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daydreaming-in-letters · 4 years ago

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London Rain

Part 1

03/09/2021

Pairing: Henry Cavill x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 1,022

Warnings: fluff, nudity

Summary: Henry comes home two days early after being away filming for several weeks to surprise his lady.

A/N: I’ve been writing fan fiction for some time now, but I never felt comfortable sharing my works with anyone. Over the past months things slowly started to change and I became more active here on tumblr, and it seems that I have reached the point at which I want to put something I came up with out there. Please keep that in mind while reading and be gentle.

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

This story was inspired by Heather Nova’s song London Rain. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

London rain was purring down in thick strands, playing a rhythmic melody on the roof of the cab. He paid the driver generously, more than pleased that he had delivered him at his destination safe and sound in this horrible weather. With a wave of his hand and a tired smile, he was quick to wish the man a good night. Scooping his bags up from the pavement, he hurried to get to the front door before the thick drops would soak him completely.

He hadn’t even seated the key inside the lock, when he could hear heavy steps on the other side of the door, followed by a soft whimper. As much as he loved the dog and his warm welcomes, he devoutly hoped that he wouldn’t bark in his excitement.

As soon as he had opened the door a tiny crack, Kal pressed past the barrier and jumped up, licking his face excitedly.

“Hello to you too,” Henry chuckled, taking his time to hug his buddy. Eventually he grabbed his paws, signalling him that it was time to get down again. “Now be a good boy and don’t wake the lady of the house, alright?”

Kal snorted as if he had understood, before he trotted back inside. Henry hurried to follow him, setting his bags down in the hall, throwing his coat on top of them carelessly. While he disposed of his shoes, he allowed himself a brief glance around the familiar quarters. Simply being here took such a weight of his shoulders that he felt light as a feather as he tiptoed into the living room, where he found Kal on his bed, looking up at him expectantly.

“Sorry, buddy, it’s been a long day and there is only one thing I want to do.” His gaze wandered over to the door that separated the living room from the bedroom, making his insides clench in excitement and without further ado, he began to strip himself bare, leaving his clothes on the sofa.

He was careful to switch off the light before he entered the bedroom, sneaking over to the bed silently. In the dim light that drifted through the curtains he could make out her familiar form on her side of the bed and finally seeing her after such a long time apart almost overwhelmed him. Tears of joy blurred his vision and he had to concentrate on her even breathing to not lose it completely.

Carefully he pulled up the sheets and as he glided underneath, the comfortable heat of her body engulfed him, welcoming him home. Inch by inch, he scooted closer until his chest finally met her back, the familiar sensation at last making him feel whole again. One arm slowly snaking around her middle, he pulled her even closer, while her enchanting scent filled his nostrils. God, he had missed her so much, missed holding her, feeling her skin on skin.

“You’re home.”

He grinned, the joy of hearing her voice outweighing his guilt of waking her up by far. But instead of answering, he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his whiskers tickling her sensitive skin.

“And you kept the stache.”

A deep chuckle escaped his throat. How could she be so observant while she was still half asleep? He had hoped she wouldn’t notice, giving him time to get rid of the facial hair first thing in the morning. During their video calls, she had made it very clear that she wasn’t overly fond of this look, but he had prioritised getting home over getting rid of the moustache.

“You know you’re a lucky man, right?”

His arm flexed playfully around her waist. “Because I’ve got you.” It came out more as a question than as a statement.

“Yes, that and because you are one of two people who can pull off a stache and still look incredibly handsome instead of giving me strange pornstar vibes.”

He thought about her words for a second. “One of two? Who is the other guy?”

His tone bordering on slighted, his grip on her tightened subconsciously.

“No need to worry, Hen. It’s Tom Selleck. He’s way too old for me anyway.”

“I wasn’t worried,” he was quick to reply, but there was no chance she would believe him as even to his own ears his words seemed more than just a bit defensive.

“Yes, you were.” He could hear the cute grin on her lips that never failed to make his heart swell.

“Yes, maybe a bit.”

With a soft chuckle, she turned in his arms and suddenly he felt sorry that she had closed the curtains so neatly, making it impossible to see the beloved features of her face clearly in the faint light. She on the other hand didn’t seem to have a problem with the darkness, her palm finding his cheek with a sure movement.

“I missed you.”

Gently his hand dove into her hair, pulling her to him, until his lips softly met her forehead. “I missed you too. Terribly.”

His other hand smoothing over the middle of her back, he pulled her into him like he knew she loved. Suddenly snippets of their last call played before his inner eye, those rare moments when their longing seemed almost unbearable and made them both all whiny and soft. It had been in one of those moments that she had told him how much she missed the way he held her, caging her in with his strong arms, making her feel so secure in his embrace. And as if she remembered her words as well, she rested her cheek on his chest with a contented sigh, her fingers lazily raking through his dark fur.

Gradually he could feel her breath even out against his skin as sleep claimed her once more. While his lips found her hair, he could sense another wave of the familiar warmth take hold of his whole body. He was home again, with her. Utterly chuffed, his eyes finally fell shut, before the steady drum of the raindrops against the window slowly lulled him to sleep as well.

Part 2

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 4 years ago

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Take My Hand (Part Two)

Summary: you thought it was enough, you thought it was what it deserved, but it wasn’t. it never was. (one of three four parts)

Pairings: Rafael Barba x Reader, Sonny Carisi x Reader

Word Count: 5,395

Song: I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life (tolerate it by taylor swift)

Warnings: T, implications of sex, so much angst, some swearing,

A/N: again thank you to @bucky-of-the-opera and @qvid-pro-qvo but also @laneygthememequeen for giving me feedback and listening to me ramble as i continue to write this series. thank all of you for all of your wonderful comments/reblogs - every one gave me the motivation to keep writing! Also i made these timecards to account for the passage of time since we will be jumping through years quite a bit.

“Why did we agree to letting him shadow us again?” Rafael whispers to you, glancing at Sonny working at the conference table — his irritation evident, “it doesn’t give us a lot of time alone.”

“Well, he’s a law student and a new detective, I’m trying to show him the ropes, and who's the one who got home late last night? Besides, he said he’d buy us coffee to thank us,” you lean away from him, nudging him, mouthing ‘be nice,’ “have you taken Criminal Procedure yet? Or Evidence?”

“I’m taking Evidence right now, but this is nothing like learning about it in class,” he was flipping helping you root through the discovery that the defense had buried you in — a typical Buchanan maneuver, “Did you always think you would be a prosecutor?”

You snort, “No,” and Rafael even looks up from his work, and you shake your head, “Well I thought I would go corporate at first, make some money to support myself, invest properly and then retire, but a year into doing that, I hated it. I ended up leaving without barely making a dent in my student loans.”

“Ouch,” Sonny shook his head, “and you came here? Do you regret it?”

“I’d be interested to hear the answer to this,” Rafael leans forward, resting his chin on his fist.

You scoff at him, considering it — did you regret it? “I don’t,” you say, “although I’d be way less in debt, I wouldn’t be happy — I wouldn’t be helping victims, I wouldn’t be getting justice, and I wouldn’t be working with you two — “ Rafael’s gaze softens, “and here, I’m happy,” and you catch Rafael smiling at his desk, before adding, “except when Barba doesn’t get his coffee.”

Sonny guffaws, trying and failing to hide it with a cough, “You want to get us some coffee, Fordham or are you too busy pulling a muscle from laughing?”

“Alright, alright,” he holds his hands up in surrender, grabbing his jacket, before leaving, the office door swinging shut behind him.

“Would it kill you to be a little nicer to him?” Rafael shrugs, rising from his desk, and wrapping his arms around you, “Raf—”

“Better him than me, right?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, “I liked it better when he had the mustache.”

You laugh, shaking your head, as he sighs against the crook of your neck, “Just be nicer to him okay? He’s really trying here, and he’s a good detective.”

“What’s with the sudden interest in Fordham?”

You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “His name is Sonny, and he’s sweet — I’m trying to help him out, and you should too. He looks up to you.”

“Lucky me,” you press a kiss to his lips, “it’s not fair when you do that—”

You kiss him again, your tongue tasting him, his mouth following yours as you slipped away back into your seat, “Be nice.”

“As long as you’re nice to me tonight,” he replies, just before Carisi returns, coffees in hand.

“I hope the shadowing has been helpful, I know Rafael can be an ass—” you shrugged your jacket off, slinging it over your arm, walking beside Sonny, the detective insisting on walking you home.

“Well he wouldn’t be Barba otherwise, would he?” and you snort, glancing at your phone to see a text from him — working, will be late. Your place?

“Well you’re right about that,” you tucked your phone away, seeing Sonny run his fingers over his chin and mouth, “missing the stache?”

“Not really, no, but Rollins made a remark that I looked better with it,” he bites his lips, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “what do you think?”

You purse your lips in mock thought, holding your chin, “No, I think I prefer this look,” you laughed, “You look good.”

“Oh I look good? Really?” and he raises his eyebrows suggestively, and you bump him with your shoulder, “come on, counselor, you can’t play coy.”

You step in front of him, “Oh yeah, definitely — you’re a real heart stealer,”Before turning on your heel and continuing to stroll, “do you want to grab a drink?” and you didn’t catch the way he was looking at you as you walked away from him — his eyes shining in the low light of the streetlights.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

“We know this guy is guilty,” Amanda told you two, her arms crossed, “but we can’t get past his troop of lawyers to get anywhere close to his employees.”

Liv leans back in her chair, “So, why don’t you two do your job and get this guy on charges for us?”

You sigh, scrubbing a hand over your face, “You don’t know that for sure, Liv, and even if you did — it goes against the justice system to just entrap people without a fair process first. We can’t do our jobs, until you guys do yours—”

“We can’t get more evidence until he’s indicted — he’s too smart, he won’t expect it, he’ll get sloppy,” Liv looks at Barba for support, and as do you, lips a thin line, and he sighs.

“We’ll get a grand jury together, we’ll send out subpoenas, and see where we are at—”

You gape at him, “Rafael—”

“I don’t know counselor, this could be risky—” Carisi steps forward, brow furrowed, “Lieu, she has a point — we take this now, we wouldn’t get another shot at him.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Rafael waved him off, “book him, now.”

Liv and Amanda left, while Sonny hung around his desk, as you pulled Rafael aside, “Rafael, you literally went over my head—”

His eyes narrowed, “We need to build a case—”

You scoffed, “SVU builds the case, we prosecute it — we’re not in the business of using indictments to get our evidence,” you looked around the precinct, eyes flitted away, and you pulled him into Liv’s office, shutting the door, “you undermined me, my opinion—”

He says your name, “You know I value your opinion but—”

“Not as much as Liv’s,” and it’s his turn to gape at you, “you know this case doesn't have enough — and you’re pushing it through anyway—”

“SVU cases are not open and shut—”

“No case is open and shut— otherwise, we wouldn’t have so many innocent people die of the death penalty would we?” you grit your teeth, “you handle this case — if you want to take a half-baked case to a grand jury I won’t stop you, but I won’t be cleaning up your messes either.”

He calls after you, but you leave without another word, stepping into the elevator, the doors shutting until a hand stops them — but it isn’t Rafael, “Counselor,” he steps in after you, hitting the ground floor button — the doors shutting, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” his eyes fell on your fisted phone, knuckles white.

“Your phone would beg to disagree — you’re aboutta crack the screen with your grip,” and your cheeks burn, slipping the phone into your pocket, “you know Lieu has a tendency to become a little blinded when it comes to the victims, she—”

“I know, Sonny, and most of the time I find that admirable about Liv, but it’s our jobs as prosecutors to bring justice — and that’s not just for the victims, but it’s for society,” your eyes look the ceiling, blinking away hot tears of frustration, “pushing through cases like this isn’t justice — it’s reckless,” the elevator doors ding open, and you slip through, expecting to be alone, but Sonny still follows out the doors of the precinct.

“I get it,” you huff, slowing to a stop, “I do, really. I may be a cop, but I want to be a lawyer too, and to be one, you gotta see both sides, don’t you? But what do you do when things are gray?”

“You search for the truth,”

His lips twisted in a frown, he asks, “and if you can’t find it?”

“Then you look for the closest thing to it, but this, a fishing expedition—” you shake your head, “this isn’t it.”

He nods, jerking his head, “Come on, let’s grab a coffee,”

“I should get—”

He smiles, “I’m sure Barba won’t mind the extra time to lick his wounds, you really chewed him out,”

You raised an eyebrow, “How much of our conversation did you hear?”

“Not much after you went into the office, but it was still obviously heated,” you feel anger sting at your eyes, the heat rising in your body, and instead of fury — it came in tears, how convenient, “but for what it’s worth, I value your opinion a lot, counselor. And I know Barba does too,” he adds, and you follow as he leads you away from the precinct, “he’s just not showing it well.”

You glanced at your phone — Going back to the office, can we talk? — “No,” you reply, “No he isn’t.”

But did he ever?

“Where’d you learn to cook anyway?” your legs were slung over Rafael’s lap one Sunday morning, as he fed you another forkful of the huevos rancheros he had made, “I thought you lived off coffee and Forlini’s.”

“Ha, ha,” he kissed you, licking the bit of sauce left on your lips, “well consider it my way of making up for what happened with the case. I am sorry about that, you know that right?”

“I do,” you open your mouth and he feeds you another bite, “but don’t think I didn’t notice you dodging the question, Barba.”

He purses his lips, “How about we just say I learned for you and leave at that?”

You frowned, “Raf,” he fell silent, the gears in his head turning, “you don’t have to talk about it, but you don’t have to lie either.”

He starts softly, even as he stabs the eggs with his fork, “When my dad went off on one of his tirades, Mami wasn’t in any shape to cook, and she wouldn’t want to ask Abuelita since that would involve telling her what happened — so I would cook for us.”

