#if a bunch of straight people managed to see beyond their own asses and say yeah we fucked up you're right to be mad

[areyoudoingthis]

I feel so ancient with this sex on screen conversation floating around because I've been through most stages of the evolution of queer representation on tv (minus the very early ones when i was a baby) and I know beyond a doubt where we're at with ofmd but what am I gonna do, draw a diagram of every battle I've been through that has led me here?

[cherrysha]

Respite

Heres the Phinks yall wanted! I tried to make him more of a Tsundere in this and, besides the degradation, this is the softest Phinks ive written thus far. Hope ya’ll like it! P.S. i could not find a good gif of that mfker so anime water it is

Summary: Phinks has been gone for a while on troupe business and he finally comes home.

Word count: 2.2k

My requests are open atm

Warnings: Exhibitionism, slight degradation, praise kink(?), Spit, mentions of panty sniffing, unprotected sex, cockwarming

It’s off the beaten path, a grown over trail hidden between ancient trees older than you, older than the trail itself. You idly wonder if many people encounter this grove, if any stray far enough away to take in the beauty that surrounds you right now. Filled with wildflowers and tall grass that gently sways in the breeze. A sea of color that blooms only for you and Phinks. Every time he leaves he takes you here when he gets back. No apologies or guilt for the time he’s spent away, only living for the moment he’s wrapped in the comfort of your embrace. It shouldn’t matter that he’s gone for months at a time, leaving you with nothing but your loneliness.

When you focus on the current moment again, you’re met with syrupy sweet kisses. Thick with an incessant need that thrums through the both of you like a live wire. Honeyed and mind numbing, Phinks holds you above him, body lazily spread out on the grass beneath you, he lets you take your fill. Warm hands cupping his face and soft lips that are too impatient to leave his for a single second.

The hot sun beats down on your back, touches every inch of skin and makes Phinks’ own hands feel so cool in comparison. He traces up and down your thighs, gliding over the hem of your dress restlessly before settling on the swell of your ass. It’s much calmer than the way you clutch on to him with a need to make up for lost time. Putty in his hands, soft and malleable. He idly thinks that maybe if he bites down on your plush lip he’ll be able to leave his own indent there.

The pack you’d brought lays discarded a few feet away. The feeling of Phinks gentle touch more important than anything it contained. Half finished water bottles held nothing that could sate the fire burning you to your core. He knows it, can feel it with every shift of your hips against him. You never did much to conceal your arousal. Breathless whimpers leaving your parched throat any time his mouth left yours, it doesn’t take much convincing to get you beneath him either.

‘No one’s gunna see’ he follows the statement with a triumphant grin on his face as you concede, your hands drifting away from the hem of your dress so he can push it up. His grip momentarily settles on your hips as he revels in the sight of you spread out beneath him, lightly colored panties clinging to your hips in such a way he has to ogle. When you whine and shift on the itchy grass beneath you, he still doesn’t concede. Just clicks his tongue, mutters out ‘impatient’ and lets his gaze linger on the wet patch at the crest of your thighs. It’s refreshing. The way you open up so eagerly for him. It’s something he’s been acutely aware of since he left. Days passing by without the feel of your skin against his, your impatient cries of his name. But now, trapped in your own little bubble, the world passes by as the two of you finally relish in what you’ve been yearning for. His calloused fingers move from your hips, tracing little patterns in their path down your thighs before coming back up to settle over the waistband that’s blocking him from the piece of you he’s so desperate to see. Taking them off is quick work, but once he does it’s hard not to stare too long at them. Stalking as he glared at the soft, small bundle of fabric in his open palm that smells so sweetly of you. He reminds himself that your cunt is right there, ready and waiting for him right now. Silently he pockets them, and when he pulls them out later it serves as a quiet reminder of everything he has. “S’gotta be quick Phinks... someone might se-“ “I don’t give a fuck, sweetheart. Don’t rush me.” There isn’t any malice behind his words, only slight irritation. He’d wanted this for so long, fucked his fist night after night to the thought of how tight you’d be once he finally came back home. There was no way he’d rush this when it was something he’d craved incessantly.

His arm pushes the back of your thighs up until your splayed out beneath him, hands fisting the grass and eyes screwed shut as Phinks revels in the sight of your pussy crying out for him. You must’ve missed this too. Idly, he runs a finger over the crest of it, outlining it sweetly before his thumb lightly drags up the crease of it and smears the wetness against your swollen clit. He’s rewarded with a petulant whine erupting from you that goes straight to his hardening cock. Phinks sticks two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking until he’s sure they’re covered in his own spit as he continues to eye your pussy, gaze unwavering even as he takes the digits out of his mouth. After what feels like hours of waiting, he finally breaches your pussy. So wet, he could’ve done without the spit but the way you whimper at the stretch is enough reassurance that it wasn’t such a bad idea. His fingers curl up into that spongy spot inside of you, he’s done this enough times to find it with ease. A few thrusts in, his thumb rolling soft circles over your clit, and you’re already mewling for him the way you used to.

“Want me to ruin this cunt, sweetheart?” His eyes find yours again, paying no mind to the pinpricks of tears that are gathering. It’s stern, the way he looks at you as if he expects an answer. You’re too focused on the drag of his fingers inside you that you can’t think. It’s been so long since you had this, had him filling you up so nicely with only a few digits. All you can manage to do is gaze up at him, enraptured by the flex of his jaw as his blue eyes meet yours. “Have I already ruined you so badly that you can’t even answer?” His fingers bend upwards harshly, rubbing more forcefully with each pass. You respond by crying out, tears finally falling as you try to find your words beyond the sound of wet clicking as Phinks’ digits move in and out of you. “Spoiled rotten” the insult is enough to loosen the grip you had on what was left of your resolve as you cum for the first time. he smiles as you constrict around him, twitching as waves of pleasure wrack through your body. “Guess I’m gunna make you even more spoiled, huh?” Your pussy is still sucking him in, clenching and unclenching in an effort to drive him in further. To push him out and drive him even crazier with want. It’s a feeling that Phinks is, admittedly, too selfish to give up. Quickly, His free hand pushes the waistband of his tracksuit pants down, sparing little time in the effort as he leaves them bunched around the top of his muscular thighs.

When his fingers finally leave from between your legs it joins with the other to smooth up your thighs, trailing slick moisture as it settles at the joint of your knees. his body pressing down as he languidly aligns himself with your entrance and fills you up. He’s never been the type to let you adjust to his girth, instead Phinks slowly begins thrusting. Looking for something with every push and pull against you. By bending your legs tighter against your chest and slotting his own body closer to yours It doesn’t take him long until he finds what he’s looking for. “Just gotta find that spot again huh? Riiiight there?” The yelp that blows away on the breeze is enough confirmation that he’s found it. His cock is pressed tight to the entrance of your womb, slightly bumping your cervix with every shift of his hips. In a few moments he’ll have you crying, overwhelmed by the dull pain of it. Helpless to the way every thrust against it makes you gush around him. Listlessly he moves against you. Body hovering inches above as he buries his face in your neck. Hot puffs of air leave his wet throat, making your skin sticky with each exhale as he tries not to move too fast. He wants to savor this. To drag this out as long as he can. No matter how much you claw at him, whines garbling from you and wet tears that collect in your hairline, he doesn’t speed up. He takes a minute to lift his head and admire how overwhelmed your pretty little face is. Dress stained from the grass beneath you as your body is fucked into the ground, sticky sweat coats every inch of you. And it’s gorgeous, everything he’s wanted and more.

“Keep your fuckin eyes open.. don’t get lazy on me, huh?” You nod, trying your damndest to meet his request as he continues fucking deeply into you. After a few minutes when you absently close your eyes again, too blissed out to think much of it, Phinks’ hand releases one of your legs to wrap around your throat. The new angle has him closer to your body, mouth a whisper away from your ear as he growls “what the fuck did I just say? Is it that hard for you to listen?” He’s been gone for too many months to drag this out any longer. You’re a mess beneath him, mouth open and eyes glazed over as your grass stained hands come to grip at his own around your throat. Too overwhelmed to properly listen to him like you used to, almost begging for a punishment. Phinks’ resolve easily slips from his grasp at the sight.

His hips finally pick up their pace, a wet slapping noise radiates around you and rivals the thrum of blood in your ears. He has no qualms bruising your cervix over and over, not with the way your body sucks him in so greedily. How you beg so sweetly, almost incoherently for something that you have no words for. You wanted this, liked when he was deep enough to leave a lasting ache inside of you. A visceral reminder of his overwhelming presence. Never waning as he took every opportunity to fuck that delicious ache back inside of you. When your eyes close again, a silent scream falling from your mouth as the coil inside you snaps, there’s no punishment. It’s only an opportunity to spit in your open and awaiting mouth. His fingers remove themselves from around the sides of your throat to roughly massage over your tongue, his smile only growing when you splutter around them. Your hands still hold tight against his wrist but it does nothing to stop him from further gagging you as they hit the back of your throat. A breathy groan falls from his parted lips as you continue to clench down hard on his cock, eyes shut as you fight your reflexes and begin to suckle on the digits in your mouth.

  His hips stutter before picking up their previous rhythm, a harsh snap that fills the air and makes you whine with sensitivity. Phinks tries his best to ignore the pressure building low in his abdomen, gritting his teeth as he surges forward for more. One look at your damp face, eyes glossy and unfocused as you let him explore the wet warmth of your mouth, your pussy, taking every part of you he wants, is his undoing. Only a quiet “Fuck” warns you of his impending orgasm. The moan that rips through his chest is sinful, jaw slackening as you feel him release inside of you. You let out a relieved whine at the sensation as your own body finally has a moment of peace from Phinks’ bruising thrusts.

  All too suddenly it’s quiet, the only noise being Phinks’ heaving breaths and the wind whistling through the trees. But it comes as no surprise, he’s always quiet afterwards. Likes to savor the feeling of how his sensitive cock fits so snugly inside of you for as long as you’ll let him. His fingers eventually leave your mouth to cup your jaw, head resting in the crook of your neck as his thumb idly traces the outline of your lips. You don’t move to push him away, don’t open your mouth to complain about the grass scratching at your legs. Instead, you take a moment to breathe in his scent. To relax into the warmth of his touch and the sun overhead. Silence isn’t a rare phenomenon with Phinks. He’s brash and quick to anger, but in exchange you’re gifted moments like these. When his touch is nothing less than comforting and you can feel everything that’s left unsaid rolling off of him in waves of pure unadulterated fondness. Love is a language he’s not well versed in. His tongue is too clumsy to speak it fluently. So instead he lets the silence speak for him. “You missed me, huh?” you ask after a while, hand coming up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The question is completely rhetorical. You aren’t expecting a response, but he humors you all the same. “Yeah… yeah I missed you.”

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Tolerance

Summary: Natasha likes to push.

Warning: 18+ Language, Jealousy, Teasing, Smut (Daddy kink, marking, spanking, fingering, strap on) 

Word Count: 2,031

Side Note: I have no idea what made me write this but I’ve never written straight up smut so I hope this isn’t crap.

****** 

She is a tease.

The biggest tease you’ve ever met.

It’s nothing you can’t handle but that doesn’t mean you enjoy not being able to do anything about it.

Quite frankly you knew this was going to happen. Tony and Pepper sent Morgan to spend the weekend with her grandparents which meant free time for them. In true Tony Stark fashion, he planned a party.

He told the team weeks ahead of time and it’s safe to say that everyone got considerably excited over it. There hadn’t been a Stark party since long before the snap and no one would admit how much they missed them.

When Saturday night arrived, you and Natasha got ready an hour before the party. Despite your admonishing to do so before then, only for Natasha to dismiss that idea by telling you that you would just be fashionably late.

The second she left your bedroom to get dressed you knew she was up to something. So before you pulled on your black dress pants, you stepped into a harness and secured Natasha’s favorite red ribbed dildo to it, tying it to your thigh with an inconspicuously wrapped belt.

As always your girlfriend looks beyond gorgeous. The black thigh length dress exposes her back and leaves a space at her side, revealing just enough of the curve of her breast to make you clench your jaw.

She combs her fingers up into her hair and shakes the curls out to leave a wavy look behind.

On the drive to the building you warn Natasha not to try anything, her smirking at you and saying,“ we’ll see.”

And you so indeed see.

Along with the team, there are a number of other people around. The King and Princess of Wakanda escorted by the general, Fury and Hill, as well as the Captain herself Carol.

Which leaves a number of people for Natasha to flirt with.

No matter where you stand she’s directly in your line of sight: at the bar with Bucky and Steve, on the provided couches with Wanda and Clint, in a corner with Tony and Bruce.

She leaves lingering touches on the people she’s chosen to drag into her little game. Leaning close to them just enough to put her chest on display.

If it weren’t Natasha everyone might’ve thought something of her actions, but it’s very publicly known that she’s your girl.

The two of you hadn’t fucked out in the open at any point but you never bothered to cover the many bruises and marks you decided to leave on each other. And that’s evidence enough.

Apparently though, someone didn’t get the memo.

Two hours into the party, as Natasha notices your lack of reaction, she tries for a more embolden play.

Grabbing the hand of Carol Danvers, she pulls the woman on to the dance floor.

It’s not packed enough for you to lose her, which you’re grateful for. It allows you to send a murderous glare their way as you watch your girlfriend sexually dance against the blonde woman.

Her hips move in an enticing manner, the Captain matching her movement as her hands lay against your girlfriend’s hips.

Disregarding the drink you just ordered, you march over to the two, jaw clenched so tightly your teeth might shatter.

Natasha’s green eyes alight as you approach. Fire setting inside her when you grab her waist and spin her into you.

“Excuse me, we have something important to discuss.” You give your best smile to the blonde woman before pulling Natasha away.

She excitedly keeps pace with you as you walk through the hallway of the venue, each step taken with intense purpose.

Having never been in the building before you aren’t sure where to go, purposefully passing the bathrooms, until you finally find a door marked ‘Administrative Office’.

Natasha has no time to think. You open the door and pull her into the room, pressing your lips against hers with pent up fervor.

She eagerly returns it, a cocky smirk breaking the kiss.

“What’s gotten into you Y/L/N?” She teases.

“You don’t think I knew what your plan was already?” You cock a brow at her.“ This skimpy little dress of yours gave the plan away before we even left the apartment.”

She knows you knew, she just didn’t think you caught on that early.

“I-”

“Don’t. I’m sure whatever you’re about to say is a bunch of bullshit. Besides you know exactly why we’re in here.”

Even though it’s not a question, she nods. It’s as if she’s already fallen into the heat and intensity of the moment.

A switch basically flicks in her as she waits, ready to comply to whatever is about to happen. She knows whatever you’re about to do is going to be worth it.

You run your thumb along her bottom lip and she sucks it into her mouth without needing instruction. Letting it go with a pop, a small string of spit hooking around her bottom lip, that she licks away.

Her tongue leaves her lips looking even more glossy, accentuating how plump and kiss swollen they are. This just makes you kiss her again.

A low moan vibrates through it as your hand tangles in her hair and tugs. You trail hot open mouth kisses across her collarbone, leaving marks behind that will for sure be visible by the time you return to the party.

“You must feel pretty proud of the show you put on out there huh?” 

She moans again as you speak against her neck, voice low and rough with arousal. 

When you pull back you find her green eyes blown,“ did you enjoy dancing with Carol like that?” You circle her body like she’s your prey, stopping behind her to speak in her ear,“ grinding into her, letting her touch you the way that she did?” 

Emphasizing your point, you mimic their past actions: pushing your hips into Natasha so that your strap rubs against her ass and running your hands down her waist.

Natasha breathes heavily and rests her head back against your shoulder,“ it worked didn’t it?” She bites your ear, running her tongue across it as she pulls away.

“That’s not what I asked you. I want to know if you enjoyed it?” 

She has two options here. Tell you ‘no’ and let this continue exactly how it usually would. Or lie and tell you ‘yes’, eliciting you to punish her and this continues roughly.

“Yes.” She whispers.

Jaw clenching, your hand trails up her back, and you push her down. The red head hisses at the feeling of the cold wood pressed against the tops of her breasts.

Your fingers leave a burning trail up her thighs to the bottom of her dress and you hike it up to bunch at her stomach.

When your hand rubs soft circles on her ass she knows what’s coming. The anticipation of it sends another wave of arousal into her stomach and pooling between her legs.

The first smack is painfully delicious, making her hiss and moan through the number one, not forgetting to count along even in her sex daze.

The force of your smacks and the burn on her ass eventually has her jolting against the mahogany desk and she knows her panties are beyond ruined.

After the tenth smack you stop, once again rubbing the abused cheek soothingly. It’s a familiar tingly painful sensation but she loves it.

She’s not fully recovered from your previous actions when she feels your fingers sliding through her folds, collecting her arousal and ghosting over her clit.

“Y/n please.”

A dark chuckle falls from your lips that’s equally intimidating as it is sexy,“ begging so soon? Where’d all that courage from early go?”

You tease her entrance with your fingers as you speak, just barely slipping one inside her.

Being so riled up has her cursing already, a near silent “fuck” falling from her lips at your ministrations.

“I find it amusing that you’re begging me now when just minutes ago you were practically letting Carol fuck you on the dance floor.”

She whimpers at both your words and the way you roughly remove your fingers from her. Your finger hadn’t filled her by any means but the loss of your touch is enough to make tears spring in her eyes.

Turning her head, she looks back at you,“ I don’t want Carol. I don’t want anyone but you. Please.”

You decide that she’s been teased enough, and you know she has no feelings towards Carol it was all to get a rise out of you.

It’s beyond relieving to her to hear the belt of your pants clatter against the floor. You pull her underwear off of her, the fabric slightly agitating her abused ass.

“Tell me something Tasha, do you think you deserve to be fucked?”

She’s nodding before the questions is even asked.

Amused, you run the tip of the strap against her folds, collecting her dripping arousal on it, before easing it into her.

The rigged dildo fills her and has her gripping the desk already.

You start with a slow teasing pace, hand just barely gripping her hip as you move into her.

Until she starts to moan louder, breathing harshly as she says,“ harder daddy, please.”

Her words make you still, purely because you have to process the sound of that word leaving her mouth. She speaks it with such innocence despite your current actions.

Only for it to be spoken appropriately dirtier as you begin to pound into the woman.

Her body bounces every time your hips connect, her arousal coats not only her own thighs but also yours. She’s cursing, begging, and calling you ‘daddy’ in an attempt to make you literally ruin her.

But that’s practically guaranteed when she cums without your permission.

If she’s being honest she wouldn’t have been able to stop it anyway. You’d managed to hit her most sensitive spot repeatedly and there was no holding back the orgasm that forced from her.

Since she’s decided to disregard your rules, you work harder and faster to pull another one from her seconds later. But you know she can do better than that.

And she does, cumming a third time with a single thrust. Her legs quiver and her arms grow weak.

