: this is not acceptable. I am coming over right now to spread some of my FESTIVENESS AND JOLLINESS with you :D

you [9:55 AM]: chenle you really don’t have to-

lele the dumdum [9:55 AM]: TOO BAD IM OMW RN AS WE SPEAK

you [9:56 AM]: at least bring some festivities, games, and snacks with you 🙄

lele the dumdum [9:56 AM]: oh shit you have a point

lele the dumdum [9:57 AM]: BRB ILL BE THERE IN 30

you knew that once chenle had made his mind up about something, he wasn’t going to change it that easily, so it would be futile to try and stop him now. you don't bother replying to his last message, and you shove your phone back in your pocket a few moments before your kettle whistles. you move on from chenle tormenting you for twelve minutes straight and make yourself some tea and breakfast instead.

it was now around 10:30 AM, and you had just finished digesting your breakfast when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket again. you were lying down on your small, beige couch, with your cold tea sat on the coffee table a few feet away. you were still in your pajamas, with no intent of changing into actual clothes anytime soon.

once again, you fish your phone out of your pocket to see what nonsense chenle was texting you this time.

lele the dumdum [10:31 AM]: open up, bitch

you [10:31 AM]: I thought I gave you a spare key??

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: shit I forgot it

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: anyways OPEN UP

you lazily lift yourself up from off of your couch, grasping your mug of cold tea on the way to the door. you take your time unlocking your door, halfly because you felt like annoying chenle, and halfly because you were just over today in general.

the first thing that stands out to you once you swing open your front door is how different your outfit looks compared to chenle. he was all bundled up with plenty of layers to keep him warm while adventuring the city, and meanwhile you adorned white and pink striped pajamas with socks on. you also noticed that he had a dark grey bookbag on his back, and was holding two full bags in his hands.

the two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds until chenle breaks the silence with: “I think this is the most I’ve seen you look like a complete old person. there have been other times, but the old person persona is just jumping out at me right now.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t say that when you yourself have dressed up as an old person before.”

“yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off, passing by you to slip his shoes off and to take off his five hundred layers. “it doesn’t matter whether you look like an old person, it mainly matters whether you have the spirit of an old person, you know?”

“I cannot comprehend your words this early in the morning. we can have a conversation about whether I act like an old person later.” you say as you watch him remove his large, dark green jacket and place it onto your coat rack. you can hear him scoff at your remark, and you grin as you see the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.

“early in the morning? y/n it’s only-” he pauses to check his phone “10:32 AM. that’s early for you?”

“I woke up at 9 AM, you dum.”

“oh,” he swivels around to face you after taking his shoes off and removing all of his additional layers. “makes sense, I guess. you’ve only been awake for an hour and a half, so you’re probably not fully awake yet. I mean, I’ve been awake since 6 am, and I’m bursting with energy compared to you.”

you give him a deadpan expression in response to what he said, and he can’t help but burst out laughing at your reaction. he steps up beside you and pats your shoulder gently. “well, besides that, I’m gonna be the one who helps you burst with energy like I am right now! follow me!” he whisper-shouts a few inches away from your ear, and you can feel his hand leave your shoulder and grasp your right hand in a matter of seconds.

he leads you back towards your couch, and even somehow manages to help you set your mug down even though he has bags in his hands. the two of you plop down on your couch, and you almost melt at how soft and comfortable your couch was. you closed your eyes for a few seconds as chenle rustled through his bags beside you, and you don’t know how much time has passed when chenle starts to snap his fingers at you.

“y/n, I am not going to deal with your sleepy ass right now. I spent around forty minutes scurrying around the city to find things to lift your mood, and I am not going to let those forty minutes go to waste just because you’re tired.”

you groan and roll to the other side, facing away from chenle. “just five more minutes…”

surprisingly, you’re met by silence in response to your wish of wanting five more minutes of rest, but that silence doesn’t last when you feel something cold touch your face.

you screech and immediately open your eyes to witness chenle pressing an ice cube onto your forehead. you swat the ice cube off of your forehead as quick as you can, and stare up at chenle like he’s gone completely mad. “what was that for?”

he grins proudly. his plan had worked. “awake now? great. now, help me figure out what we should do first.”

“I think you’ve gone mad. I cannot believe you just woke me up by pressing an ice cube onto my forehead.” you complain, still feeling the coldness of the ice cube on your forehead. when you finally move to face him now, you see that he had brought plenty of things for you two to entertain yourselves.

“I could’ve done worse things, like dip my hand into freezing water and press it against your face, but I was feeling generous today, so I decided to spare you the pain.”

you scoff. “right. anyways, what’d you bring?”

he glances at you excitedly before getting into it. “well, I brought plenty of snacks, some fizzy drinks, some board games, some movies I rented that we could watch together, some candy, etc. I honestly brought everything that I thought you would like with me, so I really hope all of this is enough to make your Christmas day a little bit more festive. I may have also bought you a present, but besides that… let’s get this party started! ...y/n?”

he tears his gaze away from the couch to up to your face, and you don’t entirely register that you’re crying until a few minutes after staring into his eyes. “oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’m just really grateful that you decided to come all this way to cheer me up on Christmas day, and you brought so many things with you as well to make me feel better so… thank you, chenle.”

he beams at you even though he can feel a tear threatening to fall from his left eye, and instead of letting you see him cry as well, he quickly wraps his arms around your figure, bringing you into a tight hug. “of course, y/n. you know I’d do anything for you, right? if you’re down, I’m going to cheer you up in some way, shape, or form, and if you feel like watching the world burn, then I’ll be right by your side.”

“awh, stop it, you’re going to make me cry even more.” you faintly hit his back with your hand, and he giggles as a few tears fall down his face.

the two of you stay like that for a good five more minutes, which is enough time for chenle to regain his composure and act like he didn’t shed a few tears in the process. he slowly leaves your grasp, taking a good look at your face and wiping some tears off of your face with his thumb. “you know what I think will make you feel better?”

you grin. “what?”

he smiles before swiveling around to rustle through his bookbag, and your eyes widen when you finally process what he’s up to.

the next moment happens so quickly you can barely register that it’s happening. chenle swivels around with two nerf guns in his hands, throws you one that lands perfectly in your arms, and declares: “me completely destroying you in a nerf gun battle will make you feel better.” before he releases fire on you.

you shriek as you run across your apartment, trying to avoid the plastic bullets that chenle was littering your apartment with. eventually, he does win the battle, and it does make you feel better in the end, but let’s not mention that or else his ego will run wild, alright?

[favefandomimagines]

The Day He Was Waiting For (e.b.)

Summary: it’s the best day of bucks’s life.

AN: i love 911, it literally has taken over my entire life, the spin off included and Buck owns my heart. i’m not expecting this to blow up but i needed to share my love for Evan Buckley. and thanks to Vanderpump Rules, i’m in dream wedding mode so forgive me. 

Buck stood in front of the mirror in his room, straightening out the fancy suit he was wearing.

“Well don’t you look spiffy.” Eddie said entering the room. Buck chuckled lightly as he adjusted the tie. “How do I look?” He asked his best friend.

Eddie smiled happily before replying. “You look real handsome. Never thought I’d see you in a suit like this.” He answered. “Today’s the day. How do you feel?” Eddie added. “I’m ready for the rest of my life to start.” Buck replied.

“And that’s about to happen in ten minutes.” Eddie said. “Buck, are you ready?” Maddie asked before she got a good look at her little brother. Tears began to well in her eyes as she looked at Buck. “Maddie, don’t. Don’t cry yet, the wedding hasn’t even started.” He said. “I’m sorry, it’s just my baby brother is getting married.” She replied, going to hug Buck. 

“Guys, Buck has to be standing at the alter in less than five minutes or Y/N is going to lose it.” Eddie interrupted. Buck let out a short breath as he finalized his appearance. 

Maddie left the room, Buck and Eddie following behind. 

Chimney, Bobby and Hen were already sitting in their seats at the venue when Buck walked up towards the alter. “Never thought I’d see the day where Buck was getting married.” Chim joked. “But if he were to marry anyone it would be Y/N.” Hen added. 

“You need to be standing at the alter. Y/N is ready to go behind those doors.”  Maddie interjected. 

Buck’s heart began to race as he took his place at the front of the room. He never imagined he would be getting married at 28 but there he was. Standing in a fancy suit, in front of all the people he cared about who loved the two of you. 

On the other side of the doors, you were pacing slightly as you waited for your bouquet. Maddie had it in a vase for you so the flowers wouldn’t wilt just yet.

“Why are you pacing? Are you gonna run?” Your friend and maid of honor asked you. “No, I’m not going to run. I’m just nervous but the good kind of nervous. Maddie is getting the bouquet.” You answered. “Here it is! I have it!” Maddie called, handing you your bouquet. You took it gratefully as your maid of honor was fixing your veil and you were smoothing out your dress.

“Are you ready?” Maddie asked. “Oh I’ve been ready.” You said with a small laugh. Before you could even take a step towards the wooden doors, Eddie comes through panting. “What the hell is going on?” You asked. “Your uncle and Buck’s uncle are uh, sparring.” Eddie answered. 

You saw Buck and Bobby trying to pull the two grown men from each other You clenched your jaw and pushed Eddie out of the way before stomping down the aisle towards your fighting relatives. 

“Okay, stop!” You yelled. “This is supposed to be a wedding. My wedding. And I don’t want you two fighting over your difference in football teams at my wedding. So if there is one more punch thrown before this ceremony even starts, I will have you arrested. Our officiate is a cop after all.” You ranted. 

The room fell silent as you let out a frustrated sigh. You looked over at Buck and saw that his hand was over his eyes so he wouldn’t see you in your wedding dress. “Buck, why are you covering your eyes?” You asked. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding with our track record of disastrous events, I’m not taking any chances.” He explained. 

People began to chuckle as you smiled to yourself. “Well then I don’t want to keep you waiting.” You spoke. 

After you regrouped and everyone was calm and collected, the music played and everyone stood up. The doors opened and you and Bobby walked down the aisle. 

Bobby was giving you away because he was like family for as long as you’ve known him and sadly, your dad passed away during 9/11. Ever since you brought Buck home to meet your mother, she always thought that your dad helped whatever higher power there was, to put the two of your together. 

Buck saw you and he felt like the whole world stopped spinning. No matter how cliche it sounds, it was like everyone watching just disappeared and it was just you and him. 

He cleared his throat and told himself not to cry because of his pride. But then he thought screw his pride, and let a couple of stray tears fall. 

You hugged Bobby when you got to the alter and handed Maddie your bouquet. She was your maid of honor because you didn’t have sisters and Maddie was always closest to you. 

The ceremony went as usual until it came for the two of you to read your vows. Buck went first and pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. 

