#just saw a literal 10 year old get mad over the word minor

[mx-paint]

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[turquoisea]

Family reunion

Pairing: Dabi/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-con, Degradation, Brother/Sister Incest, Manipulation, Guilt-tripping, OOC, Smut

Contains manga spoilers. Minors DNI.

Words: 4130

Synopsis: You was kidnapped while on your way home from work. Turned out your kidnapper was someone you knew.

A/N: I don't own any of the characters. Please read the warnings before continuing and we're gonna jump straight to the scene after (y/n) had been kidnapped (because i was too lazy to write the former part OTL)

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Unable to escape from the kidnapper’s tight rope around your wrists, you helplessly let him carry you to somewhere that looked like an abandoned building. Not like you could exactly tell where it was, given the fact that your eyes had been covered ever since he captured you until you two “arrived” at the destination. Either had you been able to scream or to call for help, “If you decide to be a naughty little girl and make a fuss, or to even let a single person know about this and hinder my work, I can and I will burn your whole workplace while letting your watch every single second of it.” – the kidnapper had threatened, making panic surged within your body; the only thing you could blurt out to answer his “Is that clear?” was a simple “Yes.” Not wanting to involve any of your aquaintances, you decided to keep your mouth shut the entire time. You thought that it was a better idea to wait until you could learn about what he wanted, his motives behind this before trying to escape.

He placed you down on the floor after carrying you into a small room with the action being a little too gentle for a kidnapper, you thought and opened your eyes only to be met with a pair of turquoise gazes, slightly hidden behind his spiky black hair. Those reminded you of Shouto’s left eye color but they had a rather.. captivating effect, making you unable to tear your eyes off them. More like Touya’s eyes – the recollection passing your mind was quickly brushed off, given the harsh reality that Touya has been dead for more than 10 years. You cautiously opened your mouth to ask, still keeping eye contact.

"What do you want?"

“…What do I want?” He repeated the question before slowly taking off his black face mask. The way he did it was deliberate, elegant even, as if he was putting on a show to reveal what’s hidden behind the mask. In front of you was an abnormal façade: Purple skin lied under his eye bags, his lower cheeks and lower lip, all the way down to his collarbone; connected together with the normal parts of the skin by surgical staples. An audible gasp escaped your throat the moment you realized that the man who abducted you was the wanted criminal you saw on TV.

“League of Villains.. You’re.. You’re Dabi…”

“Dabi? Ah yes, people call me that now. But I thought you would recognize me now, you’re my family after all..” He trailed off at the end, as though he was rather hurt by your comment.

“Family? Stop joking now, we don’t even know each other!”

“You sure? Even when you used to call me Touya-nii with that sweet voice of yours?”

“I said stop!! Listen, I have no idea why you know about Touya but he’s not alive anymore, don’t bring him into this!” Your shaking voice resounded with rage. In the past few years you’d partly moved on from your brother’s death, even learned how to stop tearing up whenever someone mentions him. To say you was mad was an understatement, since the kidnapper crossed the line, pulled out those emotions that you’d tried so hard to hide them away. You couldn’t stay calm anymore. This villain and the audacity to even mention Touya, let alone making such an unbearable joke about him.

“(y/n)-chan,” The way he called your name was too familiar “you still have the habit of defending me after all this time.”

“Wh..What.. do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember? You were always there to patch me up every time I went out training on my own. Those nights that distress and hatred consumed me, you were the only one who was willing to give me a shoulder to cry on, to hear me rant about that stupid family. You were the only one who didn’t refuse to look at a “failure” like me while our father focused all his attention on that “masterpiece”. You made me feel like I’m not useless, (y/n)-chan. Sure you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“You’re.. lying.. Touya-nii is..”

“Yes, yes. Everybody thought so.” He interrupted. “But I escaped from the fire and as you can see,” He raised his hand to touch the staples. “I’m still here. If I’d died in that fire, I would have become a ghost, an evil spirit to haunt the hell out of Todoroki Enji.” The explanation ended with a snort.

But not for you, you couldn’t possibly laugh about it the way he did. You were nothing but speechless. The big brother you once thought wasn’t here, could never be here with you anymore was still alive and kicking. Thoughts of how Touya had managed to live since that day started to emerge your mind and probably because of the invisible connection, the blood connection between you two, you could feel his pain, his suffering, the dull ache that never go away in every single staple on his body… It must’ve been hard for a thirteen-year-old child to manage by himself after crawling out of a literal hell, you thought, mouth still agaped with astonishment. Tears neither stopped welling up, nor did they escape your shiny orbs when you looked at him through your blurry vision. You had so many questions to ask, but none of them could be voiced.

“But that’s the story for another day. Now, we have to celebrate the happy reunion of brother and sister, right?” He interrupted your thoughts before slowly approaching you. His tall body hovered over yours, enhancing the feeling of being small and helpless as your hands still being tied behind your back. He gripped your jaw with one hand, the other started to work on the buttons of your shirt while Touya’s slightly chapped lips met your own in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned passionate, sloppy with his tongue chasing every corner of your mouth.

“Touya..nii..” You panted between his kisses, trying your best to stop him from doing what you think he was trying to do. “We shouldn’t.. You shouldn’t do this.. We’re siblings..”

“Ah yes, you’re my favorite sibling after all, one more reason why we should do this, right?” His stapled mouth stretched into a huge grin, then he leaned back to take in the view of your body.

“My little sister has grown up.. To be honest, I didn’t have any of these dirty thoughts when we were children but now, I just want to fucking ravish you until all you can think of is me and my cock.”

His dirty talk sent a shiver thorough your body and you started to feel heat coiling up in your core. As if amused, turned on by your reaction, Touya grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze, causing a soft moan to escape your pump lips.

“What was that? Don’t tell me (y/n)-chan is aroused by her very own brother, hm? I’ve been stalking you for a while, my little sister. ‘Twas hard to find you since you don’t live at that house anymore. Can’t believe behind all those innocent act is a little whore who gets aroused easily by her Touya-nii.” He spat out, specifically emphasized the phrase you used to call him. Blue eyes looking down at you as if you were indeed what he said – a slut waiting to be bred.

“Touya-nii.. Please stop it.. I don’t want this..” Looking up at him through your wet lashes, you said with a whimper, begging him to stop.

Little did you know it had no such effect for Touya. Seeing your vulnerable face in a helpless state only boosted his ego; he felt as if he was the only one you could rely on, the only one who was able to decide your fate and damn, he could never get bored of this.

“What a pity, (y/n)-chan, because I, in fact, DO want this.” Touya murmured between kisses, leaving red spots blossoming all over your breasts, your shoulders, your collarbone. “Don’t you want to make your Touya-nii happy (y/n)-chan? You see, there hadn’t been a single day in which these staples stopped hurting me whenever I move. My tear glands were burned ever since the fire. I couldn’t cry because when I do, it hurts and blood flows out of my eye bags.” His fingers indicated the purple skin underneath his eyes as he continued. “I've lived with emotional numbness ever since. Your big brother doesn't feel anything anymore, (y/n)-chan..” Touya trailed off.

“But you, the only one who didn’t refuse to look at me... Having you here with me really makes me happy, and the kind little sister I know wouldn’t want to take that happiness away from me right?..” Turquoise orbs looked up at you through black strands of hair. As if wavering, as if pleading, as if he was asking you for your consent.

All to hide the fact that he guilt-tripped you into this.

And with him being a quick-witted, perceptive man, Touya’s tactics were never fruitless. He could tell your conscience would be troubled if you’d turned him down, especially when he phrased the words like that. He took advantage of the shocking state you were in, making you feel pity for him and overlook his immoral behaviours.

Touya waited with bated breath, eye contact still maintained.

“I..I want Touya-nii to be happy..” – your reply after a moment of thinking only caused a chuckle to escape his mouth and it’s almost like this was all he had been waiting for, all in his anticipation. This was the exact reaction that Touya wanted and as your best big brother ever, he couldn’t possibly put off anymore without his hands as your bra, nor could he wait any longer to secure this “happiness”.

“Knew my favorite sister would say that.” Touya couldn’t hide his triumphant expression when he quickly made his way down to your skirt, lifting it up so he could see what’s underneath. Gently, he palmed your groin before dragging his middle finger between your clothed slit only to find that your panties was already soaked.

“Oh? I already knew you were a whore behind your innocent façade but didn’t think you would be this shameless.. Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “Getting all nice and wet for your own brother. You said you wanted to make me happy but in truth, you just need to feel nii-san’s cock inside your hole right? Shameless slut.”

You groaned in exasperation and opened your mouth to protest but before you could even say anything, he ripped your white panties apart, making you squirm in awe. The rough pad of his thumb dragged over your clit while his knees spread your legs wide and held them in places. Touya’s finger slowly rubbed your clit in a circular motion and you couldn’t help but wanting more of those frictions, your hips involuntarily bucked forward.

“I was going to eat my favorite little sister out, but it seems like you can’t wait any longer huh? Look at this little pussy..” He said while using his index and middle finger to swipe at your entrance, gathering your juices on them, his eyes didn’t miss the way it clenched around nothing. “You must be so, so desperate to feel anything inside your pathetic hole, right? Will my fingers be enough to satisfy it?”

“Touya-nii..”

“Don’t be vague, (y/n)-chan. Sure you don’t want to hump a pillow like a dumb slut with her hands still tied while watching me masturbate to the sight of you right? Because if you don’t use your words now, I might let us do that for real.”

“Please, Touya-nii, I don’t want to! I want.. to be filled up by you instead..”

Upon hearing your words, Touya started palming the large bulge of his pants before unzipping the fermeture, gently pulled his boxer down to show you what’s underneath. Your eyes widened at the sight of Touya’s veiny cock. It was not as big as what you usually see on movies (not that you don’t know the porn industry isn’t anywhere near realistic), but rather thin and long as it was hard, practically throbbing in his palm whenever he stroked the shaft. However, what made you surprise was the shiny Prince Albert piercing located on the glans, signaling a hard time in the near future for your cervix.

Seeing your face expression only made Touya’s smirk grew wider and he looked like the cat that got the cream when he continued making you use more of your words, making you beg for his cock.

“And you want to be filled by what?”

As hesitant as you were after seeing his cock piercing, the way his fingers ignited sparkles of fire inside your core had your pride, your uncertainty wavering. You’d rather be fucked until your mouth can’t even form a coherent sentence than be left naked and needy while watching him masturbates until he cums anywhere that’s not inside your pussy. So you used your words, like a good girl should.

“By your cock, Touya-nii! I want you to fuck me hard!”

“Sure thing, my cute little slut.” He cooed. “Who am I to refuse to give my sister what she needs? I’m a good brother after all.”

And as a “good” brother he was, Touya even slide his fingers inside your wet pussy to prepare you for his cock. Despite having a fire quirk like your father, his fingers were cold and were only warmed up by the heat inside your core. They smoothly pumped into you, scissored you open, sometimes even curled up on purpose only to slightly brush against your soft spot, leaving you wanting more. His other hand found its way again on your clit, rubbing and circling along with his continuous fingering until you were nothing but a moaning mess, begging for your release.

He decided that he’d prepared you enough and retreat his fingers just before you could reach your climax. You whimpered loudly when he took the orgasm away from you, legs instantly wrapped around his hips to pull him closer. You had never felt this touch-starved before and all you could think of was only your Touya-nii, his captivating blue gazes, his touch, his voice and his pierced cock that somehow fits perfectly on his slim but toned body. You needed to feel him and you clumsily rubbed your pussy against Touya while trying to break free from the ropes tying your wrists together. But all that you could do wasn’t near enough so you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Touya-nii.. Please.. Please give me your cock.. I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock inside me..”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.” Touya sneered as if he wasn’t the one who purposefully denied your orgasm before holding his cock, rubbing the swollen red tip at your entrance, feeling your juices mixing with beads of his precum then thrusted it all the way in. You both winced the moment you and your brother became one: you from the depth that his cock could go and him from the way your walls clenched around it.

“(y/n)-chan.. Your little pussy feels so tight.. Not that I mind how many people you slept with but damn.. This pussy's a keeper for sure..” Sighing with a shaky voice, he pulled out slowly only to slam back in ruthlessly. His hands used the dagger from before to release your aching wrists then started to rub small circles on them as if to soothe the pain. With your hands now free from bound, you wrapped them around Touya’s neck to pull him even closer, your lips moved under his to meet them in a kiss.

"Touya-nii.. Please move.." After a moment long enough for your pussy to stretch to his size, you broke from the passionate kiss to whisper to him; your tongue softly licked his lower lip, feeling the rough texture while your pussy clenched around his cock. You lifted your hips, inviting your big brother to bury his hot member deeper into you.

"Eager, aren't we?" To your plea, he only chuckled before moving his hand to grab a handful of your tits, squeezing the soft mound, toying with your swollen nipple. "Your wish is my command, my baby sister. Nii-san's going to make you feel really good now." His voice sounded so sensual when he moved his mouth close to your ear, whispered honeyed-words then nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to clench your pussy even more.

Touya's hands traveled down to grab both of your asscheeks, held them tightly in their places before he started thrusting his pulsing cock. "So good.. Touya-nii.." You moaned in rhythm with his hips whenever he bottomed out inside you; his cock piercing rubbed your walls every time he moved. The friction felt heavenly that you could feel your legs started to shake as if you couldn't control them anymore. He was different. His cock was different from anything you'd ever experienced. Touya filled you up so well, both physically and emotionally, making you feel good, feel loved, making tears well up in your eyes.

He let your legs rest on his shoulders as he continued claiming your pussy to himself, each thrust was hard and deep 'til the point that Touya's tip touched your cervix whenever he sheathed his full length in you. It hurt, but it hurt so good that not only did you not want it to stop, you wanted more and more of him, you wanted to indulge longer in this sinful pleasure.

"Fuck.. You're so tight around me.." He groaned as his pace became faster. A hand retreated from under you to hover above your neglected clit before he started stroking it softly, rubbing back and forth, drawing repeated circles onto your bundle of nerves.

Touya didn't leave anywhere on your body untouched: your tits, your belly, your inner thighs, your asscheeks, your clit, your core. His name fell out of your lips between heated moans like prayers and the pleasure kept building up that you felt like you're about to burst into bliss. Everything was so intense and you started to you wonder, is it because he denied your orgasm before or because his cock could actually bring you heaven? Those thoughts crossed your mind but you didn't know the answer. He'd fucked you dumb and now you couldn't think of anything else other than him and the tension deepening in your lower belly.

"Touya-nii.. 'M wanna cum.. Please.. Please let me cum.." You whined when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, afraid that he would deny it again if you don't beg.

"Cum on my cock baby, let me feel you. And you should be.. Fuck.. grateful that I let you do it.." He didn't stop his assault on your clit as he railed you hard and fast, his thrust grew sloppier when your pussy clamped down on him. Wet noises echoed in the abandoned building along with your whines and the moans that Touya tried to hold back.

"Thank you.. Thank you Touya-nii.. for letting me cum.." was all you managed to choke out before you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut causing tears of pleasure to fall out and your pussy clenched around him as you released your pent-up pressure.

"Attagirl, nii-san loves you.. Gonna officially mark you now, 'mkay? Gonna breed this little sister's pussy, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby in you.." Touya leaned over to whisper into your open mouth, planting chaste kisses all over your face while sloppily humping your body like an animal. You could feel him burry himself deep inside you when his brows furrowed and he muttered "Fuck" before Touya came inside your pussy. His thick ropes were hot as they spilled into your womb, painting your walls with his colour.

A moment passed with nothing but pants as you both tried to regain your breaths. You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow with his cock still plugged in when you heard the clicking sound of a camera. Your eyes immediately shot open only to find Touya holding his phone in hand.

"Touya-nii.. Did you just.." You warily asked.

"Oh? Did I forget to tell you?" Touya casually looked up from his phone, a smirk tugged at the corner of his stapled mouth and he suddenly looked so strange, as if the person in front of you and the one who just came inside you was two different people.

"You see, there are two possible ways to completely break Todoroki Enji." He began explaining, his voice distant. "One, is to kill his masterpiece Shouto right in front of him by the own hands of his 'failure'."

"And two," His eyes locked with you as his smirk grew wider. "is to let him see his pure little angel being corrupted by the abandoned son." Touya finished his short speech, his hips pulled back so his now limp cock fell out of you with a wet pop. White cum slowly dripped out of your used pussy, all captured by the camera again.

You could see the flame of anger burning in his eyes when he mentioned your father's name and the tone of disgust in his voice when he spoke lowly of himself. There were so many problems that you didn't know where to begin with. All you could do was hang your mouth open, speechlessly watched him typing something on the phone.

"There, all done." Touya cheerfully informed. "Don't worry a thing, my baby sister, no one will get to keep those pictures except for me. I sent them to the old man using Vanish Mode, he'll see them for a few seconds before they disappear forever, just like how his little angel vanish from his life. Oh how I wish I could see his expression when he opens my messages."

You were absolutely stunned. You never thought your dead brother was able to come out alive, let alone to even have a detailed plan to destroy your father's mentality. There were so many things that your mind couldn't process in an instant.

"So you.. So you fucked me just for this?.." Your voice came out shakier than you expected. Your hands unconsciously moved to cover yourself as you hugged your own body, the world starting to crumble in your eyes.

"Partly, yes. But I wasn't lying when I said I love you." Touya planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

"E-Enough with all of this. I'm going home!" You raised your voice and wriggled out of his touch.

"Can't let you do that (y/n)-chan. The world doesn't know me as Touya, you're the first, the honorable one. Can't risk you leaking my secret right? And I plan to torture old man's mind repeatedly with more images of you, just like how he projected everything onto me when I was young." He tilted his head and laughed, and suddenly you couldn't tell whether his laughter was genuine or was an act of mockery. Probably both.

"Besides, I'm a little.. disappointed that my favorite sister actually wants to part so, so soon, especially when we just had a rather.. emotional family reunion, no?" His mood seemed to light up as he continued speaking.

"What.. do you mean by that? Just let me go already! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Tears started to form in your eyes as you slowly realized what the man meant. You were uncomfortable with the room's atmosphere; it's overwhelming you and you didn't want to stay any longer. You looked behind him, trying to figure out an escape path.

"Now, if you wanted to go so badly," - your actions couldn't escape his perceptive eyes - "I'm gonna escort you to a better place, 'mkay? They're gonna track down this place soon enough since I texted him with my phone. But don't you worry, nii-san won't let anyone hurt you, my (y/n)."

Touya had an almost-innocent smile when he approached you with his arms open, as if waiting for you to give him a hug. You backed away, but as stubborn as this Capricorn man was, he still wrapped his arms around you.

Ever since your childhood, Touya's body was warm, Touya's embrace was always comforting. But now, everything he did chilled you to the bone, making you start to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly you felt a sharp prick on your skin; followed by your consciousness slowly slipping away. Your vision started to grow blurry and all you heard before you drifted off was his voice, whispering to your ear.

"Now we won't be alone anymore."

The End.

A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed it! English isn't my first language so please be gentle with me QwQ. Thanks for reading!

[quokkacore]

lost and found [bang chan]

summary: looking for your soulmate is difficult to do when you’re also looking after your daughter. but on a chance shopping trip, when you lose her, you end up finding her, and your soulmate, whose soft smile and cute dimples offer a lot of promise.

pairing: musician!chan x singlemom!reader

genre: soulmates au, slice of life, meet-cute, holiday special-ish?, fluff, minor angst towards the beginning.

warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping, language, eating 

song rec: exo - wait // chen - shall we?

word count: 2.1k

a/n: helena writing something that isnt angsty or smutty? apparently thats possible. december is gonna be pure winter fics says the girl who lives in a country where its SUMMER but go off and i’m posting a two part exo fic tht i’m rlly excited for on christmas eve and christmas day, so pls look forward to tht ^^

It only took a minute. It felt like even less. You turned your head to look for a sales employee, and let go of your 4 year old daughter’s hand to grab the hand she was holding onto to look through the shirts you were going through. Your eyes and hands were off of Annie for the briefest of moments, and when you reached out again, when you turned your head to look downward… gone. Like the wind. 