“Fuck, Y/n, I can’t-”

“Just one more pretty girl. You can do that for daddy can’t you?”

Wanting nothing more than to please you, she slides a hand underneath her body and circles her clit. Your ministrations plus hers makes her cum a forth time.

She literally screams, a Russian curse mixed in, as she collapses against the desk.

You just barely move inside her, allowing her to come down from the highest of highs. A hand running over her thigh in time with your slow rocks.

When her thighs settle and her body stops heaving with each breath, you pull out of her. A whimper spills from her lips with her last ‘fuck’.

Helping her sit up, you turn her around to face you. Gentle fingers comb red hair out of her face and wipe away the tear stains.

“I love you.” You smile at her.

Of course she returns it, no matter how outdone she is,“ I love you too.”

After you’ve eased her underwear back into place and fixed her dress, you fix yourself. Ideally you’d clean yourselves up but that’s not an option at the moment and you’re slightly pleased with the idea of her being reminded of this moment every time her slick thighs rub together.

“Just a reminder, I can handle a lot of things, but I don’t tolerate people touching my girl.” The grip you assume on the back of her neck is equally as loving as it is a warning,“ try that again and you won’t be walking for a week.”

She nods, teeth biting into her bottom lip.

When the two of you return to the party, marks blooming on Natasha’s skin aa she clings to your arm, it’s clear to everyone what just went down. But it’s not spoken on.

******

[the-green-maiden]

Supernatural Fair Fight Livestream Recap with timestamps

(based off of the notes I took while watching live. any errors are mine and not the fault of the cast or abrams)

21:01 Panel Starts. Misha introduces panel- Stacey Abrams, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padelecki, Erik Kripke, Berto the ASL interpreter.

21:02 Stacey Abrams talks about how she got into SPN. Talks about running for governor(?) in California(?), having trouble gathering support/campaign funds. On a particularly bad day, ends up watching SPN in her hotel room. Loves it, ends up watching the whole show after this. Quotes “Even if it’s hard we can’t stop” and “who else is going to do this” and talks about keeping going.

21:05 Kripke: “Wow”

Ackles: “That’s one of the most beautiful interpretations of what we do, how we tell the story.”

21:06 Kripke: “Grateful we could provide inspiration” 

21:07 JarPad: *reiterates above* joke about how “Kripke’s writing is questionable at best.”

21:08 Misha: “The reason we tell stories is to inspire people” creates an allegory about the ‘invisible enemy’ of voter suppression with the invisible enemy trope common in storytelling. “As we made the show, we were taking inspiration from [Abrams]”

21:09 Kripke asks Abrams to tell more about Fair Fight

21:09 Abrams talks about a secretary of state(?) [whose name I didn’t catch but who JPad refers to as ‘Lucifer”] who was in charge of voter registries in Georgia who wrongfully removed thousands of voters from lists, closed essential polling locations, and prevented people from voting, which disproportionately impacted POC and youth voters, and led to 8+ hour wait times in remaining locations. Abrams tells of how her and FF acted to fix this and change the whole system for the better. “If this becomes about politicians, no one is going to care, but when it becomes about people’s [list of basic rights and essential services]...” “...Patriotic belief that democracy means that if you’re eligible to vote, you get to be heard. Fair Fight is committed to ensuring that every voter in the US has the right to vote, and we are pretty good at it.”

21:16 Misha voices concerns about Trump’s attempts to make the 2020 vote counts seem unreliable.

21:17 Abrams gives an in-depth history of voter suppression in the US, committed by both parties at various times, including restrictions on mail-in votes, ID laws, and something about the voting rights act.

21:18 A bunch more panelists join in, including Jake Abel, Felicia Day, and a number of other SPN cast members.

21:19 Abrams says that in Texas a gun license is a valid id to vote, but a college id is not. “Everyone should get to participate, not just the chosen.” Mentions that she has not seen the final 3 episodes yet, request no spoilers until she logs out.

21:22 Kripke thanks Abrams for her political work.

21:22 Felicia Day says she was very excited to meet Abrams at Dragon Con.

21:33 Misha and Kripke try to move panel along to comply with Abrams limited time availability.

21:24 Rachel Miner “We all admire you [Abrams], you’re our hero.”

21:25 JPad gives a long speech thanking Abrams that was too fast to write down verbatim. “It’s important that everyone have their own voice” says it’s an honor to meet Abrams.

21:26 Bob Singer asks a question about Purdue(?) not showing up to a debate.

21:27 Abrams gives a detailed answer about swing states, swing voters, the lack of swing voters in Georgia, and the relatively small impact that Purdue(?) missing a debate would have on his numbers. Long speech about mail-in voting.

21:29 Sebastian Roche asks a question about run-off votes. Abrams answers.

21:30 Rachel Miner asks a question about voter registration descrimination against people w foreign names.

21:31 Abrams talks about how this has happened and what Fair Fight is doing to combat it, and how Fair Fight’s legal actions have managed to significantly reduce the amount of mail-in ballots thrown out for having difficult to understand names on them.

21:33 Shoshanna Stern thanks Abrams for her efforts in making voting more disability accessible.

21:34 Abrams answers, gives more info on the subject and the importance of having accessible voting locations.

21:36 Jim Beaver says it’s wonderful to be able to talk to Abrams, etc.

21:37 Abrams realizes her time has just about run out, and says thank yous and good byes. Mentions that tomorrow is her birthday. Multiple members of the cast wish her a happy birthday. More goodbyes from everyone, and thank yous to and from Abrams. Abrams exits call.

21:39 Kripke and Misha encourage people to donate to FF

21:41 Misha and Jensen rib each other, joke about an open bar.

21:41 Misha “Now we’re just going to waste your time for half an hour now that she’s gone”

21:42 Curtis Armstrong tells a short story about his mother, who was a voter activist in Detroit and Switzerland, and how nice it was to see Abrams talk.

21:43 Trivia intro. Multiple jokes made at the same time about state capitals.

21:44 Jim Beaver “When my kid was 7, I asked her the capital of Vermont and she said V”

21:44 Kripke asks semi-serious question about what JPad wore as protection in the ball-crusher Japanese game show scene in Changing Channels.

21:45 JPad “A thimble. A mini-thimble. No, a cup.” says something else about the cup.

21:46 Ackles “Our special effects team likes to go above and beyond”

21:46 JPad comments about real fear in that scene

21:46 Misha tries to get trivia back on track. “Without powers, what does Dean say Cas is?”

------[Baby in a trenchcoat]

“Other name of the Impala?”

Julie McNiven guesses “A special place”. Someone calls out “baby”

-----[Metallicar]

“Name of Sam and Jess’s friend who goes with them to the bar in the pilot?”

Even JPad, who was in the scene, does not know. Kripke comments that it was named after an irl friend of his from Tiuanna, named LUIS.

“5 works Kripke ripped off for SPN?”

Everyone guessing at once, including: Animal House, On The Road, Good Omens, Constantine, Star Wars, and several others.

“What herpes medication does Sam have to do a commercial for?”

[Herpexia]

21:52 JPad and Julie rib each other about herpes meds, and argue whether the term is prescription or subscription for medication. One of them brings up the example of having a subscription to dog food.

21:52 Jake Abel “What if your dog has herpes?”

Misha “I only hope that Stacey Abrams has tuned in”

Seb makes another joke about state capitals, then asks JPad the capital of Albania.

Jared has no idea, guesses ‘new albania’

Seb “Tirana” talks about having lived on a boat, presumably near Albania.

Rob Benedict: “Thanks for tuning in”

Bob Singer asks who knows the story of Seb getting a massage at VAncouver airport.

Jared (paraphrased) “We all fly through Vancouver airport a lot. Just past security there’s a massage place [with the chairs where you face the floor].” One day JPad and Ackles went through security and saw Seb getting a massage. They go over, convince the masseuse [who knows them all at this point] to let JPad take over. Seb does not notice, despite the fact that the masseuse is a small woman and JPad is holding his hands weird to try to make them smaller. JPad says he put his hands down Seb’s back and up his shirt, and Seb still did not notice, just making a noise and saying ‘very nice’. JPad gets as far as groping Seb’s ass before Seb notices anything is up. This is still the middle of a busy airport.

21:58 Seb “It was strangely sensual. Thank you, Robert, for bringing that up.” “I was perturbed for the whole flight back.”

Ackles “Another highbrow story”

Seb “It’s really fun being on that set. It really is” Claims they are also serious sometimes, to which there is laughter in response.

Ackles “It going to be like that on The Boys, Krip?”

Kripke “No massages to completion”

Seb “Wait there was no completion”

Krip “Saw photos of [Ackles’s] supersuit today”

Multiple jokes from several people about Ackle costume for The Boys being assless, crotchless, entirely made of paint, and cowboy-themed.

22:01 Misha “time for about 5 minutes of outtakes”

Someone jokes about adding ‘give Seb a massage’ as a donation tier.

Misha thanks the fans, says he loves and misses all the cast. Asks Rob B to sing.

22:02 Rob B “tune into my radio show” [for singing]

22:03 Misha announced that $225,000 has been raised for charity so far in the stream.

More thank yous from everyone to everyone, including the zoom team.

22:04 Seb “Vote out Mitch McConnel:

Jensen “Such as British accent to tell us who to vote for”

Seb “I’m half French half Scottish”

Jensen and Seb joke about scottish and french alcohols, and how they can’t be mixed.

22:05 Kripke thanks the fans for 15 years. Everyone else joins in on thanking fans for 15 years.

Jake Abel “There was a big gap in there for me somewhere”

Seb asks if Jake was in the first season.

22:06 Jake “3rd, 5, and 15”

Seb gives long thank you speech.

Jensen talks about how the cast is sticking together “This group is not being dispersed”...”I take comfort in knowing this” jokes that they’re stuck together whether they like it or not.

Misha “Like herpes”

Felicia “Genital or otherwise”

22:07 gag reel begins, including Misha’s ‘on-camera finger, Jensen falling off a chair “furniture could use some work”, Jensen failing to pick a lock for a very long time and Jared asking ‘Cas” to open it, Jensen saying ‘hail misha’ instead of ‘hail mary’, Misha failing to keep a straight face while looking at Alex Calvert, Jensen eating something too hot(?), and more that someone has probably already uploaded in full anyway.

21:13 stream ends.

[sparkles-and-trash]

You asked for modern atla headcanons. I am usually not that into modern AUs for ATLA, unless they’re set within the world of ATLA - unlike in other fandoms, I find it really weird when I can see a person’s highly regional lived experience stamped all over these characters. But I die for modern AUs where, for instance, Ba Sing Se has outgrown its original walls into a full-on megacity, or the Sato-style mecha - now piloted remotely - are being used by both the benders and non-benders of Republic City (non-benders trying to level the playing field, benders using all tools at their disposal to keep that from happening).

I was really disappointed by the weird political messaging of LoK and in many ways I feel like my desire to see the Gaang translated to that era or an era more similar to our own is a wish for a fixit where Toph’s not a cop and Sokka is around to push back at the assumption of bender supremacy in their society. If I wrote fic I’d write one set in a world similar to our own, with a similar anti-colonial plot as the first ATLA but with some of the conflicts of LoK season 2 added to the mix. I like the idea that the Gaang would at first be fighting an imperialist fire nation, but that Sokka (and Suki) would suck them into a more complex conflict with the world’s current power structure. They’re all in their early 20s instead of their teens - like maybe Sokka’s an engineer who ends up being scouted and initiated by a group of non-bender freedom fighters, and he has to manage his conflicting relationships with them and the Gaang. And maybe Aang and Katara don’t actually get it at first - like Aang’s like, how can you talk about supremacy when I’m literally the last of my people, and Katara’s like, all the Southern Water Tribe benders are dead or (more hopefully) imprisoned stfu, and Sokka’s like - what does it say about our world that benders are so powerful that the fire nation didn’t even consider us when they attacked the SWT - nonbenders still had to pick up the pieces though, and your life is still considered more valuable and important than mine. And Toph’s basically an shameless bender-supremacist that has to have this shit explained to her repeatedly despite the fact that she has experience being condescended to as a result of her disability. Like I want the Gaang to have a serious conflict around this but then actually come around to the idea that defeating the fire nation isn’t the only thing they need to accomplish.

Zuko would actually get it way more quickly, because he knows first hand the intimate damage bending can do, and I love to imagine Ty Lee surprising everyone by leaving Azula for this non-bender army, rather than for Mai or (tangentially) Zuko. She’d be like, yes, I will teach everyone chi blocking, and then they’ll never be as afraid of their “loved ones” as I have been. But Zuko would still be a shitty imperialist at first - just with differently shitty hair. He’d be doing more more intelligence-style stuff (basically Ozai would be like, you’re not even worthy of being called a bender, or being in charge of benders. Go sit in submarines and offices and geotag possible locations for the avatar and spy on the earth kingdom, and maybe if you find the avatar you can come home).

And at 22 Zuko would be mostly going through the motions, totally emotionally stunted, having spent all his time alone or with people he’s been taught to think were really beneath him, but he’d be slowly getting the idea that Ozai’s absolutely full of shit. “Spying” (he’s not very good at it) and spending all this time with non-benders has a)allowed him time to move in circles Azula never would (nobody but the royal family and a fire nation few nobles know about Zuko’s scar, so he’s not clocked as anything but a victim of the fire nation) and b) allowed him time to appreciate his non-bending skills (he’s still really into swords because Zuko’s always going to be a nerd) and the non-bending skills of his underlings. He starts wondering why these people are even working toward the fire nation’s goals, and then slowly realizing some of them actually aren’t - there’s a whiff of low-grade sabotage around a lot of fire nation missions, and Zuko begins to realize specific non-benders are responsible. He doesn’t immediately expose them - instead he (inexpertly) tails them to a meeting, and is promptly kidnapped by chi-blocking non-benders. Ty Lee obviously knows who he is, and while most of the leaders of the non-benders want to use him as some kind of bargaining chip with the fire nation, she nixes that idea on account of Ozai not giving a shit, and instead says, “shit, we’ll just have to imprison him.” Meanwhile Zuko’s like… this sucks but also I think you guys are onto something. Sokka (in glasses, because I love Sokka in glasses) keeps visiting him to gather intel (which he could just get from the more advantageously placed Ty Lee) and stare at him. And bring him food and films, and complain to him about the fire nation’s drone technology. And accidentally little bits of the non-bender’s plans. Eventually Zuko’s like you shouldn’t be telling me any of this, but since you are I’m going to help you with this stupid thing I think you might be planning that I know won’t work for reasons and tell you what to do instead. And Zuko saves a bunch of non-bender lives that day, so they begin to trust him more and more.

Of course this turns into yet another conflict with Katara once she and Aang are brought in on the fact that Sokka and his movement are working with the literal heir of the Fire Nation’s dictatorship. Aang is totally fine with it, and Toph (still a bender-supremacist, though humoring her friends in this new cause of theirs) is like, no, this is great, we need as many benders as we can get (Toph would be a sardonic goth if she could see colors well enough to avoid them - instead she’s just a very loyal asshole with dirty feet and a lot of brutal/abstract blackwork tattoos. She’s likes how much they scare people).

Anyway eventually they do all work together to no only unseat Ozai from his imperialist dictatorship but also begin an equalist uprising out in the open. Aang toys with taking everyone’s (and I mean everyone in the whole world’s) bending away but realizes the whole problem is benders having the power to make decisions for other people, so instead he throws himself behind the equalist cause (literally behind the leaders of the equalist cause) and says he’ll support their mechanization and their right to protect themselves (and agitate for laws wherever they live that support justice and protection for non-benders) with all the powers at his disposal. In the end they build republic city, which is envisioned as a multi-national city with non-bender representation build into its governing structure. Toph doesn’t become a cop. She goes around building literal bridges and tearing pavement out of places that shouldn’t be paved, and has three kids by different unnamed fathers and one of them is a non-bender that gets really into metallurgy but also talks a lot of loving shit to her mom.

Blah blah bah. I have overstayed my welcome in your ask box, but you got me thinking. If only I actually knew how to write!

my dude, you straight up sat down and wrote a whole ass one shot and sent it to me on anon???? you have to be an actual godsend???

nobody ever overstays their welcome in my ask box (if they're nice!), but this is above and beyond, I am blown away by how cool this is????????

I don't even know what to say tbh, and if you ever write this, or want to talk more about it, please feel free to hit me up, in any way, and I'd be stoked to hear more about it!!!

share your fav modern au head canons with me ~

[omnicat]

A Brief Summary of More Seasons of “Timeless” (Inevitably Leading Up to Gladiator!Flynn)

Hey @ununpredictableme, here’s that thing I promised to show you! :D (Again with a delay, but better late than never, right? /o\ )

The thing about time travel was, it was just too damn tempting for its own good. The whole “doubling back over your own lifetime will kill you” thing was an effective deterrent to whims like “that date was a disaster, let’s go give my past self some tips to improve the experience” and “we’re going to try this specific evil plan over and over until it succeeds, dammit!”, but as it turned out, that still left plenty of bigger ambitions.

First, of course, there was Rittenhouse and its covert world domination schemes: the very reason time travel managed to be invented in the first place. Briefly interrupted by Garcia Flynn’s roaring rampage of burning Rittenhouse to the ground and/or saving the wife and daughter they’d murdered. (Preferably both at the same time, but when push came to shove he would’ve settled for going down in a blaze of martyrdom, survivor’s guilt soothed by the knowledge that he’d at least tried.)

/S1; Flynn

Then back to Rittenhouse, their plans by that point out of the development phase and being implemented by a visionary with more flair and philosophy than common sense, but plenty of dangerous ideas either way. Though it didn’t take long for Rittenhouse’s deplorable recruitment practices to come back and bite them in the ass, resulting in a coup by one of its lowest-esteemed members.

/S2; Rittenhouse

Emma Whitmore, driven by nothing but a bitter desire to thrive over the backs of anyone who had ever harmed or held her back with even so much as their mere existence, but no longer knowing what thriving meant after the decades of pressure and manipulation and isolation Rittenhouse had subjected her to, turned the time machine into her personal pirate ship. She looted and pillaged her way through history, taking treasures and torching everything that pissed her off. And there wasn’t much that didn’t piss her off. If Flynn’s strategy had been to blow up especially fishy-smelling rocks and see what Rittenhouse filth came scurrying out from underneath, and Nicholas Keynes’ had been to repaint history in his own image in intricate and meticulously crafted brush strokes, Emma’s was to punish those in history who disadvantaged her and twist the arms of those who could elevate her in the cruelest ways she could think of. It was no wonder Jessica Logan had turned on her, in the end. It had only been a matter of time before Emma would have turned on her – and her baby.