“Y/N, when I met you, you were just the girl I had a crush on. The funny, beautiful, independent but stubborn girl. My mom always told me that the one was going to find me unexpectedly. And you were definitely unexpected. But in the best way possible. You changed my life and made me believe in love again. When I look at you, I see my future. I see us in a house in the suburbs with the dog you’ve always wanted. I see you being the mother of my children and I see us spending the rest of our lives together. We’ve been through hell and back and we ended up here. Because we were supposed to end up here. I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N and I can’t wait until we have the same last name.” Buck finished. 

You were trying your best not to smear your makeup because you still had pictures to take after the ceremony. 

“I had a hole in my heart for 18 years. A missing piece that I thought would always be there. I didn’t smile the same, laugh the same, act the same. But then I met you, Buck and you changed everything. You make me happy in a way no one else can. You’re the reason why I’m smiling again. And the best part is, you don’t even have to try to make me smile. You do that by simply loving me. My mom always said that my dad was helping whatever higher power there is and drove us together. He would want me to be with a firefighter,” You started. People chuckling at your comments about your dad.

“Evan Buckley you are my moon, my stars and everything in between and I will spend the rest of my life loving you.” You finished. 

There wasn’t a dry eye in the place after the two of exchanges vows. 

Buck looked at you as you smiled and was just hoping that the officiator would hurry up so he could kiss you. 

“Can I kiss her yet?” Buck asked. Everyone laughed at his question, you included. “Not yet. We’re getting there.” Athena said. 

Athena was officiating your wedding because you and Buck shared her in common when you started dating. You were a doctor at the hospital and ran into both of them numerous times. It was only a matter of time before you did something about it. 

“Now, Do you Evan Buckley, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?” She continued. “I do.” Buck answered. 

“Do you Y/F/N Y/L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?” Athena asked you. “I do.” You answered. 

“The rings please.” Athena asked. 

Maddie stepped forward and handed you Buck’s ring while Eddie handed Buck your wedding band.

“Now Buck, repeat after me: With this ring, I thee wed, and pledge you my love, now and forever. ” Athena said. “Y/N, with this ring I thee wed, and pledge my love now and forever.” Buck repeated as he slid the ring on your finger. “Y/N, repeat after me: Evan, with this ring I thee wed, and pledge my love now and forever.” She said. 

You repeated his words and slid the silver ring on Buck’s finger. “By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride!” Athena finished. 

“About damn time.” Buck commented before kissing you deeply. The guests cheered and applauded as you and Buck sealed your marriage. 

When the two of you parted, he took your hand and the two of you walked back down the aisle. Ready to start the rest of your lives together. 

[modern-fae-female]

Words of Enchantment

Hello! So this is a Lucien x OC story, since I am practically in love with him. Any other stories I have written are discontinued as I do not like them and didn’t have time to finish them. Now that I am on summer I hope to finish this one! Eleanor dearly loved her grandfather, so when she opened up her shop, she made sure it had all of the little things he loved. The little bits of his soul. Books for his love of reading, a small bakery that had his favorite treats, maps hung up to show his yearn for travel, pins from his collection, and crystals from the stories he told Eleanor growing up about their healing powers. Eleanor was much like her grandfather, in the sense that she loved these things as well, but none as much as her grandfather himself.

 When he was killed due to a rade from Amarantha’s soldiers, Eleanor was heartbroken. They lived more on the outskirts of the city, where they believed would be safer during her reign. Sadly her army still traveled and raided their town, causing many deaths including her grandfather. Eleanor was heartbroken, moved through life as a ghost for months, and didn't know how to live without him. Finally when Amarantha’s reign was over, and the Day Court was being restored back to its glory, Eleanor decided to open her  shop in honor of him. People who went there often didn’t know it was based on her grandfather, but she didn’t need them to. She knew and that was enough.

  Eleanor often prided herself on knowing exactly what her customers needed. Whether it was a type of book, a pastry to lift up their mood, a map to help them travel, a pin as a present to someone, or a crystal to help them heal. Eleanor seemed to know exactly what they needed, that was until a man with fiery red hair walked into her store.  Eleanor’s shop, Words of Enchantment, was never very busy, much to her content. She preferred to have her peace and calm and not deal with chaos. That was why she loved to live out here with her grandfather. 

The town was fairly small, most people knew one another and would keep to themselves, that was except her best friend Winnie. Winnie had a talent for getting into other people's business and reporting it all back to Eleanor. That’s why she wasn’t surprised when Winnie was the first to tell her about High Lord Helion naming Lucien Vanserra his heir to the throne. Eleanor was surprised to hear that the son of Autumn was actually Helion’s son and would be training there at the Day Court to one day take over the throne. To Eleanor, Helion seemed like a great leader to them, and she could only believe that Lucien would too. Nothing changed in their town after the announcement. Fae continued to live their lives, coming in and shopping at Worlds of Enchantment.

 “Eleanor, Eleanor, you will never believe what I just found out!” Winnie came yelling into Eleanor’s apartment above the shop. This was a common occurrence for her to break in to tell her news. 

“Yes Winnie, what is happening in the world now.”

 “Lord Lucien and some members of the Day Court are traveling around the outskirts of the court and are going to stop by our town!” This perked up Eleanor’s attention. Since they never had trouble and were far away from the main cities, people from the court never came here. Why were they now?

“Really, what for?”

“Apparently Lord Lucien wanted to ensure towns like ours on the outskirts were doing ok after Amarantha’s reign and is making a point to stop into towns like ours and check in.” 

“He is probably trying to get good with us so we will like him when he is named High Lord.”

 “Do you always have to think so logically? Yes he probably is, but still. We never get Lords here. Can you imagine how handsome he is. I mean coming from the Autumn and Day court, wow.” Eleanor chuckled at this, Winnie often liked to be the romance in everything. Eleanor preferred to read it in her books. 

“Well, when will they be arriving?”

“I don’t know the exact day, but I believe it will be sometime next week. Oh, we have so much to prepare to make the town look good. We need to look good as well. We need to spiffy up the shops, buy new outfits, maybe try a new hairstyle, and-”

“Winnie, why do we need to look good. Yes I will touch up the shop and talk to my neighbors about doing the same, but why do we need a touch up?”

“I honestly don’t know how I can be friends with you sometimes. Eleanor, these are some of the highest ranking fae in the court, we need to look good for them. Who knows, maybe you will turn the eye of one.”

“Ha, you honestly think I could do that. Have you seen me? I’m barely 5’3”, my crazy frizzy hair, I am nowhere near as skinny as you are thanks to my many stomach rolls and big thighs. So you can go spiffy up, but I will stick in here with my pants and sweaters. Thank you very much.”Winnie signed at her best friend, judging herself as she so often did.

 “You are still beautiful Eleanor. Come on, if you at least come with me pick out one dress for yourself, help me with some outfits, I will buy you a new sweater and you can pick the place for dinner on Friday.” Eleanor did want a new sweater and wanted to go anywhere but a bar on Friday

. “Ugh, fine. One dress.”

“Yay,” Winnie ran over to hug her best friend, “I love you!” 

“Love you to Winn, but I have to finish getting ready so I can open the shop.”

“Ok, bye!” Winnie ran out, probably to tell anyone and everyone about the visitors.

 Growing up Eleanor would wear pants and sweaters, much like her grandfather. She especially did now, since he wasn’t here to joke about how they matched. The rest of the week went mostly as usual. Eleanor did get some paint and touched up the shop, as did most store owners. There was a slight buzz in the air in anticipation for the Lords. Winnie did pick out a dress for Eleanor that wasn’t horrible and bought 3 more for herself. Eleanor was just happy to have a new sweater and have soup for dinner that night. 

As the days blurred into the next week, the Fae in their town grew more and more anxious for their arrival. Finally on Tuesday afternoon, Winnie came running into the store to tell her of their arrival. 

“Eleanor!!!! They're here! Come on, come on, let's go see them!” Before Eleanor had time to argue Winnie grabbed her hand and was dragging her out of the store and through the streets. 

 Soon they reached a crowd of people around a carriage and some horses which Eleanor could only assume it was the Lords. 

 “There is the third in command of the court, and there is the head cartographer, and there is..” Winnie went on to point out several more high ranking Fae, but they didn’t see Lord Lucien anywhere.  “Hmm, I wonder where Lord Lucien is. Maybe they put him in a more secure location in town,” Winnie said as practically reading her mind. 

“Hello everyone. As you know we are traveling to see what towns need help as we are now free from Amarantha’s reign. We will be here for 3 days, going around and seeing if anyone needs help. Please do not let us disturb your routine. Thank you for your hospitality,” said a man who Eleanor remembered Winnie saying was third in command. People cheered at the end of his words. 

Since their town was not hit hard Eleanor hardly expected people to really need anything from them, she certainly didn’t. As Winnie and a few others went up to them to ask God knows what, Eleanor made her way back to her shop, getting away from the crowd. Soon she reached her store, and made her way back in and over to the register, though the doubted anyone would come in today.

 “Hello.” Eleanor jumped at the sound of a male voice coming from one of the aisles. She quickly turned to find a tall male there. He had fiery red hair, likely from the autumn court. That could only mean one thing. Heir to the throne, Lord Lucien Vanserra was here, in her store. Oh fuck.

 “Oh, Lord Lucien, hello.” Eleanor started to make her way down to bow but was quickly stopped. 

“Oh please you do not need to bow, and it’s just Lucien.” Eleanor nodded, not quite knowing what to say or do. She was rather shy in general, and had one of the most important people in the court in her store who, much to her demise, was well gorgeous. Damn Winnie for being right. 

“Is this your store?” Eleanor was pulled out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice, which was just as beautiful as him. Damn Winnie.

 “Uh, yes. I own it and run it,” said Eleanor, trying to muster up a bit of confidence in her. 

“Well it's a beautiful store, has a little bit of everything. Can I look around some more?” He is asking her to look around some more? He was the lord!

“Of course, look around as long as you want,” He nodded and went back down the aisle to the back of the store. Eleanor made her way to the register and tried to calm herself down. She made her way over the pins and crystals and started to reorganize them, hoping it would take her mind off of the male in the store. 

“I think I would like to purchase these books and a pastry if I may.” He just has to be such a nice gentleman?!

“Of course,” Eleanor grabbed the books as he handed them to her,”Which pastry would you like?” 

“Which one is your favorite?” 

“Oh uh, I really like the raspberry and chocolate tart, but you can get whatever you want.”

 “Well then I will take one raspberry and chocolate tart.” Eleanor nodded and got it out for him along with wrapping up his books. 

“Here,” Lucien said while handing her money. Way too much money.

 “Oh, this is too much. Here,” she said, giving him back his change.

 “No please, keep it. Thank you for your pastry advice,” and he started to make his way out of the store, but not before taking a bite of it. “Wow, this is delicious. Thank you again,” and he left the store. 