You lean over, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, “You never talk about your father,”

“What’s there to talk about?” he replies quietly, “he married my mom — he was amazing at first, and then just like that,” he snaps his fingers, “he changed. When they got married, he had permission to be the person he always was — angry, disgusting, abusive. He made her cut off everyone out of her life, made her miserable, abused her, abused me—” he cut off, setting the fork down with a clatter, “but still, I see him every day when I look in the mirror — and I wonder if I’m any better than him at all.”

“Rafael, look at me,” you slide closer to him, your fingers intertwined with his, when you tilt his chin up, “you are not your father — far from it. You help victims get justice, you help them tell their stories, you are a good man, one of the best men I know.”

He sniffs, a small smile on his lips, “Even when I don’t get my coffee?”

You roll your eyes, shifting again so your knees are either side of his lap, sitting properly on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Even then — Raf, you are so good, I just wish you’d see it — I wish you’d see yourself.”

He leans up to kiss you, gently, “Maybe I can see myself through you,” he murmurs against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours, and you sit in silence for a moment — in peace, before he finally breaks it, “I think it’s because of him that I’m so scared of us — I don’t want to be him.”

“You could never be him—”

“But you don’t know that,” he replies, his gaze falling to his lap, dark, as he shifts you softly off of him, “not really.”

“Rafael—” he rises from the sofa, his back turned away from you, as he heads to the bathroom.

“I need to shower.” And he leaves you there, without another word.

“Working late again?” Sonny poked his head into his office, “it’s 2 AM counselor, isn’t anyone expecting you home?”

You don’t look up from your work, “I could ask you the same — what are you doing here?” Sonny lifted his scarf off your bookshelf, folded neatly on top of some stacked books and briefs.

“I just finished my shift at the precinct, and thought I’d drop by and see about picking this up,” he glanced at Rafael’s office, light closed, “No Barba?”

“No, he headed home for the night,” more like you had insisted on him getting some sleep tonight, plying him with sweet kisses, until finally he left — but now you were left with the work to take care of, “I’m wrapping up some work,” you yawn, stretching, blinking at the detective still standing in your doorway, “aren’t you heading home?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting on you — the cases will be there in the mornin’,” he steps forward, offering you your coat, “come on.”

You pout, “But I didn’t get what I said—”

“Is it something that can be done tomorrow?”

“Yes, but—” he shuts off your desk lamp, holding your coat out again.

“I’ll walk you home,” and you sigh, looking between your work and his hand, before hauling yourself to your feet.

It was not another ten minutes when your stomach started growling, to which Sonny raised an eyebrow, “Like to share something with the class?”

Your cheeks burned, as you bite your bottom lip, “I may have forgotten to eat today,” and Sonny shook his head.

“You don’t sleep, you don’t eat — do you and Barba just run on coffee?”

“And spite,” you add with a shrug, “how do you get time to eat? You’re constantly running around all over the place.”

“You have to make the time, whether that’s me eating in my car or taking a half hour to go grab a slice, maybe next time I’ll invite you along,” his hands slipped into his pockets.

“I’d love to right now, but I am a little sick of takeout, and I think I rather crash at this point,” you rubbed at your eyes, “food can wait until tomorrow.”

“You need to eat, counselor, or your stomach won’t let you,” his brow wrinkled in thought, “do you have anything at home?”

“Nothing prepared, I have some things frozen, but nothing that’s ready—”

“I’ll cook you something, dinner—” he glanced at his watch, “I think it's closer to breakfast at this point.”

“Sonny, you don’t need to do that—”

“I want to — to thank you for letting me shadow you and Barba,” his smile is so warm, “I assume he wasn’t too pleased with the idea at first.”

“You don’t need to thank me — it’s fine—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Are you hungry?” you pouted, as your stomach growled again, “Strike that, you are, and do you have the energy to cook?”

“No, but—”

“No buts, come on,” he clapped his hands together, you stood, biting your lip, “are you not okay with this?”

“It’s not you, Sonny—” it was the concept of this — having a man over late at night, and you trusted Sonny, you did — he was your friend, but it felt misleading, “I just want you to know I’m seeing someone, kind of.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Kind of?”

“It’s not a relationship, but it kind of is — we’re keeping things casual for now,” you licked your dry lips, but your throat was a desert compared to it, “I just don’t want to mislead—”

He cut you off, saying with your name, “It’s fine,” he offered a small smile, “I get it. Consider me friendzoned — now are you hungry or not?”

“I am.” you hurried along in front of him, shivering in the cold, not noticing his smile slip from his face.

“How did you learn to cook?” You were told to sit at your island, watching Sonny root through your fridge, “also, I’m sorry again for the state of my fridge, I’m not home a lot so—”

“Trust me, I get it,” he pulls eggs, cheese, and a can of tomatoes from the fridge, “and I learned from my mother — she had her handful with my sisters, so sometimes I would cook with her or for her. I got used to it and I liked it.”

“Am I allowed to help or do I just watch?” he crossed his arms, evaluating you, making you sit up a bit straighter.

“Have you ever poached eggs before?” your expression was enough of an answer, “how about you leave the heavy lifting to me and just do what I tell you.”

“Yes sir,” and you missed him smiling at your cheeky reply, “What’s first?”

“We both have the same weekday off?” you drop your purse and jacket on his chair, as he pulls you into his arms, “has that ever happened before?”

“Not in what? Three years of working together?” he trails kisses down your neck, tugging at your collar, “we can’t waste it.”

“What are you implying, counselor?” you say in mock surprise, as he walked you backwards, pressing you to the nearest wall.

His eyes lidded and dark, as his fingers toyed with the buttons on your button up, “I’m implying that I want to spend the day f—”

There was a knock on the door — both of your heads snapping over. You whispered, “were you expecting anyone?”

“No?” he whispered back, “it might be someone from the squad, wait in the bedroom—”

You rolled your eyes, as he strode over to the door, straightening his clothes, and adjusting himself noticeably, to which you snorted — earning you a sharp look over his shoulder, before you slipped into the bedroom, door shut.

You heard a woman’s voice speaking, heels clicking against the floor. You pressed your ear to the door, but there was no need because the voices grew louder, “The bedroom is a mess, Mami,”

Shit.

There was nowhere to hide in here — but you didn’t want to come off looking rude either — you spotted Rafael’s headphones and a book on his bed stand.

Well, oblivious is better than idiotic.

You adjusted your clothes, sitting on the bed, playing music on your phone loudly, flipping the book open to a random page, just as the door opened, “Now, what could be so bad that you don’t want your own mother to—” She cut off, when she saw you, and you peered up, mouth agape — in fake (and real) astonishment, “well hello.”

“Hi,” you slipped the headphones to your neck, before pulling them off, setting the book side, as you looked from a bewildered Rafael to his appraising mother, “you must be Rafael’s mother, Lucia,” you introduce yourself, holding out your hand, “I work with your son at his office.”

She repeats your name, elbowing her son, “This is who you’re always talking about?”

“Excuse me?” you raise an eyebrow at a flustered Rafael, the tips of his ears and bridge of his nose a beautiful red.

“Mami, I think I neglected to tell you that—”

“That you and your gorgeous co-worker here are seeing each other? It would seem so,” she slaps him lightly with her purse, before talking your hand warmly, “it’s very nice to meet you, dear. I apologize for my son’s lack of disclosure—” another pointed look at her son, “I wouldn’t have interrupted your day off together otherwise—imagine if I used the key you gave me.”

Rafael blanched at the thought, his eyes desperately trying to apologize to you, but you kept your eyes on Lucia, “There’s no need to apologize, I’m sorry for surprising you—” you smiled, your nerves pushed to the very edge — imagine if she had walked a few minutes later, “is there something you need from Rafael?”

“Not in particular, I was going to ask him if he wanted to join me for lunch— I just cooked his favorite, but now that I see he’s busy—”

“No, you both should go,” you wave her off, “I don’t want to step on any plans—”

“Why don’t you join us?” Lucia offered, elbowing her son, “if that’s okay with el juez here?”

“Of course,” he cleared his throat, his smile sincere, “join us, if you want to.”

Well how could you say no to that?

“This is delicious, Lucia,” you and Rafael helped her pick up the table, insisting on her sitting, “thank you again for having me over. It means so much.”

“I was happy to — my son’s personal life has always been a bit of mystery to me,” she walks over, pinching his cheek, “mijo has a mouth he doesn’t mind running except when it involves his personal life.”

“Mami,” he warned, and she lifted her hands in surrender.

“On that note, I’m going to wash up, and I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself to the bathroom, washing your hands, and just as you began to step out, you heard them whispering.

“So what’s the story here, Rafi? You’ve been together for quite a while — any chance you’ll be popping the question anytime soon?”

Your heart thumped against your ribcage, leaping out of your chest, “It’s not like that between us, Mami — we’re together but—” and your heart sunk in the same motion — down to the floor, “we’re not serious—” small smack and Rafael’s ‘ouch.’

“Do not be such an idiot that a keeper will wait for you this long — it’s a miracle you’ve been together this long,” you hear her sigh, “not serious? The way you look at each other? Rafi, not every person is Yelina—”

“This isn’t about her,” he cuts her off, exasperated, as you rest your forehead against the trim of the bathroom door, “I know what I’m doing.”

“You know what you’re doing,” she repeats, the clink of the dishes in the sink, “I hope you do, mijo, or you’ll regret it.”

Regret, you thought, squeezing your eyes shut — you knew a little something about that, as you slipped from Lucia’s apartment, the door shutting behind you.

There was urgent knocking on your door — and you placed your book down. Well, this was inevitable.

You had been avoiding Rafael since the lunch with his mother — taking shifts and working out of your office. He had been texting and calling — you hadn’t been replying — the temptation regulated to the charger in the kitchen. He wanted to explain, he wanted to talk — but he always wanted to explain, he always wanted to talk. And he always talked his way back into your pants with plying words and sweet kisses.

But now there was nothing more to be said. He left nothing else to be said.

Even so, it wasn��t his fault entirely — it was your fault for letting this get so far.

And why had you let it get so far? That was the one question you couldn’t answer yourself.

And now, you steeled yourself as you approached the door — you supposed he wanted to have it out in person.

“Who is it?” you asked, arms crossed.

“It’s Sonny,” you blinked, his voice unsteady and weak, as you threw open the door, finding him grim faced and dull, the color pulled from his face.

“Sonny, what happened—”

“Can I, uh, come in?” you stepped aside, letting him in, shutting the door behind you, and he didn’t sit down — or rather he couldn’t. He paced the length of the room, his eyes on the ground, arms across his chest.

“Sonny?” you ask hesitantly, as you approach him, his back turned, “what’s wrong?” He faces you, tears streaming down his face, “Sonny—”

“I’m sorry,” he blinks, wiping away the tears, “I’m fine, I shouldn’t’ve come here, I just—” his voice breaks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, “I didn’t know where to go.”

“Sonny, stop, you can always come here,” you squeezes his shoulder gently, “sit down, please.” You lead him to the couch, spotting red specks of blood on his neck and on the collar of his shirt, “what happened?” and he tenses, “we don’t have to talk about it right now, okay?” he buries his face in his hands, elbows on his knees, hunched over, “let me get you some water—”

“Look, I don’t need water — I just need—” he stammers, “please, just stay beside me, please?”

And you did, your hand reaching for his, fingers slowly intertwining with his longer ones — even with how gentle Sonny was, with how he dwarfed you in size never failed to surprise you, but then again, he was always full of surprises, wasn’t he? His hand was warm and soft, engulfing with its heat, but trembled under your touch. You squeezed it every few minutes, the ones you sat in silence in, to remind him that you were still there — that he wasn’t alone. And you would never leave him to be alone.

His first words were quiet in an already still room, “Barba has kept you updated on the Quinn Berris case right?” you nod — the woman who had been raped by her stalker, Ray Wilson. Wilson had been arrested by Sergeant Tom Coles four years ago, “We found out that Quinn wasn’t raped by Ray Wilson — it was Coles.”

Your jaw dropped, “Coles did it—”

“We went to his house, to confront him,” his voice shook as he spoke, his eyes hard, fixed on your carpet, but he was somewhere else now — back in Coles’ home, “I moved slowly, I did everything by the book, and I turned around, and he had his gun to my head.”

“Sonny,” you squeezed his hand again, “what happened?”

“I thought he was going to kill me,” he swallowed, his eyes unblinking, “I can still feel the metal brushing my forehead, following me as I put my gun down,” he leans back, arms crossed again, “I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t do anything. I could hear myself talking, but I didn’t know what I was saying — it was like everything was underwater. If Liv didn’t shoot him—”

“But you’re okay, Sonny,” you pulled him closer, arm wrapped around his shoulder, “You’re alive.”

“He didn’t have to die,” he whispers, “he could have just surrendered.”

“He didn’t want to, Sonny,” you shake your head, tears slipping down your cheeks, “he had lost everything, and he wanted to die — and he wanted someone else to go down with him. But you didn’t.”

“You know in the moment, I didn’t even pray,” he gives a bitter chuckle, “years of Catholic schooling and church, but in that moment all I could think of was my family, the squad, you,” he shakes his head, “I’m sorry for coming over and unloading this all on you — I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t apologize,” you brush away your tears, your hands gently pulling him into a hug, “I’m just so glad you’re okay, Sonny.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, finally shutting his eyes for a moment, a peace washing over him for a moment, “Me too.”

“Not a minute is promised, is it?” you whisper, pulling away, and he shakes his head.

“Not a second,” and your thoughts fall away to your phone — to Rafael. It could have been him today — or any day. Was it worth holding a grudge, if it meant you wouldn’t see him again? That your last words to him were nothing but silence?

“Let me get some water, Sonny,” and he nodded, leaning back on the couch, as you slipped away, grabbing a glass, as well as your phone.

Rafael Barba: Mi amor, please, I’m sorry. Can we talk?

You: I’m busy today, but tomorrow, we’ll talk.