/S3; Emma

For a short while, they thought Jessica’s change of heart was the end of it; Rittenhouse was in ruins, Emma dead, and Flynn mostly well-behaved as part of the Lifeboat crew. The antagonist bench was empty, the heroes no longer constantly preoccupied with defending themselves. The team finally had the time and opportunity to piece their timetravel-mangled lives and families back together. Lucy un-erased Amy, and their parents along with her; Flynn found a way to save Iris and Lorena without erasing all the victories their deaths had led to. Wyatt and Jessica took the Lifeboat to the 1400’s to raise their little family and clear their heads for a while. That while turned into forever. In the end, instead of disposing of the Lifeboat somewhere no modern villain would ever find it, as the initial plan had been, their grandson returned the ship to the 21st century, to a date mere weeks from the day they’d departed from. Sherwin was a bright, eager young man with Jessica’s eyes, Wyatt’s smile, an insatiable desire to see everything the past and future had to show him – and his best friend, Willard, in tow... who proved startlingly quick to be corrupted by the power of time travel.

Willard stole the ApocaLifeboat (thanks, Lucy Croft and Bearded Wyatt, that autopilot was just what they’d needed to make time travel even more of a crapshoot) and jumped from time period to time period, looking for a place and moment where he could install himself as the next best coming since Jesus, and revealing future technology and knowledge everywhere he went. He altered history with reckless abandon and relocated dozens upon dozens of bamboozled followers to eras they had no business being in.

While the team struggled to deal with Willard, Sherwin got attached to the 21th century, Lucy figured out how to deal with her restored family now that she’d uncovered the sordid truth of their ancestry, and Flynn wrestled with the self-hatred and guilt that threatened to tear his own newly-reunited family apart. And after the team returned from a jump with a damaged ship to a timeline where Connor was dead of a disease that didn’t exist before they left, taking his vital expertise and resources to the grave with him, Jiya and Rufus had to A: figure out how to undo his death, and B: develop a way to keep anybody else they cared about but who couldn’t come on a jump from being lost or critically changed by random divergences to their personal history, poofing out of existence because of family tree disruptions like Amy, or being hijacked by the enemy like Jessica. Objective A was accomplished with another jump, and objective B with what Rufus, who had the crucial eureka moment, got to dub the Wellsaday Cage (a portmanteau of Faraday Cage and H.G. Wells, the author of the first ever time machine story). The Cage ensured that everybody inside it shared in the temporal bubble that made it so the team didn’t get swept up by the effects of their actions while they were on a jump and always came back to the altered present as their old selves. BOOM. So many problems and four-dimensional puzzle induced-headaches solved.

/S4; Willard from the 14th Century

No sooner did the team stop Willard and start bickering among themselves about how – if at all – to fix the mess he’d made of history, than the remnants of Rittenhouse (their cult annoyingly unscathed by what Willard’s had wrought) reared its ugly head again. The remaining followers, a motley bunch who had rearranged the once unassailable hierarchy with blood and backstabbing in the wake of the purge of all Rittenhouse’s biggest and most actually influential figures, fought with a zeal only found in true believers who had seen their cult’s long-awaited judgement day pass by without so much as a lightning strike and doubled down on their faith regardless. Nothing the Time Team did could stop them – until finally, after an inexplicable delay of four seasons, they returned to David Rittenhouse and smothered the entire organization in the bud by killing him before he could start spreading his ideology in the first place.

/S5; Rittenhouse Redux

Preventing the birth of the Rittenhouse cult altered the history of the USA beyond recognition and, since it was Rittenhouse’s relentless urging and unlimited funds that made time travel possible, erased everything that had occurred because of it in the previous seasons. The team made a number of jumps to win some lotteries and make some jackpot investments to help themselves and the loved ones they’d saved with the Wellsaday Cage start over, and everybody set themselves to the task of adjusting to their new reality and dealing with the scars left by erased timelines only they now remembered.

Then time-travelers from centuries into the future started showed up. The team hadn’t had to wonder who the good guys and the bad guys were or what side they should be on since they cottoned on to the truth of what Flynn kept saying in S1. Now they were left questioning everything again. Who were these people from the future? What did they want, and could they be trusted to tell the truth about that? When they started contradicting each other and the cracks in their initially united front started to show, who could the team believe? And what would happen when the team fractured along long-dormant fault lines of trust (among themselves, and toward the future travelers) and philosophical disagreements over what time travel should or shouldn’t be used for and allowed to cause??

Much tension, very suspense. Wow. They figured it out eventually, though. And hey, guess what? Flynn’s inexplicable inability to come up with a sensible Plan B to kill David Rittenhouse all the way back in S1 wasn’t so inexplicable after all! Turns out it was a remote intervention by a distant-future scumbag – let’s call him Gabmucs – who read about the dude’s many different deaths in a history book about the Time War Era and the development of the tech that would come to shield The Future He Comes From from being affected by all that temporal chaos from the past. (Based on Jiya & Rufus’s Wellsaday Cage, but applied to the whole solar system past a certain point in time.)

Gabmucs thought all those ideas about oppression and suppression and world domination sounded right up his alley, and set up some kind of outcome enforcer tech (derivative from the Temporal Shield just like the Temporal Shield was a derivative of the Wellsaday Cage) around David R’s life to ensure only one specific fate from the many timelines centered around him would come to pass, and so his ideas would come to fruition no matter what. When the team first discovered David’s existence, Gabmucs’s technology had detected Flynn’s intentions and befuddled his senses until he just couldn’t think straight enough to kill the guy anymore. The eventual failure of this tech was what prompted Gabmucs to manipulate a team from his own time to go back and help him intervene in person. And while he was there, he might as well take some crucial steps toward disabling the Temporal Shield, so he could go home afterwards to a world steeped in glorious Rittenhouse-flavored evil tailor-made to his tastes.

He just wasn’t very honest to most of his team about the motives or objectives of their mission, and they didn’t take kindly to finding out the truth. Especially when one of them (let’s call her... uh... Niwrehs? /o\ I hate character names almost as much as fic titles) had fallen in love with Sherwin. (In the end, Niwhrehs stayed in the 21st century. And my wish of having both a distant past and a far future member on the team was fulfilled! Also, this season definitely has the modern team visiting the future AT LEAST once!!)

/S6; The Future

And just when they thought that was finally the end of it, Stanley Fisher arose from his ever-worsening stupor of visions and turned out to have become a temporal eldritch demi-god. A bored temporal eldritch demigod. Having seen literally everything there ever was to see, in every timeline that had ever been, he started changing things with the biggest impact possible, purely so he could experience something truly new again. And he didn’t need a time machine to transport himself to the past.

Which is what finally brings us to antiquity, and the massive, unimaginable changes he could cause by knocking history off course that far back... AND GLADIATOR FLYNN! :D The special effects budget goes through the roof! Old Rome! Ancient Egypt! The Aztecs! Atilla the Hun! Cavemen and Medieval knights and pirates and samurai and and and... WOOLY MAMMOTHS!! Good thing the far future guys left universal translator tech behind!

Wait, wait, back up, whaaaat?? WELL, you see, because of the accident that gave him his visions, Stanley was never affected by the timeline changing the way the rest of reality around him was. Even though it seemed like he was at first. But actually, every time the timeline changed, he instead absorbed the quantum imprint of the new version of himself and all the memories, visions, viability, and temporal capability that came with it. This slowly drove him crazier and crazier with every edit to the timeline, the human brain utterly unequipped to handle so many realities crammed into one mind – until the last jump of S6. That one tipped him over a critical mass of timelines into near-omniscience, and rearranged his physical and psychic being to finally accommodate it all.

(Look, no time-travel story can be called a real time-travel story unless everything goes batshit insane at some point, okay?)

Jiya had been experiencing the same thing, just on a much, much smaller scale, since she was shielded from most of the timeline changes by either being part of the jump team or being safely ensconced inside a Wellsaday Cage. But when it became clear that the team didn’t stand a chance against Stanley, she made a desperate gamble and told her past self what happened to Stanley... and how she could replicate it in herself. Jiya expected to die when she returned from this jump, but instead of being absorbed by the new timeline’s eldritch Jiya, that Jiya made sure they remained two separate entities. Girl Jiya rejoined her team, Eldritch Jiya transcended into Demi-Goddess Jiya, and between two time machines and a walking force of quantum nature, they kicked Stanley’s ass. Demi-Goddess Jiya absorbed his temporal whatever and became full-blown Time Goddess Jiya, who then merged with the timestream itself and ensured that all the time travel fuckery was finally, FINALLY, fucking over, and this season finale would be the definitive show finale. And everybody lived happily ever after.

EVERYBODY.

Yes, even if they were erased three hundred timelines ago. Yes, even if nobody was supposed to remember them anymore; she’s god now, she can fix that. That and so much more. And she does! Because she’s nice like that. Fuck ‘fate’ and ‘destiny’, the Goddess Jiya’s in charge now, and she makes sure time travel will not continue to or ever newly hurt her friends and family again.

/S7; Temporal Eldritch Demi-God Stanley Fisher

THE END

(Sorry Paulina, your scribbles will never come to anything. Or maybe they will, but your results will be relentlessly trolled by time!Jiya.)

[warsmith-38]

How I would do RWBY pt.6

Season Six.

RWBY and JNR (and Ozpin, Qrow, and Ilia) on route to Atlas.

SSSN and CFVY have responsibilities in Mistral so they stay back. IE: Ozpin now doubts their loyalty due to their headmaster being compromised.

RWBY and co. get stopped at SDC border checkpoint.

Almost get detained for questioning.

Blake remembers the last time a friend of hers was ‘detained for questioning’.

Winter intervenes, using the authority of the military. Allows RWBY and co. into Atlas.

As soon as they get a moment away from the grunts Winter embraces her sister and admonishes her for not even leaving a note when she left.

She understands why she left, but still.

Blake ribs her a little.

Yang points out to everyone that she’s the only one who’s never ran off without telling anyone.

Winter takes them all to Ironwood.

Ironwood explains that the Atlas military has been doing everything they can to keep the peace short of using scorched earth tactics.

The SDC and the White Fang have armed patrols going through the streets, are having regular firefights in the streets, harassing civilians, and blowing shit up, but almost always peace out when the military shows up.

Jacques is incommunicado and Sienna hasn’t been publicly seen in Atlas for over a decade.

The Atlas government is a bunch of corrupt fuckwits taking bribes from both sides (and Salem too).

Ironwood is doing all he can, but he’s being forced to do it with his hands tied behind his back.

Ruby wants to know if anyone’s seen Cinder.

Ironwood tells her that they’ve been busy with more pressing matters.

Winter says that she has encountered and even fought CEMN.

She lost half of her unit and CEMN got away.

No sign since then and no agents to spare to chase them anyway.

Ruby’s disappointment is curbed by being reunited with rebuilt Penny.

Aren’t data backups a beautiful thing?

She lucked out that her memory core wasn’t destroyed with the rest of her old body.

Her new body, to make room for newer and better features, had to do away with the data backup thing.

If she dies now, she’s dead for good. She only had the one extra life.

Both are beyond overjoyed to see each other again.

Both thought the other was dead until Penny saw Ruby on a news broadcast from Mistral.

Ruby cries while saying that she never thought she’d be able to hold Penny in a hug ever again.

Ciel is there too, not that anyone in or out of universe really cares. (…I care)

She is Penny’s supervisor as well as both Ironwood’s and Winter’s aide.

If she was old enough, she’d take up every vice there is due to how crappy her jobs are.

Everyone notices that Ironwood’s forces are almost equal parts human and faunus.

They cite that they’re sick of the SDC’s many abuses, the White Fang’s lies and broken promises, and the self-righteous indignation of the both of them.

Both sides suck and they have chosen option three.

Option three being telling both sides to go fuck themselves.

Ilia starts to think about things.

Weiss and Winter go to try to talk to Jacques to get whatever intel they can and/or stop the fighting.

Blake and Ilia try the same with Sienna, following whatever dead drop signs they can.

SDC secretary tries to wave Weiss and Winter off.

Jacques hears that his daughters are here and drops everything to talk to them.

W+W try and get Jacques to de-escalate.

He says he’s stuck in a stalemate and can’t even if he wanted to.

If he de-escalates then the White Fang will go wild at the sign of weakness.

He also admits that he’s ready to do the same should the White Fang try to de-escalate.

W+W tell him there’s a good chance that most of the more recent problems are Cinder and co. operating as accelerationists.

Willow enters the picture and sides with her daughters.

Eventually browbeat him into agreeing to a negotiation with Sienna if she also agrees.

Weiss has moment with her mother, finally addressing family problems.

Willow tells her that Jacques was contacted long ago by someone willing to give him an extra monetary and military edge in the fight.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that that someone was Salem.

Weiss is considerably less optimistic about the peace talks now.

Blake and Ilia manage to track down Sienna.

They get sneers and threatening looks from the White Fang members at her hideout.

Blake gets a ‘I’m sorry you had to kill your ex-boyfriend’ hug from aunty Sienna.

Blake accepts the hug in the name of diplomacy.

Doesn’t mention that a good chunk of Adam’s problems were made worse by Sienna’s actions and prompting or were just straight up her fault.

Blake and Ilia try to get Sienna to de-escalate.

Yeah, talking, that’s how you stop violent terrorists, totally. That’s a thing that works.

Sienna tells them that she will only de-escalate if Jacques does so first.

Until she gets a token gesture, it’s business as usual.

Blake tells Sienna about Cinder and that she’s probably causing most of the recent issues for Salem.

Ilia corroborates.

Sienna says she already knows and doesn’t care as long as it might give her an edge.

Damn the ever increasing body count.

Besides, Salem herself has been bankrolling a good chunk of the White Fang’s efforts for a while now.

Blake leaves in a huff and Ilia goes with her, both now entirely disillusioned with Sienna’s leadership as well as Sienna herself.

Ruby, Penny, and Ciel are hunting for signs of Cinder.

Get minimal results but it’s a nice opportunity for them to reconnect.

Penny is more than a little worried at how starved for vengeance Ruby is.

Ciel is skeptical as to if it’s a good idea to leave Penny alone with Ruby.

Yang is with Ironwood, trying to help however she can. Mostly kicking the ass of anyone who slacks off.

Yang is a pretty damn good XO.

She may not have the head for direct leadership, but is good at making troops do their best.

She has gained experience in such things since working with RWB.

Jaune is strategizing circles around Ironwood’s upper echelon.

Hasn’t acted this smug since wargaming night.

Ren and Nora are helping the boots on the ground, even managing to catch a good amount of both SDC militia and White Fang members.

Easier to legally prosecute people if you can catch them. Looks better in the papers and such.

Ozpin is conspiring with his inner circle as to what Salem might be planning in Atlas.

Interfering with the WF-SDC conflict to this degree isn’t Salem’s style.

She didn’t start this one, but it is her style to start a war and bankroll one or both sides.

However, she would leave it at that and let the two sides kill each other as they naturally would.

Come to the conclusion that Cinder is operating as a rogue element from Salem. That makes her less predictable and, as such, all the more dangerous.

That still leaves them in the dark as to what Salem is planning in Atlas or if she even has an active plan in Atlas for that matter.

Ruby meets Penny’s ‘father,’ a weird mad scientist who has a lot of projects ranging in levels of insanity.

Projects include but aren’t limited to: Super lasers, ICBMs, logging the genealogy of most of the planet (this one is important), Penny, making good tasting fruits taste like cat fur, pineapple on pizza, and so many more horrifying crimes against decency.

Atlas higher ups would get rid of him for being insane, but he has tenure.

Some of his projects are rather useful, too.

Ruby makes her excuses and leaves with Penny as the scientist tries to reveal certain revelations.

Yang discovers a little criminal element in the city.

That little criminal is Neo.

Yang learned her lesson from last time, takes her time to take Neo down.

Neo, surprised at how badly she’s losing, escapes with a tracker that Yang plants on her.

Weiss and Blake meet up to touch base on whatever progress they’ve made in peace talks.

Frustratingly little.

They’re both about to return to their contacts and relay plans when Sienna herself shows up with a sizable entourage.

Says that Weiss is coming with her as a bargaining chip against Jacques and asks Blake to stay out of it.

She ain’t gonna.

Ilia takes care of Sienna’s entourage.

WB vs Sienna.

Fight is cut off when SDC forces come to detain as much of RWBY as they can ‘for their own good’.

Goes about as well as expected.

Willow shows up to kick the crap out of them while Blake and Weiss cheese it.

Weiss and Winter had to get it from somewhere and they sure as shit didn’t get it from Jacques.

RWBY reconvenes.

Peace talk plan failed because both sides are led by lying douchebags more concerned about winning than the actual reasons why the fighting started.

Both sides are also being prompted to keep fighting by the same ancient witch-bitch and are too ignorantly angry to even consider the idea.

Fighting ain’t stopping but they can at least see if they can nab the people making things worse.

Ruby is eager to see if she can find and murder Cinder.

Weiss calls for an intervention on Ruby’s vengeance fetish.

Tries to tell her that this is ridiculously unhealthy and taking Cinder alive could infinitely be more useful.

Ruby lashes back at her, citing that Cinder killed Penny in front of all of them.

Penny then comes in to say salutations to everyone.

Ruby then cites that Cinder killed Ozpin.

Ozpin tells them that he’s been ‘killed’ plenty of times, Cinder ain’t special.

Ruby then cites that Cinder killed Pyrrha.

JNR point out that Ruby said less than a dozen words directly to Pyrrha during their time at Beacon and are very offended that Ruby would try and use Pyrrha’s death as a justification for her vendetta.

Ruby refuses to not go after Cinder but does reluctantly agree to try and calm down about it.

Weiss gives her a hug and says that she’s an idiot but she’s still her best friend.

Penny befriends JNR because she’s Penny.

RWBY sets off right as newest round of street skirmishes happens.

Both sides have tanks, explosives, and things that you’d need a really damn good lawyer to justify usage for ‘security’ purposes.

The latest delivery of bribes has arrived so the Atlas government orders that the military stands down and stays out of the conflict entirely.

Ironwood (with Ozpin’s prompting and despite Qrow’s objections) decides fuck that noise.

Orders that any and all SDC or White Fang combatants are to be met with extreme prejudice (the shooting kind of prejudice, not the racism kind).

What’s the government going to do, he’s the one with all the guns.

The monkey with the biggest stick makes the rules.

Peace through power! Peace through power! Peace through power!

JN(P)R work to help maintain order and minimize collateral damage in the warfare.

The P now stands for Penny.

RWBY maneuver through a warzone to where the tracker leads them.

Tracker is leading them to SDC headquarters.

CEMN are planting a big stupid bomb with a big stupid White Fang symbol on it.

CEMN season/arc final boss fight.

The plan was B fights C, Y fights N, R fights M, and Y fights E.

But we all know that was never actually going to happen.

W+Y fight E+M.

B-level 2v2 rival match. Go!

Countdown ‘til boom-boom starts.

Blake gets to work on the bomb. (She’s already had her decisive rival fight)

CEMN did their homework. It’s the exact kind of bomb that the White Fang would have used.