As he was leaving Eleanor could see Winnie making her way back to the store and Lucien leaving. He gave her a smile and made his way back into town. 

“Was that Lord Lucien leaving the store!!?” Winnie practically yelled as they got inside. 

“Yes it was, and he liked my pastry,” Eleanor replied, not believing she just said that. 

[crusherthedoctor]

Sonic Villains: Sweet or Shite? - Part 15: DR. EGGMAN

There are some villains I like. And there are some villains I don’t like. But why do I feel about them the way I do? That’s where this comes in.

This is a mini-series of mine, in which I go into slightly more detail about my thoughts on the villains in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and why I think they either work well, or fall flat (or somewhere in-between). I’ll be giving my stance on their designs, their personalities, and what they had to show for themselves in the game(s) they featured in. Keep in mind that these are just my own personal thoughts. Whether you agree or disagree, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions! I don’t bite. :>

Anyhow, for today’s installment, it’s finally time for him. The bad doctor himself. Gather round ladies and gentleman, for the spotlight is on the arch-villain that shines above them all... Dr. Eggman.

The Gist: It's the dawn of the 90's. A little company called SEGA had an ephiphany. They wanted to make a video game juggernaut that could rival the quality and iconic appeal of the then-unmatched Super Mario Bros, and their current star, Alex Kidd, just wasn't doing it in the way that they hoped. They promptly set about starting anew, as a worldwide phenomenon wasn't going to make itself.

So a gentleman named Naoto Ohshima created a selection of design concepts for this brand new mascot. One of these concepts was President Roosevelt in his pajamas.

Seen here with his catgirl body pillow.

The response to this character was “This is good, but we think kids would prefer kicking the shit out of him”, and so he was given an antagonistic role instead. In the meantime, after juggling the rest of their ideas, they eventually settled on a rabbit hedgehog named Sonic for their main protagonist, knowing his Mickey Mouse-like aesthetic would help endear him to the audience, and the franchise as a whole would have an easier time gaining a DeviantART fanbase later on down the line.

Initially, the character of today's review was but a mere lackey among many, seemingly little more than one of numerous minions working for Sonic's originally intended main villain, the Nonspecific Goblin. He was also dressed as a bee for some reason.

Which is the least weirdest thing in this image.

At some point however, they all got together and decided that actually, the guy with the moustache was the only one worth shit, and so he was upgraded to the role of main villain himself. With a spiffy new attire of red and black, he was given the bold title of Dr. Eggman, because with a shape like that, what else are you gonna call him?

“Funny you should say that”, laughed SEGA of America, as they rebelled like an angsty teen and named him Dr. Ivo Robotnik instead. While this name does make equal sense for the character, as he is indeed a hard worker who also happens to like robots, the reason for this name's existence seems to have been mainly because they thought Eggman was too out there of a name for an egg-like man. Whatever the case, this would confuse a lot of fans for years, and remains a point of divisiveness to this day... Unless you're like me and your first game in the series was Advance 2, in which the manual clears it up right away, and you accept the idea of a character having two names and immediately carry on with your life.

He would have aimed it perfectly if it weren't for the Sonic Heroes Parrot distracting him.

And that was that, really. It didn't take long for them to come up with his characterization, which was that of a cackling fiend with an ego to end all egos. This guy was the Narcissist Alpha, more king than actual kings, no strings attached. Other villains would build statues of themselves, but only Robotnik would deface Ancient Egyptian monuments to improve them with his face. Other villains would think “Nah, refacing all four in Rushmore would look silly”, but only the Eggman, the Eggmyth, the Egglegend, would go “Well fuck you, I'm doing it anyway.” Then he'd do it anyway, and proceed to address to the entire world that he did in fact do it anyway.

It also didn't take long for them to develop his primary schtick. With the dynamic of Sonic VS Eggman, you had a classic rivalry between nature and technology. Interestingly enough however, this turned out to be executed more tactfully than your typical Amish-abiding examples in similar media. Never was technology itself regarded as a corruptive influence that you should never utilise no matter what. Rather, it was only as good or as evil as the person using it, with it just so happening that the villain loved machinery only slightly less than he loved himself, and it was countered by Sonic’s best friend being a techno wiz in his own right anyway. Anyhow, with his machinery, the doctor would make a name for himself among video game baddies by confronting his enemy as the boss of nearly every zone in each game, rather than hide away until the endgame.

And all without a driver's licence.

In his soon-to-be-30 years of activity, he has largely remained the same since his inception. Other characters have been introduced, other villains have came and went, but Eggman has remained THE villain of the franchise, and he's remained a vital part of the Sonic the Hedgehog universe... with a slight redesign along the way.

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The Design: Eggman's design may be more simplistic than the likes of Bowser and Ganondorf, and he may not look as openly threatening at first glance, but it's still a very iconic look no matter what look it is. His original appearance was devised so that kids could have an easy time drawing him, which only makes me feel worse about not being able to do it as a grown adult without it looking like a Sexy Legs Kirby.

Still, it's a classic for a reason. With his to-the-point colour scheme, contrasting heavily with Sonic's blue, and his capelet collar resembling walrus tusks, it was an instant winner and made everyone goo goo for g'joob.

The Emeralds he’s juggling are a metaphor for the divided fan community.

And when it was time to give the cast an update for Sonic's first real 3D adventure (or at least the first one that didn't get axed for being a magic eye seizure), Eggman got a respectable change of his own. He was taller, his getup was militaristic, and his body was more legitimately egg-shaped rather than basketball-shaped. He also gained a pair of goggles that he never uses, except in scenes where he puts them on and then never uses them.

“How do my chicken legs not collapse under the might of my gluttonous mass? Find out in an unrelated tie-in novel that you have to pay additional money for.”

There was also that one redesign from 2006, but...

Be it Classic or Modern, I've always loved his design. Before he even says a word or does anything, you know from his appearance that he's a bit of a clownish sort. But he also has a subtle creepy vibe going on, with the way his glasses often obscure his eyes, and how this only makes the pearly-white, unnecessarily wide grin on his face that much more empty and unsettling. This little bit of eeriness hiding among his cartoonish physique reflects the full extent of his character pretty accurately, as we’ll delve into soon enough.

If nothing else, it's more effective than him having no eyes at all.

GRRRRRRRR FUCK YOU BUNNIES THAT I CAN'T SEE

The Personality: If you've seen my villain reviews, then you'll have gathered that Sonic's rogues aren't known for having much in the way of personality. There are exceptions, but they are indeed the exceptions. More often than not though, whether it's an alien conquerer, an ancient monster, or Dan Green the Recolour, they can be summed up thusly: They're evil, they want to destroy the world, and the heroes stop them because they're evil and want to destroy the world. If they're feeling particularly daring, they might go for a second colour.

Luckily, as if to counter all these cardboard drawings, the central adversary of the franchise makes up for these voids of personality by actually having one. And what a personality it is.

The writers of SatAM looked at this and thought “No, this won't do, there's no character to work with here.”

He really is brimming with comedic charm. Every moment that he's present...

Every moment that he shows off...

Every moment that he basks in his own glory...

Every moment that he unveils a new wicked scheme...

Every moment that he puts his enemies to the test...

Every moment that he challenges the world...

Every moment that he laughs at the world...

Every moment that he lives, nay, every moment that he breathes...

Yes, the man has plenty of humor, and it's part of what makes him so enjoyable and memorable. However, if you think being a clown is all there is to him, then prepare to have your expectations subverted initial assumptions taken in a unexpected direction, because although he puts the goof in goofy, he ALSO puts the “oh...?” in “oh shit”.

For you see, Eggman is by all means the epitome of Laughably Evil, but do not, under any circumstance, take him at face value and write him off as a joke. He is anything but.

For starters, he can swing a planet.

There is a rule of thumb that I personally go by with Eggman’s characterization, one that I believe is an immediate make or break factor in regards to whether or not you understand what makes this villain work. Eggman - when you put all his secondary traits aside - is made up of two prominent halves. There’s the egocentric meme machine that bounces up and down like a kid with his N64 and laughs like Santa... and there’s the monster buried within that remains completely and utterly unrepentant for everything he’s responsible for. This is very important. Despite the character’s simplicity at his core, many writers have failed to grasp this, official writers included, and I for the life of me cannot understand why this is such a recurring problem. Eggman is funny, AND Eggman is evil. Both are equal. When you take away one or the other, you may have a funny character, or you may have an evil character, but you don’t have Eggman. Simple as.

Armchair intellectuals may argue that Eggman’s deeds aren’t that evil, since he tends to be merely callous rather than actively trying to hurt or kill people. Those people are probably the types on TV Tropes who weigh a villain’s evilness and effectiveness purely through the surface-level scale of their goals rather than what they actually do to achieve them. While it is true that Eggman tends to be more apathetic about the aftermath of his actions, that doesn’t - and shouldn’t - negate how dangerous he is. It shouldn’t negate what he’s capable of. It shouldn’t negate how far he’s willing to go. And it shouldn’t negate the consequences and casualties that can and do result from his many schemes.

Seriously, think about this for a second. If you confronted Eggman about his current plan to... I dunno, make a water park in Africa or some shit, and you informed him that there has been unexpected mass suffering as a result of this, how do you think he would truly feel about that? What do you think he would actually say to that?

Spoiler: No fucks.

If anything, that he “merely” doesn’t care either way as long as he gets what he wants is more uniquely horrific and deplorable than if he were a generic baddie who committed his evulz specifically for evulz’s own sake and nothing more. At least you’re inadvertently acknowledging that other people’s lives have value when you act one-dimensionally gleeful over ending them, but when your immediate response to the side-effect of a million potential deaths and environmental disasters is “Oh well, fuck ‘em, Eggmanland time baybeeee”, that’s a new level of cruelty.

Besides, even in the Genesis era, he was carpet bombing Angel Island...

“Good thing I have this shield. Sucks to be this forest!”

And he’s only gotten worse since then, indulging in such acts as going full suicide bomber with a missile, after his initial plot to destroy and rebuild Station Square through the means of Chaos and the Egg Carrier didn’t work out...

But don’t worry, he kept it lighthearted by making it look like a penis.

Making one of Sonic’s friends go insane with power against their will, forcing the Blue Blur to put them down personally...

It’s ironic, cause he’s metal. Or do I have to awkwardly explain the joke two more times before I’m a proper YouTuber?

Capturing thousands of innocent aliens, and forcefully converting them into mindless beasts...

I’m pretty sure I saw Alfred Molina conduct this experiment one time.

He even removed the heroes’ collective IQs so that he could shoehorn a cliffhanger on an already terrible game.

Thanks, cunt.