“We need to talk,” your office door opened — night had long fallen, the chatter and bustle of the office long died away in the darkness, the washed out fluorescent dimmers flickering in the halls — and there was only one person who would be opening your door right now.

Rafael stood in your doorway, his knuckles white against the doorknob. Rafael’s brows knitted together, his mouth twisted in a scowl. You leaned back in your chair, raising an eyebrow, “not here.”

“I can’t step away from this—”

“You can make time for this,” he hisses, eyes narrowed, but you don’t budge, arms crossed, and he shuts your door, locking it, pulling the shutters down, “You went over my head.”

You weren’t going to deny it, “I did,” you had went to Jack, talked to him about your concerns about the case you two had been handling together, another case slapped together that Rafael was trying to push through to trial — and you finally had enough, “You didn’t give me much of a choice—”

“There was a choice — you could have talked to me—” you scoffed, flipping your file closed, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“Rafael, you’re pushing through cases I don’t agree with — cases without enough information, forcing taxpayer dollars to be used on cases that will not succeed, and yes sometimes that’s necessary, sometimes we have bad cases, but sometimes you’re casting a stigma on people who end up being innocent—”

“And sometimes casting a stigma is all we can do to warn other potential victims—”

“And sometimes it just ruins someone’s reputation, and our own when we end up with lawsuits for damages,” you cross your arms, rounding your desk, “just because Liv coerces you into pushing through cases—”

“Is that what this is about? That you’re jealous of Liv?” he snaps, and you laugh — a bitter noise you don't recognize, “I never thought you would ever let our personal problems affect your judgement.”

“First of all,” your voice was an eerie calm, a deadly frigid cold permeated your words, “this has nothing to do with your personal life — this has to do with protecting the integrity of this office,” and it was his turn to scoff, "and second of all, what is there to be jealous of, Rafael?" you cross your arms, "We fuck — that’s it. Period. That’s all we are to each other. A warm body, nothing more and nothing less. You’re too busy saving the rest of the world to care.” and you wouldn’t allow your voice to crack, even though you could feel yourself crumbling with every word that you spit like venom — poisoning him and you from the inside out, “we're not serious,” you echo his words, a sinking feeling in your gut.

“That was out of context—”

“It’s not out of context when I heard the entire conversation, Rafael,” you shake your head, turning away from him, to look out your window — lights dotted the streets, the city very much alive with so many other places to be.

His reply is quiet, “Is that all I am to you?”

“I should be asking you that,” you sigh, clutching at your forehead, “no matter how much we talk about it — how much we try to fix it, we can’t. We can’t. Call this a failed experiment, call this nothing, say it never existed, it doesn’t matter. It’s done.”

“No,” you shake your head, grabbing your jacket, brushing past him when he tries to stop you, his hand brushing your shoulder — and you knew what he would do again — ply you with kisses, whisper sweet lies that covered the bitter truth, patching shreds that fell to pieces— “no, mi amor—”

“Don’t call me that,” you whirl around, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes — but you hoped your words stung more, “don’t call me that when you never loved me.”

And they did.

He whispers your name, “Please—”

“I can’t do this,” you shake him off, walking out the door, “not now.”

And maybe not ever.

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Part two of my AU! You should start with But What If, Instead, or you may be a little confused. Or just dive in, that's cool too. Be a sexy rebel. It's what BJ would want.

He’s sixteen when green starts to grow on his face. He’s been dealing with the hair for years, now, and it’s mostly stable. Sure, he gets overwhelmed, and sure, it can still change quickly, but it’s not like when he was twelve and threw fits all the time that resulted in fire engine red. He wouldn’t say he’s the best at handling anger, for sure, for sure, for sure. That award will probably always go to his mother, Emily. But he’s gotten better at treating everything like a joke, which totally helps. Can’t get mad at what you don’t take seriously, right? It’s a philosophy that seems to frustrate his dad, who, in Betelgeuse’s opinion, takes everything way too seriously. Chuckster is lucky he’s got Emily to balance him out, or that case of stick in ass might have become terminal. So, yeah, alright, the green. He’s been growing facial hair lately, a thin pathetic little pencil mustache that nine year old Lydia calls his “creepo-stache,” and he’d be the first to admit, it’s pretty John Waters-esque, but it’s what he’s got, for now. That hair, of course, grows in green, and mixed with the corpse purple untertones he still hasn’t quite learned to glamour away convincingly, the effect is that he perpetually looks like he’s ready to put on a zombie remake of a 70’s porno. Metaphors sure are fun. At least the upper lip is starting to fill out, and the chin scruff has been on the rise, too, though he’s a far cry away from Charles’ majestic beard. He’s staring in his bathroom mirror after a shower, admiring his chubby, totally sexy self, when he notices a splotch of green on the left side of his nose. He smooshes his nose down a little with one hand, leans in closer, and squints. Must be somethin’ he ate? On his nose? For some reason? But then he notices there’s the same slight green color at his temples, too. He settles on scrubbing his face until his skin hurts a little, and when he’s done, he’s so flushed he can’t see the color, and assumes the matter is settled. And then a few days later, it’s darker. He’s sitting at dinner with the whole family, chewing with his mouth open to annoy Lydia, who gives him a swift kick to the shin under the table. “Now, if you ever hit me, and I find out about it,” he starts to tease, until he feels his mom flick his ear, and he turns to her. “You got some schmutz on your face, Bug. Come here.” Emily blots her napkin to her tongue, and then wipes at his nose, much to his chagrin. “Ew, seriously? Maaaaa,” he whines, but everyone at that table knows he’s soaking up the attention like a sponge. “I for sure feel so much cleaner with your spit smeared around my face, thank you so much, Emily Deetz.” Emily shooshes him and continues rubbing, but her napkin comes away clean. “Huh,” she glances down at it, and then back to the spot on the side of his nose, and squints. Lydia and Charles are leaning in too, now, and his sister grins. “There’s some on his forehead, mama, get him there,” and she’s successful in weaponizing their mother against him, because he hardly has time for a “Damn you-” before Emily is rubbing at the green stains on his temples, near his hairline. “What the heck is this, ink?” “I dunnoooo!” he winges, wiggling just enough to let her know he’s unhappy but not enough to flail and hurt her. When she finally relents and lets him go, a third hand sprouts from his back to pull the “hood” part of his black and white striped hoodie over his head, and he tightens the draw strings. “No more smearing spit on BJ, now, that part of dinner is done,” he says defensively, and Emily has the sense to look a little sheepish. “Sorry, Bug,” she pats his head, and he hisses in response, but no one, not even him, takes that seriously anymore. It’s a few more days until there’s a break in the case. He’s standing upside down on his bedroom ceiling, concentrating on a certain riff on his ukelele, and Lydia is flopped on his bed, passively watching Coraline on the beat up vintage TV he and Charles spent last summer fixing up. “I can’t get this to sound right,” he complains to her, and in response,

she turns the movie up louder. “Oh, haha, my sister, the fuckin’ comedianne, she’ll be here all week, everybody,” and he flops on the mattress next to her, which makes her bounce a bit before they both settle. He’s laying on his back, ukulele on his chest, mumbling and strumming, and she’s on her stomach, watching that kinda horny scene where the nude old lady with the huge honkers unzips her fuckin’ skin, when she glances over at him. “Your face spots are fuzzy, now,” she comments. “It’s called a beard, short stack. Dad’s had one since you were five, you’d think-” “Shut up, dummy, I meant the schmaltz.” “You mean the schmutz. Different words mean different things.” “Whatever. Your nose is growing hair, like grandpa. It’s barforiffic.” He frowns, and sets the ukulele down besides his bed, and conjures himself a little hand mirror from his pocket dimension. Lydia’s breath hitches, because no matter how many years it’s been, she still loves that trick, the way it’s like he’s pulling something out of nothing. He stares at the splotches in his hand mirror, beholding his face in mock horror like that episode of the Twilight Zone, the one with the pig faced people. All other details aside, she’s right, the splotches are growing hair, sort of. It doesn’t feel exactly like hair, when he reaches an experimental finger to poke at it, it’s sort of.. He can’t describe it. Grassy? Not really hair, more like a short, fuzzy… “It’s moss,” he realizes, positioning the mirror to check his forehead, where the vegetation is growing softly there, too. “Gross. How often do you shower, you neanderthal?” Lydia scrunches up her nose at him. “Careful, or you’re getting a face full of demon pits when you’re tryna sleep tonight,” he bites back at her. “I shower a normal amount. Maybe..” sharp teeth worry his bottom lip as he thinks. “I’m showering too much?” “That can’t possibly be your take away from this.” “Well I don’t know, Ly-dee-uhh,” he drags out her name. “It’s not like I’ve got a handy dandy guide to being an undead demon thing tucked away that explains all the rules that come with bein’ me, okay? I’m just thinkin’, I could count as dead cause, ya know. No heartbeat. Dead people probably.. I mean plants might grow on em, right? Like if one was left murdered and unburied in th’ world, like in a damp forest, and surrounded by nature, maybe somethin’ would grow on their putrid, rotting corpse flesh?” Lydia sits up, and leans over him, pushing the hand mirror out of the way. “I’m picking this off of you so I don’t have to hear about it anymore,” she says, simply, and then uses her surprisingly strong kid strength to dig into the runny splotch on his left temple. She runs a nail up his skin, scraping at him, and he purrs in response, tongue flicking out of his mouth, snake like. “Big scary demon dead guy, and all it takes to tame him is a little bit of attention,” she teases, and he gives another half hearted hiss. “You’re like a cat, BJ.” When she’s finished, she cleans under her nails and looks pleased. “I think I got it,” she nods, and he checks in his hand mirror. They both watch in silence as the moss seems to instantly grow back. “Moooooom!” he whines, sitting up and tossing the hand mirror over his shoulder, where it disappears into nothing without touching the ground, tucked back safe in his pocket dimension. Emily pokes her head in a moment later. “Yeah, what’s up, Beej?” She’s got her long blonde hair all done in a neat bun, and there’s the slight tone of exasperation to her voice. “You kids aren’t fighting, right?” she asks, stepping into the room. “I am literally just sitting here,” Lydia motions to the tv, still displaying the stop motion exploits of her current idol and role model. “The green crap on my face, it’s moss!” Betelgeuse whines to her, outright ignoring her question to begin with. “I’m growing moss on my face, and Lyds scraped it off but it instantly grew back!” “It was kinda cool,” Lydia admits, not giving her older brother the satisfaction of looking at him when she says it. Emily,

meanwhile, puts a finger on her chin, and scrunches up her nose in thought. “Maybe.. Some weed killer might get rid of it?” she suggests, clearly unsure. “So you want me to drink POISON,” Betelgeuse instantly flops back on the bed, left hand thrown over his forehead, all dramatic. “Lured me into the family just to try and murder me years later, huh? You fooled me! With love!” He opens his eyes in time to see both Emily and Lydia rolling theirs. “You can’t just magic it away?” Lydia pokes the moss on his nose. “The way you did your last report card?” “Judas,” he hisses, dropping the glamour enough to glare at her with his snake slit amber eyes. “You did what?” ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````` He’s back at school on Monday with a bandaid fix, which is literally a couple band aids across the spots, one plastered on his nose, the other one a large patch bandage on the spot on his temples where the green was growing in the most clearly. The bandages noticeably don’t blend in with his skin tone, despite touting themselves as flesh colored, because he’s got skin like a guy who never left his basement, and also is freshly fuckin’ dead. For extra cover, he’s wearing his “Guide” hat, a ratty gray policeman’s cap with a metal plate spelling out the word. Charles had bought for him from a Goodwill his first year up top. It does enough to hide the streaks of green, as long as he pulls it down a bit, and he’s not exactly known at school for being a style icon, so nobody thinks twice to see him wearing it, as he slips from the front seat of Charles’ car that morning. “Have a good day, son. Call me if.. If you need me,” Charles reminds him, and Lydia pipes up from the backseat. “Later, Bug beverage. Good luck.” She’s still feeling a bit guilty about snitching, apparently, because she blows him a kiss, which is super uncool and she clearly wants to take it back the second she’s done it, but he grins and pretends to catch it. “Later, family,” he closes the car door, and turns to face his day. School, he had learned a few years ago, is a uniquely breather torture experience thought up by the old to make the young loose out on their precious youths, there by getting back at them for being young and fun. That was his working theory all through his miserable first year of middle school, and high school is not disproving that theory in the least. He’s vaguely aware of the cliques that the breathers his age form, and there’s probably gossip about him, but for the most part, he’s just too weird for most of the humans his age to engage with him. He’s kind of got an aura, an indefinable something he can’t switch off, and it’s getting stronger the older he gets. Breathers are naturally more wary of him than they used to be. So yeah, he is the weird chubby kid in the striped hoodie and matching tripp pants, and under normal circumstances, he has to believe that would lead to bullying, but whatever ancient animal instinct these kids have, it tells them to steer clear of him. So school is, to put it frankly, lonely. It’s probably better to be mostly ignored than hated, he supposes, but that doesn’t make eating lunch in the quad by himself every day any less pathetic. He’s zoning out in first period, relaxing in his slacker seat in the back of the class, when things actually get interesting. Their teacher is a sort of slim, nervous looking man who teaches history, but right at that moment he’s announcing a new student. And it’s someone Betelgeuse recognizes, though he can’t place from where. The new boy, Kevin something Loh, apparently, is directed to take the only empty seat in the class, the seat right in front of Betelgeuse. As Kevin is walking down the aisle towards him, Betelgeuse is wracking his brain, trying to recall. Kevin is Asian, with high cheekbones and short black hair, carefully and deliberately styled. He’s also staring right at Betelgeuse. “You?” he whispers, sounding horrified. “Me,” Betelgeuse responds, propping his history book up on his desk and slumping down behind it, deciding he’s