That also means she knows exactly how to disarm it.

Ruby chases Cinder and Neo further up the building.

Corners them and prepares for a fight.

Cinder points out that it took an insane rage state for Ruby to stand a chance and now not only does she not have that, it’s two on one.

Neo then cheap shots Cinder.

Neo reveals that she doesn’t even hate Ruby.

Ruby vs Roman was just business. Live by the sword, die by the sword. No hard feelings.

Her involvement with CEMN was just a ploy to fuck over Cinder, whom she blames for Roman’s death.

Cinder roped him into this crap, not to mention she was the one that set off the bomb that killed him.

Neo’s been subtly fucking up Cinder’s plans as much as possible without being noticeable.

If not for her, Atlas would have exploded while RWBY was chilling in Haven.

Neo’s plan was that Ruby would go berserk again and tear Cinder to pieces with Neo providing the extra edge to Ruby so that another draw doesn’t occur.

All she needed was the three of them alone together.

Is a little disappointed at Ruby’s level headedness, but is fine with helping non-berserk Ruby beat the ever-loving shit out of Cinder.

And yes, she manages to communicate all of this without speaking a word.

Cinder goes all out but so do Ruby and Neo.

Fire vs White fire with illusion bullshit.

Cinder’s grimm arm is an even greater liability than the last fight due to Ruby’s growing skill with the white fire.

Still a very dangerous opponent.

Neo gets her shit kicked in, but due to her help, Cinder is weakened.

Ruby gains a close victory.

Now comes the moment of truth.

Cinder cowers away as Ruby approaches with the scythe raised.

Neo is enjoying what she’s seeing.

Ruby cuts off the grimm arm, burning it afterwards, and cauterizes Cinder’s stump.

Neo feels gypped but shuts up (ha) when Ruby glares at her.

Says that the both of them are under arrest, but she’ll say something nice about Neo helping.

Neo is both annoyed and not willing to argue with the girl who can shoot white fire out of her eyes.

Emerald uses Willow as hostage, seemingly kills her (hallucination).

Weiss awakens her second semblance. Summoning. Summons the knight from the white trailer.

Kicks the ever-loving crap out of Emerald who then reveals that it was just her semblance and Willow is just unconscious.

Weiss still punches her and knocks her out.

Speaking of punches, Yang overpowers Mercury and knocks him out too.

Team CEMN is down like Frazier.

The bomb’s defused too.

Everyone’s proud of Ruby for resisting the urge to do brutal murder. ‘Cept Neo, that is.

Oh wait, the war is still happening.

Oh wait, no it isn’t.

SDC and White Fang stand down.

Willow and Ilia assumed command of their respective organizations, exposing all the accelerationist false-flags, and the fact that both sides were being led by members of the same Cabal.

Both sides de-escalated, stopped fighting, and detained their respective leaders to make them sit down to peace talks.

Ciel even manages to convince Ironwood to not have all of both sides lined up against a wall and shot.

Blake and Weiss give speech about togetherness and neighborliness and sunshine and you get the idea.

Jacques and Sienna both agree that ‘yeah, we could have handled all of this better, huh?’ and accept jail time while people try to fix relations that they came very close to permanently ruining.

They would have both gone to jail anyway but it sounds better to say that they ‘accepted’ the penalties.

CEMN is now also in custody. (This is seen by a motherfucker that looks like a black armored Myrmidon).

Ironwood officially crosses the Rubicon (RWBYcon, A-hey~) and deposes the corrupt fuckwits in the Atlas government and puts himself in charge as military governor.

Makes a point to emphasize to Ozpin that his position is very much temporary.

He’ll set up a new government after they’ve made Salem calm down for a century.

Ozpin ignores him and reminds everyone that this whole thing had shockingly little to do with Salem’s current masterplan.

They still have work to do.

But they did just finish taking out every meaningful member of The Cabal.

So for now they’ve earned a little party to blow off some steam.

Season six done.

World Travel arc done.

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 73 Rundown

Code Geass: Lelouch and co. are still stuck in China and Xingke’s flipping out because the Chinese assholes are gonna kill the Empress and go with someone less problematic for their political marriage to Britannia’s creepily overaged prince. However Lelouch pulls out a Knightmare that’s basically the Twink version of the Gawain and busts everyone up as well as pulling a Father Cornello on them and letting the people know they’re all elitst 1% assholes that don’t care about them, which I suspect all countries probably know about their leaders but it sucks to hear it in a recording so riots show up all over China and CC Geass Flashes Anya to take her out so Britannia has to back out because the Chinese Hierarchy are now the least popular people in the world. So Xingke gets to be with his Empress and joins the Black Knights but Dietard wants the Empress to marry someone on their side so they can basically do the asshole move Britannia just tried to do but for them. All the girls are like ‘hey no’ and Lelouch is like “Oh hey Tamaki buddy, let’s go talk and get me the fuck out of here” so before Lelouch actually has to give Tamaki more lines and elevate him beyond the Black Knight’s Yamacha Shirley calls and Lelouch just straight up asks Shirley about love in a weirdly forced series of circumstance. But Shirley’s like “Yeah don’t fuck with love, don’t you love anyone?” and Lelouch is like “Yeah I do, Nunally!” and I don’t think that’s at all what Shirley meant but it does mean Lelouch sees that fighting for something beyond politics is powerful and agrees to not marry off the twelve year old girl, so that’s good. Lelouch decides to return home while they hunt down the Geass cult which is in China for some reason despite that being one of the like two places on earth Britannia doesn’t control and the Geass Cult largely being a Britannian affair. Meanwhile Sayoko is basically a Lelouch Vtuber at this point with her insanely accurate Lupin III mask of Lelouch and kisses Shirley so Shirley’s a little bit more gay than she was before and is not sure how to feel about that. When she’s about to tell the real Lelouch he kisses like a girl, Anya and Gino show up because we’re retreading the whole ‘sleeping with the enemy at school’ thing from the first season except with way less interesting enemies. Also the preview for the next episode is Lelouch dramatically talking about enemies finding out he’s Zero overtop footage of Shirley and Milly absolutely naked in a batthouse scene so I think we know what kind of episode that’ll be.

Inuyasha: The Panther Demon filler concludes with everyone meeting at the site where the Panther Master is being revived behind a strong barrier, if only someone just got a barrier upgrade to their sword, oh wait. But yeah everyone manages to free the hostages so even though Kagome’s jewel shards revives the Panther Master he’s still a zombie without a sacrifice which is weird since Naraku managed to completely revive the Band of Seven with one jewel shard each from skeletons and the Panther Lord has three shards so idk the rules here but yeah he steals the souls of his own men to revive and is Wind Scar Proof because he just is. It’s pretty cool to see him shooting his claws and lightning and shit but he’s too big and slow for it to be much of an interesting fight. Sesshomaru’s about to go full demon which would be interesting since we haven’t seen his full demon form since he lost his arm but in a neat bit of character development, Tenseiga calms his rage and tells him to use it instead. You get the feeling Sesshomaru only goes full demon when he flies off the handle and forgets about speed and strategy so him opting to not repeat the mistake he made against Inuyasha is pretty cool. Anyway Tenseiga heals the souls of the Panther Demons and drains their energy from the lord so he’s back to Zombie Cat Man which Inuyasha can Wind Scar because that’s what happens to villains on this show, all Wind Scars all the time. The Panthers don’t wanna fight anymore since their boss just killed them and tell Inuyasha to tell Sesshomaru the feud is over and they’re going back to the West. Honestly this is basically the same backstory they gave Kirinmaru in Yashahime so it’s funny for them to say they’re going back to the same place Kirinmaru is from, wonder if it’ll ever come up in Yashahime since most filler seems canon there.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke and Kuwabara continue the assault on Tarukane’s compound and basically plow through the lower demons easy since they’ve been fighting minor deities up to this point. It’s always pretty cool in Shonen to just have a few rounds to show how much power creep the heroes have had where certain things just don’t bother them anymore. Toguro murders a Chimera which has an oddly similar backstory to Nina from FMA and he seems really bummed about it but he’s like “Hey we’re both monsters made by humans telling us to do shit, so sorry for killing you bro”. And Tarukane basically sees Toguro is the next boss and is like “Yup time to scam some people off of this” and he sets up a betting ring for how far Yusuke and Co will get into his compound. This is kinda neat because it puts Tarukane in the weird position of betting against his own guards and hoping Yusuke will make it all the way to Toguro and then lose after everyone else has seen how awesome Yusuke is and bets on him. And funnily enough Sakyo’s in on the betting and he’s watched anime before so he knows to bet on the plucky teenagers with weird powers. So yeah Yusuke and Kuwabara finish plowing through the demons while Hiei kinda stalks them and remembers getting his eye surgery and wanting to help his sister but it’s kind of against spirit world rules for demons to just go plow through humans even if they’re scumbag humans so now Yusuke and Kuwabara have to go fight the Triad of boss demons Toguro has under him before Hiei busts in and just murders everyone for kidnapping his bird-loving jewel-crying little flower of a sister.

Fate Zero: So Kiritsugu can break Kayneth’s Terminator 2 Gaara defenses with rib bullets that just say ‘no’ to using magic and fucks his arrogant ass up. Saber and Lancer do some combo shenanigans to stab Caster right in the book and disrupt all his hentai tentacle demons but the book heals so idk why he can’t just make more. Kirei fucks up Maiya and Iris but didn’t double tap Maiya and DID double tap iris but she’s got Saber’s bullshit healing scabbard on her which no one knows about so Saber’s like “uhhh why are you healing” and Iris can’t tell her so she’s basically “Uhh internet?” Lancer comes in to save Kayneth’s worthless ass and tells Kiritsugu to stop being a dick to Saber because she’s pretty dope. But as usual for an early Fate encounter, no one dies and nothing of terrible consequence happens despite it being teased a couple times. I’ve noticed a trend with Fate that it really doesn’t like killing characters early so you’re basically guaranteed to have the first 2-3 major battles have a zero net gain/loss. Rider in UBW was probably the subversion to that since it happened crazy fast and anticlimactic but even that wasn’t till like ten episodes in.

Konosuba: So we finally meet Wiz the big booby Lich and Kazuma learns a new skill, both fun things. Also the gang gets a house to stay in after escapades with an army of haunted dolls and the most “I need to pee” in a horror setting since Corpse Party. But yeah, good progress this time honestly, the living in a stable gag was getting kind of old so Kazuma’s a bit stronger now and they have a home base so that’s pretty cool. Also Wiz is a Demon General or some shit but no one cares cause there ain’t no money in murdering busty zombie waifus.

Sailor Moon Crystal: So turns out Minako is Princess Serenity, except everyone who knows anything about Sailor Moon or indeed plot structure knows Sailor Moon is Princess Serenity, that’s like the Luke I Am Your Father of this series. But still turns out Minako has been guiding everyone with the power of video games but also thinks the power of friendship sucks and she’s gotta go do everything alone. This makes things super awkward because Mamoru’s pretty sure he was in love with the Princess but likes Usagi, now instead of running with this interesting thread of a reincarnation falling in love with someone new we’re gonna do the reveal that Usagi’s the princess and the whole ‘till death do us part’ part of marriage was just a metaphor and you’re stuck with one person no matter how many times you reincarnate. But yeah, Minako fights the bad guy on top of the tower but he has Naraku’s Barrier now and Minako doesn’t have the Red Tessaiga upgrade yet so she needs the power of friendship but this barrier is friendship-proof and this fight is basically a bunch of kids on the playground making up increasingly stupid powers that negate the other powers the other guy just made up. Anyway Tuxedo Mask shows up and is like “Holy shit Sailor Moon I love when you kiss me and kick ass, go get em sweetie I’ll hold your flower” and they kiss and Usagi has learned that if she just pretends she got this the power of her confidence will beat the bad guy. Unfortunately she does not got this and Tuxedo Mask has to pull a Piccolo and throw himself in front of the blast.

Durarara!!:  So now that we’ve had our climax for the arc we have a six month timeskip and everyone’s just kinda living life, Mika and Seiji are being clinically insane together, there’s cops harassing Celty to the point of mental breakdown (normal cop stuff) Shinra’s dad’s in town, Namie’s become Izaya’s secretary for blackmail shit, you know, normal stuff. Also there’s a katana-wielding maniac going around slashing people and Anri’s being bullied and sexually harassed to the point of mental collapse, normal stuff.

[doingthingsthewriteway]

Thorns

Summary: A tale as old as time. Dom stumbled upon a castle and perhaps something more. (will be a series) 

Warning: some language, it’s a slow ass burn y’all 

The legend was a juicy one, so juicy many an author had taken time to transcribe their own version of the tale. Some were incredibly far-fetched, others took a strict moral approach. Those who know the in parties involved agree the events occurred in a similar manner. 

Long ago in the English country side, a small kingdom sprang up. The castle was idyllic, with sweeping rose gardens and stables, ivy crawling up the towers, and a lavish ballroom for parties. Known for a variety of goods that grew just a bit too magically, the kingdom prospered. Magic was not unreasonable in the kingdom and served as a comfort, especially as protection from the restless wolves that lurked beyond the castle walls. 

Still, life was pleasant and just until the princess came of age. Perhaps it was the philosophy she took to reading, or the endless days bemoaning to the kitchen staff, but Y/N simply could not believe she was expected to get married at the tender age of 16. It was disgusting. Damn near revolting and illegal. 

So when the royal ball brought conquests from around the world to try and whoo her, they all failed. One by one she rejected every prince (and the occasional princess) in their hand in marriage. Most took the rejection with stride or at the very least were so royally cold it did not matter that is until one rather evil prince (speculation was his name was Loki and remained second in line to the throne) was rejected. 

“You pathetic quim. Any girl would consider it an honor to marry me in Asgard.” He hissed like a snake, moving around her as she tried to cross the floor. 

“Then leave.” She stepped onto the throne, overlooking all of the hall. “Anyone who shares his sentiment may leave as well.” 

“If you so desperately want to be alone, alone with the wolves for eternity you shall be.” 

All at once, Loki brandished a staff, twirling it around his head as a beam of green light struck the fair princess in her chest. Amidst the chaos the crowd fled, leaving a collapsed Y/N in the arms of the king and queen and the staff. 

“Send for the witch!” The queen shrieked, a notable lack of concern for her daughter present. A curse one was a curse on all. 

Ashley arrived wearing a cloak that disguised the beauty beneath. For hours she tended to the young princess, doing her best to reverse the spell. In the end, she managed to alter things just enough that hopefully the young princess would have some time. In good faith and service, she remained in the castle which would come to be a blessing as the young beauty would soon become a beast. 

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Many years later, a musician woke from his slumber with a stretch. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn as he rushed to get dressed for the day. Today, Dominic Harrison was going to make it big. The village could just suck it. If he didn’t, he supposed he could return to the small minded village and marry a simple small minded girl, but that was hardly Plan B. 

Kissing his mother and father, he loaded the cart and hitched his horse. His younger sisters rushed out to hug him farewell, housecoats billowing behind them. “You were going to leave without saying goodbye!” They accused. 

“Me? Never. I was just letting my girls rest.” He pinched a cheek and nose for good measure. “Now, what do my darlings want me to bring back for them?Crepes? Biscuits? A puppy?”

“A rose!” 

He smiled his crooked smile. “Those are my favorite, why don’t you pick something else?” 

“Biscuits then, but get a rose for you.” 

Dom couldn’t believe he was so blessed with such a loving family and such darling sisters. He did intend on expanding his family one day, he just hoped it would be with someone as loving as he. 

With his final goodbyes, he mounted his horse and headed off. He had made the journey plenty of times in 22 years, no doubt this time would be any different. This thought would soon prove naive as a storm swept in, his horse tossing him off and running straight toward the castle gates. 

Running to catch up with his beloved pet, Dom heard the howls began to echo through the woods. With a strangled cry of frustration, he met up at the gates with his horse, holding the reign in his hands. 

“Please!” He wasn’t sure what he was begging for. The royal family weren’t exactly the most helpful or kind bunch from what he had heard in his lifetime. Dom shook the rusting gates, the thought hitting him he didn’t know when the last time the gates had been opened. 

A low creak pushed the rusting gates open just enough for him and his horse to squeeze on through. Kissing the Saint Christopher that hung from his neck, Dom led his horse inside the gates. The rusted metal clanged shut trapping him in. 

“Don’t worry, bubba, we’ll be alright.” He assured, stroking his horses mane as they ventured up the drive to the castle. “Look, there’s a stable for ya.” 

Leading bubba into the stable, the horse whinnied happily entering a stall with plenty of hay and water. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can get some shelter.”

Soaked to his core, he trudged on to the castle, stopping only briefly to smell the roses that grew in twisted  knots on a trellis. How beautiful they were, he was certain his sisters would love one. 

He plucked a red one off the vine. “How delightful.” 

“Who goes there?” 

Dom jumped in fright, turning quickly to find a short young woman, arms crossed. A cloak covered her head which paired with long tendrils of hair covered her face. “Please, I mean no harm. I just got lost, the storm spooked my horse and I-”

“So you steal a rose?” How cold Dom felt in her presence. “Guards!” 

A small army dressed in faded tunics baring the royal arms surrounded him and ceased his arms, struggling he was carried down into the depths of the castle. 

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“Princess? Perhaps it might be wise to offer our guest a room of his own?”

 The question was posed by Harry, one of the most faithful members of the staff. Once upon a time he sang for the crown at parties and balls, now he kept the castle a foot and kept Y/N company in her chamber. He was not usually so bold in his distaste of her actions, though he was always quite kind. 

“Harry, I said no.” Y/N turned her back to him and focused her attention once more on the wilting rose that remained encased in glass on her balcony. 

“But what if-”

“But nothing!” She had turned cold in her isolation, her view of the world tainted by such loneliness, her view of men tainted with the oppression they caused (except for Harry it wasn’t his fault, nothing ever was). “Besides, who could ever love me?” The list of reasons to not were ever growing. 

Harry crossed the room in two brief strides, his professional guard dropping as he scooped her into his arms. “Y/N, don’t think like that. We all love you and if I could break it, you know I would.” 

Tears fell onto the glass dome encasing the rose as the two fell into silence. Once Y/N curled up into a ball and fell into fitful sleep, Harry grabbed a candle stick and rushed into the prisons. 

The chill made his teeth chatter as he tsked under his breath. “Princess’ll learn one of these days, only way somebody’s gonna love her is if she’s fucking nice.” He continued his grumbling as he reached the cells. 

Drawing out his keys, he unlocked the cell revealing a strapping young lad that reminded him of himself when he first arrived at the castle. “Hello mate, I’d like to offer my most sincere apologies for the treatment you have received up until now.”

“Pop your clogs.” Dom spat, squinting his eyes at the stranger. Under any other circumstance, literally any other one, he would be jumping the tall man’s bones because damn he was pretty. 