That had been ten minutes ago. Now, you were wandering around the department store like you had gone crazy. To a certain degree, you had. Don’t panic if you lose sight of your kid, all the parenting articles had said. So naturally, you were doing exactly that. Once your mind got the gears turning, it was hard to get them to stop. Your inner pessimist was already whispering to you, what if she left the building? What if some creep snatched her up? What if she had gotten hurt? 

Why couldn’t you have just stayed home on your day off? Why did you have to decide to haul yourself and your daughter along to the mall to do your holiday shopping today? You were immediately beginning to regret every decision you’d made in the past few hours, tears prickling in your eyes and a lump beginning to grow in your throat. 

You wondered vaguely if she’d left the department store and was now wandering around the mall. That could be an entirely different possibility. You’d gone around the department store twice now, not seeing a single sight of her. Your grip tightened on her winter coat—which she had given to you when it got too warm for her from being inside—and started looking for a security guard instead. Maybe they could call out to the other security guards in the mall and keep a lookout.

Just as you spotted one, beginning to think of what you could say to give a physical description—her hair and eye color, which were both the same as your own, the red t-shirt she had on, the jeans, her height—a notification bell rang throughout the department store on the speaker system. 

“To Annie’s mom, Y/N,” The woman on the PA system said, “Your daughter is at the help desk at the north entrance of the building.” 

A swell of relief swept through you as she repeated the announcement one more time, and your feet, of their own volition, started towards the exit of the department store. What a fucking relief. You had entered toward that side of the building; meaning, yes, she’d left the store, but she hadn’t gone too far. Your heart was racing, sprinting towards the entrance. Your eyes darted back and forth, desperately waiting for the desk to come into sight as you rounded the corner. 

When you turned, your eyes caught sight of your little girl, Annie, standing in front of the desk, teary-eyed, next to a young man in a black hoodie, watching her quietly. Your feet sped up, and when you were about fifteen feet away from the desk, your daughter turned her head to the sound of quick feet making a mad dash across the floor. Her eyes widened, and her little feet shot in your direction. “Mommy!”

She ran up to you, and you crouched to grab her in your arms, engulfing her in a hug that felt like it was more for your sake than for hers. You could feel a giant weight falling off of your shoulders as he sniffled against your shoulder. You found yourself having to blink tears out of your eyes. Pulling away a few seconds later, you wiped away a stray tear trickling down your little girl’s cheek.

“Honey, you can’t just walk away from me like that,” You murmured shakily, “I was so worried.” 

“‘M sorry, mommy,” She sighed in a small voice, lower lip wobbling. Your heart clenched at how upset she was, and you put your hand on her cheek to calm her down. “Wanted t’go look at the toys. But I didn’t see you ‘nymore after.”

You sighed, pursing your lips. “I’m so glad you’re safe. How did you find your way to the desk?”

Annie turned her head, wide eyes fixing on the man in the oversized hoodie. Dark, frizzy curls paired with eyes of the same color, warm and welcoming, watching your interaction with his elbow propped up against the desk. “He helped me. Showed me where t’go.”

Your eyes met the man’s, and you stood slowly, holding onto Annie’s hand. You made your way over to him, flashing him a small friendly smile. “Annie says you helped her find her way here? I can’t thank you enough. I was this close to losing my mind.” 

He let out a quiet laugh, nodding sympathetically. “I can imagine,” He replied, revealing a deep Australian accent, “I remember when I was a kid, my little sister got lost at the supermarket. My mum just ‘bout went nuts looking for her, and she was only missing for like five minutes. When I saw your daughter all alone, I got this horrible feeling, and I remembered my mum… I couldn’t just leave her there, y’know?”

You laughed. “Kids,” You sighed warmly, “You can’t take your eyes off of them, not even for a second. But honestly, thank you, uh, Mr…?”

He smiled, and as your other turbulent emotions began to subside, you realized he was insanely cute, taking note of his rosy, heart-shaped lips and his dimple. “Bang Chan. Uh, but just Chan is fine! Really.”

“Chan,” you repeated, your smile growing. You turned your head to look down at Annie. “And, what do we say to Chan for helping you, Annie? Sweetie...?”

But she didn’t seem to be listening to you. She was too busy gawking at your hand, which was holding onto her little one. You furrowed your brows, eyes falling to where she was looking, before your mouth fell open. 

This was the last thing you were expecting, you thought, as your eyes fell upon the red string tied around your finger, eyes trailing forward, forward, until they made their way to Chan’s index finger, and then even further, meeting Chan’s eyes, which were wide as saucers. Evidently, he hadn’t been expecting this either.

 “Mommy,” Annie said, confused, “That string just showed up out of nowhere. Like magic!” 

It was your turn to not answer now, too in shock, blinking stupidly at Chan, who was doing the same. It felt like an out of body experience, unable to stop your mouth from gaping like a fish, while watching you and this ridiculously charming, handsome-for-absolutely-no-reason man come to the realization that the universe had tied you together, quite literally.

“I-I…” You choked out, unable to speak. Oh my god, you idiot, you thought, say something! Don’t just stare!

“Mommy.” Annie’s free hand was tugging on your long, brown winter coat now, which snapped you out of your idiotic gawking. You looked down at her, and her eyes were glittering with excitement. “The string! ‘S’the one you told me about last week! Th’one that shows up when you meet your… your… snow mate!”

That seemed to truly snap you out of it, for some reason, and you let out a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh.

“Annie, I think you mean soulmate.”

“Yeah, that!” She started jumping up and down, and your face grew a crooked smile. You looked back at Chan, who was watching the interaction warmly. His eyes met yours when he realized you were looking at him, and he smiled at you in a way that made your heart do an anxious little tap dance, like he had known you for years and wanted to catch up.

In a way, it was true.

“So…” You said, “You said your name was Chan?”

He giggled a little at your breathless tone, and you grinned giddily. You felt like a teenager. It was honestly a bit embarrassing. 

“You wanna get some lunch? My treat.” He sounded insistent, but his eyes were still creased up with his welcoming smile. “I insist.”

“What are the odds?” You asked with a smile, having finished your lunch—some pizza from the mall Chan had insisted on paying for—a few minutes ago, now watching Annie run around over on the indoor playground with some other kids there. Chan was sitting across from you at the table. “The last thing I was expecting was to find you, y’know?”

“I think there was a higher priority on your list of things you needed to find at the moment.”

“Ha, ha,” You deadpanned, “You’re hilarious. Tell another one.”

“Alright, what do you call a—”

“No!” You said with a giggle. “I heard enough earlier when you told me the one about the yakuza and the jacuzzi.”

Chan laughed gleefully, resting his chin on his hand. The string had since disappeared—they disappeared some ten minutes after meeting your soulmate. “But really, it is pretty crazy. I read a few weeks ago that only 3 out of every 10 people actually manage to find their soulmates.”

He didn’t respond but his eyes studied your face, gaze fixated on the bridge of your nose. “Call me biased,” He murmured, “But you’re very beautiful.”

You looked down, feeling your face heat up. “Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“Ah, thank you.” It was Chan’s turn to smile bashfully, the tips of his ears turning red. He looked down at his hands, which were on the table. A brief silence settled over the both of you, and you pondered over how he had been during lunch, gentle in his questioning but also incredibly sweet whenever Annie said something or asked a question, and how he always looked genuinely interested in what she had to say. 

As a single mom, you never really had time to date. But both times that you given it a try, they didn’t seem to care about Annie or what she had to say. But here, now, Chan had been so happy to explain how he made music when she asked, or let her have the last slice of pizza, and it didn’t come across as disingenuous. It didn’t have the slightly condescending lilt some people put on to talk to younger children. He didn’t speak slowly and loudly, but he was aware that he needed to simplify his language given that she was still a little kid. He took things at her pace, and you could see that Annie warmed up to him instantly. 

Still, you were a little wary.

“Look,” You said softly, eyes turning to the playground, looking for Annie. When you found her, chasing a little boy around, you smiled softly. “I’m really excited to have found you, Chan. It’s something I’ve always wanted but never expected. But… y’know, I’m a mom, above everything else. Ever since she was born, Annie’s been, and always will be my number one priority. I need you to understand that.”

You met his eyes again, and they had turned more serious, attentive to your words. “I totally understand that, Y/N. I wouldn’t want to come between you and her, and I don’t expect you to drop everything for me. Especially if it involves Annie.”

“Thank you,” You answered softly, nodding. “It’s hard for her. Her dad and I broke up a few months after she was born, and she sees him maybe once or twice a year. She’s in such an important age for her development, and needs me just as much as I need her, y’know?”

He nodded again, humming in accordance. “Of course. I’m totally willing to wait if you’re not ready yet, or if you want to set certain boundaries for her wellbeing... Whatever you feel is best for her.”

Slowly, his hand made its way to rest on top of yours. He was almost cautious about it, brushing his fingers gently against your knuckles. “You really made my day.” His voice was warm, eyes full of mirth. You smiled. “You made mine too. Because I found my soulmate and you stopped me from having a heart attack by saving the day and finding Annie. I’m never gonna thank you enough for that.”

He laughed. “I’m glad I was able to help. It led me to you.”

Lowering your head as your heart skipped a beat, you looked at his hand on yours, then at Annie, and finally back at him. A rosebud of hope began to bloom in your chest.

Seeing his dimples as his eyes shone, you had a solid feeling it wouldn’t ever wilt.

taglist: @decembermoonskz​ 

[suchalonelysunflower]

The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn is to Love (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin X fem!Reader 

Request: Yes!

Summary: Ashton is trying to propose, but fate’s not putting it easily 

Warnings: Smut, oral (female recieving) unprotected sex in a stablished relationship (wrap it before you tap it, please) Language, maybe a few grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.3 k

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely Lizza @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof 💕 is my very fisrt attempt to smut writting (I literally have no experience with this) so please be kind. Reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcomed and encouraged so please, I would love to know your opinion 😊 You can find the rest of my work HERE. Hope you like it and Happy reading  ✨🦋

@iknowyouthinkimbulletproof​​ :  hi, i hope i'm not bugging you (wow didn't know my social anxiety shows so much) , i wanted to ask if you could write some fluffy smut with ash or mikey. maybe they just got engaged or something. lots of love - lizza

Everything was going according to plan. At least that’s what Ashton thought 5 min into the date. 

“What do you mean there is no reservation?” He asked the host, as calmly as he could. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Irwin. But I have no reservations under your name for tonight” Said the lady, trying to avoid any conflict “I do have one for the 24th but for the next month” 

Ashton wanted to slap himself in the face. Did he really make the reservation and messed up the date?! Tonight, out of all nights, it had to be tonight. His mind was racing like the Lightning Mcqueen himself, trying to find any kind of solution for this inconvenience.He had to find a way to stick to the plan, even if the first step was already ruined. 

“Is everything okay, Ash?” A voice snapped him out of his head. 

Ashton looked at you and his eyes softened when he felt your delicate hand on his arm, he was thankful for this little comforting gesture you always do when you notice he was starting to get frustrated. He gave you a reassuring warm smile as he interlocks his fingers with yours. 

“Yeah,” Ash said, thanking the host and guiding you out of the fancy restaurant onto the busy LA streets. “I'm just an idiot who can't tell June from July appart” He sighed. 

Your mouth became a thin line as you tried to hold back the laughter. “Oh no, baby…” You said, barely holding in the giggles. Ashton rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, let it out” He said as you burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. Ashton briefly stops, but you kept on walking, allowing him to pull on your hand and make you turn around until your chest hit his “Well, now you´re just being mean” He pouted as you started giggling again. 

“Aww I´m sorry, baby” You said pecking his lips “But that's what you get for always teasing me about not remembering dates” 

“Yeah, I guess I deserve that” He sighed “You're not mad?” 

“Why would I be?” You frowned confused. 

Ashton looked at the floor, his hand still intertwined with yours as he played with your fingers. He didn’t try to hide his disappointment. 

“Because! We’ve been waiting for this date for a while now and you spend a lot of time getting yourself all ready and gorgeous to go to that fancy restaurant and I just ruined by getting all wrong from the beginning and-“

“Ash!” You interrupted him, cupping his face in your hands and making him look at you “Nothing’s ruined and the date isn’t over! Maybe it was fate… think about it! I bet that restaurant didn’t even have fries and I’m seriously craving some right now” Ashton chucked “The important thing here is that I get to spend time with you, so as long as I do, I don’t care if it is in a five star restaurant with minuscule portions of overly priced food or in a McDonald’s parking lot” 

Ashton looked at you and all he could see was how your eyes crinkled with your smile. He swears that if he were to die in the next 10 seconds then he would die a happy man, because your smile would be the last thing he’d see. 

This was just a minor setback, he thought, just one piece of his plan that didn’t exactly stick to it, but he still had all night. 

“I love you” He said, smiling as he brought his lips to yours. 

“I love you too, baby” You responded, stepping back and tugging on his hand “But first, fries” 

Ashton laughed, letting you guide the way to the closest fast food restaurant. And as he felt the weight of the small velvet box on his pocket, he knew that you were right, as long as he was with you, then everything would be okay. He only hopes the rest of the night goes according to plan. 

In a matter of minutes, you and Ashton were sitting on the sidewalk in your fancy clothes eating fries and milkshakes, laughing and joking around without a single care in the world. Your head was resting on his shoulder as you both saw cars and people pass, trying to create narratives with complete strangers and laughing at the absurdity that came out of each other's mouths. 

With every passing second, Ashton was even more sure about his decision. He was looking at you while you wondered aloud about the possibility of fate and he couldn't believe his luck. It seemed like yesterday where he got the nerve to ask you out on a date, palms sweaty as he blurted out the words, holding his breath until you smiled at him and said yes. He's hoping that tonight you would do the same. 

Your words drift away in his head as he starts daydreaming about your future together. He can see you standing all in white in front of him, a house with a lot of rooms to let your friends crash whenever they needed to or to fill with toys for your children, oh he can't wait to start a family with you, knowing that that's what you want too, eventually, maybe in a few years. Or maybe not at all? You could´ve changed your mind and that would be alright by him, after all if he has you then that's all he needed. But maybe you don't want him anymore, maybe you changed your mind completely. What would you say then? Is he rushing this? You talked about this before, but you could still say no. Would you say no? You have all the right to do so. Oh God, is he ruining this by asking you? Would you break up with him? Wh-? 

“Ashton?” 

Your voice pulls him out of the trance, just like it did the first time he asked you on a date. 

“Hmm?” He hums. His eyes find yours and it's easy to spot the worry in them, the anxiety of it all is consuming him, but he can't let it show. 

“Where'd you go?” You chuckled, knowing he was in a different headspace. 

“I'm right here” He said, sliding his thumb against your lip to clean a bit of ice cream that was left forgotten,  pressing his lips against yours right after. 

He knows he shouldn't overthink this instead of enjoying this moment with you. He loves you and he knows you love him, that's all that matters, that's all there is to care. You belong together and if fate wants it, then you´ll be together for all your lives and he wants nothing more. He couldn't be more grateful when he's holding you like that, kissing you like that. With you, he feels like home. You are like a dream come true. 

He pulled away after a while, giving your forehead a little kiss and staying like that. You smiled.

“Not that I'm complaining,” You said, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes “But are you okay, baby? You seem… off” 

Ashton just smiled and nodded “I´m good, love. Just thinking,”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Maybe later.” He chuckled, getting up from the sidewalk and offering his hand for you to the same “Now, are you ready for step two?”

“Ooh, there's more?” You teased, locking your fingers together as you walked side to side. 

“I want you to have the best night of your life, dear” Ashton said, pulling you closer. 

“I already do! Every night that I have you with me is the best night of my life” You leaned closer to whisper in his ear “Where I can have you all by myself,” You bit his earlobe quickly, wanting to tease him just enough. 

“Careful, princess” Ashton warned in a low voice “Don't want to start something you don't intend to finish. We still have a long night ahead of us ” 

“Oh, I'm counting on it” 

*************************************************

“Excuse me, what?!” Ashton asked the security guard of the gallery. The man just stood there and shook his head. 

“I’m sorry son, but the exhibition is closed until next week for reparations” 

“Oh no, no no no no no” Ashton murmured, tangling his fingers in his hair “fuck fuck fuck fuck” 

He was thankful that you needed to go to the bathroom, that way you didn’t see him freak out in front of a complete stranger. 

The security guard looked at Ashton like he was crazy. 

“Are you okay, son?” 

“No!” He said loudly, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized more people were staring “That exhibition belongs to one of my girlfriend’s favorite artists, they have this whole collection of couples in different stages in life and intimacy and she just loves it so much and I already plan on asking her to marry me but the restaurant didn’t have my reservation and now the gallery is closed and I’m fully panicking because I don’t know if she’s going to say yes now that I ruined again just because I didn’t ask before coming in here and-“

Ashton was interrupted when he felt two large hands grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly. 

“Calm the ef down, chief” Said the old man “You are going to have seizure if you keep rambling like that without taking a breath” Ashton closed his mouth and just stared at the man who still hasn’t let go of him “Look, you love this girl, don’t ya son?” 

“More than anything”

“You wanna marry her?”

“Yes.”

“She loves you?” 

“She does” 

“Then why the hell are you so nervous?! If she loves you and wants to marry you then just ask her! Believe me, women don’t care about the flowers or the chocolates or all that bullshit. If you are the one for her and she’s the one for you then that’s all that truly has value” The man gave a small, kinda ‘wake the hell up’ slap to Ashton’s cheek that made him blink in disbelief “Now, don’t be an idiot, puff your chest and stop being a little scared puppy and go ask her!” 

Ashton nodded, kinda weirded out by the whole interaction but still understanding everything that man said. He thanked the man for the pep talk and walked a little too fast over where you were standing. 

You had just come out of the bathroom when you saw your boyfriend walking up to you. You noticed he was a little distressed once again. 

“Hey, Ash. Everything okay?” 

“Uhh, yes? No, yeah. What?” He mumbled, trying to wrap his head on what he should do next “Sorry, it just seems like the exhibition you wanted to see it’s closed for the week” 

“Oh no,” You said in a little disappointed tone that Ashton was quick to catch up, cursing at himself for making you sad, even though it wasn’t exactly his fault “Eh okay, that’s fine. Maybe we can just hang out on the other exhibitions” You smiled. 

“Babe, we’ve seen the other exhibitions like a million times already, don’t you think it’ll be a waste of time?” Ashton carefully asked. 

“Of course not! I love them,” You exclaimed, tugging on his hand and already walking to an isle full of portraits “And besides, time’s never wasted when you’re in good company and I so happen to have the best one there is” 

Ashton returned the smile and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to peck your cheek “I love you so darn much” he whispered in your ear “Why don’t we make this a game? You give me a list of things I have to find within the gallery, since we’ve been here before you need to make it clever so we don't end the game too soon, and I’ll do the same to you. Okay?”

Your eyes lighted up at the idea of a challenge. Both of you were very competitive and you knew this was going to be one of those times where it was all or nothing. 

“What happens if I win?” You asked.

Ashton pulled you closer, his hand dangerously placed on your lower back, slowly traveling lower and lower, making you shiver under his touch “We can do whatever you want, baby” he whispered, leaving a burning kiss on the side of your ear. 

“Mmh, whatever I want?” 

“I’ll be at your mercy, my princess” He smirked. 

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss “Then let’s make sure I win, then” 

You exchanged phones and opened the notes app. The goal was to find ten items, it could be people hiding in one of the pictures or portraits, sculptures or random pieces of art scattered around the gallery. To prove you have them all you had to take a picture next to it or of it. Once you finished writing the list on each other’s phones, you started your search. 

You walked alongside each other, hands laced together as you took in the different kinds of art the gallery offered, stopping from time to time when one of you spotted one item on the list, making one of you take the picture while the other rejoiced in victory. 

“Hold up!” Ashton said as you passed in front of a peculiar painting “If I remember correctly… yes!” He celebrated quietly “There’s the duck with a bow tie! That means I win” 

“This isn’t fair!” You whined after taking Ashton’s picture next to the stupid duck. He had a smug smile on his face as he held two thumbs up to the camera “I can’t find the last item! You cheated!” 