And honestly? When it comes to Sonic and chums at least, Eggman does let out a more openly sadistic side now and then. Need I mention that time when the doctor forced Sonic and two random buddies to make their way through a trap-infested island of his own creation? Not for the sake of nabbing Chaos Emeralds or anything of the sort mind you, he just wanted the blue motor mouth to suffer.

Images you can hear.

To make matters even worse, as befitting of his manchild tendencies, he’s ridiculously petty. How petty? Petty enough to abduct a little girl’s mother for no other reason than because Cheese completely trivialized his forces the girl was friends with Sonic and helped participate in the latest kicking of his own ass.

He only picked Vanilla because there was no Strawberry.

But at least his captives can admire the sheer variety that their captor has to offer. One of the greatest things about the doctor's style is that anything goes. With all due respect to Bowser, he tends to stick with his fiery castles (although he has been branching out recently), and plenty of other villains in gaming tend to be similarly stuck in their ways when it comes to tastes. Eggman, on the other hand, will create all sorts of fortresses and reside anywhere on the planet and beyond. It can be in the sky, in space, somewhere hot, somewhere cold, under the sea, in a circus... and every now and then, he might combine some of them together and thensome. So long as it's even vaguely mechanical in some way, his ground rules have already been ticked off.

Hang on a minute...

You know what else Eggman is? Relentless.

Persistence is a quality that most villains by their very nature share, lest they cease to be an effective antagonist. But once again, Rrrrrrrobotnik maxes out more than any other, and will often go to insane lengths to keep the current plan going, or if not that, then to spite Sonic.

Exhibit A: Sonic 3 & Knuckles, in which the grand finale consists of the madman throwing a gravity-shifting contraption your way, busting out a Kaiju-sized robo, escaping with the Master Emerald after his defeat, continuing to escape even after the Death Egg has been thoroughly destroyed, getting chased through the asteroid fields in space by Super Sonic, and only finally going down when the escape craft and the piloted mech controlling the escape craft are down. And all of this came after a grand adventure where, among other things, he destroyed an entire level just to kill you.

There are immortal omnipotents that put up less of a challenge.

“Looks like it’s time for Plan... *checks paper*... F.”

His relentlessness also reveals another side of the doctor that is simultaneously admirable and terrifying: He bows to no one. No one. Doesn’t matter who it is. Doesn’t matter how powerful they are. Doesn’t matter how much the odds are stacked against him. If another villain were to demand that he cower before them, the scientist would laugh and show through physical demonstration that this is not the way the egg rolls. Unless he’s absolutely unable to do so, he will give it his all every time, and even if he can’t, he’ll use his crafty mind to find some other way to get around the issue. You can beat him in battle, you can foil his plans, but you absolutely cannot break his resolve.

“Dad said it’s my turn to play with the Ruby. I know this, because I’m your dad.”

What about his relationship with those who actually serve him? Specifically, his own robots? Well for the most part, he treats them like absolute crap, what with verbally abusing them at every corner and being all too willing to go full Vader on them the moment they mess up. He IS capable of expressing fondness and giving praise to his more successful creations, like with Metal Sonic and Gamma, but even then, it’s a roundabout way of praising himself, since he’s the one who made them what they are. So basically, you’re only valuable to him if you make him look good.

Gaming in the Clinton Years in a nutshell.

And as for Sonic? Yeah, like with any legendary and long-lasting hero/villain dynamic, it’s obvious that Eggman has some degree of begrudging respect for his opponent. But if you think this respect would dissuade him from actually going through with his ambitions of rulership...

As the hedgehog’s apparent demise in Sonic Adventure 2 proves, as well as his defeat at the hands of Infinite and the subsequent six months of brutal conquest in Sonic Forces, Eggman is dead serious about his goals. If you think he’d get bored after conquering the world, he would simply expand his resources and have a crack at conquering the rest of the universe. When he says he hates that hedgehog, I’m inclined to believe that he means it, and although he may enjoy his “games” with Sonic to an extent, I also can’t see him wanting to remain stuck on square one forever.

If this were Sonic X, he’d just grieve.

By the way, the scene above? Undeniable proof that for all the doctor’s boasting, he’s not actually lying or exaggerating when he prides himself on his brilliance. Because when you get past his goofy exterior, when you look beyond the occasional, relatively minor mistake (*glares at IDW*), you’ll see that... yes. He IS brilliant. And not just in the science department either, although his countless robots and strongholds over the years are no doubt a testament to his credentials there. While he may prefer to go in big and bold, he can also be shrewd with his strategies when he wants to be.

Sonic’s aforementioned near-death experience, for example, was the result of Eggman turning the heroes’ own cunning plan on its head by being one step ahead of them. And in Sonic Unleashed, he lured his enemy into a trap, culminating with him cancelling out Super Sonic.

“...and pay the price for your Werehog gameplay...”

And after all those years of struggling, he finally got a giant monster under his complete control. “But he had help!”, you say? Yeah, from himself.

Did Flynn sleep through all this...?

Much like his inner nature as an evil bastard, Eggman's effectiveness is likewise commonly underestimated by writers. Yes, he occasionally makes mistakes. Yes, he occasionally overlooks details. Yes, he occasionally lacks foresight. But he is NOT stupid. A hero is only as good as their villain after all, and if Eggman is portrayed as a bumbling fool, then how can Sonic be a truly great hero? Eggman is humorous, sinister, and when the chips are down, competent.

...Did I mention that he's also a master Olympian?

The Execution: There's no surprises here. You knew from the moment you saw this review that my stance wasn't going to be anything less than 100% fanboy adoration. In that respect, this section almost feels redundant, because there's only so many ways I can say “Dr. Eggman is the fucking shit and I'm eternally grateful to Mr. Ohshima for bringing this absolute masterpiece into our world” without it getting repetitive. So to cap this review off, I'm going to very briefly compare his portrayals in other media, and explain why they tend to not be as good as the original SEGA Eggman.

“Cause they’re not balanced, right?” you ask. “Cause they veer too far in a particular direction? You're so predictable,” you add. To that I say:

1. Yeah, basically.

2. ...S-Shut up...

3. While the conclusion may be obvious, it's nonetheless important because as I mentioned previously, despite how straightforward this villain is, writers seem absolutely intent on not getting the point. There are loads of villains out there who share Eggman's talent of mixing hilarity and evil together with a bow of competence on top. Two of those villains are among the most famous supervillains of all time, in fact. You might have heard of them.

Joker can do it just fine. Green Goblin can do it just fine. And plenty of others can do it just fine. So why is it such an issue with Eggman? What is it about a round body and a long moustache that gets people to think “No, this guy is absolutely incapable of being comedic and threatening at the same time, no question, end of.” Is it because he’s a more cartoony franchise? Well, that can't be the case, because even Mario has a couple of beloved examples. Fawful, anyone? How about Dimentio? Cackletta? King Boo? K. Rool? Hell, you could even count Bowser himself depending on the portrayal.

Anyway, the point is, writers tend to miss the mark for one reason or another. With Sonic X for example, he wasn't too bad in the beginning, but as the show went on, he became exactly the toothless non-villain that many people misjudge him as. We all know that scene where he berates Black Narcissus for harming their captives (not for pragmatic reasons mind you, he genuinely took issue with the act on moral grounds, even though his own hands weren’t exactly clean either), but even before that point, he was doing such things as healing an injured Sonic without an ulterior motive, not taking any opportunity whatsoever to start conquering Sonic's world because he was pining for Sonic's attention, and being the Jiminy Cricket to Chris Thorndyke's Pinocchio. Why they thought the goddamn villain should be the moral conscience of this show remains an unanswered question, but at least it no longer influences how he's portrayed in the games.

Then you have the IDW comic, which is a similar tale of starting off decent and then careening wildly into the abyss, but for different reasons. Initially, he was built up to be in-line with his competent, foresight-packed self from Forces, with his inevitable return being met with dread, and a delightfully devilish scheme to match when he finally did so. But somewhere along the way, Ian Flynn thought that Eggman coming back from his amnesiac period and returning stronger than ever with a new minion and a deadly virus wasn't enough to up the stakes... so they decided to “up the stakes” by turning both the doctor and his new minion into massive imbeciles so as to justify their plot getting hijacked by the Deadly Six, a move so predictable yet infuriating that it got even me to turn against the Six. And the reason the Six got invited in-universe is because Starline decided he didn’t like being unique and devolved into Snively 2.0 behind Eggman’s back. All this from the alleged “best writer” for the series...

Yeah, same.

And then you have the Boom version, which shares basically the same issues as Sonic X but in a more mundane fashion. It's easier to dismiss because it's a comedy-centric show and his redesign makes it easier to separate him from mainline Eggman, and I'll gladly admit that he does have a lot of genuinely funny lines that redeem him a little bit. But yeah, too much of not being a true villain for my tastes.

Now this isn't to say that there haven't been portrayals in other media that are up there with the original. The versions that I consider better off than the ones above include...

- The OVA Eggman is pretty faithful all things considered, aside from his romantic feelings for Sara, which feels slightly off since the idea of Eggman loving anyone other than himself is incredibly unrealistic at best. But it doesn't actually soften or undermine his deviousness, so I'm willing to let it slide for an alternate take. Especially since he gave us the best Metal Sonic out there.

- AoStH is far from a perfect show, but there's a reason why even its detractors tend to treat its version of Robotnik like a national treasure. Admittedly most of that is because of the legendary Long John Baldry and the endless memes associated with this incarnation, but despite hailing from a comedy-focused show like Boom Eggman, this Robotnik still had a lot of legitimately dangerous moments, more than you'd think.

- And of course, Jim Carrey's Robotnik in the Sonic movie is just... *chef's kiss*

So obvious aesop though it may be, but you see what the more effective portrayals have in common, I assume?

Granted, this also isn't to say that SEGA Eggman himself has had a perfect track record. The decade's worth of upstagings and backstabbings by other villains should be enough of a counterpoint to that claim, and I've also made it clear now and then that I take issue with certain games regarding what they do with the doc, no matter how revered they may be by other fans. Sonic Adventure 2, for instance. I praised the fake emerald scene, and I do sincerely believe that he has a number of other badass moments in that game, but because Shadow was playing him like a fool the whole time, I can't help but have a bitter taste in my mouth when I look at the bigger picture.

So close to greatness, yet so far...

So in that case, which game do I think has Eggman's best showing overall? That's not in any way an easy question, but lack of dialogue aside, I'm gonna go with Sonic 3 & Knuckles again, as the classic journey through the sights of Angel Island plays out in a way that highlights just how determined, ruthless, and underhanded he is with carrying out his mission to revive the Death Egg by any means necessary. Other games do win out in other areas - SA1 for how bastardly he is, Forces for how cunning he is, Colours for his hilarious announcements, CD for using the scenery to show the effects of his actions, Mania for not letting the other villain walk all over him - but for the purest essence of the doctor at his cartoony yet competent best, I'd say S3&K is a reasonable bet.