“Well that’s not very nice at all.” Harry quipped unlocking the cell door and holding it open. 

“You arrest people for picking a bloody rose around here?” 

A harsh look clouded the servants face, eyes turning sharp. “Some suffer eternal damnation for one.” Um, what the fuck? Dom thought. “Unless you would like to spend the night freezing down here, I suggest you follow me.” 

Sucking in a bated breath he decided he had one option and that was to follow the stranger. Harry flashed a dimpled grin, “Name’s Harry. The delightful princess you met earlier is her royal highness Y/N.”

“She’s a peach.” Dom scoffed keeping his stride in time with Harry’s, a frown lacing the other man’s face. 

“Things were not always like this.”

“What happened?”

Harry shook his head, leading him into one of the many unused guest chambers. “Nothing you need to worry your little head about right now. For now, dry off and rest we cannot have our guest getting ill.” 

Now, Dom wasn’t entirely sure he was a guest, or at the very least a willing guest, but he desperately wanted warmth and to sleep so he complied. He found robes of the finest silk and immediately thought of how much his mum and sisters would love the extravagance of it all. 

It was the first time he cried to go home. 

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Melting My Heart (Part Five)

Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be added to the tag list for this let me know. Happy to do it for anyone!

(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best… isn’t the only thing out there.

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Part Five:

Word Count: 2106

We all stood on the battlefield outside the school, staring at our teacher before us. The fact that my father was my teacher was going to be a pain in the ass, I could already feel it. We all wore matching jumpsuits that UA had supplied for us. Aizawa spoke as we all lined up. “I hope you guys are ready, it’s time for a quick assessment test.”

We all spoke together. “Huh, a quirk assessment test?”

We should have been in orientation right now, the entire school was there. I spoke up, not afraid to question my father. “What about orientation? We’re going to miss it.”

Aizawa faced away from all of us. “If you really wanna make the big leagues you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” A bunch of students gasped. “Here at UA we’re not tethered to traditions. That means I can run my class however I see fit.” He turned to us. “You’ve been taking standardized tests your whole lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend we’re all completed equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn.”

My father turned to Katsuki. “Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the exam.” Then he looked at me. “And Y/N, you were only nine points behind him. What were your farthest distance throws with a softball when you were in junior high?”

Katsuki put his hands in his pockets. “Sixty-seven meters I think.”

I crossed my arm. “Sixty meters.”

“Right,” He held out a softball for Katsuki to take. “Try doing it with your quirk.” Katsuki took it from him. “Anything goes, just stay in that circle on the ground.”

Katsuki stepped into the circle. He was focused now. “Alright man, you asked for it.” Katsuki stretched his arms before sending the ball flying into the sky, sending black smoke behind him, an explosion helping the ball get farther. 

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities.It���s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a Pro-Hero.” Aizawa held up the device in his hand and read the distance off to us. “Seven hundred and five meters.” He took another ball from a bucket behind him and held it out to me. “You’re up Y/N.”

I grabbed the ball from his hand, swapping places with Katsuki. I knew what I had to do to impress the class. I focused my power onto the ball, causing a black orb to envelope it, and threw it, knowing that if I stayed focused I would be able to keep the ball in the air as long as I needed to. 

After a couple of seconds of the ball still being in the air Aizawa turned the screen of the device toward the class. “Nine hundred meters and climbing.” He looked back at me. “Stop focusing now, I think it’s gone far enough.”

With almost a sigh of relief I stopped my focus, dropping the ball from the sky.

The whole class was excited now, they all wanted their turn to throw the ball. The only student that didn’t look very excited was Izuku. “Before anyone else goes for this we’ve more exercises to do.” He motioned us to follow him. “So this looks fun huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You think it’s all gonna be games and play time?” My father’s eyes turned cold. “Idiots. Today you’ll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately.” The whole class freaked out.”Like I said, I get to decide how the class runs. Understand?” 

The class looked from person to person, the only one of us that didn’t look scared was Katsuki. A huge smile spread across his face. 

“If you don’t like it you can pack up your things and go home now.” The smile across Aizawa’s face was almost scary.

Students started to interject. A small girl with brown hair spoke up first. “You can’t send one of us home, it’s our first day, and that’s just not fair.”

“And you think natural disasters are? Or power hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? NO. The world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro you’re gonna have to try to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond. Plus ultra style.” He motioned for us all to follow him again. “Show me it’s no mistake that you’re all here.”

Katsuki grabbed my hand and turned to look at me. “Time to blow these nerds away my queen.”

I raised a fist and smiled at him. “Let the games begin.”

* * * * * * 

Test after test we were all growing exhausted. We did everything from speed tests, to long jumps, to grip strength. Izuku struggled through every test, I was starting to feel bad for the kid. I couldn’t believe that he had even gotten into the school without a quirk. Katsuki had been pissed when he had heard that Izuku had gotten accepted. 

We finally made our way back to the softball throws. Izuku was the next one up. As he stood in the circle I could see my father’s anger starting to grow. I wished I had known why. Katsuki wrapped an arm around my shoulder, we were both already done with this test, so we were able to just sit back and watch. Iida stood beside us, speaking out loud. “If Midoriya doesn’t shape up soon he’s the one going home.”

Katsuki looked over at Iida. “Of course he’s the one going home, he’s a quirkless loser.”

“He has a quirk.” Iida looked almost offended by Katsuki’s words. 

Even I shot a look beside me. “What do you mean he has a quirk?”

“Did you guys not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?”

Katsuki’s anger flared, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Huh?”

Izuku lifted the ball and his arm started to glow some, but when the ball left his hand it almost immediately plummeted back to the ground. The machine spoke. “Forty-six meters.” Izuku looked down at his hands, but when we all looked toward Aizawa we were all in shock. 

My father’s quirk had been activated. His scarf made swoops around his head and his eyes turned a glowing red, just like they had in our training. His hair stood up, almost straight, keeping it from obstructing his view.“I erased your quirk.” He looked more angry than I had ever seen him. I grabbed Katsuki’s arm and hid behind him some. “The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school.”

I could feel Katsuki’s anger emanating off of him. It was coming off in ripples. We had known Izuku our entire life, he had never had a quirk, so what did my father mean when he said he had erased it?

Izuku stepped back some. “Wait, I know you. You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The erasure hero. Eraserhead.”

The students all looked around, commenting on how their teacher was a Pro-Hero, but Aizawa ignored it and continued. “You’re not ready. You don’t have control over your power. Were you planning to break your bones again?”

Izuku looked terrified. He looked about as scared as he did the day Kacchan had attacked him in class. 

“Counting on someone else to save your useless body?”

“No, that’s not what I was trying to do.” My father’s scarf reached out and wrapped around Izuku, pulling the boy towards him. Izuku shouted some. 

“No matter what your intentions are, you’d be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero that I know. One who saved a thousand people by himself and became a legend. But even with that drive you’re worthless if you can only throw a single bunch before breaking down. Sorry Midoryia,” He didn’t look sorry to me. “With your power there’s no way you’ll ever become a hero.”

With that line I could feel my emotions turn from fear to anger. That wasn’t fair, that wasn’t something you should ever say to a kid. I knew my father could feel my piercing eyes on him, and I was almost tempted to use his own quirk against him and cancel his quirk out. I had done it to Katsuki many times, I had no problem doing it to him. 

My father’s scarf  and hair relaxed on his shoulders and his eyes turned back to normal. “I’ve returned your impractical quirk, take your final throw.” He walked away and back to us. “Hurry up and get it over with.”

Izuku took the ball from my father and did just that. As the ball left his hands there was such a force that we all had to stand our ground. When Izuku turned back to look at us he spoke to my father. Only his finger was broken, he was learning to control his powers. “Mr. Aizawa, you see, I’m still standing.”

My father looked almost excited now. “This kid.” A smile stretched across his face.

When I looked over at Katsuki his mouth was hanging in shock. “What the hell was that?”

I looked about the same as him. “I don’t know Kacchan.”

“If he had a quirk he would have gotten it when we were kids.” He took his arm off my shoulder. “This is impossible. He’s up to something.”

“He’s not up to something Katsuki, just leave him alone.” I tried to sound firm. 

“I’m getting to the bottom of this.” Before I could grab his arm and stop him Katsuki was running toward Izuku. It was a time like this that I wished I had my scarf with me. I could have easily grabbed him. He wasn’t using his quirk so I wasn’t able to stop him. He screamed at Izuku as he ran. “DEKU YOU BASTARD. Tell me how you did that or you’re dead.” I started to run after him and before I could reach him I saw the white scarf of my fathers fly out in front of me and wrap around Katsuki’s entire body. “What?” Katsuki turned his head some. “Why the hell is your scarf so damn strong?” He fought against it. 

My father looked even more angry that he had been before. I wished I had something to shield myself with because his eyes looked straight at me before looking back at the boys. His voice was almost scary. “Because it’s a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy.” His hair was up again and his eyes seemed brighter this time. “It’s the same thing I gave Y/N. Stand down.” His voice grew angrier with every word. “It would be wise to stop making me use my quirk so much. It gives me a serious dry eye.”

I ran up next to Aizawa. “Daddy, please, let him go.”

He looked at me and then at Katsuki and Izuku. “You’re wasting my time now. Everyone else finish your turns.” 

Katsuki stood there, staring into the distance as Izuku walked away, leaving him by himself. I put my hand on his arm and he pulled it away. “Until the exam he was nothing, just a bug I could crush if I wanted to.”

“Kacchan,” I was worried about him. I hadn’t seen him like this in a long time. 

“Just an annoying bug that I could smash into the ground.” He was so angry he was shaking. He turned and walked away, leaving me standing by myself. 

I had always been able to calm him down. He had never walked away from me, not once, even if we were arguing about something, he never walked away from me. I didn’t even know what to do. I didn’t know how I could help him. I could feel the eyes of the class on me as I stood by myself. We hadn’t caused a commotion, but in the entire first day, the class had never seen us apart. We had been joined at the hip, always had been, and always will be, except for right now. What could I do for him?

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Part Six

Updated: 5/8/2020

[probably-writing-x]

After Her.

Polo x Reader

Request by anon: HI!!! Your writing is so good i can’t stop reading 😩 big fan of elite and went through all your stories in a day! could you write one about polo!? maybe circus season one pre murder 😅 thank you for writing for us!!!!

Request by anon: can i request a polo imagine where even though he has reader besides him he still can’t forget about carla, so he says hurtful things to reader but then there is a happy ending

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“Morning,” You yawn as you flutter your eyes open to find Polo laying beside you already awake, “What time is it?”

“Just after eight,” He comments, “I turned off your alarm, you looked too peaceful.”

You laugh and snuggle into his chest, “We’ll be late for school, you know?”

“I’m sure we won’t miss much,” He mumbles, brushing a hand through your hair and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, clearly,” You chuckle, “Did you?”

“On and off,” He shrugs, “You still talk in your sleep so that kept me entertained when I was awake.”

You hit at his chest and laugh, pushing yourself up so you’re leaning on your elbow as you look at him. His hair is astray after the night and he always manages to look so much younger in the mornings before he was ready for the day. The two of you had been dating for a couple of months now, after he’d split up with Carla. It wasn’t long after the new boy, Christian, started at school that things started going south for those two. She was quick to drop Polo and move onto Christian as though there was never anything between her and Polo anyway. He’d confided in you, one of his best friends, and things had eventually led to where they were now. Sure, people said that you had to be cautious - he’d loved Carla and those kind of feelings wouldn’t just be gone in a second. But you’d found someone truly good in Polo and he had promised you that you weren’t just a rebound. That was enough for you.

“Come on, handsome, let’s get ready,” You say, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

He holds you there for a moment longer and kisses you deeper, “Are you sure about that?”

You laugh and push at his chest, “Polo, you’re a terrible influence.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” He smirks and you hit at his bare chest again.

“Get your ass out of my bed.”

- - - - - -

“Good morning guys,” You smile as you walk into the classroom with Polo.

His hand is laced with yours and he’s carrying your books with his in his other hand.

“Morning darlings,” Lu returns from where she sat beside Guzmán, his arm over the back of her chair, “Nice of you to finally show up.”

“Yeah, we’re a little late this morning,” You laugh, “You can blame Polo for that one.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Guzmán smirks at his friend, greeting him fondly as the two of you sit in the seats in front of them.

“Are you guys coming to the club tonight? We’ve hired it out,” Guzmán mentions, “It’s been too long since we were all there.”

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” Polo nods, settling one hand on your thigh, “Right?”

“Definitely.”

They continue to chatter about the evening ahead as you watch Carla walk into class with Christian in tow. She looks at you and Polo with a smirk on her face but you try your best to ignore it, as you’d been told to do by all of your friends.

“I still can’t believe she seriously feels anything for that street rat,” Lu scoffs, leaning back in her chair as she watches them too.

“Come on, you know what she’s like,” Guzmán rolls his eyes, “She’ll have her fun and toss him aside in a few months.”

You turn to Polo who doesn’t respond, but is instead keeping his eyes focused on the pair of them - maybe more so focused on Carla than the boy who had taken his place. You try to swallow the lump in your throat and squeeze the hand that he had placed on your thigh like you were trying to reassure him you were there. He snaps back to reality and looks at you, a smile spreading onto his face as he leans in to kiss you. You return the gesture but can’t help but wonder whether he was doing it for you or for the girl that would’ve been sat in this exact seat only a matter of months ago.

- - - - - -

That night, you’re at Polo’s getting ready for the club. You’d asked Polo to choose what you’d wear and he’d decided on you wearing your simple marroon dress with a bunched neckline and thin straps, it fit you perfectly and you’d paired it with a simple pair of heels and a black bag.

“Does this look okay?” You ask, fixing your hair once again in the mirror before turning to Polo.

He glances up momentarily before looking back down to slip on his shoes, “Yeah, you look great.”

You deadpan as you look at him, evidently not getting the kind of reaction you’d hope to get from your boyfriend, “What’s with you?”

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” He shrugs, “I said you look great.”

“Not just that, you’ve been quiet ever since we left school,” You sigh, walking over to stand in front of him, “What is it?”

“Nothing, honestly, nothing,” He encourages, “I’m fine, you look beautiful.”

He reaches his hands out and squeezes your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Maybe a little too beautiful for us to be going to the club.”

And just like that, he’s back to being the normal charming Polo that you’d learnt to adore. The one that managed to say the right things and kiss all the right places. And every worry seems to slip quickly away, maybe a little too quickly.

Eventually, the two of you make your way to the club and end up being the last two there. Guzmán laughs when he sees you and makes a comment about Polo once again to which Polo hits him on the arm. Lu makes a surprisingly genuine compliment about your dress and even asks where you got it. Polo buys you your first drink of the night and wraps an arm around your waist. You find yourself settling comfortably into the night until you realise you weren’t in fact the last two to show up for the night. Carla and Christian walk through the door, her managing to look even more effortlessly elegant than she did on any normal day.

“Nobody told me they’d be here,” You mumble to Ander who was stood beside you, “What’s she doing?”

Ander glances over and rolls his eyes, “I’m not surprised, you know what she’s like.”

You watch as she walks past and leaves Christian at the bar, heading straight to the toilet. It’s a weird sort of instinct when you follow her, taking a swig of your drink and wincing at the taste.

Carla is fixing her lipstick in one of the mirrors as you walk in, standing beside her and setting your glass down, appearing as nonchalant as possible.

“What are you doing here Carla?” You ask her as she smirks at your appearance.

“What are you talking about?” She scoffs, “Are you that threatened by me being around your little boyfriend?”

“Come on, don’t play dumb with me - you and I both know you have intentions that go far beyond you just being here to enjoy yourself. What are you playing?”

“Did Polo choose that for you to wear tonight?” She cocks a brow, “He has a thing for that colour, doesn’t he?”

You look down at your outfit and swallow the lump in your throat, unable to say anything more.

“Honey, you can flaunt around and try to replace me in whatever group you find yourself in. You can sit next to him, gossip with Lu, act just as fake as I had to - but you know you’ll never properly replace me. Deep down, beyond all of this facade you put up, you realise more and more that Polo will never truly be over me. And no matter how much you pretend, you’ll never be good enough for him. He still can’t stop thinking about me, honey.”

With that, she walks past you and you turn to follow her path. You want to not believe her, you want to completely disagree with everything she’d said. But it’s impossible. And when you watch her leave the restrooms and Polo is unable to tear his eyes away from her, that realisation sets in more and more and more.

You down the rest of your drink and force yourself to act once again, pretending like you’re fine for the rest of the night - for as long as everyone else’s prying eyes were still around.

- - - - - -

Eventually, having not remained tipsy enough in the night to have actually enjoyed yourself, you and Polo return back to his home. He’d been somewhat fine all night but you’d attempted to keep your distance as much as possible, too mind-numbingly aware of Carla’s comments to want to spend much time with him.

“What’s going on (Y/n)? You said I was off earlier, but you’ve not been yourself since we got to the club,” Polo comments as the two of you reach his room.

“Just something Carla said.”

“You’re listening to her?” Polo scoffs, “Come on (Y/n), you know she’s full of shit.”

“See, I did think that. I thought that every time you convinced me to think that. But I’m not blind anymore Polo. I see the way you look at her, how your jaw clenches when you see her with him, how you take a second to look at what she’s wearing like you’re looking to see for any change, how your eyes always flick to her when you think I don’t see you. I see it all. I’ve tried to convince myself every day that it’s not something I should be worried about - that you picked her over me, right? But that wasn’t what happened. She just picked him over you.”

“Babe where is this coming from?” He sighs, “I’ve told you, she’s in the past. I care about you, and I don’t want to be with Carla anymore.”

“I think you’re convincing your head of that, but somebody needs to tell your heart,” You push his chest, “Because you need to realise what you’ve got in front of you, rather than wanting somebody who doesn’t want you anymore.”

With that, you storm out of his room and head down the corridor to find your way out of his house. You vaguely hear him call your name behind you but you’re out of the front door before you can give in and turn back.

- - - - - -

The next morning, Polo has called you enough times and been left with enough voicemail beeps to be certain that you didn’t want to hear from him. He settles his phone back onto his desk and runs a hand through his hair, regretting everything he hadn’t said the night before.

He’s just about to reach to call you again when he notices a figure at his door. And to his complete surprise, it’s you.

“Your Mum let me in. I didn’t think this was a good conversation to have on the phone,” You explain quietly, puffy eyes suggesting you’d had as little sleep as he’d had.

“Thank you, thank you, I need to talk to you (Y/n),” He stands up abruptly, “Theres so much I need to tell you.”