“Aww” Cooed Ashton “Someone’s being a sore loser” 

“Am not!” 

“That’s alright babe, you can win another time” Ashton chucked “What’s the last item?” 

“The lady with the diamond ring” You groaned, rolling your eyes “It’s so stupid! I’ve been here before like a thousand times and I’ve never seen a painting or anything like it with a lady with a diamond ring. Diamond tiara yes, but ring?” You scoffed, clearly frustrated “Are you sure there’s a lady like that here?”

“Well…” Ashton started, but he was soon cut off by a loud, annoying sound. 

Soon enough, droplets of water started falling down the roof. The sprinkles had been turned on, meaning there was a fire inside the gallery. 

You looked at Ashton with fear in your eyes, the same fear you saw reflected in his hazel gaze. He grabbed your hand, ready to sprint out of there in a second when someone started yelling.

“Sorry! False alarm! I fell and pressed the button sorry! There’s no fire!” A masculine voice echoed through the isles. 

Ashton was livid, once again his proposal suffered a step back. How could everything get so messed up? He had everything planned and yet none of that worked. He was always used to having at least some sense of control over things but now he just felt completely helpless. Everything was wrong, everything was-

“Pfft” 

He snapped his face towards you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw you place a hand to your mouth, cheeks turning red from trying to stifle your laughter. But as soon as your eyes met his, you lost it completely. 

Your laughter burst through the halls, crackling at the situation “You-,” You said through a fit of giggles and snorts “Your face! You-“ You gasped for air, trying to gain some composure but failing miserably “I- we’re soaked! Look!” 

Ashton gaze followed to where your finger was pointing, finally stopping at a mirrored window in front of you. The image of both of your fancy outfits completely drenched, humid strands of hair falling on your faces and your make-up completely ruined except for the waterproof eyeliner was truly a sight to behold.

Ashton’s eyes were concentrated on your reflection the entire time. Even soaking wet you were the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen, your laughter filling his ears as a muse’s melody. He couldn’t wait to hear it every single day of his life. 

He joined you soon enough, his giggles resonating along yours, finally accepting how ridiculous this situation was. That’s something you love about him, his laugh. You’d never get tired of it. It was so sincere and pure, you don’t know how’d you spend so much time without that laugh in your life. 

He was truly the love of your life. You knew, as soon as you saw him, that you were done for. You remember waiting patiently for him to ask you on a date, almost giving up and asking him yourself when he blurted out the words one day, thankfully. You are so in love with him it hurts, and to know that the feeling is mutual is just… the greatest thing that could ever happen to you. 

You pressed your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss as your hands played with the back of his neck, training the lines of the condor tattoo. His hands quickly found their way to your waist, rounding it as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around the soaked marble floor. 

Ashton broke the kiss when he put you down once again “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, smiling. 

You nodded as you let him guide you outside the building. 

The cold air of the city made you shiver as soon as you stepped foot on the streets, Ashton quickly gave you his jacket, which was a sweet gesture even though it made no difference since it was soaked as well. 

“Let’s head back home” He said, placing an arm around your shoulders. 

“Thought you had a whole night planned?” You asked, not wanting to discourage him.

“Yeah.. but that already went to the dogs. We can’t go anywhere in this state” He chuckled, making you laugh as well “And besides, someone once told me that the most important thing is that we get to spend time together. So as long as we do that, every plan is a great plan, don’t you think?” 

You hummed softly “Must be a very wise person” 

“Very much so. And beautiful. And funny. And hot as hell…”

“Wow, really?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Extremely” 

“I must meet them someday” 

Ashton laughed and pulled you closer to him. Never wanting to let you go. 

*************************************************

The drive home was peacefully quiet, both of you content with each other’s company, the radio filled in the silence and the traffic lights gave the atmosphere an ethereal feeling. You knew this was one of the moments where words were unnecessary, one of those moments to put away in a little box and opening it for a rainy day. It was a moment of love and peace. A true treasure. 

Once you are home, you open the door as soon as Ashton stops the car, expressing your dire need of a hot shower “Can I join?” Asked Ashton as he took the key out of the engine tab. 

“Always” You winked at him. 

He chucked, making the car keys fall from his grip “Aw shit, go ahead love. The keys are in the pocket of my jacket” 

Ashton heard you mutter an okay as he bent down to grab the car keys from the floor. Realizing a moment too late that there was something else in his pocket that night. 

“Ashton…”

Oh shit. 

“A-Ash, wha-“ you stuttered, holding a little blue velvet box in your hand. 

He rushed to you, quickly grabbing the object from your hands “Oh shit, uuh” he gulped, starting to panic “I-I, fuck. I didn’t- Oh fuck it” 

In a matter of seconds, Ashton fell on one knee. He grabbed your hand delicately as he looked into your eyes. He took a deep breath and gained the courage he was trying to master since the beginning of the evening. 

“I honestly didn’t expect to do this on the porch of our house. I had everything planned. The fancy dinner, the gallery, countless other romantic activities we could’ve done tonight… as you can see nothing went as planned. I tried so hard to find the perfect moment to say this, but there isn’t such a thing. There isn’t because I know that every moment that I get to spend with you is the perfect moment. 

Y/N, I love you. I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you, and I haven’t stopped since. I find myself falling harder for you everytime you smile or you laugh, god I would give anything to make you laugh every single day of my life. You are the smartest person I know and I love hearing you talk about the topics that make you happy, wishing I could be one of them. Y/N you are… kind, you are funny, you are the most patient and resilient person I’ve ever known. Baby, you are my everything and I don’t know… I don’t want to know what I’d do without you. 

I want you with me, always and forever. I want to be yours in more ways than one. I want to cherish you and be able to call you my wife, my love, my world. Everything I have, everything I am is yours. You make me a better person and you just make me the happiest man on earth just by staying by your side.

I’m yours, Y/N. In every possible way. Will you be mine? Will you-“

“Yes.” You said breathlessly through the tears. 

“Yes?” 

“Yes! Ashton, yes! A million times, yes” 

You pulled him up from the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him like your life depended on it. 

Ashton cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss, parting your lips as you both melted to one another. 

“I love you” he said, breaking the kiss to slide the ring onto your finger.

“I love you more”

He chuckled “Not possible” 

You barely make it through the door before you are kissing him again, not being able to stand even a few more seconds without being close to him. Your heart is beating faster than ever, almost bursting out of your chest as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly in a desperate need to have him even closer. 

“Fuck, baby” Ashton groans, cupping your ass and squeezing it as you jump and wrap your legs around his waist “You don’t know what you do to me” he said planting kisses all over your jaw, marking up a trail down your neck. 

You moaned as you felt his lips sucking your sweet spot. Ashton had you pressed against the wall, his mouth clashing with yours, feeling every inch of your bodies as you battled for dominance. You let one of your hands fall and travel to where your lower halves meet, palming his growing erection and earning a low moan from him. With your other hand, you tug on his hair and whispered in his ear “Show me” 

In an instant, Ashton dropped you to the floor and picked you up bridal style, making your way to your shared bedroom. He gently put you down on the bed and kneeled down in front of you. 

He slowly started to undo the straps on your shoes, kissing your legs from your ankles to your knees in an agonizing pace before moving to the other one. 

“So beautiful..” He said, sliding his hands up your body, removing your clothes in the process. 

“Ash..” you whined. Pulling him by the collar of his shirt and disregarding it completely, bringing your lips together. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his fingers brush through your sides, leaving a burning trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. 

“Where’d you want me, baby?” He said, kissing down your body, leaving marks wherever he could, stopping just right above your hip bone. You shivered when his fingers traced along your panties, adding pressure where you needed him most “You’re so wet, my love” He whispered as he hooked his thumbs on the side of them and pulled them off completely. His fingers running up and down your folds collecting your wetness and using them as lube “All of this for me?” 

“Yes” You breathe heavily, moaning as you feel one of his fingers slip inside you. 

“What was that, Princess?” He teased, kissing the inside of your thighs. 

“All for you, Ash. All for-“ You moaned as he inserted another finger inside your hole, setting a pace that already made you see starts “Ash… please” you begged.

“Please what, Princess?” 

“I need you” 

Ashton presses his lips to your clit, kissing and sucking it as his fingers curled up inside you. Your hand made its way to his hair, fingers locking with his curls as you tugged on them, holding him in place. 

You let out a pornographic moan when his fingers brush your g spot, bucking your hips when you felt that tight knot in your stomach, but Ashton put his arm above your hips and held you down. You whispered as you felt him groan against your sex, sending vibration all over your body. 

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” Ashton said as he quickened the pace of his fingers “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby. C’mon, let go. Let me hear you, baby” He attached his lips to your clit once again, sucking it hard as your orgasm hit you, moaning his name as you came down from your high. 

Ashton kneeled down on the bed, bringing his fingers to his mouth “Mmh” he moaned as he tasted your juices “Baby, you’re exquisite” 

You quickly sat up as well, smacking your lips against his. Humming into the kiss as your hands started to unbuckle his pants and lowered them down just enough to palm him through his boxers, already feeling the precum leak through the thin fabric. Ashton let out a low moan at your touch, dropping his hand to stop yours.

“But-“

“Later, Princess” He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it softly “I need to be inside you” 

And with that, he pressed his arm around your waist and flipped you over so you were on top of him. You quickly caught his idea as you started tugging down his pants and boxers, taking them off completely, 

“You don’t know how many times I imagined this” Ashton hissed when you speed your legs to each side of his hips, starting to grin on his cock with your bare sex, coating it with your wetness and moaning with delight “You riding me wearing this” He said, grabbing your left hand and kissing your new ring “And only this” 

Your eyes were fixed on him as you stroke his cock and lined it up with your entrance “And how was it?” You asked in a teasing tone. 

He smirked “Just like this” Ashton said, grabbing you by each side of your hips and slowly entering you until he bottomed down “Fucking fantastic” 

You moaned at the stretch, loving how every inch of him filled you up and made you feel whole. Ashton groaned when he felt your walls clench around his cock, letting you adjust to him before you started to move and setting up a pace. 

You started rocking on him, lifting your hips up and down his length as your hands flew to his chest for leverage, nails digging on his skin and leaving marks for you to trace later, a faint memory of the night that Ashton would treasure forever. Your moans grew louder and louder as you started going faster, Ashton’s name became a mantra to your lips as you started chasing your own pleasure. 

Ashton grunted and moaned praises to you, stretching his hands so he could cup your breasts in each one “So fucking right, princess” he said, squeezing your boobs while his thumbs brushed your nipples “So. Fucking. Good. And all mine” 

You moaned loudly at his actions. The feeling of him suddenly becoming too much as he lets go of your breast and grabs you by the hips once more, meeting your thrust and fucking you harder. 

“Say you’re mine” He moaned, digging his fingers into your skin, applying a pressure that will leave bruises later on. 

“Ah- a I’m yours! I’m yours” You said between your panting and your moans. Letting your upper half fall onto him, placing your arms at each side of his face as you let him take control. 

“Yeah, baby... Fuck” He groaned in your ear as he speed up the pace, feeling his release approach with yours “You’re mine. My wife. My princess. My everything.. Fuck” 

“Ashton…” You whined. 

“Come baby, come on my cock. C’mon, I’m right behind you” Ashton said, bringing his lips to yours for a messy kiss, sticking your moans as you came all over his cock. 

You felt dizzy as Ashton fucked you through your orgasm, your whole body trembling against him as he chased his own release. Ashton’s body tensed, his thrusts became sloppier as your walls clench around him, making his cock twitch inside you and filling you with his cum. 

You both sighed heavily, content in your own pleasure as you slowly started making out again. Soft kisses and touches mixed with reassuring words of love filled the room as your post orgasmic daze faded away. Ashton carefully pulled out of you and made his way to the bathroom, bringing with him a small wet cloth to clean you up, peppering kisses all over your body as he did so. 

Once he was done he laid in bed next to you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead.

“You make me the happiest man on the planet” He whispered, not wanting to break the comfortable silence between the two of you “Fuck, baby. I’m so glad you said yes” 

“Was there another option?” You chuckled “Did you really think I would’ve said no?” 

“To be honest, I was a little worried you might” He laughed “It seems stupid now but I was so pissed earlier, I wanted to propose on the restaurant but then I messed up, then I thought that the gallery would’ve been a better option anyways and it ended up beign-“

“One of the best dates of my life?” You interrupted him. Ashton looked at you confused “I had fun today, Ash. I had a great time just being with you and having our own little chaos. And even if you decided to proposed at that McDonald’s I would’ve said yes regardless” You said, placing a small kiss to his lips “Though I’m still pissed about the game” 

Ashton raised his eyebrows “Oh! That reminds me,” He got out of bed and started looking through the clothes that were laying on the floor for his cellphone. Once he found it he came back up and took a picture of your hand with the engagement ring, turning to you with a shit eating grin “I win” 

“What?” 

“I found the lady with the diamond ring!” He said excitedly. You slapped him in the chest “Ouch!”

“So you did cheat!” 

“In my defense I was going to propose right there and there” Ashton said in as a matter of fact way “I was trying to be romantic” 

You rolled your eyes and curled up to him, placing a soft kiss to his chest. His arms wrapped around you and traveled along your back, caressing it softly as you drifted to sleep. 

“Y/N?” He whispered after a while. 

You hummed “Yes?” 

“I can’t wait to marry you” 

You smiled into his embrace “I can’t wait to marry you, either” 

[arcaneranger]

Final Thoughts - 2019 Long Shows

Dear Lord. This is where all the good shows went.

2019 was absolutely awful on a season-by-season basis (except for Summer, anyway), but that’s mostly because most of the best shows ran longer than what has become the industry norm of a single season. And indeed, heading into the new decade, we seem to be seeing a major renaissance for two- or split-cour shows, given the massive success seen by shows like My Hero Academia, Food Wars, and Haikyuu!!..particularly in comparison to the new perpetual-runners Black Clover (which, despite running for over two straight years now, is still not the most popular show of Fall 2017 by viewer count on MAL, and sits at a ‘meh’ 7.2), and even worse, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, which is faring even worse on both counts even though it premiered two whole seasons earlier and the fact that it is the sequel to Naruto.

As a reminder of my rules, the shows on this list may or may not have premiered in 2019, but they finished airing this year. The split-cour rule (stating that I judge any show that “finishes” and then premieres a “new season” within six months) didn’t come into play for any 2018 shows, but it will for Ascendance of a Bookworm and Food Wars this year, at the very least.

With that being said! 25 shows running longer than thirteen episodes finished airing this year after being simulcast, and of those…

I skipped 6:

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part V: Golden Wind, Fairy Tail Final Series, A Certain Magical Index III, Ace Attorney Season 2 and Cardfight Vanguard (2018) because I either dropped or have not finished their previous (also long-running) seasons.

Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS because the simulcast started late and also it was bad.

I Dropped 8:

Worst Long Show of 2019: The Rising of the Shield Hero

It’s always fun to see that a show you hated from its first episode only gets more and more distasteful afterwards, but it’s less fun when a service you have to promote because they’re the legal option is forced to shove it down your throat because they had a hand in making it and it became a massive hit that your friends don’t see any issue with because the author wrote a story that justifies its hero’s patronage of the slave industry. This is my punishment for watching the whole first season of The Asterisk War before I knew better.

YU-NO: A girl who chants love at the bound of this world

A confusing mess from the word go, this ill-fated adaptation of a visual novel from the nineties seems like it was mostly made to cash in on the popularity of the Science Adventure series, but failed to present itself in a way that made an ounce of sense or looked remotely interesting.

Fairy Gone

Am I really the only one that saw potential here? I mean yes, it ended up a boring slog that didn’t care to move its plot in a meaningful direction, but the first episode was at least cool. I guess Izetta: The Last Witch should have taught me better.

We Never Learn

I know that I’m in the minority in terms of the male demographic for shows like this, but honestly, how are bland harem shows still this easy to market? A copy-pasted protagonist with copy-pasted waifus drag down what could be an interesting setup for a story. 

Karakuri Circus

The first episode of this one had me excited, the second and third left me bored to tears and wondering if it would continue to look uglier by the minute. I haven’t seen a three-cour show look this janky since Knight in the Area.

Radiant

Having heard good things about this show from my cohorts, I do feel bad for saying I’ll probably never return to Radiant, but when you have a show that’s notably written by a European author...and it turns out to be a frustratingly standard shounen affair with middling production values, well, you can see my earlier annoyance with Cannon Busters.

Ensemble Stars

This one still gets to me. It almost looked like a male-idol show I would finally be able to get behind, what with its rebellious attitude and oddball setting...that is, until the setting got to be too unbelievable and the show began drowning its audience in side-characters because they had to squeeze every husbando from the mobile game into the story, and it all began to resemble UtaPri a little too much...but without the production value.

Boogiepop and Others

This was a hard drop, honestly. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I felt four episodes in, before concluding that I was bored and not particularly invested, two things that should never describe the experience of watching a Madhouse show. The fact that this was the project responsible for ruining One Punch Man only made it worse. There’s a slow burn, and then there’s walking away without turning the stove on.

And I Finished 11 (holy crap that’s like three hundred episodes just on their own).

That Time I Was Reincarnated as a Slime (5/10 & 1/10)

I’ll be honest, I had forgotten just how livid I was with the ending (and especially the sad excuse of a recap episode) of Slimesekai, and reading back through my write-up of it, it’s certainly coming back to me. While this year had bigger demons to fight (Shield Hero), the bad taste that Slime left me with hasn’t really faded, and the wasted premise bugs me to this day.

Hinomaru Sumo (7/10)

What Hinomaru lacked in production value, it happily made up for in good execution and earnest heart. I can’t believe this came from the same studio as Conception, Try Knights and 7Seeds, but if they can only get out one good show a year, I’m glad that we got one bringing attention to a sport that many will joke about but few understand, respect and appreciate.

Kono Oto Tomare (7/10)

Speaking of giving love to traditional Japanese culture, here’s a decent-if-unoriginal show about a local high school koto club down on their luck, and the troubled teens coming together under a scrappy protagonist to bring it back to life. Kono Oto Tomare doesn’t have much that you haven’t seen before, but a decently-executed club drama with Your Lie In April-inspired musical performances is more than enough to keep me interested, and since Forest of Piano kinda crashed and burned under the weight of its own self-importance this year, it was nice to have an alternative.

MIX: Meisei Story (8/10)

It’s hard to judge MIX next to the other shows on this list because it’s almost too old-school for its own good, revelling in an eighties storytelling style that didn’t end up jiving with a wide audience this year. But at the same time, its fun character dynamics (and a very good dub from Funimation, despite them saying they’d never touch sports anime again) were very entertaining to watch, even if it didn’t focus as much on the sport it was supposedly about as much as I’d have liked.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (8/10)

I fully admit that I’m very salty about the fact that this won Show of the Decade in Funimation’s poll while it was still on and I thought there were hundreds of more deserving shows, but I can’t deny that Demon Slayer was a very enjoyable experience, albeit one that I had notable problems with. That’s not gonna stop me from getting mad when it sweeps the Anime Awards in a few weeks, though.

Fire Force (8/10)

I was very afraid that David Productions wouldn’t be able to match the energy of Studio Bones’ adaptation of Ohkubo’s previous work, Soul Eater, but I was happy to be proven wrong. Even if the last few episodes contained a bit too much infodumping, it was all sandwiched between jaw-dropping fight scenes that proved that the people who make Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure can still handle the reins of a more traditional action show.

Fruits Basket 1st Season (8/10)

I know that my score for this one is a bit lower than others, but I think that Fruits Basket did pretty well in its first season, considering that it was largely spent setting up future storylines and adapting the part of the manga we’d all seen before, but with much higher production value. I’ve been familiar with this part of the story for over a decade, and the scene with Tohru and Kyo (you know the one) still made me cry. Now, we get the real plot going.

Dr Stone (9/10)

A great start to a totally new spin on shounen, Dr Stone gives me hope for survival in the post-Shokugeki world in which we’ll soon live, as a show that wears its research on its sleeve. A complex plot weaving interesting characters in and out of a narrative surrounding a philosophical battle where both sides actually do have fair points (even if one of them is going about it in a pretty cruel manner). More please.