And when it comes to all his many traits, which one do I find the most special one of all? Well again, far from easy to answer, but I think the coolest aspect about him is also one of the most overlooked. Robotnik, despite whatever superhuman qualities he may occasionally unveil, is for all intents and purposes a regular guy with a big brain. This might make him appear unimpressive when compared to your average Final Fantasy villain and the like, but if anything, it paints him in a more flattering light than expected, because he doesn't even need to be on their level to still be on the radar. It's easy to be a big bad threat when you're an ancient demon or an almighty god-like being, and you only have to wave a hand to cause armageddon. But when you're just Some Guy™ going up against superpowered opponents, meaning you have to earn your threat level the hard way, and you prove to be a challenge every step of the way regardless, because you're just THAT much of a genius... that's fucking awesome, no other way to put it.

And you know what else is awesome? You may not like Eggman, and you don’t have to like him, but like it or not, he is directly and indirectly responsible for a vast majority of the coolest and most loved moments and aspects of this franchise.

The opening to Unleashed? Eggman set up the scene.

Shadow running around and continuing to be part of the franchise? Eggman released him.

Blaze getting involved with Sonic’s world and continuing to be part of the franchise? Eggman’s half-responsible for that.

Metal Sonic? Eggman made him.

Egg Dragoon? Eggman.

Big Arm? Eggman.

Monkey Dude? Eggman.

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This review is probably longer than the echidna family tree in Archie at this point, so I better finish it off. If it wasn't obvious from all the paragraphs I've belted out in this post, I'm very passionate about Eggman and the way he’s portrayed. Ever since I got into the Sonic franchise in 2003, I immediately took a liking to the doctor, and to this day, he remains not only my favourite Sonic villain, my favourite Sonic character, but also my favourite character period. Some may find it a weird or lame choice compared to other, “better” characters, but that's the way it is, and I ain't about to change it. I am very unlikely to ever stop enjoying the hell out of this villain, and even if he got irreversibly ruined in some way, I'd still continue to love what he was before that point.

Because yeah, he's not the deepest character ever, but... who cares? Is it not enough that we find something that appeals to us? When I got into Sonic, I was introduced to fantastic games, a likable cast, high quality soundtracks, beautiful worlds, numerous friends on this very site, and of course, the lovely treasure that is my partner. I may not have been with this franchise during the 90's, but it's given me just as much fun, nostalgia, and happiness as those who were. Despite the flawed titles, despite the fandom conundrums, I still love this series.

And I still love this absolute prick.

Crusher Gives Dr. Eggman a: TWO Thumbs Up!

[ranger-jedi-knight]

A New Hero Ch 21

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887313/chapters/63774805 Taglist: @bluesimani (OPEN)

Ok so here’s the next chap!! Date night for Daminette and...i still dont got a ship name for em...Dick/Alya/Xavier. Please help my sad ass out n suggest some possible ship names for em. Could be their names mashed together like daminette or even somethin bout personality or jobs. Idk, just somethin that fits em n doesn’t sound weird. Thank you very much. Anyways, it’s the date chap!! Next chap, idk maybe it’ll be xanila(Xan/Lila does that sound fine or ew?), or it could be a battle....ehehe or somethin else~. Ok, enjoy!

Alya giggled as she took the offered rose from Dick. “How long have you had this?” she asked with a tilt of her head as the officers around them cooed.

“I ordered it at lunch and had Sarah pick it up for me on her way back from her break an hour ago,” Dick replied with a soft smile as he took Alya’s other hand as she returned the smile.

“Why not wait to get it for when you pick me up after I get changed? While sweet, I’d rather not go out all grimy from a day of hard work,” she said and Dick gave a small shrug as he gave her hand a squeeze.

“Maybe I wanted to give it to you before we part?” he asked with his signature charming smile on his lips as he watched a faint blush decorate her cheeks.

“Oh! God, I forgot how cheesy you could be,” she said as Dick moved his other hand to push a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Only for you and Xavier,” he whispered with a smile as she turned her face away from Dick because she knew she’d be blushing harder if she was looking at him.

“We should get going,” she mumbled and he nodded agreement.

“Yes, lets,” he agreed, leading her out of the precinct, waving to their coworker friends.

“Go get it, Alya!” one shouted causing Alya to laugh while her blush deepened knowing exactly what they meant.

“Maybe after the next date!” she shouted back before the doors closed behind them. Dick chuckled softly next to her as they reached her car.

“See you in an hour,” Dick whispered raising her hand to his lips to place a kiss onto her fingers.

“An hour,” she agreed, squeezing his hand before letting go and slipping into her car as he then held the door open. She smiled softly at him as he closed the door for her. Giving one last wave she left the precinct and he went to his own car to head home to get ready for his date. Once he was home, he ran past his brothers to clean up and put on a blue button-up and black pants. As he walked down the stairs he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

“Lookin spiffy Dickie boy. Got a hot date?” Jason asked with a smirk and Dick rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I do. Two hot dates even,” he said with a smirk, and that had Jason pausing.

“Damn, you actually asked them out. I’d have thought it’d take longer,” Jason said, causing Dick to once more roll his eyes.

“Har har har. I’m off now, hopefully, I’ll be able to beat rush hour. Go tease Damian for me,” Dick said grabbing his keys and Jason smirked as he started turning around.

“Not on your life, Todd!” Damian yelled out as his voice echoed thru the manor before it disappeared.

“Damian is leaving as well, Master Jason,” Alfred said and Jason turned to find Dick already out of the manor as well and frowned. “Please fetch Master Tim from work if he’s not back by 7,” Alfred said and Jason nodded. Getting the nod, Alfred turned around to continue what he was doing. The drive to Xavier’s home was quick. Xavier waved as he made his way to the car and slipped into the passenger seat, giving Dick a sweet smile. Dick returned the sweet smile as he looked over Xavier who seemed to be in his usual attire of a button-up shirt(a deep ocean blue instead of the white he wore at work), black pants, and his usual bowtie in a deep green that went well with the blue shirt.

“Hey. You look amazing, Dick,” Xavier whispered, taking Dick’s hand into his to give it a squeeze before they pulled away from the apartment complex.

“Hey, you look great yourself, Xavier. How’s your family?” Dick asked as they started toward Alya’s apartment.

“Melody is done with everyone at the hotel and the dance company is not appreciating her busy schedule. However, for mum, everything is fairly smooth sailing at the boutique. How are your brothers?” Xavier asked looking over at Dick, watching as the flickering on street lamps light up his face.

“Lovable pain in the asses. Jason gets a kick when he has to pull someone from their work, Tim gets distracted by his work so he’s the recipient of that. Damian is actually going out on a date with the girl he’s been crushing on for a while now. Duke is finally getting back tomorrow at some point, it really depends on how many stops the buses make. Steph and Cass. We have no idea when they’ll get back but they said things are going well over there so here’s to hoping,” Dick explained with a chuckle that Xavier shared.

“Tim is co-CEO of WE right?”

“Yes, why?” Dick tilted his head curiously at the question while Xavier chuckled.

“Melody said she had to go talk to CEO Tim about some things the board order her hotel have done since her GM is hiding from doing it even thou she’s not the most qualified too,” Xavier explained and Dick nodded at that.

“Ah, lazy people. But knowing Tim, hearing what’s wrong he’ll try fixing those mistakes,” Dick replied and Xavier nodded agreement from what he'd seen of Tim. They soon reached Alya’s apartment complex and watched with smiles as Alya seemed to be telling Xan something before hugging him and heading out. “Wow,” was all that left the two as they took in Alya wearing a fit and flare deep purple dress. A slim black belt around her waist covering the seam at the waist. She kept on her studs from work and had a black string necklace tied in a bow around her neck. She kept her makeup much the same with only eyeliner and pink lipstick. Her hair was braided and tied with a black ribbon and on her feet were small black, kitten wedges.

“Hi,” she whispered shyly when Xavier slipped from the car and held the door open for her so she could take the passenger seat. “You look great. You kept on your bow tie,” she said moving to straighten the bow tie since it moved since he left his apartment.

“Obviously, they’re part of the package. And may I say, you look lovely,” Xavier said, causing a faint blush to dust her cheeks when she smiled at him and squeezed his hand before he closed the door.

“Xavier’s correct, you look beautiful,” Dick said causing her blush to deepen. She was used to the precinct being silly what with complimenting everyone, especially her after she dressed like a Greek Goddess for Dick’s Halloween party for their coworkers(she couldn’t even remember who she dressed as, Dick remembers tho). She would have thought that conversation would have stopped since it’s been at least a couple of years. But alas. But hearing her dates say it, that was different than a friend.

“You two look quite handsome yourself,” Alya replied, happy to see faint blushes on their faces as well.

“I have a feeling, this will go well,” Dick said as they started toward the restaurant Dick got reservations for.

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Damian had a small smile on  his lips as he waited for Mari to come down. He glanced at his watch, pleased to see they had some time still before it was time for their reservation.

Lila smiled at Mari as the girl twitched beside her in the elevator. “Everything will be fine, Mari. You look amazing! That dress you made is amazing, it will knock his socks off. He clearly really likes you, I doubt you could do anything to make him change his mind, ok?” Lila asked and Mari nodded. She rubbed her hands down the red spaghetti-strapped dress, along the hemline were hidden ladybugs. Around her waist was a corset-like lace up belt that clipped together in the back, around the ribbon lace-up was black floral lace with hidden ladybugs. She left her purse in the room but Tikki and Kalki(along with Kalki’s glasses) were in her dress’s hidden pockets. She had a cropped black jacket over the dress with the lining inside red. She had on simple blac, kitten heels.

Mari gave her friend a small smile. ”Thanks, Lila. And tomorrow, I’ll help you prepare for your date with Xan on Saturday,” Mari said and Lila nodded agreement as they reached the lobby.

“Ok, see you later. Don’t stay out too late. Have fun,” Lila said, pulling the girl into a hug. Mari returned the hug before pulling away and leaving the elevator. With one last wave, Mari went throu the swinging door and left the hotel with a smile.

“Hi, Dami,” Mari greeted shyly as she reached Damian’s car. Damian was leaning against the car and smiled at Mari.

“Hello, Angel. May I say you look gorgeous,” he said, taking one of her hands into his and raising it to his lips to press a kiss to her hand. Mari smiled softly at that as she blushed.

“As long as I can return the sentiment. You look quite dashing,” she said and Damian smiled as he opened the door for her. When she was in and settled, he closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat. “Be prepared for in case our date gets interrupted, Dami,” she warned and he nodded with a smirk.

“Of course. Should you need help, I came prepared as well,” he replied, jerking his head to the backseat were a duffle bag sat inconspicuously. She smiled thankfully at that and took one of his hands into her and gave it a squeeze.