You fold your arms over you and nod, “Go ahead.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t love her (Y/n), and I don’t think I ever did. We were together for ages, yeah, and I convinced myself in that time that I loved Carla. When we split up, it felt like an instinct to be heartbroken. But in amongst that, I found somebody I’d never expected to find. Somebody who cared for me more than anybody ever had, that made me laugh, that understood me, that was willing to wind me up and argue with me. And I had no idea that it was possible. People thought it was fast to move on but I couldn’t imagine giving up that chance to actually find somebody I could love.”

“That doesn’t explain the way you’ve been looking at her, the way you haven’t been yourself, everything,” You shake your head, “I can’t let myself believe that you don’t feel anything for her.”

“No, you’re right, maybe I do still feel some sort of way for Carla. But it’s not love and it’s nowhere near what I feel for you. But she hurt me, and it’s going to take time to get past that,” He admits, “But, if you’ll let me, I don’t want to lose this - I want to keep what we have, and work through all of this together.”

His eyes express such an emotion that it’s almost impossible to think of saying no. You’re reluctant of course. But everybody deserved a second chance, and giving up on him now would likely one of the biggest mistakes of your life.

“Okay, but Polo you need to promise me to communicate. Tell me how you’re feeling, admit if you feel anything for her - because I don’t want to be some sort of pawn in your game to get over her.”

“I promise you, okay? I promise you with every bit of me,” He smiles, reaching out his hands to grab yours, “I promise.”

“Okay,” You smile, “But I swear to god Polo if yo-“

He silences you with a kiss that seals the deal enough, that tells you everything his words couldn’t. Sure, this wasn’t exactly perfect. And it was confusing and people would say it wouldn’t work. But you had to convince yourself that it would work, your heart had already fallen too deep for you to just give up on him. And hopefully you could be the one to prove exactly what it meant to love someone.

[what-a-messsss]

1x10 rewatch

Ok, let’s get back to Walt Longmire: Disaster Boi of S1 and finish this season off with a...something.  Pleading look to the heavens, maybe?  

How do I keep forgetting that Lizzie is a thing, even after our decision to find her some nice Smitten Cowboy to be with?  Holy hell, but why are you still keeping your dead wife’s ashes in the kitchen?  At least you kept Lucian in your fucking truck.  In a coffee can.  What is with you and breakfast beverages??  We all know you need lots of therapy, but this seems like a kind of niche issue.

“Trust me, you don’t, uh, you don’t want that tea.”  Buddy.  

Poor Lizzie.  She really is so nice.  And he’s such a fucking disaster.  “You seem weird,” she says, in reaction to him going bug eyed from having to convince her not to drink his dead wife without her realizing that’s what he was doing.  Sweetie, you have no idea.  And she really does like him.  

This is.  So.  Gloriously awkward.  And Lizzie’s there in her bare feet.  And all we need is for Branch to show up and we’ll have a full house, and aaaaahahaha, Walt is so trying to freeze time with the power of his brain.  Staring off into the Not Here place with his mouth pressed just so...  Awwwww, suffer.

I had forgotten that Ferg was the one who actually did the body work on the Bronco!  Even did the paint work, because that old truck has never looked so good.  I know Omar loaned Walt his truck while the Bronco was “in the shop,” but I like that the writers gave Ferg the skills to do that.

“If anybody... has something they want to say, I suggest you think twice about it.”  We don’t need to say anything; we’re too busy laughing at you.

Oof, and then Lizzie hearing Martha’s voice still on the message greeting.  She’s really quite a good actress.  Lizzie isn’t a terribly subtle character generally, but she gives her these really fine microexpressions that give you occasional glimpses that there is more going on under the surface, and she’s not just an open book.  : (  Making me actually like her and feel bad, not just cringe when she comes on.  Dang iiiiiiiit.

Ok, that does NOT look like Sharpie.  I’m sorry, but that looks like a paint pen or lipstick more than it looks like a Shapie on the dead kid’s forehead.  Even if it were one of the jumbo Sharpies, they don’t write like that, they aren’t that colour on skin, and the thickness of the lines are all off.  Which is not really relevant, but it buuuuugs meeeee.  Pedantic little shit that I am.

Ope, Branch is basically past the angst about Walt not liking him and straight into just giving him nothing but attitude.  Which, while I can hardly blame anyone for giving Walt shit, does get old pretty fast.

Walt, you are So Bad at talking to people, even when it’s for the damn job!  Yeah, it’s fine to have Ferg fill Vic in, but at least acknowledge that she’s there, damn.  Honestly it would have been good for both Vic and Ferg for Walt to tell her to follow Ferg’s lead on this one.  He knows the case, the local history, the players, the situation, and probably more about archery than her, and she could stand to take the reminder that working 5 years in big city homicide still doesn’t make her the senior deputy and that she needs to be ok learning from even Ferg.  Shit, I keep finding more and more reasons to be annoyed at Walt.  Is he even really that good of a sheriff?  I’m shaking the ol’ Magic 8 Ball here, and signs point to frickin’ NO.  Ugh.

Five HUNDRED dollars says that he didn’t check with Mathias before going on the Rez for official police business again.  Jackass.

Can’t really blame Viho for being super bitter.  And Ayasha is so sweet.  This whole family dynamic is so well done.

Aw, Ferg is so excited about the gum wrapper.  “Still minty!”  How are you such a sparklebunny?  Bless.

Detective Falessssss.  His opening line is so great, but uuuuuuuhg, he’s as bad as Walt with his singlemindedness about the case.  

“Talk to Ruby.  She runs my life.”  She runs the department, bucko, and you’d be lost without her!  Lost, I say!  But you treat her like your personal social secretary, and that’s crap.

In Fales’ dubious defense, you were just super weird about that whole encounter.  

Omar!  You creepy little lecherous jackass.  Why am I still fond of you?  It’s really rather galling that I enjoy your character at all, but I doooo.  Thank gods he has the beard now; cleanshaven was just wigging me out.  “Vickie’s never shot before--”  “That is the second-to-last time you will ever call me that.”  And I chortle myself to distraction to the point that I have to rewind to catch the lines that I missed.  With her horrible plans when she gets drunk (I’m still cringing at that flashback of her with Travis) and her obvious thing for older men, I’m honestly kind of surprised she didn’t end up having a deeply regretted something with Omar at some point.  They do have good chemistry in an antagonistic way.  And he does so enjoy tugging her pigtails.  ...ew.  Why is my brain like this?  

“A little bit of practice, even a girl can make that shot.”  Aaaaaaand we’re back to kick him in the nuts.  Not that we ever really left there.  Such a butthead.

Boy oh boy, it sure is great the tone that all these shitty rich white people take saying “Indian.”

“That is what a normal person would do in your situation.”  Henryyyyyy, I love you so much.  Why can’t we spend more time with him in the early seasons?  Why are you drinking a Rainier?  Nooooo, please have better taste in beer than your boyfriend!  You have expensive tastes in bourbon, why can’t you have decent taste in beeeer?

Walt, what is the point of practicing darts when you are FIVE FEET from the board?  Seriously, you’re supposed to be like...  (a google later)  7 feet 9.25 inches away!  That’s...  That’s an oddly specific measurement.  Wtf.  No quickly apparent reason for that specific measure.  Resisting the pull of this particular rabbit hole to continue the ep.  

Aaaah, that’s right, this is still when Walt thinks that Henry may have killed the guy for him.  And BestDad Henry talked to Cady after the blow up about Branch, and he is a wonderful human being.  “It’s really none of your concern.”  Hoooooow dare you.  It is clearly a function of being bffs with that butthead that Henry just smiles (somewhat bitterly) at this instead of tripping him into the bar or shoving his head into the cigarette machine.  (Is that a cigarette machine?  Wtf is that thing with the yellow lit up portion towards the top? [14:05])  

“What a rich inner life you must lead.  From time to time, you should consider sharing some of it with the rest of us.”  The sass!  Swoon.  Henry.  Marry me.  

“I’ve got other problems.”  Buddy, you are other problems.

I wonder how many people/places Ruby just has on speed dial so that she can zoom through her list of “Where the hell is Walt now” to get in touch with him.

Aaaaand we’re back to Branch getting a bit big for his britches.  Whee.  Better fight about it like Big Boys.  Ffs.  “Go ahead.  Give me your best shot.”  ::Pat Benatar starts playing in the background::  Oh holy shit, I wish so damn much that I had any know-how about making vids.  I would be beyond amused by a spoofy hate vid of Walt and Branch being assholes to “Hit Me With Your Best Shot.”  Ooo, oo, or “Hit Me Baby One More Time!”  Aaaahahaha, these fucking losers and their fragile masculinity.  Get rekt.

Children.  Childreeeeen.  Stop it, or you can’t go to Timmy’s birthday party next week.

The irony of Vic being the one who is actually calling them on their shit and getting to do their damn jobs.  Well shit, they actually have a warrant this time.  Will wonders never cease.

Damn, Viho is smart.  Politically savy, pointing out the election coming up.  He’s got the wrong end of the stick this time, but the fact that he’s seen these angles and considered a bunch of things about the consequences already is telling about how smart he is.

Ruby is so pleased to see Henry.  She sounds tired (dealing with Walt and Branch and the sheer volume of bs that is accumulating in that office, no wonder) but still fond.  And the look she gives him.  I love her so much.  She puts up with so much.  And I love Henry continually calling Walt and the department on their shit and just being a dedicated activist for his community.

Fuck right off, Branch.  “Woah.  I know you’re Walt’s friend, Henry, but you don’t have any particular rights here.”  You are sliding into being a full on trashbag of a human being so fast, Brancheroo.  Reminding a young man of his rights and helping him avoid getting railroaded by your biased ass isn’t a bad thing, you rusty wingnut.

Ok, it might not be Glasses!Henry, but cowboy boots!Henry with the glow of righteousness upon him is also quite A Look.

Aaaaahahaha, for once Vic’s unholy yelling saves the day.  Being able to shout over a mass of raucous teens is usually reserved for teachers, camp counselors, and stage managers.  Looool and using detention as the threat.  And then jail.  Heeeh.

This is soooo weeeeeird: I’m starting to genuinely like Lizzie.  She just showed up and I remembered that it’s for dropping off that present, and then Vic is such a butt about it, and this poor lady is just trying to date a guy that she really likes and even gave him about 5 different outs that morning and he pointedly didn’t take any of them and dammit, Lizzie deserves better, too.  Fuck, Walt, you are such a disaster zone.  And Vic is a whole other disaster area that’s looking to, uhhhh, share a border.  Yike.

The present is definitely more Lizzie than it is Walt, with the wrapping and everything, but it’s still a sweet impulse.  AND THEN VIC, who told Walt how many times that he should call her?? gets all up in her business?  Poor Lizzie trying to figure out what the fuck this has to do with Vic or how it is even on the same planet as any of her business.  She does have some issues from her previous marriage, but she owns them.  And her BS meter is actually pretty finely tuned.  Sure picks up on Vic’s awkward boner for Walt in no time flat.  Not that it’s particularly well hidden, damn.

This kid is a rapist and a murderer and The Bad Guy, but at the same time, he is a high school kid, chances are he’s a minor, and Walt is talking to him alone in his office without any parent, much less a lawyer.  What the fuck.  

“Because Ayasha Roundstone told me so,” is a good line, solidly so.  And Walt’s all in The Righteous Hand of Justice mode or whatever, with the gravelly voice and standing over the kid, staring him down.  Effective.  (But where are that kid’s parents?)  Ah, that’s right, his dad is taking a shot at whatshisnoodle to make it look like he’s the killer.

Awww, Cady.  Honey, how long have you been waiting for you FailDad to show up?  Fuck.  Right.  This was how she found out that Martha was murdered.  He lies to her so much.  He manipulates her so much.  He passes all of this off on it being Martha’s wish, but he even acknowledges that Cady had a right to know and he chose not to tell her.  He denies Cady her own agency again and again.  He makes decisions for her without ever giving her a chance to choose for herself, and punishes her when she makes a choice that he doesn’t agree with.

It’s not “protecting” her from the pain.  “Protecting you from the pain,” is not a father’s job; it’s to teach their child how to manage it, help them live through it, and how to grow past it.  You’re damaging her.  Into the suuuuuuun, Walt!  Into the fucking SUN.

But fuuuuuuuuuuuck, her delivery of that same line, “Well, let me relieve you of that burden,” is sooo good.  You done fucked up, buster.  And you just keep fucking up.  I would say in new and exciting ways, but it’s generally in the SAME DAMN WAYS, dammit Walt.

This flashback is really difficult.  

They’re right about that technically being kidnapping, too.  Wyoming  § 6-2-201 specifically includes defining kidnapping as unlawfully confining another person, with the intent to “facilitate the commission of a felony; or Inflict bodily injury on or to terrorize the victim or another,” with unlawful confinement defined as “accomplished (i)  By force, threat or deception; or (ii)  Without the consent of a parent, guardian or other person responsible for the general supervision of an individual who is under the age of fourteen (14) or who is adjudicated incompetent.”  Meaning that not only could Walt charge Jake with the kidnapping of Rich, but also probably of Ayasha, since she was ruled an unreliable witness and would more than likely be legally considered a “mentally incompetent person” according to the states’ legal definitions.  

Not... that I have the Wyoming State Criminal Code downloaded on my computer.  >_> Certainly haven’t skimmed about 80% of it trying to figure out what charges would most make sense to be levied against Jacob at the end so that I don’t have to deal with him going in to a Federal prison on RICO charges.  <_<  Or what Cady probably should have been charged with after that mess with Tate and Catori.  Nnnnnnope.  Sure don’t, didn’t, haven’t. o_o

This is about the only time I can remember there being a legitimate reason for Walt not to have backup.  Since they’re off checking other locations.  Also, damn, that was some classic Old West quickdraw shit, Walt!  Noice!

“Why did you stop me?”  Because you have to testify, you little shit.  HE is not terribly bright.

Ooooooo, somehow I forgot that it was Branch who went to Jacob.  But that makes total sense; I can’t really see Jacob seeking Branch out, but once he walks himself into his office, Jacob will certainly play those new cards for all they’re worth.  Ooooooooo, and the Hotamétaneo’o headdress!  I’d forgotten about Branch seeing it, too!  Nice call back and foreshadowing to finish off S1!

“You will not find a chili cheeseburger of this caliber anywhere in Colorado.”  And now it’s 4:30 in the morning and I want a chili cheeseburger.  Thanks, babe.   Some daaaaaay, I will figure out which is my favourite Henry, but it is not this day, because godsdaaaaamn, the red checked shirt with that vessssst, is *chef kiss* a wonderful thing.   And the director knoooooows it = that pan down Henry’s back as he turns after saying, “I said nothing,” for noooo reason other than to have Henry’s ass on screen.  Seriously.  He says his line, it pans down, we get a primo shot of his jeans, and then it cuts away.  Solely a pan for Henry Butt.  Who directed this, and where do I send the fruit basket?  Dang, it was Nelson McCormick, and this was the only ep of Longmire he directed.  Huh.  In S1, there’s only one repeat director, who did eps 1, 3, and 7.  Interesting.

Focus, kid.  You are less than 3 minutes from the end and you’ve had it paused for over 5 minutes to wander around IMDb.  No wonder it takes you three flipping hours to watch one of these episodes.  What a mess, indeed.

“We all process grief in our own way.”  Buddy.  You have not processed.  You are a human <BUFFERING> screen.  You’re a walking loading symbol.  Walt, he gives you some basic vital statistics on the guy, but...  You haven’t even asked who it was.  Walt, you are so bad at this.  Fffffffff---  And there’s season 1.  lawd.

[very-grownup]

THE YEAR IS 2020 AND I WATCHED NEON GENESIS EVANGELION FOR THE FIRST TIME, PART 3

Episode 11.

Self-governance is an illusion and humanity has replaced the decision-making process with some supercomputers because no one's read "I Have No Mouth and I Mist Scream".

The rest of Episode 11 and Episode 12 behind the cut.

So, there's this episode of Johnny Quest where a spaceship crash lands outside this military base and it leaves behind this black orb that in the night opens and it's a glowing red eye and super long spider legs extend and it shoots a laser out of its eye. The Angel in this episode reminds me of the giant space spider robot in that episode of Johnny Quest but it's like a rhomboid instead of an orb and it is covered in triangles and each triangle has an eye and later the eyes cry orange acid and that's upsetting but I love spider.

There's a power outage in this episode caused by I think the Angel just throwing a breaker and shutting everything down and absolutely no one was prepared for this eventuality. Like, everything is underground mostly and what emergency power there is gets diverted from the life support to the supercomputers which seems like the kind of decision EVIL SUPERCOMPUTERS WOULD MAKE but that's not even the important thing.

Shinji's been told by his teacher to talk to his dad because the kids are doing, like, their future goal planning guidance counselor stuff or whatever and parents need to be involved and the little scene of Shinji calling his father from a payphone is heartbreaking. Just awkward anxious stuttering mostly focused on Shinji's empty hand clenching and unclenching helplessly while his father interrupts him to tell him to spit it out already and tell him why he's broken what seems to be a no contact rule between them and it's so real. So futile. Shinji really tries to tell his father the message he's supposed to pass on only to get the brush-off again, the whole thing impatiently dismissed as unimportant and part of all the responsibilities for Shinji that have been delegated to Misato. Then we get the beginning of what is clearly Shinji's father telling his assistant not to forward Shinji's calls in the future before the power outage and the call disconnects. Shinji tries to talk to about this to Asuka and Rei. The disconnect has just enough uncertainty to it that Asuka is able to go 'sounds like a tech problem stop worrying so much and reading into it you wiener'. Shinji tries to lie to himself that Asuka's right even though this is just the latest bit of abusive negligence from his dad. It's sad, it's just so sad, it makes me so sad and there's no one to tell Shinji straight up that his dad sucks and is neglecting him and it's not cool and there's no excuse, not really.

There's stuff with the kids needing to get to NERV with the power out, Asuka trying to get into a power play with the others that they are completely disinterested in, a clearly anxious and adrift Shinji asking '... it's weird we're being attacked by things we call angels right?'

The kids get to the robots which have been prepared for them. Shinji sees his father working with the grunts to get the robots ready all analogue and hand-cranked or whatever and he's allowed to believe this is because his dad had faith the kids, including Shinji, would get there. Which is such a cruel lie to perpetuate about this man who was ready to drop a nuke on his son in the last episode, but Shinji takes it and actually gets into the robot with spirit because he's so desperate to believe that he's even on his father's radar, let alone important to him.

They have to chop a bunch of tubes with axes so the robots can punch and kick their way to the Angel and get acid-cried on and when the tubes are axed they gush really upsetting fluid and I hate it. But mostly I just keep thinking about Shinji's empty hand clutching at nothing while trying to get his father to hear him. This concludes my report on Episode 11 of Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Episode 12.

In the year 2000, as we all remember, Antarctica got blown the fuck up by an energy giant appearing. Who survived this incident? Misato and I assume a single penguin. Misato was a child who was there with her father because no one knows what work-life balance is or where it's appropriate to bring children and to save her, her father put her in a metal coffin tube. TRAUMA.