Vinland Saga (9/10)

Once again, a great start to what will hopefully be years of quality storytelling, Vinland Saga made it seem like it was dragging in the middle only to reveal just what its slow burn had been leading up to, with twist-heavy storytelling and a fantastic cast to match the high visual quality of its brutal battles.

Run With the Wind (9/10)

It’s not often that Production I.G. gets to make a complete, fully-realized show anymore, and this one was a glorious reminder of the potential of the studio in the TV space, and a great rebound for the director of Joker Game. It’s gorgeous to look at, the cast is wonderful, and the story is both realistic and idealistic in a satisfying balance. It’s a miserable process to get to the finish line in real life, but sitting back and watching this was nothing but a treat. At least, until a minor fumble at the end.

Best Long Show of 2019: Dororo (9/10)

Speaking of complete stories, Tezuka Productions and MAPPA teamed up for a breathtaking adaptation of an underappreciated Tezuka classic that expands upon the story in exactly the right way to create a thrilling, savage, beautiful masterpiece that focuses a laser-sharp eye into the relationship between two characters in their journey to, literally and figuratively, become complete people. Also, that opening was killer.

And that’s it! That’s the fun list. Next comes the painful one. Stay tuned for the trash heap.

[ryttu3k]

Doing those ship meme questions only it's the new OT3 (Beckett/Sascha/Ilias) because they're my main source of serotonin these days. Occasional appearances from Anatole and Lucita, too.

Not doing all, but there are A Lot.

1. Who's the one who's reckless and always getting into trouble while the other gotta pull em out

Beckett and Sascha actually do have a lot of braincells between them but none of them are in use for 'can sense danger'. Ilias has gained some minor common sense since his 'hey, I'm going to ask our Antediluvian for power to help face its favourite childe oh whoops I am possessed' thing and is usually the one sighing fondly and saving their asses.

2. Who's the one to send the other "I love my gf/bf" memes

Ilias. 100% Ilias. He would go out in public in a shirt saying 'I <3 Sascha' and calling them ‘my flower’ while Sascha is just pleased they can't blush any more.

3. Who's the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn't like and how does the other react

God their music tastes are all over the place. Sascha is over a thousand years old and has seen and heard A Lot. They consider the Romantic period 'modern music'. Beckett is similar albeit with about 350 years of it. Ilias got hurled from 1233 to 2004 and after a period of ??? went, "Oh, Romanian music!" and it was. Dragostea Din Tei. Like can you imagine one moment it’s 1233 and the next moment you are listening to Dragostea Din Tei. Also thanks to the language drift they only caught about a quarter of the words so it was this whole thing where he almost, almost was understanding it but the rest was just, “...what.” And that’s how Ilias discovered modern music.

Anyway yeah they’ve pretty much decided that their collective music tastes are so disparate no one is allowed to comment on them.

4. Which one spoils the other more and do they ever get competitive to show the other more love

Honestly, they all kind of spoil each other, albeit in different ways. Like Ilias will just randomly pop a handmade flower crown on Sascha’s head. Beckett will occasionally find an extremely rare book on his desk and know Sascha found it for him. Beckett always tells Sascha first when he’s found something cool so they can be the first to investigate it. And they absolutely get competitive, yeah.

5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them

Sascha and Ilias have a mutual blood bond, which is more or less the equivalent of thus. Beckett has a mutual bond with Anatole, but he and Sascha have a level-2 bond.

7. Are their friends/family supportive

 Honestly, uh, Sascha and Ilias don’t really have anyone else. Beckett’s companions tend to range from, “They’re terrifying but I trust your judgment :D” (Anatole) to “hahahahahaha if Vykos harms one hair on Beckett’s head I’ll end them” (Lucita) to “WHY” (Aristotle, Okulos, most others tbh).

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying

Sascha is the one most prone to panic attacks because trauma is a bitch and basically just... Beckett and Ilias both respond by with hugging/gentle restraint (if they’re okay with touch) or by giving them space and doing things like running a hot bath when they’re touch-averse.

9. Which one dissociates

Honestly Sascha spent most of 1234 to 2006 lowkey dissociating, which is fair when there’s literally another essence fused to yours. Post-Dracon, they still get the occasional dissociative episode, but it’s much easier to bring them back to themself.

10. Which one stares at the other's booty like “damn” and how does the other react when catching them

All three tbh. Beckett stares at Sascha, Sascha either gets a bit self-conscious or a bit ;) , depending on mood. Sascha stares at both Beckett and Ilias and gets a bit embarrassed when caught (Beckett will laugh it off, Ilias will basically be ;D). Ilias stares at both and is completely shameless about it because he may no longer be on the Path of Pleasure but he’s absolutely not going to feel ashamed for admiring his gorgeous lovers.

11. When they live together what kinda place do they live in? What does their home look like?

Beckett and Sascha travel too much for one place, honestly, and Ilias accompanies them a lot. They do have a few houses scattered throughout the world, though, including one in the Carpathians (nowhere near Brasov, tyvm). Not really as big as the monastery, it’s mostly like... big library, a few comfortable places to sleep or rest, Ilias likes having a garden these days and grows a lot of flowers.

12. What do their dates look like

Museum heists.

13. How does each act when getting drunk

Ilias gets even more handsy. Actually he can get to be a bit of a pain, but he does listen immediately if one of them tells him to tone it down. Beckett gets very enthusiastic and fired-up and a bit more feral and he’s gonna go find Enoch right now and prove Caine wasn’t real once and for all. Sascha, uh, tends to get a bit emotional and also very talkative, but can literally like. Talk their way into minor breakdowns. Basically less barriers.

14. Which one rolls over in the morning evening to wake up the other one just to kiss them

All three :3

15. Have they saved each other's lives before

Yup!

Ficverse-wise, Sascha did also save Ilias from becoming a bogatyr to the Eldest, although that was also Sascha and Beckett both saving themselves by being emotionally honest. Yeah XD

16. Does one have an interest the other think is weird but wants to listen to it regardless

Ilias’ spirituality conflicts a bit with Beckett’s... atheism, I guess? Like he’s definitely not sure he believes in the spirits that Ilias regularly works with as a Koldun, but he’s willing to keep a relatively open mind. (He’s a bit less open-minded in Sascha’s belief in - and support of - Caine, given that he’s literally based his career around the metaphor theory!)

17. Which one uses cropped hentai as reaction images

Sascha.

They have troll tendencies, okay.

18. Does one of them kinkshame the other

There is absolutely no kinkshaming here. Listen Ilias was a Priest of Jarilo. Sascha was once on the Path of Pleasure too. Beckett seduced Dracula for information then forgot to ask his question. They’re all very open about everything.

There may be teasing about the odd hobby or interest but it’s pretty lighthearted.

19. Is one of them self conscious about their body? If so how does the other comfort them

Beckett occasionally has Moments over his hands and worries about hurting Sascha or something. They basically respond by being like “are you kidding the claws are hot as hell”. On occasion, Beckett will get one of them to Vicissitude them down if he wants to use his hands more, although they’ll regrow and be achey for a night or two afterwards.

20. Say they were cuddling on the bed while listening to record player playing the background. Which song is playing?

Honestly I want to say Third Eye by Florence + the Machine just for fic reasons. When I was writing Mantle I saw it very much as Beckett towards Sascha, but it fits with Ilias towards them as well.

I have no idea how they would have discovered F+tM but anyway.

23. What kinda joyrides do they go on? Relaxing ones or wild ones?

It. I imagine it usually involves police chases. When it doesn’t Beckett will occasionally go wolf so he can stick his head out the car window like :P

Shh don’t tell anyone.

25. Do people ever get annoyed of their pda

God probably. One of the main exceptions is Anatole, who’ll basically go, “Oh! Are we cuddling?” and flop on top of Beckett.

27. Which one’s the red, which one’s the blue

They’re all red. Fear. Ilias is probably closest to blue.

28. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope

Sascha has both PTSD (from Symeon and Michael, and from the Eldest) and C-PTSD (from being bound to the Dracon for literal centuries). Also depression and anxiety, which are... pretty common with those. See question 8 for some of the coping methods, the rest is just... taking each day as it comes. Like they’ve lived a very long time, but they only got free of the Dracon in 2006, so it’s still a very new thing.

Ilias has some trauma from some of the things he’s had to do to survive since waking up with the Thirst of Ages, and gets into guilt spirals on occasion. He mostly focuses on Path of Nocturnal Redemption methods to work through it; he’s kind of adverse to anyone seeing him vulnerable like that. He knows Sascha has done some awful shit, but they weren’t themself at the time so Ilias feels it doesn’t count, and Beckett is like, Humanity 6? He just doesn’t get it, so Ilias keeps it to himself.

Beckett has an odd, acquired one - his experiences in Jerusalem left him with the ability (if it could be called an ability!) to occasionally hear the Cobweb (the Malkavian Madness Network). While his connection isn’t nearly as strong as an actual Malkavian’s, he does get odd flashes of Insight; less helpfully, it can occasionally get, uh, loud in his head. This tends to ramp up a bit with proximity to Malkavians, so when he’s around Anatole, Anatole will help him filter the voices and thoughts out by teaching him meditation techniques. (Given that Anatole - correctly - feels responsible for Beckett being afflicted thus, he wants to make sure it doesn’t hit his lover too badly.)

29. Does one have a spot on them where they would melt when the other kisses them there

Give Beckett head scritchies and he’ll turn into a puddle :3

34. Are they a reckless couple or safe

*loud, prolonged laughter*

37. Do they get into fights often? If so what do they fight over and how do they make up?

Sascha and Ilias are usually... very chill; if they argue, it’s over the other’s safety, like Ilias wanting to do something reckless and Sascha being very much ‘please do not’. Sascha and Beckett argue a bit more, although thankfully they have now stopped trying to literally kill each other XD When they do, it’s usually ideological, related to Gehenna, Caine, et cetera. Sascha is still very much a part of the Sabbat, and Beckett is, well, basically an atheist.

40. Who would fight in honor for the other if someone would insult them

All three tbh. Here’s a fun bit from the novel:

Still really dig this bit from BJD, too!

No misgendering on Beckett’s watch!

42. How would one react if the other was to die

Uh.

Poorly.

Like most of Sascha’s sanity slippage was due to the Dracon’s essence being fused to their own and just how the Eldest... did that, but a good part of it was absolutely due to Ilias’ death.

43. Who dies first

...canonically, Ilias XD;;

It’s okay he gets better.

[gothicwidowsworld]

Hallows Eve ○ Z.B

A/N it's not halloween yet lol but it's my favourite holiday and I literally just watched this episode yesterday so here it goes x

Imagine...

Y/N wasn't like most children, she loved her leather jackets and doc Martins from a young age and grew up on the classics like AC/DC, Black Sabbath & Iron Maiden. Oh and she was a witch... yep you heard that correctly. Y/N arrived at Miss Robichaux's Academy at a younger age then most and it was a bigger adjustment too, you see the y/s/c girl was from the UK. There weren't really any 'school's' like this back home unless you counted hogwarts but sadly that was just fictional. You see witches were a dying breed as most who knew they carried the bloodline just simply refuse to reproduce. So at the age of 10 Y/N was sent away after setting fire to her belittling and abusive father which in turn sent the whole house ablaze. It was a pretty big story in the press at the time because the firemen couldn't find any cause of the fire, nor could it be explained how a small girl managed to survive it without even a scrape or bruise...well of any sort of mark really.

Now even though a couple of years had past the small girl was now a teenager and was just as sarcastic and dark as she was when she first stepped foot into the building much to Cordelia's dismay. Over the years Cordelia had become like a mother to the girl hoping she would open up and to give her the life of any other young girl. However Y/N found it a lot more fun to hex people into letting her do things she shouldn't. Mainly to see horror films that she was not old enough to watch even if she did have Delia's permission (which would never have been an option anyway). So the night of Halloween (or hallows eve if you want) Y/N had no costume just a big pile of movies to get through before dawn and believe me she would. Well she would of if she hadn't been interrupted while watching Scream by well a scream, when the screaming didn't stop and only quietened to small breathless whimpers the y/h/c girl simply huffed pausing the movie and decided to investigate.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON!" The british Teen yelled stomping down the stairs to find Zoe, Nan and Luke stood behind the new maid (clearly Delphine LaLaurie) with shards of glass and candy strewn all over the floor. "Aw did some little kids scare you lady?" Y/N questioned mockingly leaning against the banister of the grand staircase, turning swiftly to the group of teens Madame LaLaurie simply shook her head "All hell has opened up on our doorstep." Thinking the crazy old bat was just being dramatic Y/N simply rolled her eyes as Queenie came to join the gathering crowd, however when the banging didn't cease "Right I'll get my bat" the youngster stated to the room before restomping up the stairs.

When the girl returned the group had disappeared and like a scene in the horror movies she loved the front door loomed ahead creaking just loudly enough to be audible in the subtle wind. With an artist like flare Y/N sighed swinging her beloved bat with nails over her shoulder.

The scene outside was simply carnage, body parts laid here and there like the devil had kicked his toys out the pram and had a temper tantrum. Zoe held two pots in her hands hoping to distract the zombies from Nan and Luke while screaming at the top of her lungs. "What an idiot" Y/N hissed what was Zoe thinking... actually take that back she clearly wasn't! There was only one way this was going to end if Y/N didn't help and she was sure Zoe didn't want her final words to literally be shit. Grabbing the pale girls wrist Y/N took off running dragging the poor girl behind her to the semi safety of the  Cordelia's old garden shed, while the English girl knew the door wouldn't hold them back for long maybe just maybe it would be long enough to come up with some sort of plan. Frantically looking around for a weapon of some sort her eyes landed on a chainsaw. It was a tad rusty and had peeling paint but they weren't exactly looking for something with aesthetic, silently she thrusted the heap of rusting metal to her friend "Ready to kick some arse?" The leather clad girl questioned looking for some form of sign the Zoe was ok and ready to fight, only getting a small nod in return Y/N simply grinned like a mad woman before kicking the door down. Zoe was normally a shy girl but even Y/N had to admit the American look hot welding a chainsaw that just seemed to sing after not being used for so long, so she told her exactly that before swing her bat into the head of a decaying corpse smashing it like a coconut at the fête.

The next morning was spent clearing up the mess and destruction, still somewhat hyped the foreign minor chucked mangled limbs onto the bonfire "Last night was some real Shaun of the dead kinda shit" she stated to the other two girls helping clean up. Turning to Zoe Y/N winked at the girl while wiping her gloved hands "Still think you looked hot as fuck with that saw" Before walking away.

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A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 10

Summary:  You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count: 3044 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

Sam

Sam woke up alone in Y/N’s bed, reached over to the empty side of the bed, and felt cold sheets. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized he had slept later than he usually did. In fact, it was barely still morning. Sitting up, he realized he had slept better than he had in ages. As he went through his morning routine, he tried not to think about how nice it was to have Y/N curled up with him. It had been a long time since he’d shared a bed with a woman, even just for sleep. His mind drifted back… Amelia. Sam shook his head to try to clear those thoughts before they took hold. At least Amelia got out alive. She’s happy with Don, now. That’s better than most of his romantic partners. Sam purposely changed his thoughts since the head shaking had obviously failed.

After Sam was dressed he headed to the kitchen to look for food. He stopped short just inside the door when he saw Dean and Y/N hugging. Sam felt frozen until he saw them break apart, and then he was able to force his feet to move him over to the coffee pot. While he was getting his coffee, he heard Dean say something quietly to Y/N, then Dean’s heavy footfalls as he left the room. Sam sighed.

“I guess he’s still pissed at me, huh?” Sam turned to Y/N, who was leaning against the counter.

“Yeah. It was kind of a low blow, but he’ll get past it. I mean, I’ve only known him a day, but I can already tell he loves you more than he’s mad at you.” Sam felt Y/N’s words strike his heart. It had been a low blow, and he knew it. There weren’t many things Dean couldn’t find a way to joke about, but Lisa was definitely one of them. Dean had forgiven Sam for a lot over the years, though each time had been harder than the last. Sam wondered if maybe this would be the time Dean just didn’t. Sure, this was minor compared to the myriad of ways Sam had let Dean down in the past, but it could be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Sam sighed.

“We’ll see, I guess.” 

Y/N moved towards the door. “We’re going to head to my apartment to grab some things I’ll need. Do you want to come along, or…?” Sam’s eyes flew to Y/N’s.

“Your apartment? Really?” Y/N nodded and shrugged.

“Dean says he’s got a plan. I didn’t ask about it.”

“I’m definitely coming. You’ll need both of us if something’s waiting for you.” Sam followed Y/N to the garage, where Dean was already in the car. Sam got in the back, leaving Y/N in the front. “Dean, what’s the plan? Head over there with hex bags and guns at the ready and shoot anything with red hair?” As Dean pulled the car out of the garage, he shook his head slowly, then pulled out his phone. Sam sighed. Obviously Dean was still pissed. He just hoped Dean got over it if things went pear-shaped.

“Crowley? I heard a rumor your mother’s got the hots for my brother. It must run in the family. I know, I know, after she’s dead we go back to trying to kill each other. Meet us at the bar. See you in ten.” Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket and pulled the Impala out onto the main road. Sam watched Y/N’s face and almost chuckled. The look of incredulity was hilarious.

“Do you have the King of Hell on speed dial?” Although she seemed surprised, there was also a small smile playing at the edges of her mouth. Dean flushed a little pink and then smirked at her. Sam watched the flirtation and wondered why he suddenly wanted to deck his brother.

“How does the song go? ‘I got friends in low places,’ right?” Dean chuckled as Y/N laughed and Sam glowered at the two of them.

“Why does the fact that the King of Hell has a cell phone surprise me? I guess I always figured there’d be magical ways of doing things like that if magic existed.” Sam was still feeling grumpy, so let Dean answer the question.

“There are, but a summoning spell takes time. Demons make phone calls using blood, but really, burner phone is just easier. If you know who you’re calling is going to pick up, it’s not worth the bloodshed, quite frankly.” Y/N shook her head in amazement.

“I have so much to learn.” Sam felt his chest get tight at the thought of Y/N having to learn anything, and sighed. The car pulled into the parking lot of the bar, and the three of them got out and walked in, finding a booth near the back. Sam made sure he sat next to Y/N, keeping her safe on the inside, while Dean went up to the bar and ordered beers for all of them. As Dean was setting down the glasses, Crowley appeared behind him.

“Hello, boys. And girl.” Dean jumped, then turned to Crowley and grimaced. Y/N tried to stifle a giggle, but failed.

“What the hell, Crowley? I thought I was past people popping up behind me like that when Cas lost his wings!” Dean sighed and slid into the booth. Crowley slid in next to him.

“Just trying to keep you on your toes. If you’re going to go up against my mother, I need you sharp. Now, tell me, why is the newest member of your little club joining us for such a high-level discussion?” Crowley turned to Y/N with a charming smile that made Sam gag. “Not that I mind being in the presence of a beautiful woman, mind you, I just know how overprotective Moose and Squirrel can be about their girlfriends.” Sam felt Y/N stiffen and put his hand on her hand to calm her. He turned to Crowley and hoped he was giving him the bitchiest of all bitch faces.

“Never mind her, Crowley. Just tell us what you know about what Rowena’s got planned,” Sam barked. Dean smirked as a waitress brought over a large, fruity drink with about four or five skewered pieces of fruit and a teeny, tiny umbrella sticking out of the top. She set the drink in front of Crowley, and he stared at it for a long moment. Sam heard Y/N work to stifle another giggle.

“I see you remembered, Dean. You make me all warm where my bathing suit goes.” Crowley rolled his eyes and took a sip of the drink from the straw with a shrug. “What I know about Rowena’s plans is very little. I was able to intercede this afternoon because I travel faster than she does. I’ve had demons watching her, but she didn’t show her hand until it was almost too late.” Crowley looked at Y/N with what almost looked like sympathy, but Sam knew better. “I’m sorry about your shop. I do hope you had insurance.” Y/N nodded and smiled at Crowley, which put Sam on edge.