“Thank you,” she whispered, holding his hand between hers as he started driving.

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Tim sighed as he scribbled some stuff down into his notes. He glanced up at his laptop to continue skimming over the report. His comm buzzed and he stopped writing to press a button to talk to his secretary. “Yes, Carrie?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.

“A, Miss Reeves, is here to speak to you. She works at the Crown Coast Hotel as an OM. Her hotel is housing the internship class,” Carrie said and Tim hummed in thought as to what the OM would need.

“Send her in,” Tim sighed out, he was so close to escaping the company. The door to his office swung open slowly to reveal a woman who looked similar to Dick’s date Xavier, her skin a couple shades lighter, which means this must be his sister Melody. She was wearing her Hotel’s uniform which was a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the logo right where a name tag would go. Her shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, and she had on black ballet flats. She somehow got her wavy-tight curls under control to be in a ponytail held by a red ribbon, no doubt there was a hair tie under it. “Hello, you must be Melody Reeves,” he greeted her and she gave him a smile as she went to shake his hand after moving a file to her other hand.

“Good evening, Mr. Drake-Wayne. I’m sorry to come on such short notice but your board that oversees all the hotels WE owns have made a mistake for my hotel,” she started and Tim nodded as he sat down behind his desk and pushed his notebook away to focus on the woman in front of him as she sat down across from him and leaned forward a bit to place the file onto his desk.

“Really? If that’s the case how come you came down and not the GM?” he asked curious since this seems to be something above her position's duties. A scowl painted her lips as she shook her head, her hair flying behind her.

“It’s because my GM doesn’t like to do the duties assigned to him. I brought it up to him when I realized but he didn’t want to come here and disturb you sir. But this cannot wait,” she explained and he nodded as he opened the file. While nothing stood out, he knew that Melody would know more since she was working at the hotel.

“What seems to be the problem then? I’m not well versed on the ins and outs of running or working in a hotel,” he said and she nodded and pointed to the first thing listed that the board agreed on.

“Starting here, the board ordered us to supply our sister hotel with spare microwaves and such appliances. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but as it is, most of our supply is in use. The few remaining we have we can’t give out since most of our’s are on their last legs. As it is, we are keeping a couple rooms unoccupied to strip them of anything we can to give to other rooms. And we’ve asked the board for help but they are leaving us to use the money we make to place the items but we don’t have enough money. Any money left is being squirreled away to either pay our employees or the repair men we call in when something major breaks,” she started pointing to different things under the first point so that he could understand better. As she explained he nodded along and started writing in the margins of the file.

This is how the next hour is spent for Tim, listening to everything the board decided for the next few months will go for a hotel is bad. They were just finishing up when Jason knocked as he pushed open the door. “Ready to go, Timmy-boi?” he asked with a sideways grin. Tim shook his head, glancing between Melody and Jason.

“Not yet, Jason. Give me a few more moments while I finish up this meeting with Ms. Reeves,” he said and Jason nodded and went to sit on one of the couches in Tim’s office. He glanced out and watched as two shadows, a girl and boy he could make out, jump across roofs. His eyes widened and he glanced back to Tim who was shaking the woman's hand.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll speak to the board about this in the morning and make the appropriate changes,” he said and the woman had a grateful smile, seemingly brightening up the room in Tim’s opinion.

“No, thank you, Tim. Have a good night,” she said standing up and walking from the room and closing the door behind her.

“Tim, tell me you have binoculars in your office,” he said and Tim nodded wondering what Jason saw as he snatched the binoculars out of Tim’s hands. As he zoomed in on the two, he could tell the girl was in her early 20s and the boy late teens. They had stuff covering their faces, probably a precaution to protect themselves.

“What is it?” Tim asked, looking over Jason’s shoulders and making out the two shadowy figures.

“It seems there’s two people training. For what, I don’t know,” Jason said as he gave Tim the binoculars. Tim looked at the two and nodded agreement. They knew each other definitely and the moves they did weren’t filled with any intention besides practicing. As he lowered them, the two took off and Tim hummed. “What do you say?”

“I say those moves look familiar no?” Tim asked and Jason slowly nodded agreement. “There’s only a few people who know how to fight like that and most are busy. So that means that that is Xan. Which most likely means Lana’s with him. He’s probably training with her to prevent what happened to him happening to anyone else in the family,” Tim said and Jason slowly nodded.

“That would make sense, but Joker was the only one crazy enough to work with the League. And he’s out of the picture. Thank fucking god tho,” Jason muttered the last part under his breath. Tim couldn’t help overhearing tho and he couldn’t agree more with him. “But I guess, you can never be too prepared,” he continued and Tim nodded.

“Let’s not tell Bruce. We can’t stop people from preparing themselves to defend their home or family when they get caught up in a Rouge attack,” Tim said and Jason nodded agreement.

“Now, we need to get home. I don’t want to have Alfred giving me his disappointed look,” Jason said and Tim nodded, picking up his stuff and following him out. As he left his office he smiled at Carrie.

“Goodnight, Carrie. Don’t stay too late,” he called and Carrie nodded, pushing back some hair that had left her perfectly styled bun. He’d have told her to relax but knew she didn’t need to. The one time he brought her soup when she had laryngitis showed him that when she was at home she was relaxed. He could respect that she liked having everything look perfect when at work.

“Will do, sir. Goodnight,” she called back as she sent emails to assistants to make a meeting of the board for tomorrow morning.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Come on, Alya should be getting back soon. I want to know everything,” Lana said smiling over at Xan who nodded.

“Alright. We can continue tomorrow. Would you be ok with Damian and Mari coming along to help? They know more than me,” Xan replied and Lana nodded.

“Alright. If your sure they can help,” Lana agreed and Xan smiled with a nod.

If only you knew. Of course, they may tell you when they hear what your doing....we should also tell Als, Xan thought to himself as they ran across the rooftops to reach Alya’s place.

Alster @Bi_Arrow Had the best time with these two. Can't wait to go out with them again #datenight #wentwell #hadagreattime #poly *Alya smiling happily at the camera as her arms are wrapped around Dick and Xavier’s arms. The two are smiling softly as they lean in close to her*

Mari-aculous @MDC_Designs Can’t believe we waited so long to do this. But it was worth the wait #untilnexttime #cantwait #date

   Damian @BloodBorne    I’m glad you had a good time as well. Sleep well.

Ok, so here’s the next chap!! This was fast(relatively since it was delayed by my want to update a different fic but I got this out in like three days about). I hope you guys enjoyed this new chap!! I had fun writing this chap and we saw some things happening~~!! Maybe you can guess! Anyways, until next chap! -Love Willa<3<3<3

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Speak Now (Klave)

Klaus stood in the mirror, staring at a man he almost didn’t recognize. 

He was wearing a black and white tux with his hair tamed with gel and a pair of sleek black heels that he knows makes him legs look great. He had simple make up on, just enough to hide the bags under his eyes. He has stayed up for days crying and thinking about this day, debating if he should actually go or if he should skip and save himself the pain.

But he couldn’t. He promised Peter that he would go with him, to suffer with him, because Peter wants to go just as little as Klaus. Dave usually went with Peter to events like this, but that made sense. They were roommates. Dave was already going to this before Peter decided to, but that made sense. 

It was his wedding after all.

Klaus never thought this day would come. He wishes he could think that sentence and have the day he would be getting married would come right after, but he can’t. He is going to a wedding to watch the love of his life to marry a woman. Why Dave was doing it made no sense to him, but Klaus also never cared about family. Family was all Dave had when he was growing up and he just wanted to have that back. The only way Klaus could understand was if Ben said he wouldn’t talk to him unless he was sober, but Ben would never do that. He would never abandon Klaus.

Dave said he didn’t want to leave Klaus. Dave said he loved Klaus, that he would die for Klaus, but in this moment, where Klaus is watching the clock tick down till he and Peter need to leave, he is wondering if those words were ever real.

Peter always reassured him that they were real, that Dave loves Klaus (not loved, Peter was convinced that Dave was still in love with Klaus, but Klaus knew he just wanted to make sure Klaus didn’t fall too far from the edge), that Dave knows he made a mistake. Klaus never listened. Peter may be telling Klaus this so that he would go back to be sober all the time, to fight for Dave, but Klaus had no fight. He never got as high as he used to, but he was nowhere as clean as he was when he and Dave were together. Everyone around him was disappointed, but Klaus couldn’t care. The only push he had to stay sober was so he could hug Ben as he cried over his love life, but he didn’t need to be sober all of the time to do that.

“Klaus?” he heard Peter behind him. He made eye contact with his friend through the mirror, taking in Peter’s outfit. 

He was wearing a simple blue suit with a white undershirt. His brown hair was brushed back in what Klaus and Dave had always referred to as his “fuck boy” haircut, much to the annoyance of Peter. He had simple light blue makeup with a blue shimmer in the middle, as well as a winged eyeliner that he could use to slay any God that crossed his path. 

Sometimes, Klaus wished that he could have Peter meet God and see if he could kill the bitch that has caused him so much pain in life.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked. There was pain in his voice, regret in his eyes. 

“Yeah,” Klaus smiled. He grabbed his phone and followed Peter out into his living room, turning off the lights in the bathroom.

It hurt to be in their apartment. It used to be his home, somewhere he could run and hide, somewhere he could relax with his boyfriend and best friend. It was actually happy, a good home, something he was never used to. Now it hurts, to walk down the halls when all he can think of are the times Dave chased him down the halls, the times he was pushed up against these walls, the paintings he’s hung on the walls that now just sit in boxes somewhere in Diego’s attic. Klaus had thought he had finally found a home. He should’ve known better than to become comfortable.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Peter asked as he grabbed his car keys. 

“And what, abandon you in your time of need?” Klaus jokes. Peter shot him a knowing look.

“He’s your ex. I can suffer through a wedding by myself if you’re going to be uncomfortable the whole time.”

“It’ll be fine,” Klaus assured. That’s what he has been telling himself, but he doesn’t know if it’s true. He hasn’t smoked anything in three days just so he wouldn’t embarrass Peter by being high at a wedding and he hasn’t had any bad feelings about it, but he couldn’t trust that. 

“Okay,” Peter sighed. “If you’re sure.”

The drive to the chapel was a quiet one. Neither man had anything to talk about, both deep in their thoughts. Peter had tried turning on the radio to fill the silence but every song on the radio was a love song. On the fifth love song that played, Klaus hit the mute button before going back to staring out the window. Peter didn’t comment on it.

When they get to the venue, the families were running around, still setting up for the wedding, with some mingling around and talking. Peter and Klaus stay towards the back, hoping to stay out of the way and avoid drawing attention to themselves. Klaus was especially anxious about this. He knew that Dave’s family probably thinks that Dave liking boys was a ‘phase’ and won’t know Klaus, but he is still afraid that they will see Klaus and think he is here to stop it.