Back in the present (I have now forgotten what year this is supposed to be taking place in), Misato has been promoted to major and Shinji's two friends, the horny boys who try to have an empathy, notice before Shinji and Asuka do (parental figures can never change). It turns out with her promotion and Shinji's shitty dad and that other old dude being away (in Antarctica where everything is blood and northern lights), Misato is the most senior person at NERV and I got a feeling so complicated. Because it's great that professionally Misato is getting recognition and authority, especially in the wake of Kaji existing, but ... Misato is a disaster and NERV is a disaster and being the top disaster dog of a disaster seems ... not great.

There's a bit that is both sweet and sad where Shinji's friends make them throw a little party to celebrate Misato's promotion and they are genuinely trying to do something nice for her even if it's partially propelled by horniness but also ... no peers? Honey. (Ritsuko and Kaji do show up so it's not just Misato and middle schoolers but Kaji is a negative to the adult count, the peer count, and the friend count so it's all null.)

The important thing in this episode is the connection and parallels between Shinji and Misato. Shinji realizes that although they're celebrating her promotion, Misato isn't happy. Misato admits this is kind of the case and Shinji is baffled. The promotion means that outside authority figures have recognized Misato's hard work and are validating it and why wouldn't that make Misato happy? Surely that's why people do things, to get external validation? Because it's why Shinji makes the decisions he makes. Validation and happiness are complicated, naturally, and it's saying that, but also implicit in the exchange is that Shinji has never received external validation. This is his holy grail. Once he has that surely everything will feel different.

When an Angel that looks like an orange boomerang or maybe a bop-it with an huge eyeball in the centre attacks and Misato's in charge, she uses her authority to make some wild and risky calls which boil down to 'throw all the teens in robots at it at once'.

The Angel drops orange globs of itself onto the earth below and each glob is like a little nuke that leaves a smoking crater behind but it's pretty cute, like someone put decarabia from SMT through a funhouse mirror. Not a fan of the orange globs, though.

Ritsuko confronts Misato in the bathroom about making bad decisions for the wrong reasons (as opposed to her usual bad decisions but for the right reason), suggesting that Misato just wants to get revenge on the Angels and destroy them which ... is what I thought NERV was for? It seems very double-standard and bullshit and I don't buy it as being something that makes Misato's decisions any better or worse than they would be otherwise. Ritsuko just seems to be covering her ass because Shinji's dad is away and only he gets to send teens into death.

Misato takes some time to explain to Shinji why she joined NERV and the complicated feelings she has not towards the Angels but to her father, who was a shitty father who was emotionally distant and neglectful and only seems to have managed to be a good dad once before promptly dying. Misato is still trying to figure out the intersection between anger and grief and how to feel about a man who does important work and to who she doubly owes her life but who was a shitty dad in a moment-by-moment sense. The guilt of still being angry, even after his death: Misato is still grappling with this and the echoes of shitty parenting, a cyclical thing that she is simultaneously enabling and attempting to divert by stepping into Shinji's life and it's no surprise something she's still grappling with flies over Shinji's head.

The kids get in the robots to fight the Angel all at once in Misato's reckless plan that works because ALL THE PLANS ARE THROWING TEENS IN ROBOTS AT GIANT MONSTERS. One of the kids tears the membrane off the giant eye and stabs it with a giant robot knife and it's gross. ALSO on defeat the Angel STILL BLOWS UP AND LEAVES A HUGE CRATER, SOMEHOW THIS IS SUCCESS?

Shinji's shitty dad calls in to validate and commend Misato's incredibly reckless decision because of course he doesn't have a problem with plans that might kill teens. He was ready to nuke his son an episode ago! Shinji's shitty dad then speaks to him directly, calls him by name, and basically tells him 'good work' and between this and his talks with Misato, Shinji learns the lesson that if he continues to do this thing he hates beyond all understanding, his father will see him. It's awful because Misato was trying to find words to explain how fleeting to nothingness external validation is when it doesn't align with your own desires and this didn't reach Shinji but also because what his father gives him is lip service. Empty words. Nothing. But they're still the most Shinji seems to have ever gotten from his father and so this nothing is everything. This concludes my report on Episode 12 of Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Supplemental: with how poorly Misato explains things to Shinji, it feels like she's never spoken about her anger towards her father and her anger about her anger being complicated by his sacrifice and death. She has no real friends she feels safe opening up to.

[ladyemberswrites]

[Oh boy, OH BOY! Like some people are going to hate me for this, but here it goes!]

Author's Notes: Okay, so like I've had this in my drafts for awhile now. So, this is like a very, very rough draft of a Gargoyles Human Au I was working on, but then I ended up changing a whole bunch of things as I went along, so this is pretty much a scraped draft, drabble sort of thing, though I will probably end up keeping many of the main elements in the final product. So, yeah-

!Warnings! [ Adultery/Cheating/References to Toxic and Unhealthy relationships/Age Difference/Age Gaps]

● If any of this isn't your cup of tea this isn't for you!]

Summary: "Elisa?" She hated the way he said her name. He said it so delicately, so soft as if he feared it might break on his tongue. She hated that she loved how he spoke  it "Elisa". It made her feel wanted, feel desired, feel protected with just an utterance of her name. And that's where the problem lay.

Why she can't look him in the eyes, but she does so anyways to catch his tired, obsidian eyes.

"We need to talk." She blurts and she can see him physically wince the moment the sentence leaves her lips.

"I know"

It was long after midnight, but of course, New York isn’t called the city that doesn’t sleep for anything. 

But, the point was moot.

For the first time, she hated the noise of the city that she called home. The lights too bright, the sounds, the smells of greasy street vendor food made her want to vomit. She just wanted everything to shut up and give her some peace. She wanted to wallow but she had work in the morning so getting drunk like any sane person would have was out of the question.

And the thought of sitting around any longer in the silence of her dark, cramped, shitty apartment made her want to rip her own hair out and scream.

So, where does that leave her?

Not much of choice, no, not really she has a choice, a choice that needed to be made no matter how much she didn’t want to do it. She can be a coward and run, but her mama didn’t raise cowards. She’s no coward even though at this point and time she wanted to be. 

To go run and hide away from the big scary world.

The 23rd precinct came into view and her dread only intensified. No one was there which only worsen the feelings even though the building being entirely vacant is a blessing. No one to hear, no prying eyes nor ears. Yet, that didn’t lessen the fear; her heart felt like a rock sitting inside her chest and every exhale and inhale of her breath burned as if her lungs were drawing smoke and brimstone. 

The scent of roasted Ethiopian coffee wafts under her nose and it warms her, almost comforting her as she turns the corner and finds the only light in the dark beckoning her. Her feet kept going, they wanted to stop and turn around and run until her feet bleed.

But, she can't. She had to do this, she had to, not just for herself, but for them and too selfishly appease her own guilt that's been gnawing away at her consciousness every waking moment. 

The rap of her knuckles across the worn wood sounded like a death toll in her ears. In a way it was.

"Captain Wyvern." Her voice wavered, she sounded so damn mousey and timid, but the door and rumble of his deep baritone made her feel so small and tiny. 

"Come in." She didn't notice the tremble of her fingers until she struggled to turn the knob of his office door, she stopped and swallowed, her throat feeling raw and scratchy. Inhaling, she finally finds the courage to open it and meet Goliath's boring stare.

The dark circles of his eyes were hard to ignore nor the fading blemish that stained his dark skin a nasty shade of blue and black. She recoiled at the sight, darting her eyes away to peer at the floor.

"Elisa?" She hated the way he said her name. He said it so delicately, so soft as if he feared it might break on his tongue. She hated that she loved how he spoke it "Elisa". It made her feel wanted, feel desired, feel protected with just an utterance of her name. And that's where the problem lay.

Why she can't look him in the eyes, but she does so anyway to catch his tired, obsidian eyes.

"We need to talk." She blurts and she can see him physically wince the moment the sentence leaves her lips.

"I know" she steps closer, her eyes briefly scanning the mess of his desk scattered files and unfinished documents laid about, a whole pack of cigarettes burnt to their very buds sizzles in the mini ashtray she bought him as a last-minute birthday present. Her eyes lifted to meet his scrutinizing gaze and hated that too, that inhuman inquisitiveness his eyes give off, watching her every movement like that of an apex predator.

"I want to transfer" the words tasted bitter on her tongue, heavy as they were she had managed without tripping over her them in haste. Goliath looked at her like she had just punched a hole through his gut and suddenly that bruise on his face didn't sting so much.

"What?" 

"I-want to transfer" 

"Why-" as if he didn’t know. 

"I overheard you arguing with your wife about me the other night." His face fell blank "Captain-Goliath you know why I can't stay here. You know that I can't." Dammit, she hissed she fumbles with her oversized police bomber and rubs her watering eyes. She hears a creak of his mobile chair and the soft pad of shoes hitting the floor and suddenly he's towering over her.

"Elisa, you belong here" of course she did, didn't she? But, the matter isn't about her sense of belonging, it's about what is right and what is wrong. And she can't stay no matter how much she didn't want to leave, she can't because she knows she won't be able to control herself. 

"You're making this harder than it has to be" she mumbles exhausted and emotionally worn "I have to go" 

"The problems between me and my wife have nothing to do with you" he's trying to placate her, to affirm what she has so unsuccessfully tried to do for months on end.

"It has everything to do with it me!" She snapped pulling away from his warmth "how can you say that!? I kissed you! And before that, I confessed to you drunk off my ass!" She shouted as she had to hammer those facts into his thick skull because he wanted to ignore the blatantly obvious. To put behind them and pretend that night didn’t exist at all.

You're a married man dammit!" God, she can only imagine what it would've sounded like if the 23 precinct was packed airing her dirty laundry for all to hear without a care in the world. Even in the quiet of the empty halls, she felt beyond mortified.

Goliath watched her almost apathetically mingled with what she had come to know as his " unable to process anything" look. 

Whatever torrent of emotions were stirring through him she hadn't the faintest idea. Her captain was known for having a rather volcanic temper, but she had never, ever had him lash out at her, raise his voice yes, but never unadulterated anger. Right now, she wished he would get angry, lash out at her, throw something, flip the desk and let all its contents crash upon the floor. It'd make things easier for her, easier to pack her things and leave and never look back. And not cling to him like a lovesick puppy.

But he doesn't. 

He runs a hand through his long mane smoothing it back for a lack of anything better to do or say. 

"I need coffee." he mutters. For Goliath its code for "I need a minute to think".

He wanders out his office lost and leaves her behind struggling to keep her dwindling mental state from going straight to utter hell. 

The silent tears do the opposite of what she's supposed to do, to keep a level head, but they come anyway, pouring down her cheeks in pathetic, wet globs. By the time he returns with two mugs of piping hot coffee her eyes are red and scratchy and he looks worse than when he left. Still stolid, still uncomfortably rigid as if he's standing trial.

She takes it and sips at it, just the right amount of sweetness she liked because of course, he knew exactly how she wanted it. Because he's attentive and she comes to hate him for that.

"Goliath?" 

"Yes." 

"Was she right? About what Demona said about you being infatuated me? About having a thing for me?" His chair squeaked, deafening in the silence.

"I-" her brows scrunch "you kissed me back that night. It was brief, but I noticed" 

"...Yes…" he confesses and her fingers squeeze her mug so tight she feared it might break.

~

Brooklyn came in like a whirlwind, slamming the glass door of his office behind him it resounded like a thunderclap. Goliath glanced up from his documents, his prescription glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose.

"What the hell did you do!?"

"Pardon?"

"You're transferring Elisa!?"

He looks away from Brooklyn's accusatory gaze "Yes…"

"Why!?" He slams both hands on his desk "Elisa's a damn good cop and you know it! Just what the everloving hell did she do to make you want to transfer her!" Goliath hardly faltered under his younger brother's fury, he remained passive and unnerved.

"I thought you liked her"

"I do." He murmured, but Brooklyn took note of something, the perks of living with each other so closely for so long.

"But, I'm betting a little much, huh?" His tone was far from sarcastic his voice instead dripped with condescension, if not disgust.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Is that what you're doing!? Huh, covering your own ass because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants!? Never thought you'd stoop so low-"

"Enough!" He barked detesting the very insinuation that he'd kick Elisa to curb, that he'd use her to only abandon her for mere lust made him sick. As understanding he is of his brother's upset; he refuses to be accused of such a low, foul deed. Like a scolded puppy Brooklyn reels away with wide eyes.

"I know you're upset but I will not stand here and let you accuse me of something I did not do."

His gaze sharpened "This is not a decision I make lightly, but it has to be done." 

"But, why!?"

"Enough, Brooklyn. You do not need to know the specifics only that I'm transferring Elisa to the 22nd precinct. My decision stands and you will accept it all the same."

"Just like that." He snapped his fingers.

"Yes." He says with finality.

"You're not getting away with this…" he hissed before he tapered away, slamming the door the way he had opened it earlier with a thunderous clatter.

As Brooklyn's loud, angry footsteps recede, Goliath resisted the sudden urge to hurl his mug across the room, to watch it crash and hit the floor, to shatter into a thousand little pieces upon the polished wood. 

An appropriate metaphor for his current state of mind. 

He heard his office door swing open again this time without a deafening noise.

"Always a lively lad" Hudson jeers. Goliath cracks his knuckles scowling at his desk.

"It is not always a good thing" his mentor hummed "Brooklyn lets his emotions run wild without thought or consequences too often." 

"Aye, but the sentiment rings familiar" Goliath grimaced "lettin' one's emotions run rampant" 

"I wasn't that bad" 

Hudson laughed but shook his head "perhaps, but I'm not speakin of that" his mirth falters "it's about you and the lass" 

There's no accusation in his voice.

"There is nothing between me and Elisa" as if it needed to be stated.

"If you're going to be carrying on an illicit affair, ye should be sure the walls don't be having eyes and ears" Goliath stiffened.

"I was in my office gettin some shut eye until the yelling woke me up. Nice thing to wake to seeing the two of you gettin' to know each other" Shame curled at the pit of his stomach his eyes left his mentor's questioning gaze.

"I had a serious lapse of judgment" 

"I'll bet!" Goliath swallowed. Hudson crossed the room and took a seat.

"I do not  know what's coming over me." He rubbed the bridge of his nose ", this isn't like me, Hudson." 

"It'd be love I suppose" 

"I don't-" 

"Don't love the lass?" Hudson lifted a bushy brow "ye sure?" Goliath didn't answer, he didn't want to answer.

"I'm married, Hudson. A married man with a child! How can you say that!? In fact, you of all people should be furious with me!" 

"And say 'I thought I taught you better'?"

"Yes!"  he slammed the desk “What I did was wrong! I shouldn’t-I shouldn’t-” he ran both hands over his face in utter frustration “I should never have kissed her the way that I did. I shouldn’t be infatuated with her in the first place! Dammit….” 

~

Goliath did not know what lunch with his wife might entail. He considered canceling out of guilt, but his conscience won in the end. He needed to face her, Demona, his angel, and to confess to her how he betrayed her in the worst possible way. He wasn't looking forward to it as he traps through the tables and chairs of her favorite french restaurant.

"Love." She was eerily at ease "you came."

"Of course."

"You are troubled" 

"You stormed away last night. I was worried." Demona only let her lips downturn only a millimeter as she dusted her pencil skirt of invisible dust.

"I suppose I let my emotions get the better of me" 

"I-before we eat. I must confess something to you" 

"Is it about the Maza woman?" her tone dropped. To be fair her momentary jealousy wasn't as intense as it was before. She felt more aggravated by the fact she hadn't noticed earlier, she hates rude surprises. And what did she have to scorn the Maza woman over anyway? She's rich, she's powerful all gained and created by her very own hands. What exactly did she have to prove to her? It's an embarrassing sentiment, but a sentiment all the same.

Goliath nods mutely and Demona speculates that something serious between must have happened and as he spoke-not as nearly serious as she had thought. However, she found it both shocking and utterly amusing that Goliath of all people-it was almost laughable. He was cute; being completely racked with guilt. This Maza woman had certainly worked a number on him without actually intending to do anything at all. Quite impressive.

"I will not excuse my behavior"

"Why didn't you?"

"What?"

"What caused you to stop?"

"You of course!" 

"A bit too late for that."

"I-" he swallowed "Y-yes." 

"Seems my assumption was correct then?" 

"I'm not going to leave you for another woman"

"But, Maza isn't just another woman." She cuts him off "Is she?"

Goliath froze.

"You feel a strong attraction to her more than anything I can garner "

"That isn't-" 

"Isn't what? Why are you trying so hard to deny the obvious truth? You want Maza." 

~

"So what!?" Elisa snaps "Do we just bang each others brains out? Then what?! Be consumed by a lifetime of guilt? Or do we just play pretend and spend the rest of our lives shacking up at some moldy, shitty motel acting like we did nothing wrong once the lights come on?" 

Her shoulders sag, her voice cracks "Is that the kind of life you want, Goliath? Living out some lie that we know damn well isn't true?" She wiped her eyes with the back of her palm, she was crying again. Dammit! 

Before she knew it, she's enveloped in warmth, his large arms and body wrap around her and she's pressed into his chest. Him and the oversized blue police bomber that he had given her to replace the once she lost on her first-night compasses her. 

She inhales his scent; the heady smell of burnt oak. 

And before she knows it she crumbles, her vision is blurred, everything outside is nothing more than white static in her ears as she wails against his chest. 

A childish part of herself wanted to scream and say it wasn't fair, but she knew she can't-couldn't say it out loud.

"No." He finally says "that isn't the life I want for you." He squeezes her tighter, his fingers brushing through her short hair "you're young, so much younger than I am, you have your whole life ahead of you. I cannot keep you here, no matter how much I want you to stay." 

It wasn't fair for him either. Forced to stay within a bitter, toxic marriage. But, that wasn't her issue to meddle in. 

She sniffed "you're not that old" her tone is watery, heavy with grief, but she tries to lighten her mood.

"I'm old enough to be your father, Elisa." He says dryly with no ounce of humor.

"Yeah," she sniffs "but you're not my dad." She sniffs again "he's been gone for a long time…now.." as if this wasn't depressing enough, she shudders. Goliath holds her closer, letting his head fall upon her head.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Horrible Influence

Shinsou x Princess!Reader

Shinsou realizes his feelings for his charge a little too late.

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: just a short little early birthday present for @kattariapenn ! I was gonna post this on Saturday but I might be too busy to get to posting it and honestly I hate waiting lolol. I was gonna make this just straight up ANGST but why would I wanna make you sad in your birthday. So, y’know... I fixed it.

The two of you were just friends.

At least that was what Shinsou had to tell himself when it was announced that you were to wed the second Prince of the Iida Palace. Though there was something dreadful growing in the pit of his stomach, more so, when you so shamelessly gushed about the gown you’d wear and what your first few children would be named, Shinsou had to remain calm, cool, and collected, even if his heart may have been breaking.