“I want to thank you for saving my life, even if you couldn’t save my shop,” Y/N said, quietly. Crowley’s eyes widened in surprise and he smiled at Y/N.

“Finally! Someone who understands the value of gratitude! Keep her around, boys. She can teach you lunkheads a thing or two.” Sam huffed angrily and glared at Crowley. Crowley kept his eyes coolly on Sam, as if egging him into starting something. Dean waved a hand to interrupt the stare down.

“Back to the matter at hand, you two. If we’re going to try to take Rowena out, we have to know where she’s going to be, and we have to find something that can kill her. Right now, Y/N needs supplies from her place, so we have to figure Rowena’s got her place staked out. As for weapons, we have bullets with witch-killing brew in them for distance shooting and Molotov cocktails of the stuff for close attacks. I say, we try to kill Rowena at Y/N’s apartment. We go in, pack up as much stuff as we can, and when Rowena comes after us, we take her out. If we kill her, then Y/N goes back to her life. If we don’t kill her, then we’ll have everything she’ll need for an extended stay with us while we find something else that can kill her.” Sam listened to Dean’s plan and had to admit it wasn’t all that bad.

Crowley’s eyes nearly bugged out. “You’re going to risk this beautiful young woman’s life by trying to take out Rowena whilst getting supplies? Are you joking?” Sam looked at Y/N and wondered if maybe Crowley was right. He started listing in his head everything she might need, and what other ways there were to obtain them. He felt his face flush at the thought of buying her bras and panties, and found himself shifting in his seat as his mind wandered inappropriately until Dean interrupted his train of thought.

“Look, she needs clothes, she needs personal items, and I’m sure there are other things in her apartment that she’ll want that aren’t replaceable. If what we have works, Rowena’s dead, Y/N gets to go back to her life, and everyone’s happy. If it doesn’t work, then we have a start on finding something that will work, and Y/N has what she needs for an extended stay with us. Two birds with one stone. ” The table got quiet while everyone took a long pull from their respective drinks.

“Look, it’s either this, or she borrows clothes from us,” Sam replied sarcastically. Crowley rolled his eyes and made a disgusted noise.

“If that’s your solution, Moose, it’s no wonder your relationships all end in the cemetery. They’d rather die than put up with you.” Crowley turned to Y/N and gave her a smarmy smile that made Sam cringe. “Darling, if you ever get tired of Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber here, I’d gladly keep you safe, and in a manner to which a lovely thing like yourself should be accustomed. Just because you have a 300-year old witch on your tail doesn’t mean you need to live in a hole in the ground that barely has indoor plumbing. You deserve satin sheets and chocolates on your pillow.” Sam groaned inwardly, but tried to keep his cool on the outside.

Y/N smiled and squeezed Sam’s hand. “Thank you for the offer, Crowley, but I’m fine where I am.”

Sam admired her ability to hide the nervousness she had to be feeling right now. “Crowley, just tell us. Will you help us or not?” Sam glared at Crowley and realized he was now almost crushing Y/N’s hand. He forced himself to relax his hand while he waited for Crowley’s answer.

“I can get her in and out unnoticed. We pop in, she packs, we pop out, and nobody would be the wiser. Then, once she’s out of the line of fire, you two idiots can go after Rowena on your own time.” Crowley had taken Y/N’s refusal better than Sam expected, still giving her admiring looks and smiling sweetly. Sam stopped himself from squeezing Y/N’s hand any harder.

“If you can pop her in and out, you can pop all of us in and out, Crowley.” Sam glared at the demon in front of him while Dean backed him up.

“Sam’s right. We’re not letting her out of our sight until we’re sure she’s safe. I don’t care if you saved her life yesterday, I still don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Either we all go, or none of us go,” Dean said. Crowley pretended to be offended by Dean’s remark.

“Dean, you wound me.” Crowley shrugged and nodded his head, though. “But, I see your point. Fine, I’ll pop us in, you three pack whatever you can, and I’ll pop us back out. If we run into interference, though, you idiots better shoot first and ask questions later.” Crowley sighed deeply and overdramatically, then took a long pull from his drink. Sam looked over at Y/N to gauge her reaction to this plan. He never expected what came next.

“Crowley, thank you for everything you’re doing for me. I know you don’t have to, and you’re putting yourself on the line for me, so I want you to know that I appreciate it. And if there’s something I can do in return, let me know, and I’ll do the best I can.” Sam and Dean both jumped and started talking over each other. Crowley waved a hand and both men lost their voices, opening and closing their mouths like guppies. Sam felt panic wash over him, and he clutched at Y/N’s hand.

“What I’m sure you’re overgrown protectors are trying to say is that making such an offer to the King of Hell is never a good idea. Now, I like you, so not asking you to seal that particular agreement with a kiss pains me greatly, but I won’t. Not that it wouldn’t be fun making Moose watch. I appreciate the sentiment, though, and will someday hold you to it. In the meantime, let’s get this show on the road. I have an underworld to run.” Crowley waved his hand again and both Winchesters groaned as their voices returned. “Let’s take this outside, shall we?” Sam took a deep breath, and pushed away his worry over what Crowley might ask Y/N to do in the future. Now was not the time.

On the walk out of the bar to the parking lot, Y/N gave Sam and Dean a quick rundown of her apartment, and where they could find bags they could use for packing. By the time they were outside, they had a plan for getting as much as possible packed up as quickly as possible. When they got to the Impala, Dean handed a big bottle with a rag sticking out of the top to Sam, and then put a similar bottle into an interior pocket of his coat. When he slammed the lid of the trunk shut, Crowley snapped his fingers, and the four of them found themselves inside Y/N’s apartment.

Sam took a quick look around and wished he could spend more time looking over her things. Today was not the day, though. The plan was set in motion, and Sam grabbed bags from closets, handing them to Y/N and Dean, and then following Y/N as she grabbed items and handed them to him to pack. Dean cleaned out the bathroom, then joined them in the bedroom to pack clothes. Sam took a bag and went through the living room, grabbing pictures and photo albums and anything else that looked important. In less than ten minutes, they were done, and as Crowley raised his hand to snap his fingers, the front door banged open and a man with blood dripping down his cheeks growled at them. Crowley snapped his fingers, and he and Y/N disappeared. Sam looked around the room in shock, seeing the same flash of anger and shock on Dean’s face. What the hell?

The cursed man was advancing on the brothers, and Dean quickly shot him in the head. The man’s head flew back while he took a step back, but he didn’t fall. As he straightened out to take another step closer, Sam and Dean both put two more bullets in his brain. After standing there with a dazed look on his face for a long moment, the man finally fell. Sam did some quick math in his head to calculate the number of witch-killing bullets they had left, but didn’t get to finish before he saw Rowena’s wild red hair turning the corner as she entered the apartment. Sam started firing at Rowena while Dean pulled out his witch bomb and lit the fuse. Sam fired one, two, three, four times, and Rowena simply raised a hand, making the bullets stop just in front of her and then fall to the ground. Dean, seeing that throwing something directly at Rowena wouldn’t work, instead threw his bomb at her feet, reciting the incantation as he threw. Rowena was obscured from view by a cloud of flame and smoke. Sam held his breath while the smoke cleared, and then let it out as he saw Rowena still standing there. She looked slightly green, and was taking heaving breaths, but she was still standing. Sam felt fear rising up in his chest as he fully realized he was about to die. Rowena was standing in the doorway of the apartment, and if there was another exit, he wasn’t aware of it. Even if there was a fire escape somewhere, Rowena could throw a curse before they’d get out the window.

Sam watched Rowena raise a hand to him and Dean, and just as she began to speak, he blinked, and he and Dean were standing in the bar’s parking lot next to the Impala, Y/N, and Crowley.

“Is she dead,” Crowley asked with a smug smile on his face while Sam and Dean caught their breath.

Sam huffed, glaring daggers at Crowley. “No. She stopped the bullets before they hit her, and the witch bomb only slowed her down for a moment.” Sam watched as Dean straightened up and his face hardened in anger.

“What the hell was that all about, Crowley? Another second and we would have been witch food!” Dean took a step toward Crowley, and Crowley held up a hand, stopping Dean in his tracks. Sam suddenly saw the family resemblance between Crowley and his mother and frowned deeply.

“I figured you’d want to take a crack at Rowena, but with the lovely Y/N safely far away. I brought her to safety, then got you. Would you rather I left her with you?” Crowley had a subtle smirk on his face while he looked back and forth between the brothers. Sam felt bile rising up in his throat.

“Call me when you figure out how to kill the bitch.” Crowley snapped his fingers one more time and disappeared.

[konekoryuugamine]

Chaos Critic’s Top 10 Disliked Anime

Oh man I am going to get SO much flack for this one . . . I know, I know" so many anime are out there, and so many are like this, and yadda yadda - Look, I wanna do this, I wanna help people steer clear of these shows, and if someone likes these shows, more power to ya, but I don't like them, this is only opinion, and I prefer that no one calls me a liar or a jerk for saying something about an anime that is all speculation and varied per person. Anyways, I don't own these animes, and please read and enjoy, no flames, thanks a bunch.    Let me say this now: not all anime rock.    I have been an avid anime watcher since I was in the 5th grade, and when I realized anime were released every year, in the hundreds, I was flipping over in cartwheels. Vampires, dragons, wizards, ninjas, rock and roll - all of those in my favorite animation style that is pretty much SO flipping awesome in so many ways - made me so happy.    I ended up binging anime on Toonami, (still do), and joined several anime sites to get the latest anime dishes and series that I could muster up enough free time to watch. My parents grew concerned about me watching so much of it to the point where I would have been addicted, but then I ended up telling them it was where my heart laid, and they accepted, it with somewhat unwilling protectiveness.        After all these years of watching anime and reading manga, I ended up developing tastes that ranged from very horroreqsue anime with suspense and mystery to ridiculous comedy with great puns on words.    'Bakemonogatari', everyone.

   However, with these tastes and genres came some of the weird and strangest animes I have ever seen, and am currently watching. Does this mean I think all 'weird' anime are bad? Heck no - 'Bobobo-Bobobobo', "Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt" and "FLCL" are some of my favorites, although I consider Bobobo a guilty pleasure.    I did run into some strange and bad anime, however, and it made me wonder whether or not getting into anime at all was a good or bad idea. It even made me think that these were the animes that gave other great ones bad wraps - hence the stereotype of Japanese anime always being about ten-year-old girls and tentacles.    No idea why, honestly.    The more I do think about it, however, I do feel there are some pretty bad anime out there on the internet, and if you ask any anime fan, they will list some anime that are bad, their favorites, and even one they watch when they choose to. Many a conversation I had often resulted in me talking about the ones I liked more than the ones I hated, to my relief.    But otherwise, I feel these anime I'm about to list carry their ideas a bit too far, go too far with anime as a format, or are just overhyped and bad as heck . . . just because an anime is weird, strange, badly dubbed or whatever else does not mean I have to hate it.    I have my reasons.    So, without fault, here's my top ten anime I dislike more than others. Keep in mind that these are the anime I dislike for certain reasons, and if someone out there does like these, and calls me out for hating them, then I accept it. Just because I hate something doesn't mean you can make me like it.

   And here they are. NUMBER 10: " Lil' Pri"        I thought this series would be cute to watch for a while, and I decided to watch a few episodes. I ended up binging the whole series and started thinking too much about it.    Then I realized it wasn't really that good.    Ringo Yukimori, a young girl who enjoys Snow White's stories, literally bumps into two other girls at a concert for a super famous singer named Wish. The other girls, Leila Takashiro and Natsuki Sasahara, also enjoy the stories of Princess Kaguya and Cinderella. The suddenly then run into three adorable talking animals, Sei, Dai and Ryoku, (a bird, a squirrel and a dragon), who are looking for their princesses in the human world.    The main idea behind this series is that the three girls turn into older versions of themselves with the embedded spirits of Snow White, Cinderella, and Princess Kaguya to help bring human happiness, "happiness tones", to Fairyland and save it. Humans' happiness and believe in the fairytales has dwindled, decreasing the happiness tones. So, the girls agree to help retrieve those, and along the way, they figure out Wish is the Queen's 'long-lost' son, who can turn into a rabbit . . .    Yeah see where I'm going here?    The anime is, for all intents and purposes, as straightforward as a magical girl series can get. There are no hidden meanings to Ringo, Leila or Natsuki, and their names pretty much are dead giveaways to what stories they enjoy most. Prince Chris, a.k.a. Wish, is immediately given focus at the beginning of the series, and there are no real surprises until the last few episodes of the series when the girls give up their magic, hint-hint, and leave Fairyland after retrieving all the happiness tones.    Let me tell you, that can get kind of boring . . .    The main problem I have with this series overall is how bland it is and how it seems to take ideas from several other little girls' magical shows, such as Ojamajo Do-re-mi or Pretty Cure. The concepts of having normal girls become heroes to save other lands, rescue royalty and adapt to their situation are something I've heard before and seen more excellently done, in other shows. The fact the girls also become idols onstage is an interesting quirk, but it reminds me too much of the Witchlings' maid outfit changes from the fourth season of Ojamajo. 

   It doesn’t help the CGI in the anime comes off as awkward, leaving the concert scenes clunky and hard to watch. Their movements are stiff, and their voices are not exactly the best. They do get better in vocals as the series progresses, but everything else stays the same.    When I also state how bland the series is, I'm also referring to Ringo, Leila, and Natsuki, reluctantly. The audience is told and can understand the heroines well enough to the point where we wish they had more depth. They all love Wish, they love fairytales, Ringo loves apples and has seven brothers, Leila is half Italian, Natsuki loves sports - we get it.    The problem is that they have no other depth than being cardboard cutouts of anime heroines.    We are never given any character conflicts, they never have issues that expand over the series, they never really get the kind of development other series like Sailor Moon receive for magical girl heroines. I know I may get flack for mentioning that, but I have seen development of Usagi Tsukino in both the manga and the new anime adaption of the series. The girls don't really receive any development here, aside from the minor mentioning of growing up and accepting happiness as it comes rather than forcing it on others.    The reason this one ranks so low on my list is because I do still enjoy the cuter designs of the characters, and give it points for trying to come up with a good driving plot that does bring to mind the idea of growing up and being happy. It’s a cookie cutter style idol show but it has heart to it. It tries to overstep its bounds, but never gets the chance to.     At the same time, I also think Show By Rock!! and Zombieland Saga did the “idol concept with a twist” take much better, what with one being a Sanrio based product that combines an isekai with an idol show, and an idol show about zombie girls that satirizes the entire idol industry.  NUMBER 9: " Full Metal Alchemist"    I am going to get SO much flack for this one . . .   Before someone eats my liver, let me say I love the series as a whole, but compared to Brotherhood, this series has become something that both baffles me and makes me confused.    The series revolves around Edward and Alphonse Elric, who try to bring their mother back from the dead using the practice of alchemy. Strictly taboo, and stricken with grief, they decide to bring her back and return to their happiness. However, something goes horribly wrong and Alphonse's body is taken as compensation for their mother, who doesn't truly return. Ed sacrifices his arm and leg to save his brother and bring him back in a suit of armor. After the incident, in the anime, Ed decides to join the military of Risembool and hunt down the Philosopher's Stone, which is implied heavily to be something that can work real miracles.    I enjoyed watching the series, and I empathized with both Edward and Alphonse. They lost everything, tried to get it back, and lost more in return. Their tackling of the philosophy of equivalent exchange and getting something for nothing is truly moving, and the deep symbolization of The Philosopher's Stone being hope and realization is something that I know I will never see duplication of.    Then . . . I saw the ending episodes of the first series.    And I got mad.    I expected an epic climax, much like what happened in "Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood". I wanted Ed to get his limbs back, Al to get his body back, Ed to marry Winrey, Hoenheim to die and accept his flaws, for the Philosopher stone to dissolve, and for Scar to repent himself . . .    Instead, we got something that felt rushed, confusing and strange to me. Something that throws the entire series out of whack because of it.    The leader of the Homunculi, who had been chasing Ed and Al all over the place until they reached Liore again, were being led by Dante. The old lady who taught Izumi, their teacher. The old lady who was killed by Greed in episode 33. Who had an assistant who had that strange alchemic tablet.    Dante, as it turns out, was a lover of Hoenheim, much to everyone's shock, and when Hoenheim and she gave up their souls for the stone, they created something that they could use to swap their bodies and minds, intelligence included, into other beings, sort of like the plot of "Quantum Leap" without the randomness and depth. She was jilted because Hoenheim left her, (reasonably succumbing to his guilt over killing so many people to make the stone), and she decided to make and use the Homunculi to chase down HIS sons and make a new stone.    In other words, she ended up wanting to make another stone, and her real motives for why are never explained, although her anger over Hoenheim leaving her for another woman, then using HIS KIDS to make a new stone, is petty in terms of evil levels. She toyed with the Elrics, taunted them throughout the series, and ended up controlling things to make a new Philosopher's stone.    That part, however, is hard for me to buy.    Dante being the villain behind everything, including the making of the second Philosopher's stone, and bringing back Rose for no other reason than to use her as a 'figurehead' then possess her, is hard for me to take in. This would mean she'd have to have tabs on the Elrics at all times, be involved in the Risembool military, use more than one person at one point or another, display that she knew about the war and probably was the one who started it in the first place.    There were no indications to me that Dante was the villain all along through the series, as the Homunculi were given more screen time than her, her assistant and later body double Lyra was shown twice and was bland as other minor characters, and things don't connect well for me to buy it logically.    If she was the one behind everything, and she was supposed to have been fake-killed by Greed, then when did she successfully possess Lyra? How long has she kept tabs on the Elrics? Was she involved somehow in Trisha's illness, that kickstarted the entire flipping hunt for the Philosopher's Stone? If she was also involved, why drag Rose into the battle to just tick off Edward?    And furthermore, if Hoenheim knew if she was behind everything, and knew he'd be killed otherwise, then why didn't he just come right out and explain everything to the brothers when they first got involved with the Homunculi? Was he just afraid of dying? Of killing others?

   The more confusing thing is how this ending was created. Anime depends on the manga in most cases to flesh out the story. If the manga is over several volumes, like One Piece or Bleach, episodes will be released and designated in arcs and storylines. If the manga is ahead of the anime, then the writing process for the episodes can be ad-libbed thanks to the story that’s already present.

   When the manga halts or goes on hiatus, the anime must do something to fill in the extra space while the mangaka continues their work. Hence “filler arcs”. Like the extra few filler arcs in Bleach that involve the new captain or the Bounts, or the filler arcs in Naruto that everyone wishes didn’t exist. They exist to not only extend the anime’s lifespan but to try and flesh out the worlds of these series to make them feel more alive. 

   In this case, this was a filler ending for the Full Metal Alchemist anime series. The manga had gone on hiatus and they had nothing to conclude the show with, so they had to deal with what they had. I wanted to like it, but after looking at everything, I just find that nothing fits.    Either way, the ending of the original anime just befuddled me with an antagonist who was barely connected to the story to me, and the threads that bound her fingers to her puppets were about as thin as fishing line to me.      . . . Not to mention I'm still wondering how the anime connected itself to the 'parallel-world' of 'Germany' and how Edward was stuck there through the movie "Conqueror of Shamballa", but that movie did try to tie up the original anime series with a bow.

   Of course, this leads me to say why I dislike it so much: because Full Metal  Alchemist: Brotherhood exists. It’s an amendment to the series that aims to follow every detail of the manga. We see more progressive action and character development from start to finish, and we see an expansive world that was never given to us in the original anime. Fans of the show were rewarded with Ed and Al getting what they wished for, intense and awesome animation, and a marriage proposal that is adorable no matter which way you put it.

   However, I will say the first 10 to 13 episodes of the original anime are far better introductory episodes than the first few episodes of Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood. We see the Elrics grow and reach their respective early goals quick, and we actually get to know Alexander and Nina before Shou Tucker fucks things up. We also get deeper motivation for Ed’s reasons to become a State Alchemist. 