fully content with napping this period away, and leaving this mystery unsolved. But Kevin is apparently worse at reading social cues than BJ is, because he’s still standing there, looming over Betelgeuse. “What are you doing here?” he hisses, sounding angry now, and Betelgeuse peaks up at him, amber eyes shining a faint amount from under the brim of his cap. “I am literally just sitting here.” “Mr. Loh, is there a problem?” their teacher askes, and the new kid whips around. “I refuse to sit next to this thing.” He points at Betelgeuse, who straightens up, a scowl playing across his features. “You wanna rephrase that?” the demon askes, gravely voice particularly dangerous sounding, because he’s NOT a thing. The humans all take note of the changing vibes in the room, growing uncomfortable. “Does someone want to switch with Mr. Loh, and sit in front of Mr. Deetz instead?” their teacher tries. The answer is silence. No one is giving up their seat next to friends to sit in front of the loner who smells like freshly dug grave dirt. “Well, then. Sit down, Mr. Loh. Mr. Deetz does not bite.” “But-” “Yeah, sit down, Kev, you’re interrupting my mid morning nap,” Betelgeuse scowls, fingers on his right hand twitching, and Kevin falls into his seat with a less than macho sounding yelp. From the glare he gets in return, he’s got a feeling Kevin’s not gonna be his new bff. When lunch rolls around, Betelgeuse finds his usual place in the quad, under the shade of a tree, and he’s about to summon forth his lunch from his little pocket dimension, when he hears a breather approaching from behind him. He’s sitting on the side that faces away from the main area, and all the happy friend groups enjoying their lunches and gossip, and towards the track field, cause if he’s gonna be sitting alone, at least he’s gonna get to watch boys and girls his age work up a sexy sweat. From a quick smell test he can tell the person approaching is Kevin. The guy reeks of some overly applied body spray mess, and it nearly puts him off his lunch. “What,” he groans, annoyed, not even looking back to address the other boy, and Kevin seems to freeze. He’d apparently thought he was being pretty sneaky. “Why are you following me?” is the first thing out of the new kid’s mouth, and that does actually cause Betelgeuse to turn and look at him, staring like Kev’s just proposed the earth is only round because Atlus keeps reinflating it to use like a blow up doll. “I,” Betelgeuse gestures very dramatically to himself. “Don’t knoooow,” he continues slowly. “Who you are.” Kevin, for some reason, seems to wilt a bit. “You really don’t remember me?” “I really don’t. Should I? You do somethin’ interestin’? Besides, single handedly keep Axe body spray in business?” “It’s not Axe!” Kevin stomps over to stand in front of him, offended. “Then axe it, my man, cause that scent is not workin’ for you,” Betelgeuse replies easily, leaning back against the tree to resume his track practice spying. “You juggled your head!” Kevin accuses him. Betelgeuse cocks an eyebrow, and his eyes flit back to Kevin. So he’s someone who had seen him use his powers, at some point? Yeesh. “You brought a field of pumpkins to life and nearly murdered me!” Ohhhh. “Yeah, well, you pushed me down,” Betelgeuse says, suddenly remembering. “So I guess we both suffered that day, didn’t we, Kev?” “So you admit it!” Kevin says tenselely, before sitting in the grass across from him. Betelgeuse watches him quietly. The breather seems confused. “Why are you here?” he asks, and Betelgeuse nods over at the bouncing, glistening track team. “The view.” Kevin glances in that direction and rolls his eyes. “Jackass, I meant at school,” he dead pans. Betelgeuse grins. “Well, th’ way my dad explained it, I have to be in government mandated kid jail, or else he goes to adult jail.” “So you’re a monster who has to go to school?” “Demon, but. Yeah.” Kevin’s eyes widen, and he whispers the word. “Demon.” There’s a beat as he ponders over that. “Those people, who were with you at the store.. Are they demons

too?” “What? Th’ Deetzs? Nah. They’re human as they come.” “And you live with them?” “Yup,” he pops the “p,” quickly growing annoyed with this line of questioning. “And they-” “Listen, man,” Betelgeuse apparates his lunch from nothing, which causes Kevin to flinch, before realizing it's just food. “Can we skip all this? It’s a life changing revelation for you, I’m sure, but forget bored stiff, this is giving me rigor mortis. Yes, I’m a demon. I go to school here cause I’m th’ Deetz’s son, and no, there’s nothing wrong with them.” He grimaces. “Just me. I’m not following you around to torment you, you’re not that special. And yes,” he holds up the sandwich from his lunch. “This is a turkey club on a croissant. My human dad packed it for me, because he loves me.” There’s a small moment of silence. Kevin opens his mouth, and Betelgeuse, own mouth now full of food, groans. “Why do you have bandages all over your face?” “Because I murdered a pedophile four years ago and his vengeful, freak ass ghost won’t let it go.” “Really?” “No. That’s not even how ghosts work. God, breathers are so gullible.” “You’re such a dick,” Kevin replies, but there’s a faint hint of a smile, there. Betelgeuse feels it tugging at his own lips, too. “I’m growing moss on my face,” he admits after a moment. “Wasn’t sure how else to keep it hidden, so. Bandages. Not that I really care what people think-” “I can tell from the tripp pants, yeah,” Kev interjects, and Betelgeuse flips him off before continuing. “I’m not trying to get a bunch of attention for being weird.” “Didn’t seem to bother you before,” Kevin comments, picking lazily at the grass around him, and Betelgeuse shrugs. “I was twelve. I’ve gotten a bit smarter, even if I was dragged kickin’ an’ screamin’ th’ whole damn way,” and this time, Kevin actually does smile. He mimics the other boy. He offers Kevin half his sandwich, and for the first time ever, he doesn’t eat lunch alone. They wait after school together, watching as their peers are picked up or loaded onto buses. “I used to have nightmares about you,” Kevin tells him, and Betelgeuse smiles flirtatiously. “So you’ve been dreamin’ of me. That’s hot.” He receives a punch in the arm for that. When his mom pulls up, with Lydia in tow in the backseat, he throws open the front passenger side door of the car. “Hey, ma, hey Lyds,” but Emily is looking past him. “BJ, is that a friend of yours?” She sounds thrilled. He turns and looks at Kevin, then back to her, and shrugs, but he’s smiling. “I dunno. He’s new, so we hung out at lunch, an’ talked. Maybe. I dunno.” “You should invite him over!” Emily grins, eyes shining. “Now?” “Now! We’re having take out for dinner, we could order more for him, easy! And he’s new, he probably doesn’t have any plans, and-” “Alright, alright, hold on,” he gripes, then waives Kevin over. The breather approaches the car, cautious. “Hey, so my mom, she says you can come over for dinner, if you want,” and God/Satan, he’s never felt more like an awkward, pimply faced teen than he does at that exact moment. If he sounds like a total loser, at least Kevin doesn’t seem to mind, cause he perks up. “Let me call my dad!” he whips out his cell phone so fast, Betelgeuse feels flattered. He actually wants to come over. He wants to spend some time together. Emily’s smile widens until she looks like a slasher on happy pills, and he climbs into the car front seat and nudges her. “Play it cool, ma,” he all but begs, and she looks to him. “I’m super cool, BJ. I’m a cool mom. Right, Lyds?” Lydia gives her best noncommittal shrug, the one Betelgeuse taught her, actually. “He said yes!” Kevin comes jogging back over to the car a minute later. “If that’s really okay, Mrs. Deetz?” “For sure! The more, the merrier!” They moved out of the apartment a little over a year ago. The new place had been a nightmare when they’d moved in, a Tudor style house with a lot of character, a lot of leftover trash, and a lot of bugs. He’d set about fixing that instantly, hunting down the tasty snacks, and Emily had stood in the middle of

the mess, chewing her bottom lip, and thinking. “I know, I know, it’s rough,” Charles had stood there, suddenly looking older than his age in a way Betelgeuse did not like. “But it’s a beautiful old house, with good bones, and room to grow, and.. It’s going to be a lot of work.” Lydia, precocious and eight, shuffled between her parents, and wrinkled her nose. “It’s a dump,” she declared, and both the adults looked down at her. “It’s not a dump,” Emily said. “It’s The Great Pacific Garbage Patch.” “Em!” Seemingly ignoring her husband, she turned and went back to the car, and didn’t return until she had her record player and a sample of her collection of vinyl with her. “BJ! Come give this a shock, please? The power’s not on yet.” Betelgeuse apparated at her side, a new trick he’d been practicing, and Emily, ever Emily, didn’t even flinch. She just patted his head, as he grabbed the cord and gave it a shock of green static. She placed a record in the player, and adjusted the needle. The familiar sounds of Calypso began to fill the house. “Let’s clean up,” Emily smiled, and, singing along and dancing and laughing, the family had begun their first of many clean ups. It’s a nice memory, one he looks back on often. They’re pulling up to the house, Kevin in tow, and despite the unease he feels at having a new person in his space, at least their house, full of love, is a comforting energy to be wrapped in.

They lead Kevin in, and he follows Betelgeuse up to his bedroom.

“So, we got your common bedroom items,” he gestures grandly as they enter his space. “Dead rat, TV, dresser, mirror for inter dimensional travel, severed head for juggling,” he acknowledges that moment in their shared history. “Old trunk full of demon secrets,” he gives the antique steamer trunk by the foot of his bed a kick. It pops open to reveal very normal looking magazines. “All that good stuff.” The wall paper he chose for his room is a black and white pinstripe that dad had called “busy,” and mom had called “him,” and Kevin blinks a bit in surprise. “You, uh, really are dedicated to the stripes, huh? I prefer a simple black myself.. Black is always a statement.” Betelgeuse snorts. “It’s my pattern,” he says, and Kevin sort of nods, clearly not getting it. He tries again. “It’s, you know, important?” Kevin glances at him, and nods again, but seemingly more hesitant. “It’s a demon thing,” Betelgeuse says finally, tired of even his own clunky attempts at subtly. “My animal is a snake,” he explains. “And my colors are black and white.” Kevin looks mystified. “So, what does that… mean?”

“Means it’s my aspect. It’s important.. Demon stuff.”

The teens look at each other. Kevin squints. “You don’t know what it means.” “I got no fuckin’ clue,” Betelgeuse admits, flopping on his back in the air and hanging there, reclining on nothing. “It’s somethin’, somethin’, dominion over th’ beasts that crawl on their bellies, foul an’ tainted, I think was th’ phrase. But I don’t usually get many chances to be around snakes, so it’s not a talent I get to practice much.” Kevin looks insanely jealous of the way he’s floating there, weightless, which was exactly the point Betelgeuse had in mind when he struck the floating pose to begin with. “Point bein’, I’m drawn to black an’ white.”

“Same way you’re drawn to sweaty track stars?” Kevin smirks, and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Fuckin’ exactly,” Betelgeuse grins at him, a smile Kevin matches. He might be out of his mind, but he feels something here. Kevin’s a good looking guy, and Betelgeuse isn’t exactly “picky.” He’s known for a long time his exact type is “someone who will give Betelgeuse attention and affection,” without worrying what exactly that means in the long run. “Gross,” rings a female voice, and the prolonged eye contact between the teens is broken by his nine year old sister, leaning against the door frame. She takes in the scene before her, him floating there, and Kevin.. Kevin seemingly looking a little flustered on the bed. He’s not sure if she gets what that’s about, hell, he hardly does, though he likes it. But she’s a bit young to pick up on romantic vibes, he thinks. Hopefully. “You’re not even trying to hide the whole, being a demon thing, are you?” she scowls. “Whatever, he already knew. He recognized me from the pumpkin patch. You probably don’t remember, you were five, but-” “I remember.” She squints, and then looks at Kevin, who gives a little waive. “What exactly are your intentions with my demon brother?” she asks, crossing her arms. Kevin actually blushes, a reaction Betelgeuse can both see and smell. Smells like blood and hormones, and it’s cute… he’s cute. “He’s just… weird. I’m, you know.. I just wanna know more. About him, and demons, and this otherworldly, supernatural business.” Ah. A little disappointing. He tries not to look let down, but he knows Lydia catches the look on his face. God/Satan, she’s a clever kid. “BJ isn’t your personal encyclopedia of paranormal bullshit. Besides, he hardly knows anything.” “Fuckin’ rude.” “Well!” she throws her hands up, a gesture he recognizes that she’s picked up from Emily. “I’m just saying, you don’t know enough to be that interesting.” He drops to his feet and puts a hand out, and she glares at him as an invisible force gently pushes her towards the door. “That’s enough, I think you’ve fulfilled your annoying little sibling requirements for today,” he grates at her, and she’s about out the door when Charles’ voice booms from downstairs. “Dinner!” Dinner is from Charles’ favorite Thai place, and the amount of food ordered seems to throw Kevin off guard. There’s a tall stack of delicious smelling styrofoam boxes, all of which are systematically set on the kitchen counter in a line, and the Deetz family goes through with plates, and helps themselves. It becomes clear pretty quickly that the amount ordered has more to do with who is eating, and not what they’re eating. Betelgeuse simply picks up two or three boxes instead of a plate, and settles at the table. His excuse for being a glutton has always been that his powers require a lot of energy for upkeep, but he’s not actually sure if that’s true. Also, it’s an excuse he’s never actually had to use, at least not in this house, because despite being somewhat akin to a garbage disposal in terms of food, his parents never give him any crap for eating. When he’d shown up, a skinny feral bitey little fuck, they’d been very encouraging of him stuffing his face. Now he’s older, obviously, and maybe he’s a bit chubby for his age, but it seems the entire family figures it’s better than looking starved, like he did before. He doesn’t think he’ll die if he doesn’t eat, but it feels good to have a full stomach, and he likes the way food tastes, so yes, he eats a lot. The way he sees it, it just means more B-Man to go around. Kevin, meanwhile, takes a polite amount and sits down next to him. “So, Kevin! Today was your first day?” Emily smiles brightly to the teen, who nods. “Yeah, I’m living with my dad now, so... new school,” he explains. Betelgeuse has the urge to pick up one of his boxes of food and take a cartoonish bite, like it’s a sandwich, but he doesn’t think that gag will play, right at this moment. “BJ has never brought a friend over before,” Charles says, unhelpfully. “Have too!” Betelgeuse protests, because he’s not trying to look like a total freak ass loser in front of the one person who seems

interested in talking to him.