Which he’s not. This was Dave’s choice to get married and he was only here for Peter.

“Why are we here so early?” Klaus asked Peter. “It seems the only people here are the families.”

“Well, one person wanted to talk—” Before Peter could finish talking, they heard a female voice call them. They both frantically turned their heads every which way, searching for the voice. 

“Are you both blind?” Klaus looked forward and saw Dave’s sister Dani approaching them. 

She was wearing a sleeveless dress with an A-cut white lace top, attached to a long, flowing dark green bottom. Her dirty blonde hair was curled, with a braided crown going around her head. She had neutral eyeshadow and lipstick on, though like Peter she had winged eyeliner as well. Klaus always loved seeing her in makeup, always seeing it as a treat. She never really like wearing makeup unless she was in a good mood or there was an event she deemed important.

“Dani!” Peter cheered. He pulled her into a hug, to which Klaus followed. No matter how upsetting this day was, it was nice to see her. She was one of the main things Klaus missed after he and Dave broke up.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, Klaus!” she laughed. Klaus flashed her a bright smile, hoping to hide the thoughts of whose fault is that deep in his mind.

“Well here I am, in the flesh!”

“And looking spiffy!” She dramatically looked Klaus up and down, whistling that familiar tune. Klaus let out a laugh.

“I’m here to impress!” 

“How is the wedding set up going?” Peter asked. Dani let out a groan.

“The set up itself is fine, but Elizabeth is going off on her bridesmaids and being a stereotypical bridezilla.” Both Klaus and Peter winced.

“That bad?” Peter asked. Dani nodded her head. In the back of his mind, Klaus wondered if he would have ever done that, but he shook his head. Right now was not the time to wonder how he would be if he got married. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get married anyway.

“She’s lucky Dave chose her to marry. He has better options lined up than someone who flips out on their friend for wearing a slightly different nude shade than everyone else,” Dani scoffed. “I mean, come on. It can be edited to the same fucking color.”

Pain shot through Klaus’ chest. He never even imagined that Dave would have other people to date. He probably had a list of woman he wanted to date before he broke up with Klaus. Hell, he probably only date Klaus because he couldn’t get with those women quite yet, or he wanted to fix Klaus before moving on. A good ol’ fashion charity case.

“Is she mad that you are Dave’s groom instead of her bridesmaid?” Dani let out a laugh.

“Oh yeah. She didn’t understand why Dave made me the best man, and I think it pisses her off even more for the fact that I’m wearing a dress instead of a suit like Dave’s other friends.”

“You still match the other groomsmen though.” Klaus had seen photos of the tuxes that Dave chose. Peter had left it open on his computer when Klaus was over and he couldn’t help but peak. “But I have to ask—why green?”

Dani and Peter glanced at each other. It was an almost happy look, a knowing look between the duo.

“It’s his favorite color,” Dani supplied, smug look on her face.

“He said it reminds him of happy times, when he felt the most like himself,” Peter continued. Klaus frowned, deep in thought. 

Klaus can’t think of time that green might have represented a happier time for himself. The best thing he can think of is when he and Dani would play in the woods when they were younger. Green was his favorite color when they were dating, that much Klaus can remember. Did Klaus ever ask why?

“Usually people like a color because of aesthetic, not memories,” Klaus laughed. “Unless this is another part of childhood that I missed out on.”

“I don’t think it’s from our childhood,” Dani assured. “It’s definitely something somewhat recent.” They were really keeping it vague, but Klaus understood. It probably had something to do with his bride. Even if Dani doesn’t know how upset Klaus is, she still wouldn’t make it obvious how much she has affected Dave’s life after Klaus left.

Dani’s phone went off, startling everyone in the group. She grumbled and grabbed her phone out of her pocket—how she was able to make a skirt that small hold a pocket, Klaus will never understand—and held it up to her ear.

“Hello?” Klaus watched as a look of worry and concern took over her face. There also seemed to be a hint of hope in her eyes, and when she glanced at Klaus, she seemed torn.

“Okay, I’ll be right over.” She hung the phone up and shoved it back into her pocket, sigh on her lips.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asked, concerned.

“Yeah, um, it’s just Dave being...weird,” she trailed off. “I have to go, but I’ll meet up with you later!” And then she was gone.

Klaus stared at the spot she was standing, deep in thought. Hearing Dave’s name over and over and over again is hurting him more than he thought it would. Just hearing Dave without hearing and Klaus afterwards brings him so much pain. It’s just a constant reminder that he and Dave are over, that he is here for Dave’s wedding, not their wedding.

“Klaus?” Klaus snapped his head up to see Peter staring at him with a concerned look. His brows were furrowed and he looked ready to take Klaus away from here. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” Klaus answered just a bit too quickly. “I’m great! I just got to see Dani, how could I not be happy?” 

Peter let out a half-hearted chuckle. He knew Klaus was deflecting, trying to not admit what he is feeling, so he’s not gonna push. Klaus is grateful for that. He doesn’t need to be having a breakdown at his ex’s wedding, especially since he shouldn’t even be here.

“What should we do?” Klaus asked, looking around. “Dani is obviously busy with the groom, so I doubt we’ll be seeing her anytime soon.” 

Peter looked up from his phone—when did he pull that out?—with a concerned look. Klaus wanted to ask what was wrong, if it was something on his phone or if it was something that Klaus said, but he decided against it. A part of him is telling him that he doesn’t want to know the answer.

“We could go watch speed paintings?” 

Klaus let out a laugh, but agreed.

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The wedding started off without a hitch. Peter and Klaus sat in the very back, hoping to avoid the crowd. They knew that there was a possibility that they could become annoying, knowing they would make fun of every person that breathed.

The music started playing and all of the emotions that Klaus was able to push down hit him all at once. 

He was here, at his ex’s wedding. The only person he has ever loved, who Klaus thought loved him, someone who was there through every nightmare, through every relapse and weeks of being sober. He was through thick and thin, and Klaus had shared the same. Klaus made sure he was there for Da—his ex whenever he needed him. When he fought with his sister, or when his mom had decided to call. They had their moments, sure, but Klaus was sure they were fine, that everything was alright.

But he was wrong. And now he is at his wedding, and isn’t at the altar. 

“Klaus, are you okay?” Peter asked for the hundredth time, and it was starting to wear down on him. He didn’t think that he was going to snap at him, no, but he knew if he kept asking, he was going to have a breakdown. He was truly trying to hold it together for his friend, trying to hold it together for the small amount of public decency he had left, and a small, small part of him was holding it together for Dave. 

He knew it was ridiculous but he couldn’t get rid of the small part of him that still cared about Dave’s feelings. Dave obviously didn’t care about him anymore. He’s moved on, but Klaus didn’t want to be a painful reminder of his past. 

Klaus felt a gentle pull on his arm. He looks over and sees Peter giving him a concerned look. 

Oh. He hasn’t responded.

“No,” he answered honestly with a shrug. “Too late to turn back now though.”

“If we sneak out the doors, no one will bat an eye,” Peter offered, but Klaus shook his head. He has already decided that he was going to see this through till the end, even if it killed him. He told Ben that he would be strong enough to do this and he wasn’t going to let his favorite brother down.

Elizabeth passed Klaus as she walked down the aisle, dress falling beautifully on her body with a bright smile on her face as both her mom and Dave’s walked her down the aisle.. Dave was gorgeous as well but Klaus didn’t want to think about that too much or he would start crying. If he started crying, people around him would think it was because of the wedding and because he was so happy for the couple, but Peter would just start freaking out because he knows that the actual reason why. Peter freaking out would draw unnecessary attention to them and that’s exactly what Klaus was trying to avoid.

Klaus listened to the vows. Actually listened, as he was curious about what was going to be said for this short relationship. Elizabeth’s was actually very much generic, the normal “I love you and would die without you” or some bullshit like that. Klaus couldn’t care less. 

Dave’s was strange to Klaus though. Dave was also generic, the normal “I found the love of my life and you made my life better”, but there was something off. The first thing that tipped Klaus off was that Dave stuttered over the ‘love’ part, and he looked away from her as he said ‘made his life better’. He remembers Dave grabbing Klaus’ face and forcing him to look him in the eyes as he made his declaration of love and reminded Klaus that he was loved. He would only stutter when Klaus started complimenting him, the worst when Klaus kept pushing for Dave’s kinks. Dave also avoided generic things. If he was saying something that he knows is generic, especially during love declarations, he says so. He would never want Klaus to think that he didn’t truly care and that he had just looked something up on the internet. This, though…

It sounded like Dave copy and pasted this off of the internet.

Klaus must have been deep in his thoughts because the next thing he knew, the preacher—rabbi?—was speaking.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,.”

Klaus looked around the room to see if anyone was going to speak, if anyone was going to speak out against this wedding.

He locked eyes with Dani. She glanced at Dave and his bride with a disappointed look. She seemed to be holding her breath as if she wanted to say something, as if she wanted to stop her brother’s wedding from happening. Klaus noticed that the rest of Dave’s groomsmen seemed to have the same look, glancing at each other with looks of resignation. Klaus could feel Peter’s eyes on him as well. 

Was this all in Klaus’s head? Was Klaus not the only one who didn’t want Dave getting married to this girl? They would care in the sense of knowing Dave, knowing who he is. Maybe, just maybe, Klaus was not as far off as he thought he was.

And then he was standing.

Eyes all turned towards the man, eyes wide and mouths agape. Dave’s dad was glaring in anger and the bride was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. But honestly?

Klaus couldn’t give any shits about them. He knew what he was here for. He has never cared about what people thought of him, and that wasn’t going to start at his ex’s wedding.

“David Katz,” Klaus started, voice much steadier than he thought it would be. “I know I am not the kind of person that should be standing up and crashing a beautiful wedding. Hell, I am the last fucking person that should even be here,” he let out a laugh, shaking his head. Dave said nothing and stared at Klaus. He didn’t look angry, so Klaus continued. “Truly, I was never the kind of person who would do anything but drugs.”

“But you changed that. You made me someone who could do more with their life. You had me continue art, had me get a job, helped me fight the ghosts that follow me on a daily basis.”

“That’s a bit dramati—”

“Let the man speak,” Peter snapped at the old lady who decided to interrupt Klaus’ monologue. He ignored them. If he got off track, he would lose his train of thought and would never be able to win Dave back.

“You helped me become a better man, helped me control the powers that I have been cursed with since the day I was born. So I am now here to help you become a better man, because you are not the kind of man who should be marrying a girl!” 

The bride’s face was glaring red now. Dave’s parents were standing and glaring at Klaus, looking ready to march over and stop him from speaking. Klaus took another glance at Dani and saw her beaming. She nodded her head and waved her hand, motioning for him to continue.