   If I did have to recommend this series to people who’d never seen it, I’d say go watch the first 10 episodes of the first FMA series, then watch Brotherhood in its entirety. Get the context and emotional development first, then come back in for what else is in store.    And now I'm gonna put on this football helmet while I wait for the hate mail. NUMBER 8: " Ghost Hound"    This one is a special case of bad to me.    There was a point where I got hooked on the anime "Serial Experiments Lain" and I got into the idea that many anime were deeper than they seemed. Lain was a dimensional protagonist who I felt much in common with, and developed a sense of what I wanted to know about ESP. I decided to get into shows involving the subject, and later developed a taste in supernatural shows and law dramas. Or anything that often touted lighter themes of horror.    I found this anime on accident one day when I was looking up scary anime. And after finding out it was done by Production I.G. and Shirow Masamune, I was ecstatic.     I was disappointed when I watched it.    The entire story revolves around a boy named Taro, who was kidnapped with his younger sister Mizuka on September 22nd, 1996. His sister died, but he survived the horrific situation. Since then, he's been seeing a therapist and has horrible PTSD-induced nightmares involving the situation. He also develops the ability to astral project himself into The Unseen World, which is the space between the living and the dead, and he uses his ability to better himself and his friends Makoto and Masayuki, who have also suffered similar traumatic childhood situations. They are led on this journey by their psychologist, who has his own agenda on the matter, but wants to help solve the supernatural insanity in the boys’ lives due to his own interactions with The Unseen World.     On its own, this idea is rather interesting, and you feel it can be done well over the course of 13 episodes, with an added OVA of how the entire conflict is resolved with death being a part of life, how having a power means it comes with greater responsibility and how everyone has issues they must come to terms with. And in the case of Masamune’s anime, delve deeper into the human understanding and structure of the conscious and unconscious mind.    However, the anime takes a rather . . . interesting, turn in its story. And when I say interesting, I mean something that may or may not work, depending on who you ask.    When the boys get together and go after the one who kidnapped Taro and his sister, they come across Miyako Komagusu, who has spiritual powers thanks to her miko line. She chooses to help them and Taro soon becomes fixated on Miyako due to her appearance, which is eerily similar to his sister. 

   Soon, the whole kidnapping element is thrown out the window, same with the title of the anime being only Makoto's astral-projection form, and comes in with a religious sect underneath Makoto's family and the fact his grandmother tries to make Miyako the new head after her father is hospitalized.    And it's later revealed that the Ogami Religious Cult has ties to an underground group of illegal drugs, medical enhancements, MUTANTS, and child kidnappings . . .    At this point, I was saying "why?"    On the one hand, it's a dark turn for an anime that started out with ESP, traumatic incidents, and they do save Miyako from the group of psychos. Whether or not the group remained standing was unclear to me, and the more I thought about how deep this went, the further I ended up in mental spirals of how logic had to be invoked.    On the other hand, it's a mish-mash of every cliche involving some evil mastermind group I can think of: the bad guy actually did this to such and such, who became the main guy's best friend, and now they want the girl who the main character has a connection with, and they all have supernatural powers, and they get others who betrayed the bad guys to help them.    This overlay of genres, and the fact the ESP is forgotten at about halfway through the anime for my liking, (along with there not even being MUCH of the supposed 'ghost hound'), there is also a stunning issue I had with the design of the characters not fitting the backgrounds. Whereas the designs were simple, the backgrounds were overly lush, too detailed, too mesmerizing.    Not like in "Over the Garden Wall", but still.    All in all, 'Ghost Hound' is a mixed bag to me. It does provide some good food for thought and an interesting storyline, but the second half ruins the story and eliminates the ESP the story was embedded into. NUMBER 7: " School Days"    I am aware this will be on others' hate lists, but hear me out . . . yeah, it's that bad in the anime form.    "School Days" is based on a visual novel game of the same name by Overflow, and has quickly garnered a reputation. The series involves this character, Makoto, as he makes his way into high school and develops a crush on adorable and shy Kotonoha. At the same time, depending on which way the player goes, he'll also fall for his best friend, his best friend's cousin, the other girls IN his class - well, you get where I'm going with this.    But before I get to the anime, let me explain a bit more about the game itself.    It incorporated motion and sound into the visual touch, making it look like you were playing an interactive anime, which wasn't that bad of an idea. There were also numerous cut scenes, (including graphic content might I add), that depicted the characters, and something that made the series very popular online: the death scenes.    What made this game unique from others is that it included graphic and detailed executions of main characters in several gorey fashions, along with some of the worst bad ends that can ever be imagined when it comes to one main character screwing over someone else. One death scene in particular involved Kotonoha committing suicide from a tall building in front of Makoto and Sekai, and you can HEAR THE CRUNK AND BUBBLE OF HER BODY AS SHE HITS THE PAVEMENT.    THAT ALONE TELLS YOU WHAT IS AT STAKE IN THIS GAME IF YOU SCREW UP.    But, because of how varied the main character's answers can get, and how many cut scenes are available at the time of the first go-around, someone will have to play the game multiple times before a Good ending is unlocked, like the super-rare harem-esque relationship between Makoto, Satonaka and Kotonoha. (Apparently, it's impossible to get because of how many things you can say, but I digress).    Now, to explain how the game became an anime . . . and I really don't want to . . .    The anime adapts the storyline of the game, following Makoto in high school, and he tries to get Kotonoha to fall for him, and Sekai tries to help him, then she falls for him. In short, it's a typical anime that depicts a three-way love triangle.    Until about the fourth or fifth episode.    After he gets Kotonoha as a girlfriend, he dates Sekai, with the knowledge of everyone, and LIES about breaking up with Kotonoha, AND HAS SEX WITH SEKAI, for the purpose of making things better with Kotonoha. He then goes around and sleeps with OTHER GIRLS IN HIS CLASS and AVOIDS KOTONOHA to keep up this whole thing.    That is called "sleeping around" and "being a jerk".    The reasons why people list this anime on their worst list is mostly because of the annoying voices, or because of the stilted and bland colors in the background, but to me and numerous others, it's because of Makoto Ito being a two-timing jerk who also has sex with numerous girls while still having one intimate girlfriend.    No, what also cements it for me, are the last three episodes: Sekai announces she's pregnant to the class, Makoto is reasonably cut off from his friends, Kotonoha, who had been RAPED, is devastated, and Makoto blames Sekai for ruining his life when he was JUST as much at fault in the first place. He goes out with Kotonoha, and right as he gets home, Sekai, reasonably ticked off, stabs him brutally with a butcher knife, and Kotonoha kills her and affirms she was lying about her pregnancy, then takes Makoto's head and sails off.    This was about the only way I could have expected this entire mess to conclude. Someone had to die, Makoto had to be given his karmic payback for sleeping with so many women, and for cheating and leaving Kotonoha to be raped and blaming Sekai for everything when he had his own faults, and Kotonoha had to take revenge or grow a backbone because of how everything bad happened to her for some reason.    In other words, the conclusion is more satisfying to me than the show itself, and that actually saved it a few places on my list. Watching it from start to finish is terrible, and the way you know about Makoto's sleeping around makes you want to slap some sense into him.    Or stab him with a knife, but I digress. NUMBER 6: " Bludgeoning Angel Dokuro-Chan"    AND now we get to something that's both bad and comedic.    And for once I'm not talking about Spongebob.    "Bludgeoning Angel Dokuro-Chan" is an anime that combines hentai and comedy, and as for the brand of humor, it relies on what is known as the continuous running gag. To understand what I mean, let me give you a few examples of continuous anime running gags: Team Rocket blasting off in every episode of "Pokemon" and doing some kind of farfetched scheme to capture Pikachu, how Joey Wheeler is also denoted as being immature or a punk, and as of more recent anime I've seen, how Tsukune is subjected to being fought over by Moka and the other girls.    The reason I'm bringing this up is that these are the gags I've seen being used in shows that quickly got stale . . . and were still being used as the show went along. 'Pokemon' is still the biggest offender of this since Pokemon Co. got a hold of the dubbing and anime creations in both Japan and America. The gag of Team Rocket blasting off is okay for a season or so, but seeing them just get pounded again and again makes me feel sorry for them, and makes me want to slap them and say "Stop blowing yourselves up all the time!", thinking they'd learn.    But hey, I can dream can't I?        The issue with that is the issue with this anime completely.    "Bokotatsu-Tenshi Dokuro-Chan", or "Bludgeoning Angel Dokuro-Chan" is an anime that focuses on a boy named Sakura Kusanabe, who is a normal boy going to school and having a crush on his classmate. Apparently, 20 years into the future, he invents a machine that prevents the aging process on women after the age of 13, making them . . . physically younger.    They literally call this in the anime a "pedophile's dream world".    So, God, in the future, sends an angel, Dokuro, to go and assassinate him so he can't make this crazy machine . . . if you are laughing right now, I was too.    The plot is ridiculous, as par for how it's supposed to be a comedy, but the manner of ridiculous ends there and it becomes more mindbogglingly annoying with each passing episode. Dokuro, when she gets to Sakura, decides to live with him and convince him to not build the machine, and in the process, does so with her rambunctious energy, super-human strength, her annoying voice, and often times, KILLS HIM WITH HER KANABO CLUB CALLED EXCALIBOLT.    That is the gist of the entire show. He tries to impress a girl, he 'insults' the over-sensitive Dokuro, she kills him, she brings him back to life. He tries to make some friends, she gets offended, she kills him, she brings him back to life. And so on and so forth.    For about thirteen episodes.    I ended up watching the series with my younger sister when I was about 15, and I couldn't help but laugh ad how dumb it was. And because I knew I couldn't change the videos because of my younger sister saying "Show me more, show me more! I wanna see him die again!"    . . . I felt a part of my soul die. (I also learned never to show my sister that kind of anime again . . . until she watched "Attack on Titan"). so, Anyways!    The entire anime, dub or sub, is annoying, high pitched, and the characters are all flat as boards. Dokuro's entire character is her crush on Sakura and the fact she wants to help him while never learning she accidentally causes his deaths. Sakura is a perverted young boy who is trying to get by, and ends up falling for Dokuro in a stereotypical fashion. There's also other angel characters, such as one who uses a  . . . cattle prod, and she has ram horns . . . and one who is a  . . . transvestite punk goblin?    To be honest, I never bothered to remember their names because I forgot about them after another two episodes. Same with Dokuro's sister. The only reason I remember her was because the show made her look hot for a 7-year-old, and she used a wet towel as a weapon.    And everyone in the school thought she was hot.    . . . I'm gonna stop on this one now before I get angry again and say that this anime isn't very good, but it does do a good job in setting up something that is both hilarious in context and causing some of the better memes in AMV Hell 3. NUMBER 5: " Sonic X"    From contrived and humorous to awkward and strange.    I first watched this show, much like others, on the Fox Box, (among other anime that were terribly dubbed by 4Kids). It was . . . strange, to see a talking hedgehog with blue quills run about with a two-tailed yellow kitsune, and on Earth no less. I had to change the channel every few seconds or so because I felt so strange watching them. I ended up feeling the same thing when I was watching 'Sonic Underground'.    I know now that the feeling was 'awkwardness'.    The story follows Sonic and his friends from the planet Mobius as they get transported to Earth because of some unintended calculations from Sonic screwing with Dr. Eggman's machine. Because they don't how it happened, and they don't know how to go back, they have to adjust on Earth, and they do just that. In the process, Sonic befriends a human, Chris, whose father is a scientist.    And the wacky adventures are supposed to continue from there . . .    I'll go ahead and say this now: combining humans in a world of anthropomorphic animals has to either be done well or not at all. I'm cool with anthropomorphism being talking animals, like Bubbie from 'Flapjack', or like Fred the horse or Beatrice from 'Over the Garden Wall'. I also don't mind if they have only the humanistic approach, and cannot talk, like the animals from 'Wicked'.    But if it's full anthropomorphism, like Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry, then it has to make sense as to why they are there and how they can fit in with the environment. It comes down to three basic things: environment, history and art style. If the environment is okay, and the history of there being anthropomorphism is established, and the art style is in turn okay, then it is okay in the long run.    This is why I enjoy "The Looney Tunes Show". The environment is more modern and bent to match reality, the history of the characters is established early on and build on episode by episode, (and there's the references that add to it with Looney Tunes jokes from previous shorts from the 60's), and there are confirmed humans in the show who don't notice the anthropomorphism, and the art style blends it all together in a clean swipe of hilarity and animation brilliance.    This is also why I enjoy the movie "Cats Don't Dance": it takes anthropomorphism of animals and turns it into a metaphor for racism in 1940's Hollywood. It combined a relative environment of a historical timepiece, added the necessary elements of anthropomorphism with its own rich metamorphic history and the art style made all of it look like it was a classic cartoon.    If the environment works, and the history is laid down, and the art style manages to work it together, then anthropomorphism in shows is alright and well done in my book. But, (and I do have to be honest when I say this), if even one of these is never touched on, or brought too much into focus, then questions will be raised and things can be turned awkward.    This is what I feel happened when I watched 'Sonic X'.    The environment was Earth and all humans, with no mentions of Sonic being real before, and then out of the blue Sonic and his friends fall to Earth, "like Magic". The art style made it harder for me to watch because of how cartoonish Sonic and his friends looked compared to the humans and Eggman. It also could have been because every line looked SO SMOOTH, and there were no detailed areas or specifics, but I could have been wrong.    To me, this series started off awkward, and continued to get more awkward with the introduction of Shadow, Eggman's schemes and the later part of season one. The conclusion of season one was, and I'll say it lightly, okay. Chris saying goodbye to Sonic and his friends at the expense of never seeing them again was heartfelt, and he did act reasonably when it came to seeing them leave.    (Although the CGI could have been better for their transition back).    THEN . . . season two happened . . . then season two happened . . .    Just like how I feel with "Sword Art Online", I feel season two of 'Sonic X' is weaker than the first. Chris coming back because he longed for Sonic all these years and building a machine to send him to Mobius, and he happens to turn into a kid again because of the time differences on planets?    Sure, I'll buy that, albeit it sounds like Sonic 06 to me.    And Cosmo being the key of life for an evil overlord, and later performs a sacrifice of herself to save everyone and Tails is left in the Friend Zone?    Cliche, painful to watch, predictable and overall weaker than the previous season.    I don't want to spend too much on this season either because the plot and Chris made it weaker than when we witnessed Sonic and his friends adapting to Earth and humanity. Introducing an annoying character again and adding a character who becomes the key for hope is something I feel has been done better before. I hate feeling this way because I watch "Sonic Boom" now, but I feel that one is better than this . . .    I hate to feel that way, but I do. NUMBER 4: " Eiken"    Stop me if you've heard this before: a new male student to a school, desperate to make friends, ends up tripping and falling, literally, for a busty babe who is perfect. Then he has to do something insane, meet her friends, and tries to hook up with her only to be shut down as lucky, a pervert or a complete loser.    If you answered me with "That's the opening plotline for Rosario+Vampire", then you're close. I also would have accepted "Stop talking, that sounds like every hentai anime out there", but fair enough.    This is also, word for word, the opening scenes of the OVA series "Eiken".    THIS one is BAD.    Originally an 18 volume manga series, "Eiken" involves a boy named Densuke Mifune, who transfers to Zashono Academy at the start of a new year. He accidentally gropes one of the school's most attractive girls, Chiharu Shinonome, and gets drafted into the Eiken Club, which is run by her friend, the lively and flirtatious Kirika Misono. He is then subjugated to being tortured by the club members while he tries to get Chiharu to like him.    . . . there is a catch to this one aside from being stereotypically harem/hentai anime.    "Eiken" has become infamous in the anime community for having female characters possess pronounced, er . . . "tracts of land".    Yeah, I said it.    The entire manga and two-episode OVA series follow hentai taken to ridiculous extremes, involving large boobs.    I don't know how the joke came about, or how people come to know about this, (probably in the same manner that people know about Boku no Pico), but dang it, I hate that I know about this one. The only reason this isn't my number one pick is that I found other clips on AMV Hell about it, and decided to check it out.    Now, I bet you're wondering: why would a straight-laced, highly intelligent young woman like myself watch a two-episode OVA involving girls with 'humorously' large breasts and a perverted boy who day-dreams of bondaging his crush in measuring tape?    I'll let Alucard get channeled here for that reason. Ally? (Alucard: Fuck you, that's how.)    Thanks, ya fuck-mothering vampire.    Aside from hitting all the earmarks of cliche and hentai moments in the book, the OVA adds to it by adding as much fanservice as physically and mentally possible, such as the bananas, the table dresses, the bondage day-dreams, etc. If someone wanted to make a hentai porn, those already exist. This is trying too hard to be something like porn without being it.    And kind of doing it poorly.    The games of the academy also are involved in some kind of rigging, which is contrived and makes no sense whatsoever, and Chiharu is involved with the bad guy, who is also cliche and makes no sense, and the entire resolution is easily predictable. It's dull, and only served to make me angry when I watched the OVA to see what the frick it was about.    I really do regret it.    I cannot stress how much hatred and pity I have for those who read this and actually enjoy it. If you do, more power to you; but just remember something.    THEY GAVE A 10-YEAR OLD BOOBS THE SIZE OF BASKETBALLS. NUMBER 3: " Black Butler II"    Before ANYONE says anything, YES I consider the second season of "Black Butler" to be another anime entirely.   Makes separating the two much easier.   For the record, nothing is wrong with "Black Butler". The series is wonderful, the pacing is perfect, the storylines between the manga and the show differ greatly, but either way the conclusions are perfect, the artstyle and metaphoric coloring is syched, the voicing acting is awesome - shall I go on?    So, when I finish the first season and see the second one, I decide to watch it.    I really, really, REALLY wish I hadn't.    The first season was, in all definitions of the words, "a work of art". The second season too it, and decimated every last loose end that was tied up in the first season finale.    Why am I being so hard on this series?    For a couple of reasons.    First of all, the plot.    The second series picks up with a new young blond gentleman, Alois Trancy, who has recently been found by his family after a kidnapping incident. Because of his trauma, he's become a bit of a jerk and often harms others. At his side is a handsome and elegant butler, Claude, who looks eerily closer to Sebastian than I can stand. They take the mansion over, and Alois goes about his merry way to be happy, albeit in the worst of ways, by torturing his female maid Hannah and the triplet servants.    If this is starting to sound like a warped Ciel Phantomhive to you, then you are feeling the exact same thing I felt when I first watched it. Of course, the first episode delves right into these two firsthand, how Alois is a bit of a prick, (the fact he wears booty shorts), and how he is not above hurting others to get what he wants. 

   Something I don't remember Ciel ever wanting to do or exhibit.    So, in episode one, a strange man with a large suitcase comes to the door and Alois lets him in. The man is later revealed to be Sebastian Michaelis, who was searching for something. In the suitcase is Ciel Phantomhive's soulless body, and Sebastian leaves the mansion with a tea box, holding a familiar blue ring. Alois is ticked, Claude is pissed and Ciel comes back from the dead.    The reason for this is pretty much left obvious for the viewers through flashbacks: in the first series finale, Sebastian was about to take Ciel's soul, when a contrived demon spider, Claude, swiped his delectable soul away from the raven demon. Sebastian, reasonably ticked off, went after him and gave him his soul back, but now Ciel's memories of the previous season are gone, he has lost his revenge sought, and doesn't remember how he helped to save London.    There's a reason I hate this anime.    Claude stealing Ciel's soul and him having amnesia are just more contrivances that serve nothing more than to force the plot of there being another demon-master team for Sebastian and Ciel to go up against. Rather than build up to something in the previous season, everything in this one is left readily explained, and it just hurts to see how everything goes swiftly to dog poop.     The second reason, the behavior of Claude and Alois Trancy. I've seen several worst anime character lists over the web, and Alois Trancy often dominates because of his smarmy attitude, his devastating contrasts to Ciel and how he harms others and begs to be saved by Claude at every instant notion of danger. 