Charles furrows his brow. “Who..? Oh, well…” he pauses. “I don’t know if.. If Sam counts…” “Sam was cool,” Lydia interjects, staring at Kevin, the unfinished half of her sentence being, “unlike you.” He’s got no clue why she’s gunning for Kev the way she is, but it’s kinda funny to watch a nine year old intimidate a teen. “He came over, didn’t he? Sure, it was uninvited, through a mirror, but I’m counting it anyways.” “BJ,” Charles starts, but Betelgeuse just shrugs. “It’s fine, dad. He knows. He was at the pumpkin patch.” It takes Charles and Emily a moment, but they both suddenly look nervous. “BJ is a good kid!” Emily blurts immediately, sounding defensive and looking at Kev, who sort of gives a nod. “It’s cool, I… threw tantrums when I was little, too. I mean, mine weren’t like. Cool vegetation apocalypses, but, you know.” He gives an easy shrug, before looking at Betelgeuse. “Who is Sam? Another demon?” “A better demon,” Lydia mutters, and at this point, he’s a second away from teleporting her into the neighbor’s pool. “He’s like Santa for Halloween, if Santa enforced Christmas time cheer with extreme violence.” “He’s Halloween Krampus,” Emily supplies helpfully, and he nods. “He’s the spirit of Halloween, and he’s cool. He’s only around one night, and he’s usually busy workin’, but when he gets a moment he pops in and we hang out. You’d probably-” like him isn’t exactly the right words. Humans don’t tend to feel easy in Sam’s presence. “- get along?” he finishes, but that also doesn’t seem likely. Sam isn’t outright cruel… usually. But his aura is clearly threatening, and he doesn’t play nice. The only reason Betelgeuse isn’t worried about his humans is because Sam has very clear, very structured rules. Rules that Emily had already been following, regardless of demonic threat. Also, last Halloween, Lydia had gone as Sam, orange jumpsuit, burlap sack and button eyes and everything, and Sam, ever a being of few words, had said, Flattered. He figures that probably earned the Deetz family at least one get out of murder free card. “This is all so cool,” Kevin twirls his fork around his pad phak. “It’s like, something from a movie. I can’t believe demons are.. Real. And I know about them.” There is, for a moment, a shine in his eyes that makes Betelgeuse uncomfortable, but it passes so quickly, he starts to assume he imagined it. He gives in, picks up a styrofoam box full of spicy chicken, and takes a bite out of the whole thing. His dad groans. After they’re done eating, they play video games, and whatever that moment was at dinner, he forces himself to forget it. Kevin is cute, and Kevin wants to talk to him, and that’s about as much as he cares to think about, right now. When Mr. Loh comes to pick him up, Kevin gives Betelgeuse’s hand a squeeze. It’s just the two of them, on the front porch, under the stars only he can see, because light pollution makes them invisible to the human eyes. Still, the setting feels intimate, and that hand holding cements it, at least at that moment. He’s not imagining it. “See you tomorrow?” Kevin smiles, and Betelgeuse knows his face flushes a little more purple at that. “Uh, yeah, for sure,” he says, and Kevin steps off the front porch and hurries to his dad’s car, their moment broken, but he stands there a while anyways, even after the car disappears down the street. He takes his own hand in hand, and gives it a squeeze, trying to imitate what Kevin had done flawlessly. He wanders inside after a while, but just stands with his back to the front door, replaying that simple moment over and over, until Charles, passing him on his way up to bed, pauses. “BJ? Your hair is… pink.”

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice fanfiction #lydia deetz #emily deetz #otho beetlejuice

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zoueriemandzijnopmars · 4 years ago

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5 Dutch Children’s books with moments that changed me

Because I just love Dutch Children’s books.

5. That moment in Lena Lijstje (by Francine Oomen) where she says that a list should always have either 3 or 5 items, now I’m incapable of making a list of 4 items, thanks for that;

4. Hasse Simonsdochter by Thea Beckman is maybe my favourite book of all time and there were a few moments here that contended for a place on this list, like: The moment where Jeroen Bosch (the painter) is kinda feministic and also says that getting inspiration for his paintings of Hell is easy because of what humans do to each other. Or that moment where Hasse says: “Jan van Schaffelaar is the only person who is always kind to me, who never says I should do better or change. I know he’s a crook, I know there’s blood on his hands. So what? For me he’s the sun, the moon and all of the heavens.” Because go off queen. But in the end I’m going with that moment near the end when Hasse realises she can save a friend from being executed by marrying him, but she can’t do it, as she's just absolutely not attracted to him. And she literally thinks: “Does he have to die, just because he’s ugly?” And she’s like no, of course not, but she still can’t do it. And I have no lessons to learn from this, because this entire book is a mystery to me, but man was it influential.

3. That moment in Koning van Katoren (by Jan Terlouw) where Stach decides he needs to sacrifice himself in his quest to become king, even though it means he’ll die (and hence not become king), because otherwise he wouldn’t deserve to become king. And like, he’s so right, and the wizard realises that so he instead sacrifices himself. It just really makes you think about leadership and sacrifices. .b (If those ministers can make a b then so can I) that moment in quest 5.b when Stach has to jump from the church tower and all of Katoren just comes to the church to drop their pillows there so that he can safely jump down. Because, man, I want to live in Katoren. Where people just unite like that and say fuck you to the establishment.

2. That moment in Geheimen van het Wilde Woud (by Tonke Dragt) where Tiuri kills a guy in self defense and hates himself for it. One of the only books where a protagonist truly struggles with the aftermath of killing someone.

1. That moment in Zoektocht in Katoren (also by Jan Terlouw) when some people were like: Kos wouldn’t have blown up that train with weapons if he hadn’t met us and so the judge decided to split his prison sentence between them so everyone only had to go to prison for a year, but then all of Katoren phoned in like: hey I also feel responsible, so in the end everyone only had to sit for an hour. And I reiterate, man, I want to live in Katoren. And like this idea of shared responsibility is so interesting, but also it only really makes sense because he did something illegal with good motives, and just, I sometimes wish we had this kind of jurisprudence (a word I learned from this book coincidentally)

#dutch #part time booklr #children's literature #purity culture would 1) hate Dutch children’s books and 2) Hate Hasse Simonsdochter especially #also in that first scene of Hasse #she also says to Gerrit: here take an Apple maybe that’ll stop you from saying stupid shit #I love her #i made an original post #Jan Terlouw is the reason I always at least lowkey root for D66 by elections #his books were good propaganda I guess

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neon-junkie · 4 years ago

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If requests are still open can I put in one for Javier/Bill? The scenario doesn’t matter much to me as long as it’s them 😭 us shippers are starving Queen

oh god YES. i love writing these two!!! here’s some RDR1 fluff and a sprinkle of angst :3

It's another silent night at Fort Mercer. The stars hang overhead and the crickets chirp below, and the sound of Bills men nattering away could be heard from behind him. Bill's stood on the outer wall, overlooking the dead landscape that surrounds the fort. Days ago, Marston had approached and asked for Bill to come calmly, to which Bill had ordered his men to shoot him and left him for the elements. The stain of his blood can still be seen on the ground, and Bill finds himself staring at it for the hundredth time tonight. What is he to do? Marston is finally seeking his revenge, or so Bill thinks, and for the first time in a long time, he's worried. Since that incident all those years ago, Bill's only cared about himself. He used to stretch his neck out for a group of outlaws who only mocked and ignored him, but he doesn't tolerate that bullshit anymore. Although, there's one other person that he cares about, though he doesn't always admit it, and he's cared about that man for as long as he can remember.

"Bill, there you are," said man says as he approaches from behind. "What're you doing?" Javier asks as he leans on the wall next to Bill, staring out at the landscape that Bills eyes are still fixed on. "Just thinkin'," Bill replies with a shrug. "About Marston? Still?" Javier questions, his eyes flicking over to look at Bill. Javiers never really noticed before, but he suddenly realises how old Bill has become, with his faint wrinkles and grey patch to his beard. Javier realises he's becoming old too, with a few grey hairs to his stache and his smile lines becoming more prominent. They've stood by each others side for so long that Javier had never really realised how age had changed both of them, but he does now. "Yeah," Bill replies. "I just... I ain't sure how to get outta this mess," Bill tells him, his eyes finally moving over to Javiers as he rests his elbows on the wall, hunching his back over. "John's one man, he won't be able to take on all of your men. Look what happened last time, you think John is that stupid to do it again?" Javier asks as he points to where John once lay. As much as Javier still viewed John as his brother, he still valued his life for some reason, despite his family disappearing a long time ago, though Bill still stands by his side. "Yeah, I do," Bill says with a laugh. Javier pulls a face as he realises that yeah, John is stupid enough to do it again, and to keep doing it over and over until he gets himself finally killed. "Well... we'll move away, somewhere John can't find us... Hey! Mexico! You could come over there with me. No way is John going to survive crossing that border, and if he somehow does, then he'll get himself killed in the revolution," Javier replies. "And we won't?" Bill questions. "Not if you follow my lead, and don't piss any of the locals off," Javier says with a laugh. He knows how dumb Bill can be at times, and how words slip out of his mouth before his brain has even finished its thoughts. "Is you sure? Are we just gonna hide there?" Bill asks. "Trust me, Bill. You've stuck by my side for this long, so you do trust me, don't you?" "Well, course I do!" Bill replies in a slightly mocking tone, almost insulted that Javier even had to question his loyalty. "Then we'll be fine," Javier smiles, lightly nudging Bills arm. Bill smiles at him but quickly moves his eyes back to the view. It's clear that he's still worried; as stupid as John is, Bill knows he'll find a way, he always does. Javier isn't sure what to say. Bills a stubborn man who trusts his own thoughts way more than anybody else's. So, Javier rests his weight on the wall, his shoulder softly brushing against Bills, though both of them pay no mind to the small contact. Javiers eyes focus on the view as he crosses one ankle over the other, but his eyes soon flick down to Bills hands. Javiers seen Bill throw men off these walls for looking at him funny, he's seen Bill murder and steal for so many years, always so confident in his way, executing men who won't follow his lead. But it always surprises him when Bill tenses up whenever he's held, just like now. Javiers hand moves onto Bills, lazily holding his hand, his thumb stroking over Bills worn knuckles, still lightly bruised from the man he punched last week. As always, Bill tenses up to his touch. He dips his head, eyes looking at Javiers hand over his, and then stares at the floor. Bill almost looks like he's too polite to reject Javier, but Javier knows that Bill is just an extremely touch starved man that still, even in his old age, has no idea how to react when somebody shows even the smallest bit of affection to him. "Bill?" Javier softly asks. "What?" Bill replies, eyes returning to the view as he tries to ignore that sickly feeling in his stomach. Javier isn't sure exactly what he wants to say, but he knows that Bill knows that there's an elephant in the room. "Look at me," Javier eventually tells him. "Why?" Bill asks, a little bluntly, though Javier knows by now that that's just his normal tone of voice. "Because I want you to," Javier replies. Bill ponders for a few seconds but eventually looks at Javier, though he struggles to keep eye contact. "You still tense up, even after all these years?" Javier finally questions. "I don't mean to!" Bill replies with a shrug, his voice getting defensive. "I just... well, you know what I mean." "Sure," Javier says with a light laugh. He knows exactly what Bill means, he understands that Bill's not had anybody since all those years ago when he was in the army, so it's no surprise that he's gotten used to being on his own. But it still makes Javiers heart cry that even after all the years of running together, growing old together, standing by each others side without ever questioning their loyalty and trust, that Bill still tenses up when Javier touches him. Even though they've spent countless nights 'huddled together for warmth', or pinning each other down as the taste of whiskey is shared on their lips. "You know... I just don't get it. Me? Javier, you is still pretty, you could have anybody you want. But you still stick with me and... I just don't get why," Bill admits as his eyes look away from Javiers. "Yeah, you're a dumbass and a pain in the ass, but you're mine," Javier shrugs. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," Javier adds. "Why?" "...I don't know, I just wouldn't." "Alright," Bill replies. It is alright, Javier doesn't need any explanation and Bill accepts that. Javier is stood by his side, so why does he need to question it? There's a bit of silence again before Javier lets out a frustrated whine as he turns his gaze back to Bill. "Come here," he says as he beckons him with his other hand. "What?" Bill questions as he looks at Javier. "I said come here, you idiota." Bills about to complain about the insult but his mouth is suddenly occupied as Javier leans up on tip-toes to plant a kiss on Bills lips. Bills eyes change from being widen open, a little surprised, to falling shut as he tilts his head against Javiers. Their hats bump against each other as they slip back onto the crowns of their heads, though not falling off. The kiss stays soft and light, lips gently sliding over each others, still stood side by side with their heads turned. Bills hand finally turns over so he can slide Javiers fingers between his and for once, Bill isn't tensing up. Maybe they will be alright? Maybe they can run away to Mexico and continue running south? Marston won't follow them that far, and as long as they have each other, then they'll be alright.

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leafsbabe · 4 years ago

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ITS NOT EVEN A GOOD MUSTACHE! Barbs... now Barbs can pull off a mustache. It’s full, it’s glorious, I want to rub my clit on it.... but this? No thank you —kmk

as the founder and president of the stache defense squad I have to disagree (on Gravy’s stache... Barbs stache is in fact glorious)

he pulls it off, it looks nice, fits his aesthetic, and I feel like he could go full on dapper gentleman with it

way better than a lot of other staches

i’d love to see it with a nice suit and a styled flow

#ryan graves #mark barberio #leafsbabe bullshit #kmk

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mysterylover123 · 5 years ago

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BNHA Rewatch: Episode 46 “From Iida to Midoriya”

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In which I rant a lot about Iida and then instantly forgive him.