“Don’t say yes. Yes, she is a beautiful girl at a beautiful wedding, and I am sure she would make a lovely wife, but Dave! You are the gayest motherfucker I have met! Right after me and Peter! You have never liked a girl, even as a phase! You were never happy when people assumed you were straight—”

“That is enough!” Dave’s dad yelled.

“How could you crash a wedding?!” The bridesmaid yelled. “Why are you even here? To pull Dave back into a sad, lonely life?”

“Klaus—” Peter started, but Klaus shushed him. He directed his eye contact towards Dave, who was starting at Klaus with a mix of emotions. Klaus would usually think that they are bad, but the more he stared the more he realized… he might have a chance.

“Dave, I love you,” Klaus finished. He had so much more he wanted to say, so much he had on his mind, but it could wait. He had an angry mob of families wanting his head on a pitchfork and as far as he knew, he only had two people who were on his side right now.

“Dave, will you please kick that guy out?” Klaus heard the bride ask. When Dave didn’t look at her, “David?”

Dave didn’t move. Dave kept his eyes locked with Klaus’ and hands clenched at his side. Klaus didn’t move either. He was afraid that if he did, the trance that he and Dave found themselves in would shatter and all of Klaus’ hopes and dreams would shatter right before his eyes.

Movement caught his eyes. He watched as Dani leaned over to Dave and whispered something in his ear, her eyes finally leaving Klaus for the first time since he stood up. Dave’s shoulders seemed to relax at whatever she said, his mind being made up. 

Klaus thought this was it. His anxiety was whispering to him everything that Dani was convincing Dave that Klaus wasn’t the man he wanted, that he should marry the girl, even though logic points towards Dani not wanting Dave to get married to her either. He was about to leave it all, walk away from the fire he started like he has done so many times, call it quits and start his addiction again. After this he would really have nothing else to keep hanging on to.

Then Dave started moving. He ran down the aisle, making his way towards Klaus, and the gasps filled the room again. Dave grabbed Klaus’s arm and pulled him close, wild and sporadic look in his eyes.

“Run,” is all Dave said before he pulled on Klaus’ arm. Klaus laughed as he and Dave sprinted out of the chapel, leaving behind the chaos of a failed wedding.

Klaus had somehow convinced his ex to leave his wedding, leaving this almost perfect woman and go with Klaus, making him a runaway groom. Klaus has never been able to convince anyone at any point of his life to make a drastic life decision like this, but somehow he has completed the impossible today.

They didn’t stop running until they were at least 5 blocks away, where Dave pulled Klaus into an alley. They both hid around the corner and were breathing heavy, staring straight ahead. If they moved, they could get caught.

Once Klaus started catching his breath—his lungs were really fucked, weren’t they?—he glanced over at Dave and was surprised to find the man starting back at him. Klaus watched the man breathe heavily with his eyes never leaving Klaus’.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He said this in a joking tone, but he was terrified. Dave didn’t say anything. After a few seconds of him catching his breath, a huge smile broke out on his face.

And then, he started laughing. Not just a light chuckle, but a full on loud, breath stealing, double-over-laughing kind of laugh. Klaus watched as the man leaned on his knees and laughed so hard, coughing as he tried to catch the little bit of breath that he had from their run in between laughs.

“What is so funny!” Klaus asked, but he was also laughing. He couldn’t help it, Dave’s laugh always made him happy. It was contagious.

Dave leaned back against the wall, locking eyes with Klaus. Before Klaus could ask for a third time what was wrong, Dave finally moved. He brought his hand forward, wrapping it around the back of his neck, and pulled Klaus in for a bruising kiss.

Klaus gasped in shock but very quickly leaned into the kiss. His arms wrapped around Dave’s neck and he grabbed a handful of Dave’s hair, pulling the man closer into him. Dave let out a moan of pleasure and Klaus was oh so please.

Dave pushed Klaus back against the wall as the kiss became deeper, his hands roaming all over Klaus’ body. Klaus leaned into every touch, every kiss, every move that Dave made. He was the happiest he has been, only dreaming of having Dave’s hands on him again, yet here he was, pressed up against the wall with Dave’s hands grasping his ass as if it was his only mission in life.

Dave finally pulled away, much to Klaus’ disappointment. He chased Dave’s lips with a whine, but Dave just pressed his forehead against Klaus’. Klaus held him close, arms still around his neck and clasped against each other, not giving Dave any room to escape. Now that he had Dave right where he wanted him, he would never let him leave.

“I love you,” Dave whispered. He pressed a kiss to Klaus’ nose, cheek, jaw, everywhere he could reach as he mumbled those same three words over and over again. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Even after I crashed your wedding and ruined your big day by embarrassing you and kidnapping you?”

“Technically, I kidnapped you.” Dave laughed. “But no, you honestly made my day better. Seeing you reminded me of how much marrying a woman would be a horrible decision.”

“Then why did you do it?” Klaus asked. He knows he should be more upset at Dave. He had left Klaus and went for a girl, nullifying everything that he had ever told Peter and Dave in the years that he knew them. He hurt him more than Klaus ever thought he could be hurt, the only thing that hurt more was Ben’s death. So he should be pissed, should be yelling at Dave, cursing him out, not making out with him in an alley.

“I wanted my parents to accept me,” Dave mumered. “I saw them when I was visiting Dani and I just remembered how much I loved them, that when they introduced me to a girl trying to set me up, I didn’t know what to say. I tried saying no, Klaus.” Dave let out a shaky breath. Klaus could tell the man was close to tears. “I tried to tell them I was with you, but they were insistent, and then I was going on a date. Dani was pissed and I did listen to her, tried breaking up with the girl, but then—I don’t know. My mom said how happy she was that I was able to give her grandchildren, and my dad said how I would make a great husband—”

“I could have been a great spouse,” Klaus interrupted.

“I know,” Dave whined. He moved his hands away from Klaus’ butt and wrapped his arms around Klaus’ waist, pulling Klaus into a crushing hug. Klaus hugged him back with the same amount of force. “God, I fucking know Klaus. I wanted to marry you so bad—hell, I still wanna marry you. I don’t know what came over me, but I was thinking that if I got with this girl, I could finally have my family back.”

“Then why did you run?” Klaus asked. “You were at the altar, and instead of kicking me out, you ran off with me. Why?”

“Because in an attempt of going back to the past, I lost everyone that actually cared about me.” Klaus gave Dave a look of confusion. Without any prompting, Dave continued. “When I broke up with you, Peter was pissed. He and I didn’t stop talking but it wasn’t the same. He was mad that I hurt you after spending so long with you and the promises I made. I was convinced that he was going to kill me.”

“You always did say he basically adopted me,” Klaus laughed, tears filling his eyes. Dave smiled and nodded his head.

“Yeah. Dani wasn’t too happy either, and she was even more upset when I proposed to Elizabeth. She kept asking if this was the choice I wanted, if I was doing what made me happy. I always said that I loved Elizabeth, but I realized it was a platonic love yesterday. Even my buddies at work were put off by me dating a girl, which I have never ever experienced in my life.” Klaus couldn’t imagine it. With the environment being filled with men and occasionally some women, being with a girl seems like it would be the norm. I guess that they have been so used to Dave and Klaus being together that it wasn’t something they thought would ever happen.

“I should be mad at you,” Klaus sighed. “You left me for a woman, broke my heart and left me and all of our broken promises in the dust.”

“I know,” Dave mumbled. “Honestly, you should be mad at me. If you don’t want to be with me or give me a second chance, I understand. I wouldn’t want to be with someone who did what I did to you.”

“I shouldn’t be with you.” Klaus held Dave’s gaze for that flare of dramatics. He kissed Dave with a passion filled move, holding him close. “But I have never been known for doing things that are good for me.”

“Klaus,” Dave mumbled against his lips. He pushed Klaus back and held him at arms length. “I don’t want to be another bad habit for you to have to break. I want to be the person that helps you fight those bad habits.”

“David Katz,” Klaus snapped. Dave blinked in surprise. Klaus was a bit surprised that he spoke to Dave in that tone was well, but he wasn’t going to back down now. “You have never been a bad habit. You have treated me better than any relationship I have had. You have helped me through so much, from mending relationships with my family to becoming clean and controlling my powers.”

“But I left—”

“Yes, you left me,” Klaus interrupted. “And yeah, that hurt like a fucking bitch and it took Peter and Ben a while to actually help me get back on my feet. But I came to your wedding and spoke in front of everyone, telling you I love you, and you pulled me out of the church and made out with me instead of your fiancee. So unless this is a cruel joke, I am willingly to believe that whatever we have right now is real.”

“It is,” Dave assured. “I swear to everything that is holy that it is.”

“Good.” As he trailed a hand down his chest, he continued. “And if you aren’t, I’m sure Diego and Vanya have no problems with ending your life, and it won’t take a lot for Vanya to convince Five to hide the body.”

“If I hurt you again, I’ll let them.” Before Klaus could retort, Dave leaned in and caught Klaus in another deep kiss, ending their conversation.

Klaus was happy to oblige, but once Dave licked his lips, a thought crossed his mind.

“Mm, wait wait,” Klaus mumbled. Dave let out a hum but kept kissing Klaus’ jaw and neck, holding him close. “Dave!”

“Wha-at!” Dave whined, burying his head in Klaus’ neck.

“Why did you say to Dani on the phone earlier?” Klaus asked, ignoring the man’s whines. It reminded him of a dog who wanted a treat, and that thought just made Klaus’ heart flutter.

“The short of it is I was having a gay panic because I saw you at the wedding and Dani was telling me it wasn’t too late to call off the wedding.” Dave gentle mouthed at Klaus’ neck and gave Klaus’ ass a squeeze. “Now can I keep kissing you? I have a lot of time to make up for.”

“I see nothing wrong with that,” Klaus sighed, brining Dave back up and crashing their lips together.

For once, Klaus believed that it would get better.

~Bonus Scene~

“Where the hell is he?!” Peter watched as chaos erupted around him. Dave’s dad was the one who yelled at Dave’s sister, the person who stayed the closest with him over the years. Dave’s mom was comforting the bride who was crying her eyes out. Peter honestly felt a little bad for her.

Dani yelled something at her dad—probably telling him off and letting him know that Dave wasn’t coming back—before marching her way towards Peter, determination in her eyes.

“I don’t want to stay here any longer,” she sighed, ripping off her fake eyelashes that she had. “Let’s just fucking dip.”

“Can I stay at your place?” Peter asked as they walked out of the building, ignoring anyone who tried speaking to them. “I’m gonna stay on the hopeful side and give the lovebirds some space.”

“Be my guest,” Dani grumbled. “We should look at tinder or something together. I’m gonna need some sad white boys to make this day better.”

“You read my mind,” Peter agreed.