   And, I can see why. Alois was, without a doubt, raised in a hellish environment, and all he had to look forward to was his 'brother', who is actually a saving grace for the anime and the blond. However, the severe deaths and mass village murders that took place because of his brother's pact with Hannah the Demon just wrecked everything for him.    If the writers wanted to make Alois more relatable, like Ciel, then more emotional touching could have been done. Instead, Alois is often shown not regretting his actions, causing trouble and damage at every beck and call, and like in one episode, begs for help from Claude. I can tell he's supposed to be a contrast to Ciel, but it's too far.    Especially when you count in how he also has three servants and Claude.    As for Claude, he's not off the hook either. His mannerisms are more unique than Sebastian, but aside from that, he's the same dandy as Sebastian. All he does differently is be more cold-hearted and go back on his bargain made with Sebastian in the second episode. And to explain that in further detail, he and Sebastian ended up making a blood pact using roses and their own blood to see who would get Ciel Phantomhive's soul: a who would win kind of scenario with a yaoi prize going to the winner. Claude was the one who suggested it, and he was the jerk who broke it. Sebastian even pointed this OUT, and still, Claude wanted Ciel's soul.    Not . . . to mention when Ciel and Alois' souls combined, he acted a bit . . . creepy around Ciel. (Dude kisses his leg . . . pedophilia there.)    Three, the introduction of Hannah and her role in the story. Hannah is literally the Deus-ex-machina in this story, and I will not lie when I say I genuinely believe it. The maid, Hannah, later in the episodes, is revealed to be a demoness, (whom Sebastian never noticed before, even when Clyde used her as a sword sheath), and was never brought into full use as a demoness and user of magic until the final three episodes. She is given a very cliche and bland personality at first, which gives way to how she was putting on a facade to get close to Alois, because she felt what his brother felt when he made the pact with her.    As much as I feel Hannah is a saving grace of the anime, I have to ding some points off because of how she exposites her role in Alois' past to him, in Ciel's body no less, and ends up performing a final act, that should not be possible, until she dies with Clyde and Alois. She could have been a better part of the story if she was given more of a stronger personality when Alois was being cruel, without going too sappy.    Not much else about her makes me want to hate her as much as hug her. She does has a reason to be near Alois, she does care about him unlike Clyde, and does win him over in the end. But in all cases, she was a little bit of a good thing in a large bad thing.    And as for the fourth reason, the flipping ending of the second series.    Oh . . . MY GOD . . .    Here's what happens as a recap, and stay with me here. 

   Ciel and Alois' souls are combined so he can be used by Claude as a last-ditch effort to win over Sebastian, and Sebastian gets reasonably ticked. Claude acts creepy, Ciel and Alois fight over Ciel's body and a maze is conjured that is fixed by Alois to let Claude win and take Ciel's soul away. Sebastian and Claude fight in the maze, Grell is there for no reason, Hannah is trying to talk to Alois who is in control, and Ciel's will takes over and changes the maze again. Alois finds out Claude lied and did want Ciel's soul, and Alois is ticked. The butlers complete the maze, and see Hannah over a passed out Ciel/Alois, and now with a new mark on him. The butlers are then escorted by Hannah to a demonic isle where they fight, and Alois' final contract with Hannah is revealed: he decided if Ciel's soul was so valuable, then he didn't want anyone to have or love it. So he wished that Ciel was a demon.    Ciel Phantomhive becomes a demon, and his last command to Sebastian before this happened was to follow his order and help him.    . . . The slap mark on my forehead is red.    Alois, being jealous of Ciel, wished him into a demonic being, and now Sebastian, who ended up with a happy ending in the first series, is now stuck with Ciel for all eternity. And as a bonus punishment, Ciel is immortal and has to retreat with Sebastian to the demon world and never return.    I was so angry when I watched this episode that I threw my phone across the room in a rage. Thank god for the Otterbox, or else it surely would have broken.    There are several problems I have here with this ending, one of the most obvious being how Hannah could get Alois to get another contract in when he was already in one with Clyde, and how Ciel's body could handle THREE contract pressures at once and not feel any kind of soul degeneration, or something by then. But no, the largest problem is how and why the writers turned Ciel into a demon.    The point of 'Black Butler" was to become associated with the concept of revenge and learn that it is not often what others are searching for. It's to be accepted that people will do bad things, and often get away with it. It doesn't mean taking revenge is the best option. While it is fulfilling, oftentimes it's not.    Here, the concept of revenge is taken to the extreme with Alois turning Ciel into a demon because he was jealous. There's nothing in the lines of retribution here, aside from the fact he sacrificed his life to save Ciel's and Sebastian's. All that he did he did for petty jealousy. Ciel never did anything wrong in this series, so it was as if Alois was the torturer and Ciel was the poor dude strung along on the wall. The revenge within this series was also manipulated and forced between Ciel and Alois, compared to how Ciel had to sleuth out who to kill in the first series.    Forced elements are never good. They always end badly.    And this series is just proof of it.    Having Hannah use her power to turn Ciel into a demon is also a stretch, as it is never implied she could do something like that before. I blame it more on the writers going "This is a good idea' and inserting it into the anime for kicks.    . . . or to create a 'hint-hint-yaoi-hint-hint' product to establish a new fanbase.    BUT, that just about sums up this one: contrived, bad characters, and ruining the first season of what made it good.    And now I will put on a helmet . . . because the second one is going to make SO many people angry at me . . . NUMBER 2: " Sword Art Online"        I can feel the fury from much hate-mail coming my direction, but let me explain my piece before someone goes all out and eats my liver.    I like sci-fi tech stories in anime. .Hack//Sign is one of my favorite anime, and it still stays as one of the better examples of video games in anime, next to "No Game No Life" and "Log Horizon". It takes gaming into another level and gives you a video game world you want to participate in, and characters you want to root for.    Yet this anime is where I draw the line when it comes to intense immersion. Aside from the stunning artwork and the stellar designs of the characters and worlds, I don't know much else I can commend about this anime, aside from the fact that it was also a fanfiction that became a thing.    (Remind you of anything?)    Now, back to what I was saying.        SAO follows a boy, Kazuto Kirigata, or as he goes in the game(s) "Kirito". In the first arc of the anime and stories, he gets stuck in a game called "Sword Art Online", along with about a thousand other players. The mastermind behind it, one of the creators of the game, got them stuck there, and to leave, the players have to reach level 100 of the entire game and defeat him. And they can’t be forcefully removed from the game system due to it being hooked to their nervous system.     Sure, it's a good idea, and sure I thought it was okay, but a part of me instantly disliked this idea because the same instance occurred in '.Hack//Sign', except the main character was the only one stuck in the game, it was psychological aspects with less action and the main character was a male avatar with a female body in the real world.    I just thought it was a rip-off of the series, and when I decided to watch the rest . . . I had to nope out.     About two to three episodes into the series, the players of SAO start to think the beta-testers for the game are beating everyone else easily because they know the mechanics and grinding points. So they try to force beta-testers to help them get information about the game and everything that entails it. And of course, no good comes from it because someone has to be the sacrificial lamb. This also spawns the term “beaters”, beta-testers who are ‘cheating’ in the game because of their foreknowledge.

   Kirito then gets the idea that since he was a beta-tester for the game, and knows the details of the game and knows everyone hates his ass now, he can beat the game himself. So, he gives a shortwinded diatribe about being “The Guy” and goes it alone. This is given the fact he also seems to have no motivational aspects for this, nor does he TRY to reach out to other members of the SAO player communities that are stuck in the game, but the other players treat him and other beta-testers of the game as jackwagons.    Beta-testers of games are beta-testers for a reason; they OK a game and game-play for little to no money, or much, and most of the time are good gamers.    And the nicest people. I should know; I know a dude who beta-tested Destiny.    Here, they're treated like jack-wagons, and Kirito just enforces the whole idea by acting like a jackwagon and walking away from other players to continue the game because why not.    Aside from that, Kirito's personality is one of disinterest and expressionless pity. He wants to get out, but he continues alone until he meets Asuna, who for all intents and purposes, is the BEST character in Part I. Their relationship is easily one of the better things in this anime, albeit ham-fisted and later turned to sludge in the second and third parts, but still.    Seeing them happy was a GOOD thing midway through this anime of darkness. It did give Kirito and Asuna something to fight for, but it never really fleshed either of them out for me. Skewer me later, I have a LOT more to point out.    AS the show progresses, the plot becomes more and more linear, it never forks, Asuna is later RAPED IN THE SECOND PART, IN GRAPHIC DETAIL, and Kirito's flat sister comes into play as well. My disinterest in the characters and hatred of the second villain of the anime was enough to make me switch to something else.    I'll be finishing this anime up for a full in-depth analysis later, but for now, I'll go ahead and say my piece here and leave it at that.    I know people like this anime, and it makes me happy to see they like something collectively. I may not like it, like how I may not like One Piece as much as I used to, but for people to come together about an anime is okay.    It's just I don't like this anime, and I don't mind others liking it.      The pacing of the story measures out for almost an eternity, Kirito's ambitions and goals and behaviors are never really justified, the second part's villain made NO flipping sense, Asuna was degraded as a character and as an archetype, Kirito is in desperate need of development, reasons are needed for how they can be so OP in many parts, and I want some more answers on how his sister came into the picture.    And . . . for the love of god . . . I want a redo on this anime's second half.    . . . and I think most people do as well.    . . . I don't think I can continue this part until I can get the FINAL and WORST anime I have ever seen out of my system.    And believe me when I say . . . it's BAD. NUMBER 1: " Pupa"    This anime.    This . . . anime . . .    I found this anime after scrolling around on Crunchyroll for something to watch in the Summer of 2014. I was interested in the genre and cover of the anime and decided to give it a try.    . . . I want to erase it from my brain.    Utsutsu Hasegawa and his little sister, Yume, are exposed to a rare and monstrous virus called 'Pupa'. Yume becomes a vicious man-eating monster, while Utsutsu gains regenerative powers. They are then approached, almost as if by magic, by a researcher who wants to contain Yume and Utsutsu and use them as guinea pigs for research. Utsutsu allows it, saying he'll do anything for his sister, and decides to become his sister's food source so she can assume a normal life.    While the concept is golden and has the potential for deeper symbolic meaning, like how it used the teddy bears as the shattering of Yume's humanity and innocence, and how Utsutsu's relationship with his sister was put to the ultimate test, it becomes . . . hard to watch. In more ways than one.

   The anime episodes are 4 minutes long each, leaving the entire series at a binge-able time of 1 hour. There’s not much to do with that much time, and it can’t be a fast-paced comedy like Hetalia. It’s a horror series. Horror series need to work quickly but have context and depth, or else the deeper meaning is lost. Since this is also animation, it means the drawings and backgrounds need to be visually appealing or eyecatching so the viewer can keep watching without problem. 

   Artistically speaking, the characters are well designed, but in animation terms, their movements are as bad as an early Studio Deen production. 

   And that’s where the praise ends. 

   There is an episode of the anime, each being five minutes long, of Yume just eating her brother, and saying "Utsutsu" over, and over, AND OVER again . . .    If you get the idea of where I am going with this, then you know exactly WHY I do not like this anime.    The concept itself is the driving force for the anime, and after that, NOTHING HAPPENS. Yume is kidnapped and experimented on, like Utsutsu, but he saves her and still decides to be her food source. She feeds on him, they love each other, they live normal lives, yadda yadda.    Nothing. Conventional. Or concrete. Happens.    Characters are introduced, but they come and go and are never touched on again unless the plot calls for them to make an appearance. Utsutsu and Yume's mother is cold and sees Yume as a monster, which may or may not be her delusions given how she was also abused by the kids' father, who is ALSO never developed outside of being a wife-beater, and both are who I consider to be the worst parents of all time.    Yume and Utsutsu, for all purposes of the anime, are the most developed and touched on characters. But, they never do much outside of adapting to their own hellish nightmare. Never do they ask Maria the scientist for a cure, never do they try to escape or move along with their lives.    They just get stuck in their nightmare, forever to be mad.    I hate it when animes like this come around. It introduces an interesting scenario, only to forget plot and context in favor of showing more and more grotesque imagery and disturbing content. I know it's rated M, but in all honesty, the incest insinuations and the fact that no one helps these kids out of this problem is enough to make me mad.    I will say it has beautiful designs. 

   I will say it had an interesting idea.    I will not say it's a good anime.    And, now you know why.    Well, there you have it. Those are the top ten anime I personally dislike, and in a few cases, hate to the core. But, just because I hate these anime doesn't mean that others can't enjoy them.    That's the power of the internet and personal opinion.    Now . . . I'm gonna go back to writing MLP reviews . . . I've been getting rusty, and I feel like I'm gonna get so much flack for these . . .

[thestoryofme13]

Fireworks

A/N: So I wrote this fic about a year ago for the lovely @nyxwordsmith for their birthday. This was based on a dream they had and so I made it a thing. 

Summary: Roman and Patton are back together for the summer but something gets in the way, so when they do get time together after a schedule change they take advantage of it.

Warnings: Minor anxiety, Showering scene (is safe for work but a little odd), crying, kissing, non-sexual nudity, swearing

Pairing: Royality

Part of Two Hearts Beat as One AU: Part 1

Finally, summer break was upon them, which meant Roman and Patton would be together without interruption. They had both decided to opt out of summer classes, their normal semesters were stressful enough. Summer was a much-needed break from the school work and never-ending hours of other obligations.

The summer thus far had been relatively slow which neither of them minded. Roman had taken up a part-time job at an ice cream shop, while Patton had decided to work at the hospital as an externship.

Roman and Patton had tried to keep their schedule as similar to each other as possible but sometimes it didn’t work out. The past two weeks were a very good representation of the best-laid plans often going awry. Patton had been given the overnight shifts because the usual intern that worked was on vacation and he was incapable of saying no.

Telling Roman that he had taken the overnight shifts for a couple of weeks had gone better than he thought but it still was one of his least favorite conversations.

~Flashback~

Patton had planned on meeting Roman after they both got off work, actually, he planned on picking his boyfriend up from the ice cream shop, Sweet Divine. He pulled up to the curb and smiled as he saw Roman.

Roman got into the car and immediately noticed that Patton was more fidgety than usual, “Baby, what’s the matter.”

Patton sighed and laughed a little, “Sometimes I wish you weren’t as observant as you are.” He took a breath, “I--um...don’t be mad.”

Roman’s breathing increased and his hands got sweaty, it was rare for him to see Patton looking so nervous and scared to say something, which meant it must be important, “Pat...100% honesty remember?”

Patton turned the key and shut off the engine of the car, then shifted to face Roman, “The intern who usually works nights...well they are on vacation. Soitooktheshift…’m sorry.

“Baby...you had me worried. I know we wanted to keep our schedules as similar as possible but this isn’t the end of the world. What times do you work now?”  Roman let out the breath he was holding.

Patton looked away, “11 at night to 11 in the morning….”

Roman sighed, “Okay yeah that fucking sucks considering I work 10 a.m. to 6 p.m.”

“I ruined it….”  Patton said as he scrubbed at his eyes now realizing that tears were falling.

Roman gently reached out his hand to Patton’s, “I’m not angry, baby. It is frustrating but you want to help always and I know that. Someone said they needed help and in a very you fashion became their knight in shining armor, just like you are mine.”

Patton giggled, “Ro….that was sappy!!!” His voice whiny and giggly.

Roman laughed, “Of course it was sappy. I am your soulmate. It would take a lot more for me to be angry than for my plans to be a little skewed.”

Patton smiled and leaned over the armrest to kiss Roman quickly before driving back to the apartment.

It had been a long shift and all Patton wanted now was to go home and sleep. At this point, he wasn’t even sure what day of the week it was.  Just that he needed to get back to the apartment. It was at this moment he was very thankful for living in an apartment rather than in the dorms still.     

Patton had wanted the college experience for his first year but once that was over he was more than ready to live off campus and not share a room with someone. He and his roommate, Logan, had gotten along enough that they decided to share a two-bedroom apartment off campus after freshman year ended. Which worked out great because when Roman came back from Julliard he could live with them, Patton had checked with Logan to make sure it was okay first.

He pulled into his parking spot noticing that Roman’s motorcycle was still home, but didn’t think much of it. Sometimes Roman walked to work or caught a ride with someone else and Patton was aware that his boyfriend was never home when he got home so that didn’t even cross his mind. The only things on his mind currently were getting out of his scrubs, a hot shower, and his bed. Oh and his day off tomorrow since the overnight intern, Remy, would be back.

He put the car in park and got out heading toward the complex and up to the apartment. It was a battle to keep his eyes open but Patton felt gross and was in dire need of a shower. He opened the door to his apartment and headed straight for the bathroom.

Roman was watching TV on the couch when he saw Patton walk in the door, his boyfriend looked tired beyond words. He followed Patton and entered the bathroom after the shower had started. He sat himself on the lid of the toilet, “Hey baby.”

 “Roman what the hell! I could’ve died,” Patton screamed and pulled the curtain back slightly.

Roman rolled his eyes, “And you say I’m dramatic….I missed you.”

Patton stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend,  “I missed you too, but why are you home?”

Roman looked confused, “You have no idea what day it is, do you?”

Patton blushed, “I think it is June 30?”

“Baby...you didn’t even get the month right, it is July 4th,” Roman shook his head and laughed.

Patton’s eyes went wide, “Oh! That’s why you’re home! The shop is closed for the holiday!” He moved back under the water to get the shampoo out since he had been distracted by his boyfriend’s existence, “Oh, Ro?”

Roman just laughed as it set in just how exhausted his boyfriend was,  “Yes, my love?”

Patton was now spreading the soap over his body, trying to finish his shower quickly. His boyfriend being home giving him new energy, “I have my old shift back. Remy is back starting tonight.”

Roman squealed and jumped in the shower wanting to hug his boyfriend and completely forgetting he had clothes on and that he would get soaked, “That means you get to enjoy the holiday and we get to hang out again!”

Patton squeaked as he felt Roman’s arms wrap around him, “Roman!!! You are dressed!!! I am in the shower!!! What is happening!”

Roman laughed and blushed hard, “I got excited okay! I missed you. Going to sleep without you these past two weeks have sucked, it was like being back at school and I am not ready for that yet.” He moved towards the back of the shower letting Patton go begrudgingly.

Patton smiled as he finished washing off, then turned the water off, leaning to kiss Roman, “I love you and you’re so adorable.” There was no point in trying to keep Roman from getting wet considering he was already drenched. He wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck pulling him in close for a slow kiss.

Roman immediately melted against his boyfriend, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around Patton’s wet waist. He sighed happily against Patton’s lips, leaning against the back wall of the shower.

Patton pulled away with a smirk, “I need to dry off and you need to either undress and shower or get changed. I will put you in the dryer!”

Roman made a noise of offense, “Patton you would not dare put me in there...again!”

Patton smiled and kissed Roman softly, “I did not put you in it last time! You decided to see if you could fit and I closed the door.”

Roman playfully batted at Patton’s arm, “You’re awful. Why do I put up with you?”

Patton laughed, “Because you’re mad--ly in love with me.”

Roman groaned and smacked him lightly, “That was awful. Get out of here!”

“Did you literally tell me to get out of the shower? Excuse you! I was in here first and actually showering,” Patton said with a smile and shaking his head.

Roman laughed, “Okay fine. Counterproposal, we both get out and get dressed.”

Patton laughed and interlaced his fingers with Roman’s “Okay fine but you are coming with me. I missed you, Ro.”

They both got out of the shower. Patton grabbing his towel as Roman peeled his wet clothes off and grabbed another towel. Then the pair headed to the bedroom to change into some dry clothes.

Once dressed Patton flopped on the bed, his second burst of energy having passed. His eyes fluttering closed until he felt the bed dip and saw Roman.

Roman smiled at his tired boyfriend, “I think a nap is in order, baby.”

Patton whined and curled in on himself, “‘m not tired.”

Roman laughed and shook his head, “Uh-huh. If you’re not tired then I’m the queen of England.”

Patton laughed a little, “I don’t wanna sleep, Ro.”

Roman moved Patton so that he was on his side of the bed and his legs weren’t hanging off the edge. He wrapped his arms around Patton’s waist as he laid back with his boyfriend on his chest.