Mina trying to piece all this together is so cute.

Iida’s rage in this episode kinda tics me off, mostly because I feel like he misses the difference between what he did and what Todoroki and Kiri and Deku want to do. Iida went after Stain to get revenge, and Stain specifically chastised him for failing to try and rescue Native. What these three want to do is try and save a life, not take one. Yes, the law in BNHA’s verse doesn’t distinguish - but there is a difference. This makes it feel like Iida took the wrong lesson from the Hero-Killer arc - that what he did wrong was breaking the law, not getting caught up in revenge.

Yes, yes, that black and white mentality is fun and all, Tsu, but to quote a certain famous person, “An unjust law is no law at all”. And this situation just isn’t as black and white or straightforward as she makes it out to be. Both Iida and Tsu pissed me off in this scene a bunch, because they just don’t seem to get it. Of course, that could just be because I agree with Deku and back him in everything he does.

“You’re probably the most frustrated of all” WOW even Kirishima sees how in love with Kacchan Deku is.

OHNO MY BB IS SO WRECKED AND HURT CAUSE HE’S ALWAYS HURTING HIMSELF WITH HIS POWERS. Deku why you gotta make me sad like this?

And Kota’s letter omg it’s so sweet Kota ilu

Poor freaking Inko her life is so hard now and Deku is so hurting Aw this arc is so many feels.

Momo, of course, has the power in her hands to decide if she wants to enable this, and she chooses to do so.

Even against all that persuasion to the contrary, Deku still comes to help. I LOVE HIM.

Iida, this is the only time in the series that you really piss me off, and I ultimately forgive you, so I hope you wont’ take this personally, but...

FUCK YOU MAN. Seriously, Deku is half dead and devastated and hurting, and you’re hitting him like this only to assuage your own feelings and resentment? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?

YOU’RE GIVING TODOROKI ENDEAVOR FLASHBACKS YOU JACKASS HOW DARE YOU!?!?! LOOK AT HOW SAD YOU’RE MAKING HIM BY HITTING HIS CRUSH!

OH BOO HOO HE DIDN’T THINK OF YOUR FEELINGS WELL TOUGH LUCK BUDDY HIS BOYFRIEND GOT FUCKING KIDNAPPED BY SUPERVILLAINS HE DOESN’T HAVE TIME TO CONSIDER MUCH ELSE!!!

OK Momo assuages my annoyance by saying “I trust Todoroki” and reminding me how much I ship them. AW! She comes along because she believes in him, even if she isn’t certain what they’re doing is right.

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE

Ooh Bakugo please remind me of how much I wanna see you saved again.

This is another awesome squad in the show. Like, this team + Kacchan is basically unstoppable.

ooh More Momo concern I love her so much and don’t kid yourself Momo deep down you wanna help save the day too cause you’re a goddamn hero.

Ooh this scene with Uraraka is really, really interesting. We get so little of her stance on this whole thing, but we do know that 1. In this scene she gets Bakugo pretty well, though she does ultimately turn out to be wrong, as he allows himself too be saved. 2. She doesn’t bring this up in front of Deku, which means this subject could provide conflict between them in the future.

Todoroki wisely stocks up on food before partaking in a long rescue exercise.

DEKU IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE HIM

AH THE HILARIOUS DISGUISES OMG. I’M CRACKING UP

The Todomomo vibes are strong with this one.

DAYUM Aizawa is always hot but all slicked up and presentable and defensive of his kids Aizawa is the best and hottest Aizawa of them all.

Nice visual storytelling here.

“Come join the dark side we have cookies!”

“Take your cookies and shove em!”

“Oh come on they’re chocolate chip!”

“I hate chocolate chip.”

OK, in all seriousness, I FREAKING LOVE THIS SCENE. Deku is my favorite, but Bakugou does run him a close second, and this scene helps illustrate why. He just told the most dangerous set of characters around that he doesn’t care what they think of him. He’s a goddamn hero and he’s never gonna accept anything else.

“From Iida to Midoriya” is actually a personal favorite of mine. I think it’s a little underrated, usually seen as the calm before the storm of the Hideout Raid arc, the setup. I personally see it as a strong highlight, with some great character interactions, development and growth to boot. It’s adorable all the way through and definitely worth a rewatch, as angry as parts of it make me.

BKDK CORNER:

Think about it. His arms will be useless if he hurts them again. His mom begs him not to. His best friends all told him not to. But none of that matters. Because Kacchan is in danger. And at the end of the day, to save Kacchan, Deku’s body will move before he can even think.

He does, however, change his approach to him a little thanks to Uraraka’s words. This episode builds up to the “take my hand” scene well, as Deku realizes that Kacchan’s pride would be offended by him offering to save him. The moment where he remembers “Don’t come” really hurts my heart.

BEST GIRL MVP AWARD: Still Momo. Tsuyu and Ochako forfeited the chance to be in this arc so they’re officially out of the running until the pLE arc begins.

RANKER: The Disguises, least to most favorite

5. Iida’s - what the hell was he thinking with that fake stache? (Sorry I’m so mean to you in this recap, Iida)

4. Momo’s - it’s ok enough, but she looks like a mob wife.

3. Kiri’s - it’s cute ,and I wish he’d wear his hair down more often.

2. Deku’s - OMG someone is missing his bf and trying to imitate him, huh?

1. Shoto’s - it’s just plain sexy. Boy’s got style.

#my hero academia #season 3 episode 8 #from iida to midoriya #midoriya izuku #tenya iida #momo yaoyorozu #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #bakudeku #i guess i have a double standard #iida hits deku I yell at him #kacchan hits deku i get mad for a few seconds #and then let it go #i guess cause deku punches him back #he just sits there and takes it from iida #but bakugou he smacks right back #omg i need my bkdk reunion soon #watching this day to day hurts

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genius-with-a-j · 5 years ago

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I have had a Sanders Sides college AU bouncing around in my head for a few weeks and the gremlins have been begging for me to let it out so here is some of it:

Virgil:

Sophomore

Undecided major (will eventually go with psychology major and creative writing minor)

Purple hair, very pale (actually has celiac and diabetes and struggles with eating enough)

Actually has a lot of health issues but was still determined to go to college

Skinny boi, into the emo scene still, has purple hair

Has severe anxiety (social and otherwise) and mild to moderate depression

Goes to on-campus counseling

Has an emotional support black cat named Gerard (yes after Gerard Way)

Has okay grades, like a B-/C+ student

Lives in a dorm that’s basically apartments, everything is very separate and it’s mostly grad students there

Not super into extracurriculars because anxiety but does volunteer at an animal shelter

Is reluctantly a barista in like a very indie coffee shop off-campus

Went to a really big high school where he felt very ignored and lost in the crowd

Logan:

Senior

Mechanical and electrical engineering double major with an artificial intelligence emphasis and a computer science minor

Has also considered picking up a math minor or expanding to a double degree

Dark brown hair that’s always just a little messy, tan skin

Angular features, half-Korean and half-Hispanic

Speaks several languages, all weirdly perfectly

Korean, Spanish, English, some Mandarin and some Japanese

Has major depressive disorder and autism

4.0 with ease

Apartment coordinator who was an RA for two years and hall gov president before that

Involved in the robotics club, chess club, head of the engineering society

Went to a large high school, was a standout, won many awards and was valedictorian with like a 4.3 GPA

Patton’s boyfriend, they’ve been together for like 3 years at this point

Patton:

Super senior, this is his 5th year

Changed major a lot, has finally decided on animal science, wants to be a vet tech

Curly, blonde hair and lots of freckles

Chubby, very soft and huggable

Jewish

Genderfluid! Is fine with any pronouns and wears whatever he wants (normally big sweaters and ugg-style slippers)

Struggles with depression and a touch of OCD

Dyslexic

Super empathetic and frequently gets compassion fatigue

Solid C student in most things, but is SUPER good at animal-related classes and pretty bad at math (so Logan helps him)

Lives with Logan even though technically they don’t want apartment coordinators to have roommates but Logan is really good at his job and was basically like “if he goes, I go” so they allowed him to live there for free too

A very good baker and involved with a baking club on campus

Works at an animal shelter (yes that’s how he met Virgil)

Went to a small high school (20 graduating class) really struggled with being bullied, is glad to be away from his small, oppressive hometown

Logan’s boyfriend

Roman:

Junior

Theater and vocal double major with a creative writing minor

Obsessed with love stories, writes love-based plays and love songs, etc.

Plays piano, guitar, and trumpet because he was forced to learn a wind instrument

Black hair basically styled like a Disney prince

Mexican (is actually a DACA student)

Speaks fluent Spanish and English

Has complex PTSD from years of emotional abuse before ending up housed with Abuela

Depressed but going constantly, can’t stop because that’s how the feelings catch you

ADHD but doesn’t know it because he hasn’t been tested, his parents didn’t believe in it

Straight-A student in subjects he cares about but barely scrapes by in the required common core type classes because he doesn’t care and therefore is Unable To Learn

Lives with his brother in an off-campus apartment because Abuela asked that they live together so when she helps pay it’s just one rent payment for the two of them

It’s a bad apartment, it’s basically falling apart but it’s what they can afford

Delivers pizza so he can afford to live

Involved in the choir, jazz band, super active in the drama program, and has starred in multiple roles on the student-run TV network

Went to a small-ish high school (80 graduating class) and was a big fish in a small pond; he and his brother were very well-known

Remus’s identical twin

Remus:

Junior

Creative writing and theater double major with a criminal justice minor

Writes horror, also likes to write poems that seem sweet but are very dark

Majors in theater for the writing aspect more than the acting aspect

Criminal justice minor is because he loves true crime and wants to write accurate criminals in some of his horror stories

Black hair is normally spiked, has a white streak in front

Has that gross rat stache most of the time but will shave it off for a play or the like

Mexican (is actually a DACA student)

Speaks fluent Spanish and English

Has complex PTSD from years of emotional abuse before ending up housed with Abuela

Also depressed, but instead of avoiding his problems embraces them in a way that’s pretty uncomfortable, can be a little too open sometimes

Has OCD that really messes with his head but tries to embrace the intrusive thoughts and blurt them out because he thinks that’s how he wins even though it doesn’t quite work that way

People thought he had Tourettes because of it, but he doesn’t, he has control over what he does (besides the OCD compulsion part of it but that’s different than a tic)

ADHD but doesn’t know it

An impressive writer and excels in his creative writing and theater-based classes but is just awful at other classes because he gets bored and ends up making games out of assignments like trying to freak out his professors or spelling out messages down the side of the page with the first letter of every line

Lives with his brother in an off-campus apartment because Abuela asked that they live together so when she helps pay it’s just one rent payment for the two of them

It’s a bad apartment, it’s basically falling apart but it’s what they can afford

Writes smut for money online

Super active in the drama program, often directs or writes the screenplays, has also written for the student-ran TV network, wrote a whole Twilight-zone-ish show that was pretty popular, enjoys poetry slams

Went to a small-ish high school (80 graduating class) and was a big fish in a small pond; he and his brother were very well-known

Is kind of dating Dee, they’ll both tell you it’s complicated and they like it that way

Roman’s identical twin

Dee:

Freshman

Political science major with a criminal justice minor

Wants to be a lawyer or politician to make changes for marginalized groups

Indigenous

Has vitiligo, it primarily affects the left side of his face (even his left eye is almost hazel instead of dark like his other eye) and also his limbs and his stomach

It started in high school and he was teased pretty bad for it, was afraid college would be the same way

He wears gloves to hide it because he’s kind of ashamed of it, he feels like people think he’s gross-looking

Has very thick, dark hair that’s always a little shaggy, wears a lot of hats

Depressed

Very defensive and guarded, doesn’t want people to know who he truly is

Not a pathological liar, but he does lie to protect himself

Was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder because of his fear of losing people and his lack of emotional regulation

Was raised in a really turbulent household and has trust issues because of it

An honors kid

Nearly has a 4.0, is really good at writing and arguing and history, only struggles with science

Lives in the honors kid dorm, is involved in hall government

Works as an intern (paid) with a local firm

Involved with Model UN and debate team

Went to a medium-sized high school and was very good at blending in

Is involved with Remus

So yeah!!! That’s most of it, I plan on writing stuff about it, feel free to ask questions if you have any, I’d love to answer

#sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #college au #my aus #when the gremlin demands i write i have no choice

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egg-emperor · 5 years ago

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You ever think Eggman gets embarrassed? Seems like a silly question because he’s so tyrannical, but he is human. If so what do you think would make the handsome boi blush? Any headcanons about it?

While I don’t think he’s ever been one to get incredibly shy due to his confidence and nobody can ever truly hurt his pride, he can get a little worked up and blushy sometimes. What I can see being the most common is for him to be a flustered and angry/grumpy type of embarrassed. I love the frown, pout, and blush, you feel me?

If others are trying to tease him by bringing something personal/private up, call him out for something/mention a rumor that isn’t true, tease him for losing his stache getting damaged or maybe just call his mannerisms childish, they can possibly get a bit of a reaction out of him. Most of the time he remains confident in where he stands and shuts down their accusations immediately. But if it catches him off guard, he might start to sweat and get extra defensive.

If something goes wrong and he stammers his words or stumbles in slight clumsiness in both grand performances or everyday activities, that can fluster him. Luckily things don’t often go terribly wrong during the execution of his plans when he plans carefully, rehearses and practices a lot (unless he’s made an oversight). But if something goes just slightly differently then he’ll desperately hope nobody notices and points it out. He doesn’t want anything he does to be seen as less than perfect.

When he lets something slip or accidentally says something that could be interpreted differently than intended, he has moments of “why did I say/do that?” For an official example of this; if he heard of the things he did as Mr. Tinker in IDW, he’d find it embarrassing that he’d been seen doing any kind of good deeds for others like that. He’d hate if people thought he had a weak soft spot after the things he did when he wasn’t himself.