“Just friends,” if even that. Shinsou was a horrible influence on you. As your royal aide, appointed to you by the king himself, he had the nasty duty of following you around to make sure you never got up into any mischievous activities; a droning job if it weren’t for your wicked spirit and tight lips. You weren’t an ordinary princess— you didn’t hold your high up and mock people below you and sure as hell didn’t care for the standard code of conduct enforced on you when there were eyes on you. Sure, you knew how to ride a horse the way a noble woman was taught but when you were out in the wild, you kicked out your graceful facade and rode full speed ahead in search of something, anything, more thrilling.

You had taken Shinsou on plenty of misadventures, which often ended in you getting covered in grime or dirt, maybe even blood, depending on where the two of you ended up, and though Shinsou loved every second he spent with you slaying orcs, solving labyrinths, and even the small things like sneaking apples from the orchards of another kingdom, he was still very protective of you and cared about his status as your aide. When things got out of hand, Shinsou found himself bickering with you quite often, even going so far as dragging you back to the castle when he thought things were getting out of hand. If you wouldn’t listen to him, he’d let you deal with the wrath of your father.

You didn’t get into trouble too often since Shinsou usually had a good handle on you or the situations you got yourself in, but when you did, Shinsou had to deal with you and your morose attitude, acting as the diligent and perfect little princess in the eyes of others while cursing the ‘indigo bastard’s’ name behind closed doors. After Shinsou would have enough of your bitter attitude, he would sneak into your room and propose the two of you do something fun, which you always responded sarcastic comment about how it wasn’t your place to go gallivanting about with some commoner, and Shinsou would always reply with, “you’re a princess. You can do whatever you want.”

Needless to say, although you were such an ill-behaved terror in your own rite, the fact that Shinsou catered to your rambunctious needs, made him that horrible influence in your life. He couldn’t help himself. He had such a weak spot for you.

Shinsou lived for seeing the light return to your eyes as the spirit of adventure would once again flood your heart. He loved how wild you were, even for a spoiled, pain-in-the-ass princess and knowing that his days with you were numbered was tearing him up inside.

It was only a kiss.

At least that was what you might have wanted him to think. It was one kiss and though it had caught Shinsou off guard, it was everything to him. The way your delicate lips parted for him while intoxicating warmth radiated off of your body, how your gentle fingers tugged on his coat pockets, coaxing him closer to you, and the splendidly sweet taste of your painted lips danced across his tongue… Shinsou never wanted it to end. The moment seemed to last forever; the castle halls were as quiet as a mouse even though they were filled with nobles who had gathered to see you married off to Prince Tenya Iida, but in the dark little corner, there was only you, and there was only Shinsou.

You pulled away far too soon and Shinsou was left to dive down deep into your eyes to figure out what was going on in your mind. The only thing he found were tears.

“I’m sorry,” you said, barely above a whisper. Your own gloved hands dot at your eyes, careful not to smudge the facade covering your face. Shinsou knew the true you would only ever want her face to be covered in dirt. “I had to… just once…”

“Y/N,” Shinsou lifted his hand to your cheek but you stop him before he can touch you. Still, Shinsou wove his fingers in with yours, afraid that if he would let go, he’d never get to hold you again. Thousands of words were swimming through Shinsou’s brain but the only thing he could manage out was a, “why would you do that?”

You were quick to reply, “just forget about it.” You swatted his hands away from you and gathered a bunch of your gown in your hands. Shinsou closed his eyes. Even on a day that was supposed to be a happy one, you still managed to do something infuriating.

“I won’t be able to…”

It was cruel! If Shinsou had known that you reciprocated his feelings even slightly before today, he would have stopped at nothing to make sure this wedding wouldn’t be happening. He thought this was what you wanted, but perhaps you talking so much about this dismal wedding was just a means to get Shinsou riled up, though it had, it was beyond his duty, but not his power, to do something about it.

You began rounding the corner. In a moment of sheer panic, Shinsou grabbed your arm. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but it was enough to surprise you, demonstrated to him by the furious look in your eyes when he had your whirled around. That was the Y/N he knew.

“What are you doing?” You hissed at him, narrowing your eyes, though, this time you didn’t wriggle away from him.

“You can’t…” Shinsou felt a knot forming at the back of his throat. He was planning on avoiding you the entire day for this very reason. He wasn’t going to cry over the loss of a love that was never his but you had insisted on seeing him, like the spoiled little girl that you were! “You can’t do that to me! Have you no conscious! No clear grasp on human decency?!”

Shinsou’s outburst attracted the attention of two Iida palace guards that had been standing nearby the main hall. They called out to the princess who had her eyes fixated on Shinsou’s coat, trying very steadily not to cry.

“I’m a princess,” you let out a shaky breath while staying as composed as you could, “I can do whatever I want.”

“Y/N,” Shinsou growled and the guards made their way to your sides, glaring at the emotional castle aide. They asked if you were doing well and you turned away from Shinsou, away from another route. The tears in Shinsou’s eyes make it nearly impossible for him to watch you walking away from him.

…

But he was glad that he watched you because in one small moment, you turned your head and mouthed the words, “coat pocket,” at him.

Once Shinsou found himself a clearing, making sure nobody was around to watch him, he pulled a folded paper note out from the front pocket of his coat. You were such a tricky wench, pulling a stunt like that.

Shinsou unfolded the paper and read in your gorgeous handwriting, ‘When the time is right, meet me out by the stables. Nobody will be there. There are two horses waiting there. I assume you know what to do. I’m taking the white one.’

Shinsou scoffed although excited relief came rushing through his veins. You were such a nuisance- a reckless child with no sense of self-preservation. You were going to run away from your wedding? Well, Shinsou couldn’t allow that, not without making sure you didn’t get yourself killed off by Tenya Iida’s command. As mighty as you thought you were, you were nothing without Shinsou as your side.

As Shinsou exited the palace and made his way towards the stables, he thought to himself that maybe, you were more of a horrible influence on him.

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Consequences: Chapter 1

Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?

Words: 2906

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content

Beckett x TE MC (Maeve)

**Warnings: This chapter has mature content. Not NSFW but things got spicy. Alcohol consumption, anger, bad decisions. *

This was the last's Friday night before his studies would begin and he was beyond excited to start his new academic journey in the medical field. The only thing that overshadowed his excitement was the fact that the place that he found for the living, was already occupied, which meant that he would have a roommate, something that he never wanted to have. The main reason why no matter how hard his best friend tried to convince him to rent a house together, he did not succumb to his persuasion. Preferring solitude instead to the company. And as a result got himself in a situation in which he was now, with the person he even never met.

He huffed, driving toward the lonely standing house, someone’s car already parked there. He looked around, leaving his car on a free space. Getting out of his SUV, Beckett went toward the house. When he got inside, he noticed still packed boxes in the hall, but he didn’t hear or see anyone else. He walked further into the house, entering a living room he will be forced to share with someone else. He looked around the neat and cozy room, two armchairs were standing opposite fireplace, the massive bookcase was located along one of the walls. He was about to go and check the kitchen when he heard his phone calling. Taking it out, he checked the Caller’s ID before answering the call, listening for a cheerful voice, coming from his mobile.

“Morning to you too, Zephyr,” replied Beckett, putting his keys into the bowl.

“Hey, Beckster, did you finally got to your place? Did you settle already? Who is your new roommate?” questioned Zeph excitedly, not letting Beckett say anything until ending his questioning.

“You know I hate it when you call me that. And yes, I already got to my new place but had no chance to settle, yet. Answering your last question, I have no idea who my new roommate is as I can see only unopened boxes there. But I do hope that the person I share this place with is someone decent and will not interrupt my study. Although based on the fact that instead of unpacking, this roommate just left… I guess I can just forget all my hopes.”

“Yes, yes… About your study, boy you need to unwind for the last time before your study starts…,” started Zeph before being interrupted by Beckett.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I was invited to the party, and you are coming with me. So this is Party tiiiiiiiime….” excitedly screamed Zeph making Beckett frown moving his phone a bit further from his ear.

“Never," cut Beckett. "you know I hate parties.”

“Yes, but you also know I will not give up until you say yes. So let’s make it easy for both of us.” laughed Zeph.

“I need to unpack my stuff, and it may take the whole day. Also, I need to go to the library to pick up some books for my studies as tomorrow the library will be closed. So this time you will need somehow to manage this on your own.”

“If these are the only reasons then…. partyyyyy."

"I told you, I will not have...," tried to say, Beckett.

"I will be there in twenty minutes and will help you unpack, and then we will pick up your books before crashing this party.”

“You will not give up… right?”

“My boy, you should know by now that never.”

“Good…” sigh Beckett exasperated looking at his watch. “be here in twenty minutes, but I will leave a party before 10 pm. Understood?”

“See you in twenty minutes,” replied Zeph, ending the call.

Almost an hour later Beckett finally heard a knock on the door. Grudgingly he opened it letting his best friend inside the house.

“You are late,” stated Beckett holding one of the boxes in his hands.

“Sorry, I met my new neighbors and they needed help with some boxes,” shrugged Zeph nonchalantly passing by Beckett feeling not even the slightest remorse in his delay.

Another hour later and unloading a bunch of boxes that Beckett brought with him, they finally started to unpack them. And in another three hours, they were finally done. All the stuff that Beckett took with him were put neatly to their places. The bookshelf in the living room stocked with new books he brought, and a picture of him and his sister put above fireplace. They both looked in satisfaction around the room putting the last boxes into the storage place. Zeph patted Beckett on the back before going toward the door.

“So now, when we finally finished with unpacking,” started Zeph, his eyes widening, when he noticed how his friend displeasingly looked on his new roommate’s still packed boxes. Quickly he marched back to Beckett grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door, letting him only grab his keys on the way out. “Even don’t you dare think about this. You are NOT touching your roomies' stuff. Now…. let’s go to this place, where you need to be quiet and bore yourself to death or we will be late to the partyyyyyyyy.”

“Can you stop calling it that. And the library can be fun when you know what you are looking for,” notes Beckett before they both exit the house, shutting the door behind.

This was already three o’clock when they rushed toward the library, trying to get on time before it will be closed. When Beckett was about to round the corner, he felt someone bumping straight into him. The heavy books the person was carrying fell to the ground hitting painfully Beckett’s foot. Making him swear under his breath, looking at the person in front of him.

“Haven’t you ever been taught that you need to look where you are going?” snorted annoyed Beckett, crouching in front of the girl and helping her to collect scattered books. “Next time, watch where you are going,” said he with a scowl on his face, shoving the books into her arms before strolling into the library with Zeph following him, leaving startled stranger behind.

“What a jerk,” mumbled girl, standing up with the help of her friends.

“But he is a nice looking jerk,” whistled athletic-looking guy, watching after Beckett. “Isn’t he, Shreya?”

“Ohhhh, yes, Griff. He is yummy, and that ass,” moaned Shreya turning to face her friend. “And did you see his lips? Maeve, if I would bump into him... he wouldn't leave... so easily.”

“You two are just ridiculous, and I hate you,” groaned Maeve, covering her face. “Can you think of anything, but sex?”

Shreya and Griffin shared an incredulous look, before shaking their heads answering in unison.

“Nope… never… And you love us, girl.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” frowned Maeve, looking straight at Griffin.

“Yes, I do. And this is why I don’t try to get the boy myself. Also, because he is straight,” shrugged off Griffin.

“And how exactly do you know that?” questioned Maeve rolling her eyes.

“Did you seen the way he looked at you?” asked Griffin, sharing another look with Shreya, the plan already building in their heads.

“Okay, you two... drop it. I know this look, and you will not try to set me up with him. He looked at me the same way as any other reach boy in town. He is a jerk and a snob. And I'm not interested also you know I have a lot on my place right now. So stop even thinking about this. Be thankful I even agreed to go to this party with you. And Griffin, don’t forget that you promised to do our dance. We need to practice.”

“Don’t worry. I remember. I always up to show my new moves,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Okay, then let’s go. You know I need to change first and unpack my boxes before my roommate will arrive, what you also promised to do with me.” reminded Maeve, and they went to her house, laughing on their way there.

By the time clock strike seven, Beckett went into a club hosting a party, scowling at the number of people there.

“Zeph, tell me once again, why exactly I agreed to go with you?” said Beckett in a loud voice, while trying to get through the crowd and not to lose his overexcited friend from the view.

When they finally got inside, he looked around the floor, his attention immediately attracted to a dancing couple in the middle of the dance floor. Both moving as a whole to the sounds of Latin Music. The sensual dance attracting the drunken crowd closer to them, creating a commotion on the dance floor from enthusiastic screams and whistles. His brows furrowed instantly when he recognizes the same pretty blond girl he met earlier today. And he felt how his gaze riveted to her, watching her every move, unable to tear his gaze away. He watched how the guy led her into a low dip. His hand shifted to the small of her back when another traveled along her neck caressing her body as if they were in the confidentiality of the bedroom. He slowly reached for her knee making her stretch out her leg. A beautiful red dress flowing around her body, dancing around her petit frame like a flame. At some point during the dance, she looked straight into his eyes, and he felt as if falling under her spell. Her soft hazel eyes were burning with fire alighting something unexplored inside of him. He could feel how his heart sped up beating as never before, and his breath got elevated, from the beats of sultry music and the way her body moved in another man’s arms. Waves of golden hair refracted the lights of the club, and she moved, holding his gaze as though burning him alive from the inside. As if under the spell, Beckett started to move closer to the dancers not even realizing it until a buzzing of his mobile phone broke him out of his daze. It seemed that eternity had passed when in reality it was only a splitting second, second that he will be not able to get out of his mind. He could feel the pounding of his heart inside his chest and he blinked noticing a familiar caller ID. Without another delay, he went outside of the club to take a call, not even sparing another glance to the dance floor.

“Good evening, mother,” said he taking a call. “Sorry, I…,” started he, interrupted by his mother’s voice “No mother, I didn’t… I’m with Zeph… Yes, he is still my friend,” replied Beckett listening to his mother. “Mother, no I still plan to study Medicine and not a business,” said he, annoyed by yet another remark from his mother. “MOTHER,” shouted he losing control for a split second, before taking a deep calming breath. “This is my life, and I have all the right to decide what I want. Look what you have done to Katrina? Isn't it enough...,” exasperatedly said he, only to be shut up by his mother once again. “Yes, mother,” mumbled he, feeling how his blood started to boil, wanting nothing more than to get drunk, to forget about his family at least once. “No, I will not change my mind,” said he, ending the phone call abruptly. He shoved the phone back in the pocket of his dark blue jeans moving back into the club, walking toward the bar. The music has changed to some sultry beats, and when he looked on the dance floor his eyes landed on the same tantalizing stranger who was in the middle of the argument. He could see how some man grabbed her hand, but she jerked it from him and stormed toward the exit.

He huffed, downing one drink after another, not paying attention to what he was drinking, his eyes dropping back to the bar in front of him. His thoughts involuntarily returning to the girl, but he stubbornly pushed them away. Frustrated and angry by the fact he couldn’t get her out of his head. Hurt and angry by the fact his mother managed to get to him once again. 

By the time he was done and ready to leave the club, he was more than tipsy, and the anger boiling inside him became only bigger. Beckett rose abruptly, almost tripping over his feet. He looked around, searching for Zeph, but couldn’t find him, so he typed him a quick message letting him know that he about to head back to his place. When he was just about to exit the club, he felt someone bump straight into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around the person’s shoulders, preventing them both from the fall.

“Don’t you ever look where you are going,” groaned Beckett angrily, after realizing that this was the same girl he ran into earlier. The same girl, which he couldn’t get out of his mind after watching her dance. The intensified anger coursing through him.

“Don’t you?” parried she as angrily, throwing his hands from her shoulders, taking a step back.

“I watched,” he snapped, taking a step forward, looming over her. Their eyes locked onto each other.

“Funny thing! As this is already a second time you run into me. So now if you excuse me I need to go,” snapped Maeve, abruptly turning around. Swaying a little, she was ready to leave before Beckett firmly grabbed her hand, turning her to face him. Their lips were just a breath away, and their breathing elevated from the anger seethed in both of them. “For Christ's sake, what is your problem!” cried Maeve, feeling his body firmly pressing into hers. His hand letting go of her, and his fingers painfully digging into her hips. They both glared onto each other, breathing the same air, feeling how the electricity crackling between them. Their eyes dropped to each other’s lips simultaneously, and before they both could realize it they moved toward each other. And their lips met in a passionate hungry kiss intensified by their anger, while their minds switched off, giving way to lust. Both intoxicated by the amount of alcohol they consumed and the blind fury they felt at that moment. Their kisses grew hungrier and rougher, meeting in a bruising kiss, their hands exploring each other bodies not able to break contact.

“Your or mine place,” panted Maeve, feeling the desire building inside her from the way his body was pressing her into the wall. Feeling his hardening member against her abdomen. She hooked her leg around his hip, his hand traveling up under her dress, along her thigh, toward her soaking center. She groaned when his fingers grazed the dampened material, dragging his finger over her panties.

“Yours,” groaned he, feeling how wet she was already, feeling how painfully hard he became. “I have a roommate,” mumbled he, cutting out anything, that she was about to say with the kiss. The mix of alcohol, lust, and anger clouded their minds and they stumbling went toward the exit, catching a taxi. He couldn’t make what address she gave to the driver, not even caring how far this place was from his. The only thing he cared at that moment was to get to the bed with this girl and fuck her senselessly, forgetting everything about his mother and the pain she caused to both her children. Not even caring, why this girl on his arms is willing to jump into the bed with a complete stranger.

It took them twenty-five minutes of the ride to get to Maeve’s place. All the way, they were on each other. Kissing, caressing and touching. Doing things, they would never do sober, with the person they just met. When they got to her place, he pulled her out of the car, lifting her so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Without even looking around they stumbled toward the house kissing hungrily. He pinned her against the front door, his kisses growing more impatient when she struggled to open the front door. His teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck biting her lightly eliciting a hoarse moan from her lips, before the door finally gave way, letting them in.

When inside he turned them around pressing her firmly to the opposite wall. His mouth moving along her neck and ear, the air between them crackling with electricity. Each lick and suck of his lips, each bite on her skin made her moan louder and more desperate, and he silenced them with his lips, crushing them on hers. Her legs tightened around his waist even more, bringing him closer to her, grinding against his throbbing member. He groaned stumbling toward the stair breaking their kiss just for a second, their eyes meeting, filled with something more than raw anger and lust they felt before. When he starts to speak his voice is husky and breathless, and his eyes burning deep into hers with an intensity she never knew existed.

“Where?” the only word he mastered to say, his hands rested under her ass, already halfway upstairs, taking two steps in the time. Their lips moving in unison, stumbling through the door into the room she pointed, shutting the door behind them with a loud thud.

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