He likes privacy but much to his dismay, Orbot and Cubot have the tendency to wander in without notice. Even when he’s not doing anything private, it still irritates him. But they’ve also barged in at the worst times when he is. His discomposure shows when he curses them out for it. Especially if he’s asked to excuse/explain what he’s doing. He’s had to become very certain that doors are sealed tightly shut even within the interior of bases to avoid this as much as possible.

He’s usually the first one to make a move in situations where he's intimate with another so if they make an advance towards him first, it can catch him off guard. At first, he might be in denial about how he feels about it, no matter how many times it’s happened. That’s one of the times where one is most likely to catch his reaction. The truth is, he actually likes it a lot because someone knows what he wants without having to initiate it himself. ;D

My absolute favorite scenario if it happening is when he’s being genuinely praised, complimented and admired. It can be hard to tell because he laps it all up, stands proudly and says he knows he’s powerful, intelligent, handsome and that his work is incredible. But he’s also hiding the red in his cheeks with his stache as he plays with it, trying not make it too obvious ;w; He feels giddy when he gets the attention he’s always desired because it feels great to have some wholeheartedly agree instead of getting backtalk from his lackeys. 💜

#asks #headcanons #my post #blush #dr. eggman #eggman #dr eggman #dr robotnik

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agatharights · 5 years ago

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Animals are easier to draw than Robots SO I wound up drawing a bunch of weird alien/specbio/something critters based off Transformers characters! Some of them may be obvious, some might not, or might be based off specific versions of characters. Either way...try to guess who’s who!

Characters, information, and more sketches below

Optimus and Megatron Sort of feline-ape mixes, these prideful predators have large territories and close-knit social groups. Optimus would be from warmer climates, and has a fantastic mane for showiness. Megatron is from cooler mountains, and thus has the denser fur and the thicker build. I waffled on how colorful to make them...

Ironhide Suggested as a “Rhino-turtle” by a good friend, @omnitheleader, Ironhide is a huge, hefty mountain of armored plates. While they show the damage of his tanklike behavior readily, the outermost surface is actually keratenous scutes, so over the course of time they repair themselves and re-grow, layer by layer, shedding. Of course, even where he’s not armored, his hide is thick and layered and damn defensive, so even if you could get at his belly, you might not be able to do much.

Moonracer For @snowylittlebastard, whose love of Moonracer is downright infectious! I wanted to do something that looked cute and compact, but was still ridiculously fast and at least a little strange, so I thought a lot about wildcats and ungulates, settling on a small sort of hooved cat of sorts, with coloration inspired by snowy leopards and chinchilla.

Soundwave (+Buzzsaw, Laserbeak, Rumble, Frenzy...) I was trying to break the mold of mammals by this point, instead going for a sort of “marsupial” eusocial bird. Soundwave is the larger, and their wings are fused with the flesh of their front to create a “pouch” that the smaller can hide in, and a long prehensile tail. Buzzsaw and Laserbeak are a small flighted caste, with wings like yi-qi because I wanted them to be a little unearthly. Rumble and Frenzy are flightless, but also smaller castes as well, being gatherers and diggers. They develop colorful patterns on their beaks that help with individual recognition. Ravage is also here but is a different species, that got adopted by Soundwave.

Minimus Ambus FINALLY something satisfyingly weird, I really wasn’t sure where to go with Minimus for the first like...five sketches. Mouselike? A tiny lizard? A lamprey? One of those tongue-eating louses? Once I settled on a long slender shape, with mustache-like projections of the front, the idea of some sort of long-legged semi-parasitic arthropod fell into place. It’s oddly long, upright legs mean that it moves rather like a mammal does, which is very unsettling, but also make for quick climbing and clinging.

Starscream Obviously based off the beastformer Starscream from my TF setting, TF: Paradise, where he has the beastmode of a vampire bat, I have to admit that like any good specbio nerd I LOVE a big bat. I heckin love em. Bats have always been among my favorite creatures and I love bats so dang much...some bats have noses shaped to help them focus in on sounds, and extending the nose and ears out into one single shape, eliminating eyes altogether, was very interesting and appealing.

Mirage A chameleon? A small horse? A wolf? A cobra? Mirage is a mystery of chromatophores (you can see his little guide to color capabilities there) and glamour. The interior of Mirage’s hood is a glistening, iridescent blue to show off and challenge rivals, but can also droop to close against the neck. Of course I had to find something just as oddly sleek as his usual altmode...

Cliffjumper What if a goat that was also a goddamn rhinocerous? What if that? I actually wound up designing this creature with the idea that it’s in the same family of species as the Ironhide rhinoturtle above- smaller and shaggier, and the armor plating forming heavy “horns” on the head while being absent from the rest of the body.

Sketches and alternates- starting with the first sketch of Optimus...

And a toned-down color scheme for the both of them

Figuring out the shape of Ironhide

He looks so naked without wings, but I wanted to figure out his body....

It ain’t Starscream if it don’t SCREAM. The lips pull back from the front of the jaws to expose SO much teeth.

A mammalian Mirage- which I still love the design of but it didn’t quite sit with me.

Starscream I cannot stress how much you need to not threaten to eat your coworkers even if they ARE small enough for your altmode to swallow whole

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minimin1993 · 5 years ago

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S/M 41 & B/L 34

Warning: Implied smut. Violence.

Sebastian and Min had decided to keep their relationship out of the spotlight and keep the fans guessing and just continue with what they had been doing. He had recently cut his hair and mustache to Jeff’s style while wandering around the hotel practicing the accent making Min laugh her ass off only to be tackled by Sebastian.

“You gotta stop laughing at me princess.” Sebastian said groggily, he just woke up and found Min laying on her stomach giggling at him.

“I can’t you look so funny.” Min said pulling on the mustache.

“I might just keep it, its growing on me. Totally bringing back the 90’s vibes don’t you think.”

“Oh god please don’t, I won’t be able to handle you looking like this all the time.”

“Why not? I thought you love me for me and not my looks.” He teased.

“I will love you even if you rock a bald head and round tummy but god this mustache has gotta go. You look like you have old school pornstar-stache.”

“You don’t like that pornstache that much?”

“Nope, I like you without it or your normal scruff.” She said rubbing his dimple chin.

“Uh huh, so what are you going to be doing today when I’m heading to set?” Sebastian said pulling her on top of him.

“I might go visit Chris on set early since they are filming already.”

“Sure, you just want to see Chris working the nomad look with his long hair and a beard.”

“Pft… Whatt?? Noo… Pftt.. what gave you that idea?” Min teased Sebastian.

“Yeah, right. Don’t even lie, his new look is doing things to you.” Sebastian said tickling her sides having squirm on top of him but he holds her still.

“You play dirty Mr. Stan. Okay, okay I admit. But I can’t help it I like a man with long hair and heavy beard.”

“Ohh so you only liked me because I had long hair.”

“Well it was a bonus but I like this short due on you. I can see your eyes better.” Min said running her fingers through his short hair only to giggle again when she looks down on his mustache. “But to be honest Chris is totally not rocking an old school pornstar-stache.”

“Okay that's it, you are so going to get it now.” He aid flipping them caging her underneath him. “Who do you belong to babygirl?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should remind me.” Min teased causing him to growl before reminding her who she belongs to.

“James I swear to god, get you butt up, we gotta feed the children before they eat through my flower bed again.” Linda slaps Buckys butt who refuses to wake up for the umf time.

“I don’t want to right now.” He said pulling her in bed caging her underneath him. “Right now I want to enjoy you.” He smirks feeling the strike of arousal from her running down his spine knowing he got her right where he wants him. They have been living a very quiet domestic life for over a year now in a hidden place in the edge of Wakanda enjoying each other through their soulbond which Bucky clearly loves to take advantage of.

“Nope, we not doing this again. This will be the 4th flower bed in 2 months, I would like to enjoy my hard work before it gets eaten.” Linda said flipping them back over before getting off the bed hearing Bucky groan behind her while to walk to the edge of their hut. “Maybe if you hurry up we can enjoy each other under the waterfall.” She transmitted an image to his mind winking at him.

“Yes mam.” He said leaving the hut making her giggle.

Bucky was feeding their goats they call their children, Linda was currently on the ground with a goat in her arms while 2 wakandan children was petting it when King T-Challa and Okoye comes up to their hut.

“James.” Linda said nodding over to T-Challa as 2 of the Kings Guards men comes over with an equipment case opening it, Bucky and Linda walks over to the case seeing a new Black and Gold Vibranium arm.

“Where’s the fight?” Bucky said grabbing Linda hand both sharing the same thoughts.

“On its way.” T-Challa said. “Shuri wants the Blue Phoenix to come to her lab as soon as possible.”

“Yes King T-Challa.” Linda said watching them leave leaving the couple to their thoughts. “We will never get a break huh.” Bucky said as they walk back inside their hut. “All I wanted was to go to war come back and enjoy living a normal life with you in the 40’s, maybe pop out a few Barnes here and there but god love throwing me a curve ball. Now I finally get what I want, a quiet normal life with you only to have it end it in a fight. This is my punishment, this is what I get for all th...” He said sitting down on the bed rubbing his face.

“James none of what Hydra did was your control so don’t blame yourself for that. I understand how you feel but the world needs us. How about this, after all this is all over we go away off the grid just me and you. We can settle somewhere.” Linda said tilting his face up to look at her.

“You would do that?”

“Of course I would, you may have been fighting for 70 something years but I have been fighting for many more than that. I am tired of the fight. I just want you, and maybe like you said pop out a few Barnes.”

“I love you so much you know that.” He said

“And I love you too, now think about it. Now you will have 2 arms to finally do what you want with me.” She winks at him.

“God you are going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t you even start, we both know you are the one that is insatiable.” She said pushing him lightly on his shoulder making him chuckle.

“Can’t help it, 70 years dry spell will do that to a guy.” He joked winking back at her.

“Uh-huh, Now come on before Shuri get mad at us.”

After Bucky was fitted with the new arm, Shuri had excited move over to Linda with a new weapon for her to try.

“So I know you draw your energy from things around you to conjure your whip what if I told you I have a device small enough to hold your type of energy where you can conjure your whip at maximum capacity everytime without feeling drained.” Shuri said

“And I say you are lying?” Linda joked.

“I wish I was but I am a genius, here.” Shuri said throwing her a necklace containing a crystal Linda recognized immediately.

“How did you get this?” Linda said looking at the crystal she used back on asgard a long time ago.

“You ‘L’ sent us another package not to long ago label for emergencies only.” Shuri said.

“Thank you Shuri, you have no idea how much this means to me.” Linda said putting the necklace on feeling rejuvenated.

“Now get suited up, Captain Rogers shall be here any minute now.” Shuri said

Both Linda and Bucky for suited for the mission walking out of the palace holding each other's hands seeing the quinjet and the rest of their friend walking towards them

“How we looking?” They heard Natasha say

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…” T-Challa said nodding over to the them.

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man.” Bucky said letting Linda hand go hugging Steve.

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asks

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.”

“I missed you Linda.” Steve said giving Linda a hug.

“I missed you too Stevie.” She said before giving everyone else a quick hug before they move to Shuri Lab to see if they can remove the Stone from Vision.

Sam, Rhodes, Bucky, and Linda decided to stay outside on guard waiting only to see an alien vessel coming down straight toward them.

“Cap we got a situation here.” Sam said in the com as the defense shield surrounding them destroys the vessel.

“God, I love this place.” Bucky said as they all look up in the sky

“ Yeah, don't start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome.” Rhodes said watching 3 more ships burn through the sky.

“Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures. And get this man a shield.” T-Challa said through the com.

The soldiers all marched out to the appointed aircrafts and were all transported to the edge of the border.

“Always remember I will love you.” Bucky transmitted to Linda who looks over at him holding his hand.

“I love you too, We will do it together.” She answered back.

“This is going to end bad.”Bucky transmitted.

“Till the end of the line.” Linda joked making him roll his eyes.

“MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU! MAYEFA YA HU!” The Jabari warrior chants as M'Baku, rallies his soldiers

“Thank you for standing with us.” T-Challa said patting M’Baku on his shoulders. “Of course, brother.”

T-Challa, Steve, Linda, and Natasha walk to the edge of the barrier, where Proxima Midnight and Cull Obsidian stand seeing Proxima tests the strength of the barrier by drawing her sword across it consideringly. “Where's your other friend?” Natasha said.

“You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone.” Proxima Midnight said

“That's not gonna happen.” Steve said.

“You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” T-Challa said.

“We... have blood to spare.” Proxima Midnight said as she brandishes her sword with a snarl, and the ships behind her start raising their outer hulls to allow their "passengers" to disembark.

“Oh by the way Luna, I am sorry to say that your Asgardians family is dead.” She said with a smirk. Linda/Luna hands were radiating blue about to attack.

“Not now my love.” Bucky transmits into her feeling her rage stopping her as they walked back to the massed forces.

“Did they surrender?” Bucky asks

“Not exactly.” Steve said.

T-Challa leads the Wakandans in the war cry "Yibambe!" telling them to hold fast as the Outriders bound toward the barrier; Proxima drops her sword arm down in the signal to attack.

“What the hell.” Bucky said astonished by the amount of outsiders charging at the shield.

“Looks like we pissed her off.” Natasha said as they watch horrified as the Outriders bombard the force-field, squeezing limbs and bodies partly through only to be bisected.

“They're killing themselves.” Okoye said in disgust.

As a few Outriders managed to squeeze through intact, the Border Tribe take a knee and raise their shields. The Kingsguard behind them level their sonic spears over their comrades' shoulders, and on T-Challa's command, fire at the approaching monsters. Bucky uses his M-249 machine gun, Linda/Luna sends charges of her own, and Bruce fires the Hulkbuster's hand repulsors. “You seen the teeth on those things?” Sam said flying over them shooting as he goes

"Alright, back up, Sam. You're gonna get your wings singed.” Rhode flies over the heaviest concentration of Outriders and drops a barrage of mines, all exploding fantastically.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us... there's nothing between them and Vision.” Linda said as they watch the outsiders circle around the shield.

“Them we better keep 'em in front of us.”

“How do we do that?” Okoye asks T-challa

“We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen.” He said over the com.

“Requesting confirmation, my King. You said open the barrier?” Dome control asks

“On my signal.”

“This will be the end of Wakanda.” M’Baku said

“Then it will be the noblest ending in history.” Okoye answers.

Steve readies his Vibranium shields with Linda/Luna conjuring both her whips ready to fight. T-Challa commands in Xhosa; the Border Tribesmen disengage their shields and stand, as he walks out in front of them, never taking his eyes off the enemy. “ WAKANDA FOREVER!” He shouts crosses his arms in the Wakandan salute and closes his Black Panther helmet, charging for the barrier. The heroes and leaders are at the fore of the charge. Halfway to the barrier, the Black Panther shouts into his comm “Now!”

Steve, T-Challa, and Linda picks up their speed and full at full charge leaps into action attack. Linda whips her whip practically disintegrate whatever her line of target. “Oh how I miss you Lunar.” She said to her crystal.

“I see how you it is my love.” Bucky transmitted jokingly into her mind while he shoots the outsiders.

“Jealous of it?” Linda snarks back playfully with a smirk on her face.

“Gotta say though doll seeing you in full attack mode is doing things to me.” He thought sending her an image

“Maybe once this is over you can make it a reality.” She moans in her mind hearing him chuckle.

“God I love this bond.” He answers as they both never stopped fighting.

The fighting continued non stop for who knows how long before they were starting to get way to outnumbered. Linda/Luna felt Bucky struggles through their bond fights over to him seeing him knocked over trying to fight the outsider with his favorite knife who was snapping their fangs at him, then Rhode, Banner, one by one getting swamped with Outsiders. She was about to jump to Bucky when someone enters her mind.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #steve rogers #the first avenger #originl character #chris evans #original character #winter solider x you #winter soldier #captain america #infinity war #marvel

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thebigpapilio · 5 years ago

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The Koopa, The Dad, & The Better

This writing is inspired from/based on “https://duckapus.tumblr.com/post/184704406530/i-want-bowser-to-punch-gabriel-agreste-in-the-face by @duckapus“. It’s also a not-exactly-sequel to my post “https://thebigpapilio.tumblr.com/post/175002411360/mario-fans-heres-a-thought”.

Bowser had been monstrous, forceful, and many other things he would spend his life atoning for, but he was by no means a bad father. The Koopalings - quite young at the time - were entrusted to him by their blood father should they fall in battle. The previous Boom Boom had been loyal and a great ally of the Koopa royal lineage, so when the sad day came that he fell - thankfully long before Mario, or things would be a lot worse between the plumber and his adopted kids - Bowser was more than willing to take the mantle. Bowser took as good care of them as he could, and Kamek helped him through the whole family’s issues. Even when Junior was born, Kamek was there for all of them.

Bowser had been angry his father magically forced Kamek to hide the truth of the racism that started the generational war between the Koopa & Mushroom Kingdoms with a silencing spell, he knew it was not Kamek’s fault and forgave him. After learning the truth, Bowser swore to fix his father’s mistakes, and it was not much later that a peace treaty resumed, complete with Peach’s also-restricted memories being restored.

It also helped him move on from the then-princess, which was good, because when he had arrived to offer peace, he’d just missed Mario proposing.

After fixing up everything, Peach saw fit for Bowser to be invited to the wedding, though Mario had still been suspicious of him.

Nevertheless, despite Bowser’s newly-attained and seemingly-infinite patience, there had been - and there still would be - plenty of times in Bowser’s life when he became especially angry.

When he was taken away from his childhood best friend Peach? Mostly confused, but still angry.

When he first lost to Mario, followed by an uncounted amount of repeated results? He’d been furious, and with each time he returned from a fight in great pain, he found less and less things more aggravating than so much as the thought of that provocative plumber.

When memories of his father and why he “hated” the Mushroom Kingdom returned to him? Bowser thought he couldn’t be angrier.

But after he stepped into that portal disguised as a human, Bowser found himself to be wrong.

It had started when he’d saved the kid from collateral damage caused by one of those… what was it, akumas? To his horror, he learned this was a regular occurrence in the city from the boy (Adrien, Bowser, his name is Adrien) in a tone more surprised that he didn’t know. That was fair, but the tone should have been a red flag that something was wrong. Later, he watched the boy’s ride show up at his school while walking by, and his heart broke watching how fast Adrien’s face fell.

It got worse when he started sending in spies. They returned with information of his dad and secretary being incredibly inconsiderate of Adrien and what he wanted, telling him what he was going to do as if he had no choice, and even when he did them, he was treated like a rebellious teen. Apparently, it was so bad the kid had fought to go to the public school. Junior didn’t mind being tutored, but Bowser still knew that even if his kids hadn’t wanted to do evil like they had done, the Koopa King would still be supportive of him and his siblings.

Bowser had been about to lose his temper for the first time in what may have been a record-breaking drought when a Paratroopa returned with urgent news. When Bowser learned about the correlation behind the two pitiful excuses for “adults” and the reason behind the villains, he knew something had to be done.

He couldn’t do it alone, however - he had to do things more quietly than an invasion could, and while he was incredibly strong, he would be outnumbered, and he was especially bad against smaller & faster opponents, if Mario and Luigi (he’d finally remembered to not address the younger hero as Green 'Stache) were anything to go by. Plus, he was mad right n-

The Mario Brothers.

Bowser couldn’t think of anyone better to help him then the newly-dubbed Mushroom King and his brother. Luigi and Bowser were on decent terms, but that didn’t seem to be enough for his bro - even when Bowser helped find a way back to the brothers’ home world, Mario still seemed to not trust Bowser, however quiet or loud he was about it. The Koopa King wondered if this plan he was forming would get Mario to fully trust him.

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Mario and Luigi had been suspicious at first at a request for help - as much as Bowser had changed, the Koopa King seldom asked for help, certainly not in the desperate fashion that he had. But Luigi convinced at least get Mario to hear the Koopa King out, and looking back, Mario thought it was a good idea - when Bowser explained the situation, the Mario Brothers would have agreed instantly had Bowser not wanted to explain how bad it was.

Mario had mostly been on guard due to their wedding; he wasn’t exactly of noble stock, and if he were to let his Queen be taken by someone they had known was not always trustworthy, he didn’t know what anyone - least of all him - would think of the new King. But Peach seemed to trust the former enemy after missing memories returned, and Bowser had looked like a husk of himself on that day, so Mario had been too shocked by this new information to really do much at the time.

With the peace between the two Kingdoms, Mario had seldom needed to do any hero work with the Koopa army practically handling all defensive matters for him, so if nothing else, this was an excuse to get some exercise and do good for someone.

Besides, this was a human from a parallel world to he and his brother’s, right? The Mushroom World had ultimately changed their lives for the better, and if this Adrien kid needed it, they would do the same for him.

After conferring with Peach and making a plan, the three fighters were ready to go. Going through the portal made things a bit awkward given the wait and Bowser’s human disguise, but Mario finally started to feel that Bowser was becoming better.

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Just our luck that there’s an akuma attack going on, Bowser mused.

Looking further at the situation, there appeared were multiple akumas and two new creatures that Bowser assumed to be sentimonsters - Hawkmoth had decided to try Heroes’ Day again, it appeared, but this time he was nowhere to be found, a young, brown-haired girl in the villain’s costume.

In a hidden spot near the battlefield, Bowser murmured to Mario and Luigi to go and help the heroes, saying he needed to save Adrien first. They all wore communicators - Bowser’s on an arm bracer, and the Mario Brothers under their hats. Nodding, they went off to go help, a well-placed fireball knocking Befana off her motorcycle and ultimately ending up purified in Luigi’s arms. Chat Noir - the kid was there, which made Bowser’s job a lot easier - and his friends were caught off guard, but when the brothers started to keep pace, they relaxed and returned to fighting the akumas once more.

Bowser would have loved to join them, but he had bigger fish to fry. Transforming back into his true form, he took off for Gabriel’s mansion.

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Hawkmoth and Mayura were a bit worried when new heroes stepped in. It was already a taller order than last time due to the reactivated Monkey, Snake, & Horse joining the original five, but they had saved up enough energy to be at least on par with that. When the dynamic duo showed up, however, the villains started to become quite uncomfortable.

On the battlefield, Luigi’s hammer smashed the last akumatized item - Volpina’s necklace. This Lila girl had turned out to be willingly akumatized and working with the villains, and she was promptly taken to the police by an infuriated Carapace and Rena Rouge while the other heroes celebrated.

The brothers’ communicators came on then, their draconid ally’s voice arriving right on time.

“You guys cleaned up yet?”

“Perfect timing, big guy!” Mario said, the two brothers watching as Carapace and Rena Rouge returned.

“Good. Now, tell them to follow you to the big bads’ place, got it?”

With all the up-close fights Bowser and the brothers had, they still forgot sometimes that in the end, he was a born leader and knew how to give commands without being angry. Walking over to the heroes, they introduced themselves as “Fireball” and “Green Thunder,” and told the heroes not only that that they’d been doing detective work about Hawkmoth’s identity but that they’d tracked him down, with someone holding personal quarrel with the villain already confronting him.

Ladybug would have spoken first, but she was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering from a while away.

“That’s our cue, then…” Green Thunder smiled. Gesturing in the direction of the sound, he continued, “...care to follow us there?”

You would have thought their heads would fly off their necks with how fast they nodded.

Meanwhile, Hawkmoth and Mayura caught their breaths after dodging the shards of glass sent their way. When they looked up, their breaths were caught once more as they took in the appearance of the cross-looking creature whose glare that screamed you are in for the beatdown of your life. Fortunately for Mayura, she could see that the glare was mostly trained on her boss. Unfortunately for her, it was only mostly.

“Hawkmoth and Nathalie Sancoeur,” he uttered, and the two in question froze up in not only shock at this creature’s ability to speak so clearly and the fact he appeared to know Mayura’s identity but confusion, because this beast referred to Gabriel as Hawkmoth, even though at this point there was no conceivable reason this monster did not know that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

“I have some words for you.”

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“You may never have heard of me, given the differences of our origins, so let me tell you just who you’re messing with.”

Slowly stomping towards them, he proceeded to do just so. “I am King Bowser Koopa, ruler of Dark Land and former villain. I’m the ex-scourge of the Mushroom Kingdom and the first of the Seven Star Children. I was known as the Final Boss, the Destroyer of the Dark Star, and old enemies-turned-friends once called me la tartaruga mortale - the death turtle."

To himself, Bowser thanked Luigi and Mario for teaching him Italian, because someone needed to know it other than those two if the brothers went evil.

"I did a lot of evil things in my career as a villain - I’ve conquered galaxies simply because they stood in my way.”

“I could raze you and this whole mansion to the ground right now if I wanted,” he roared, clearly putting fear into the two villains, “but I won’t. You wanna know why?”

At their somewhat-frantic nods, any amusement on his face said goodbye.

“Because there’s a kid in this place.”

At their slight confusion, he scowled. At this point he stood over the floored duo.

“The title I hold more dearly to me than any of the ones I just named is Dad. I have eight wonderful children, and every day of my life I do my best to make sure they want for nothing, least of all my attention. ”

At that point he snatched Mayura’s brooch faster than either of them could react, leaving a stunned Nathalie Sancoeur in her place. Looking back for a second, he noticed the other heroes had arrived - Red & Green with them. Grinning, he returned to Hawkmoth’s fearful gaze.

“Now I’m not perfect, true, but at least I try. I support my kids, I take time to understand them and their interests, I teach them as best as I can, and even if they hadn’t wanted to follow in my villainous footsteps during that time, I like to think I would have respected that and continued to love them nonetheless.”

His glare hardened even further.

“Too tall an order for you, huh? If you can pretend to be the fashion mogul known as Gabriel Agreste, I think you could easily take time to be a parent to your kid.”

“Why do you keep saying he’s not Hawkmoth?” Chat Noir spoke up from Roi Singe & Ladybug’s grips.

“For what I know, Gabriel Agreste was a kind, caring, and patient guy who liked to do good for others simply for the sake of it. This guy doesn’t fit the description, so he can’t be Hawkmoth, right?”

It was clear that Bowser knew Gabriel was Hawkmoth, but the message he was conveying was clearer - Gabriel had changed, and not for the better.

“You’re using your grief as an excuse to hold your son at arms’ length, but you only take control of him when it’s convenient. If I asked you about his favorite color, or his friends’, or what he wants to do with his life if he could choose, or even what he thinks of the “designer clothes” you stick him in, how much could you really tell me?”

At this, Hawkmoth was silent. Bowser let out an angry snort, then finished his tirade.

“I’m not gonna go too far on your failing attempts at villainy. You’re a faulty & foolish failure as a villain and a parent, and as I said earlier, if it wasn’t for the kid, you’d be burned to a crisp and stomped into a paste - not to mention scum like you aren’t worth the effort.”

He picked up the main villain, dropped him on his two feet, and with a growl of “Get bent.” he walloped him into the wall with a single punch.

Hawkmoth would wake up after about a week and a half in the hospital, having changed from purple to white. A change to orange would follow soon after.

But for now, Bowser would turn around to face the other heroes. He would help get the detransformed shell of Gabriel to the police and hospital, and after taking the Black Cat wielder aside, he gave him a small remote-like item he’d packed that let him and anyone he wanted - other than Hawkmoth and Nathalie - come to the Koopa Kingdom if he wanted or needed to.

Bowser sometimes felt the repercussions of his past villainy too strongly. But whenever he remembered that day - especially punching Hawkmoth in the face - he felt a lot better about himself.

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