After a couple minutes and some more whining from Patton, Roman gave up and decided to use his ‘off switch’, “I’m sorry, baby, but you are tired. I’ll wake you up later.” He slowly moved one hand so it threaded through Patton’s hair. After repeating this action four or five times, Patton was asleep. Roman felt himself drifting off soon after, completely content to spend the entire day with Patton asleep in his arms.

Patton woke up first. He opened his eyes and released a content sigh against Roman’s chest. Letting himself adjust to the room, he rolled over and looked out the window, it was dark. How long had they been asleep? He moved and grabbed his phone from the bedside table, checking to see the time, it was 8:30 p.m. They had both been asleep for nearly seven hours.

He moved back into Roman’s arms, looking up at his boyfriend and tracing his jawline with sweet innocent kisses. Once Patton came to kiss Roman’s chin, he was met with his boyfriend’s lips instead. Patton hummed happily into the kiss, “You’re awake, babe.”

Roman smiled and tightened his grip around Patton’s waist, “Well you found a great way to wake me up, dearheart.”

“Babe....You know that one makes me all flustered,” Patton managed to squeak out, hiding his face against Roman’s neck.

Roman laughed, “Exactly why I used it. I love you, Patton.”

Patton removed his head from Roman’s neck and looked down at him, “I love you too, re mio.”

“We should get up, watch the fireworks,” Roman suggested as he tried to fight off the blush spreading across his face.

Patton frowned, “Ro, neither of us even like fireworks. They are too loud.”

Roman sighed, “Ah yes, but they are so pretty.” He moved Patton a little and sat up some more, “We could probably see the ones downtown from your balcony.”

Patton smiled, “Then it wouldn’t be so loud. They are going to start soon though babe, let’s get up.”

After much moaning and groaning from both of the boys, they got up and moved towards the balcony, deciding that dinner could wait until after. Neither of them really big fans of eating immediately after waking up.

Patton opened the glass door and allowed Roman to step out first. They leaned against the railing shoulder to shoulder for a few moments taking in the warm and humid night air.

Roman wrapped an arm around Patton’s waist knowing that the fireworks would be starting soon and that the contact would help keep both of them grounded.

The fireworks started soon after they walked out onto the balcony. The dark night sky painted with so many different colors: red, blue, purple, and white amongst others. The designs ranging from simple spirals to intricate flower shapes.

Patton tried focusing on the fireworks but each time his mind would wander to the beautiful man standing next to him. He found himself staring at Roman more than the fireworks, not that he truly minded.

“You’re missing the show, baby,” Roman said teasingly when he felt Patton’s eyes on him.

Patton blushed at having been caught but quickly recovered, “You are my show, Roman.”

Roman tore his eyes away from the display and looked at Patton, “W--what?”

Patton smiled, flustering his boyfriend didn’t happen often but when it did it was so cute, “The fireworks are beautiful and I know that I don’t see them often but Roman… You’re so much more interesting. The way your eyes light up when you see one that is particularly pretty or the face you pull when they should’ve built up the dramatic effect for the larger displays.”

Roman blushed, “You’ve been watching me this entire time?”

Patton leaned in and kissed Roman’s nose, “Of course I have. My boyfriend is far more interesting than some fireworks display. Roman, you are the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen. You know how I can never get anything done when we video chat?”

Roman nodded prompting Patton to continue, “I get so lost in all the faces you make when you are working on things. Or when you try new dance moves your eyes light up when you get them correct or if you mess up you get this look of determination that says you’ll repeat this until you get it right.”

Roman wiped at the tears on his face, “I didn’t know that you were that observant.”

“I am always watching you because you are so interesting. You are similar to me but not, in so many ways. I want to be able to remember everything you do for when we have to go back to school, back to long distance. While I know we have our entire lives ahead of us to be together, I like to take advantage of the time we spend together whether in person or video chat,” Patton said as he smiled looking into Roman’s eyes like he was the only person on Earth.

Roman was full on sobbing, “You are not allowed to be this sappy, Pat!”

Patton took Roman into his arms, “You do this to me all the time! With surprise gifts and displays of affection! Let me have this!”

“Fine. You can have this but only if you kiss me,” Roman retorted the words coming out mixed with laughter. Then he moved his face away from his boyfriend’s chest slightly, looking up at the other man.

Patton laughed and smiled, “Deal.” With that Patton placed his hand under Roman’s chin bringing his lips to meet his own in a slow drawn out kiss. The fireworks around them having been long forgotten. At this moment the only thing that mattered was each other and how their lips felt against the other.

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[sonicrainicorn]

Made of Love, Chapter 10

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Table of Contents

Ship(s): Logicality, (platonic) Prinxiety

All Characters: Thomas, Virgil, Roman, Logan, Patton, Dr. Picani, Joan, Talyn, and Deceit

Synopsis: Humans Roman and Virgil get wrapped up in some serious magic business without meaning to. Their other companions aren’t exactly as they seem, either. Together they all must defeat a great threat for the safety of humanity.

Chapter Desc.: Virgil confronts Thomas. Tragic Backstory™ unlocked.

TW: Cursing, minor violence

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The longer Virgil sat alone on the couch the more pissed off he got. He felt lied to. This whole time Thomas told them that he didn't have magic -- he was a human just like them. If that were true, then why the hell was his name on this Uno box? One Picani bought “just for fun” almost fifty years ago?

He had been lying to them. From the moment they met, he lied. He wasn’t some kid -- he was like Patton and Logan. He was older than they realized.

Now it all made sense. Picani wouldn’t be looking after a human. Why would he? That was like a lion raising a giraffe. He would look after someone like him. A Magus. Thomas was a Magus. The moment that thought crossed his mind, Virgil got angrier.

He and Roman had been thrown into this world of magic almost two months ago. They were working their asses off to relieve Logan and Patton of their stress, but what was that all for? The sole reason they were in this at all was because of Thomas. Someone Virgil thought was just a defenseless kid. But he wasn’t. He tricked them. And they spent all this time under the same roof, but he never bothered to bring it up? Did they not deserve that? Were they not trusted?

The loopy, slanted writing mocked him. It matched the condition of the box. There couldn’t be any other time this name was slapped on there. It had to be done when the box was new. Now he was sure that Thomas had been lying to them.

Then the door opened.

Roman and Thomas trampled in with laughter joining them. It looked like they had raced each other to get in first. Thomas spotted Virgil and grinned at him. He walked over to him while Roman locked the door.

“Hey, Virgil, what are you doing out here?” His voice was somewhat breathless. His cheeks and nose were rosy as if a sharp wind blew against him.

Virgil didn’t answer. He moved his eyes down to his lap. His hands were folded over the box. “How old are you, Thomas?”

“Uh,” Thomas’s brows furrowed. “Seventeen.”

“And how long have you been seventeen?”

He froze.

Roman walked around and leaned against the arm of the sofa to join the conversation.

“Uh.” Thomas let out a nervous chuckle. “What are you asking that for? I’ve been seventeen for a few months. That’s usually how ages work.”

“Usually.” Virgil tossed the box at him.

He caught it against his chest. He looked at Virgil in confusion then down at the box. His eyes widened.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but you said yourself that Picani bought this sometime in the late seventies, right?” Thomas kept quiet. “And Roman mentioned that Uno cards weren’t mass produced until ‘77. So then why would you, a seventeen-year-old boy, have your name written on it? You shouldn’t have been born until 2001, right?”

Thomas fidgeted. “Let me explain --”

“How old are you, really?” Virgil stood up. Thomas curled in on himself. “You just look seventeen, but you’re older than that, aren’t you?”

“Virge,” Roman warned.

Virgil ignored him. He took a few steps closer. Thomas took one back. “Is there anything else you’ve been keeping from us? What else have you been lying about?”

“I-I --” Thomas couldn’t make himself look any smaller.

“You’ve been deceiving us since the moment we met. Has anything you’ve ever done been truthful? Are you even who you say you are? Do you have magic you’ve been keeping from us, too?”

“No, Virgil, I --” He cut himself off due to Virgil’s glare.

“You have to tell us everything.” Virgil jabbed a finger onto Thomas’s chest. “Everything you’ve been keeping from us -- everything you’ve lied about. All of it.”

Thomas looked horrified at that. “A-all of it?”

“If you don’t tell me the truth right now, I swear to God, I am walking right out that door and never coming back.” He pointed at the door for emphasis.

“Virgil,” Roman hissed. He pushed him an arm's length away from Thomas. “What’s gotten into you? You can’t just make a demand like that -- what gives you the right?”

Virgil opened his mouth to fire a retort, but he didn’t get to.

“I’m ninety-four.” The two turned to look at Thomas. He stared at his toes. “I was born in Florida on April twenty-fourth, 1924. I wanted to tell you guys, I swear, but Logan and Patton said it would be safer the less you knew.” He looked up at them, tears brimming in his eyes. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“You’re ninety-four?” Roman whispered.

Virgil couldn’t find his voice.

“Please don’t be mad.” The tears started falling. “I don’t have magic -- I never have. That’s why all the Figments call me a runt o-or a disgrace. Because that’s what I am. I’m defective.” He looked down at the box in his hands. “M-my family -- my parents a-and all my brothers -- they all have magic. I’m the only one that doesn’t.” He looked at Virgil, tears streaming down his face. “Please don’t make me say any more. Please. I-I can’t -- I don’t want to. I --” A sob escaped his mouth instead of words.

Oh no.

“Woah, hey,” Roman soothed. “It’s alright. You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to.” He put a hand on his shoulder.

Thomas covered his mouth and continued to cry.

Fuck. Virgil felt like a huge asshole. He didn’t want this to happen. He just wanted the truth. “Thomas…” He couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. God, he really fucked up. If he stopped to think for one second then he wouldn’t have overreacted. He didn’t know what to do.

The back door opened. Patton and Logan’s voices carried with their footsteps. They stopped when they stumbled into the scene in the living room, smiles falling off their faces. Virgil figured karma wanted to stab him in back. Literally. Logan was holding a sword.

“You’re all still up.” It wasn’t a question from Logan but a statement. His sharp eyes scanned the situation and he didn’t seem too pleased with what he found. The sword in his hand glistened.

“Thomas?” Patton’s voice was soft, yet it carried the whole way.

Thomas didn’t say anything. He turned around and sprinted up the stairs. A door slammed closed.

“What happened?” Patton looked between Roman and Virgil. His eyes made Virgil’s chest twist around.

Roman turned to Virgil. Virgil couldn’t speak.

Logan sighed. “We can discuss that later.” He put a hand on Patton’s shoulder. “You should go talk to him.”

“Me?” Patton looked up at the loft, uncertainty on his features, then back to Logan. “I think I might be only part of who he needs to talk to.”

Logan grimaced. “I’m sure he’d want to, but he can’t last longer than a few seconds.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Virgil finally got his mouth to work.

“What?” Roman looked at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. Do you think he’s going to want to talk to you?”

“He doesn’t have to talk. He just has to listen.”

Roman still didn’t look convinced.

“Um,” Patton started awkwardly. “Why doesn’t Virgil just go up to see if Thomas wants to talk and Roman can tell us what happened?” He gave an unsure smile.

“Fine.” Roman crossed his arms. “But I’m sure you’ll change your mind after I tell you.”

Virgil ignored that and headed up the stairs.

He had never been up in the loft before; he didn’t know which door would lead to Thomas’s room. There were three doors with all of them being closed. He noticed, however, that there was a little chalkboard hanging on one of them. The phrase “just keep swimming” written in pink chalk with a few crudely drawn fish. It looked like someone tried to erase it, but stopped partway through.

Taking a deep breath, Virgil knocked on the door. He leaned toward it to see if he could hear anything, but it didn’t sound like anyone was moving. “Hey, kid --” He isn’t one -- “are you doing okay in here?” There wasn’t an answer. “If you want me to leave you can just say so but if not then I’m coming in.” He waited a moment. He didn’t get a response.

So he did what he said he would do. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. The inside wasn’t anything he was expecting. A string of lights encircled the room. All four walls were intricately painted. Each wall had a different design that flowed into the next which made it look like one large painting. It filled the room with bright and swirling colors.

Along one of the walls was a desk. Paint brushes and bottles were scattered about it. A few canvases rested atop the shelf of it -- displaying finished works of varying complexity. There were also some stacked under the desk, unused. Only one canvas was on the desk and Virgil recognized it as the first one he ever saw. It didn’t look any closer to completion, however. The hooded figure still knelt in the dead grass with their hand extended toward nothing.

Virgil moved his eyes from that over to the bed. Thomas laid curled up on it with his back toward the door. Virgil frowned, guilt welling up inside him, but walked over there anyway. He stopped when his foot hit something that wasn’t floor. The Uno box stared up at him with Thomas’s name innocently scribbled on it.

Alright, universe, he got it. He overreacted to something. It’s not like that was surprising or anything.

He stepped over it to continue on his way. He sat down on the bed but found he didn’t have any idea what to say. A sorry would be in order, of course, though that didn’t feel like enough. “You didn’t happen to be locked in a tower before, did you?”

Thomas didn’t react to it.

Yeah, that was a bad joke anyway. “Okay, look,” Virgil moved so one leg would be on the bed and he could face Thomas. Well, his back at least. “I didn’t -- I didn’t mean to get so harsh with you. It just felt like I couldn’t trust you and I, I got scared. You had a reason to do what you did. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad.” He paused. It still didn’t feel like enough. “I’m sorry. I won’t force you to tell me anything you don’t want to -- you don’t ever have to tell me anything again if that makes you feel better. I just -- I need you to know that I didn’t intend to hurt you. That might be hard to believe, but it’s true. I made a mistake. And I’m sorry.”

Thomas still didn’t respond.

Virgil sighed. He didn’t need Thomas to say anything. He said what he needed to and that was the point. So why, then, did it hurt so much? Well, perhaps it was time to face the consequences downstairs.

“Do you remember,” Thomas’s quiet voice kept Virgil from getting up, “when we first talked about Steven Universe? We all said our favorite characters except you. You didn’t have one.”

“Then you guys made me watch all of the seasons,” Virgil responded. He remembered that well. “Why?”

“Because the Thomas with you then is still with you now.” Virgil couldn’t think of a response to that. “I didn’t mean to trick you, but it’s still me. No matter how much you do or don’t know isn’t going to change who I am. I didn’t put on a persona so you would believe I was a seventeen-year-old human. I didn’t lie about me. I just hid what you wouldn’t want to see.”

Virgil stayed silent for a moment. “I get that now.” Another moment of silence washed over them. “It’s Lapis, by the way. My favorite character.”

Thomas let out a puff of air resembling laughter. “Roman was right.”

“Just don’t say that to his face. His ego is big enough as it is.”

Silence once more. Though this time it was broken by Thomas.

“I might not have been entirely truthful about my favorite character.” He sat up but kept his back toward Virgil. “I mean, Steven is great. I still like him a lot, but… it’s more like I can, I don’t know, idolize him or something. At first, he couldn’t control any of his powers and he didn’t know about the things he could do. He didn’t even know what he was because there was no one else like him -- and I understood that.” He ran his hand along the bed sheet, smoothing out the folds. “But then, after season three, I realized there was someone else I could relate to a lot more.

“Amethyst is so much like me. We’re meant to be something else -- something better -- but we aren’t. We’re just puny little runts that came out wrong.” His fingers curled around the sheets. “But I never wanted to be like her. I wanted to be like Steven because Steven can do so many things. He can unlock powers that he should have and he can train to get better at them. That’s why I always say he’s my favorite. He’s someone I wish I could be.” He paused. His next words came out rushed. “D-don’t tell the others. I’ve never even told Picani that before.”

Virgil frowned. “You’re not a runt, Thomas. You didn’t come out wrong -- you came out like you. You’re special regardless of what you think you have to be. There isn’t anyone else like you. I’ve certainly never met anyone like you before. So who cares about being Steven or Amethyst. You’re Thomas Sanders. You’re already so unique. That’s all that anyone should care about.”

There wasn’t an immediate reaction. It took Thomas a moment to turn and throw himself into Virgil’s arms, hands gripping the back of his hoodie as if he would disappear. Virgil froze. He didn’t expect this. Hesitantly, he brought his arms up to wrap around Thomas. They stayed like that for a while. Virgil muttered reassurances while Thomas sobbed into his shoulder.

This kid deserved the world.

After a while, Thomas grew quiet. The soft breaths Virgil felt indicated that he cried himself to sleep. Which of course just made Virgil feel great about everything. He wanted to take it all back -- stop himself from confronting Thomas in the way that he did. But he couldn’t. What was it that Patton said about regrets? Just add it to the list? Well, that was all he could do now anyway.

He shifted so he could have a better time laying Thomas down. He had to move his arms since he still had a loose grip on his hoodie. The action caused him to stir a bit, but otherwise, he stayed asleep. Letting out a silent breath, Virgil slipped off the bed. He pulled the blankets over Thomas and waited to see if he would stay sleeping. He did.

Virgil left the room, stopping once to look back at Thomas’s sleeping form, then closed the door behind him.

Oh jeez.

He didn’t want to head downstairs. Roman must have told Patton and Logan everything by now. If he’s learned anything in these many weeks, it’s that Patton could be a real mama bear. And he wasn’t ready to deal with that. He tried his best to tiptoe down the stairs but ended up getting spotted anyway.

“Virgil,” Logan spoke with his voice more flat than normal. “Could you come here a minute? We’d like to have a word with you.”

Fuck.

Virgil idled at the base of the staircase. “Y’know, I’d feel a little more comfortable talking without the sword on the table.”

“I’m sure you would.”

This was it. He was going to die. He would never again experience life and all of its chaotic beauty. Logan was going to kill him. Out of all the ways, he’d never thought he’d go out like this. Okay, maybe he had been spending too much time with Roman…

Mentally preparing himself for whatever should come next, Virgil walked over to sit at his spot. The space between him and Roman was bigger than normal.

“Alright,” Virgil tried not to feel so awkward, “what are we talking about?”

Logan took in a deep breath. “There are things that were hidden from you for a reason -- for Thomas’s protection as well as your own. It would have been best for you to not find out at a time such as this. I understand your need to learn more --”

“But you went about it the wrong way,” Patton interrupted. “You didn’t have to do it the way you did.”

Virgil lowered his gaze. “I know. I overreacted. You can get mad at me or whatever. I get it.”

Patton and Logan exchanged a glance. “We’re not going to get mad,” Logan explained. “We’re disappointed for certain, and there’s no way you’re getting off easy, but you had a point.”

Wait, what? That isn’t what Virgil expected to happen at all. He glanced at Roman, but his gaze wasn’t returned. “I didn’t, uh, what?”

“You’ve been doing so much for us,” Patton continued. “It was wrong to try to keep such a big secret from you when you’ve already seen so many unexplainable things. You’re here to help us and we should have given you a little more trust.”

“We just wanted to do the right thing,” Logan added, voice somewhat quiet.

This night was getting far too heavy for Virgil to handle. He didn’t know how he should be responding. “Why is it so important for us to not know Thomas’s true age?” He hoped that didn’t come off as rude. Wouldn’t want to piss off the guy who knew how to use a sword.

Patton and Logan exchanged another glance. “It isn’t so much the age as it is what comes with it,” Patton started slowly. “A long time ago there was some… trouble.” He ran his right thumb over his left palm as if to ease some sort of discomfort. Perhaps the discomfort wasn’t physical.

“Thomas comes from a family of -- for lack of a better word -- purebloods,” Logan proceeded. “His parents’ parents and their parents all had magic. Thomas is the only one in a long line of descendants to be magic-less.”

“That wasn’t a bad thing,” Patton jumped back in. “It didn’t matter to us because we loved him regardless. But some people, some bad Magi, found out. They didn’t care how much we loved Thomas because to them he shouldn’t have even existed.”

Virgil scowled a bit at that. It was odd to hear someone not wanting Thomas around. But not just someone -- multiple people. How could anyone think of a kid like that?

“They came after us. We -- Picani, was told to take Thomas and run.” Logan studied the floor. “We weren’t to stop until we got somewhere safe. And that’s what we did until we ended up here.”

“So what happened to everyone else, then?” Virgil’s voice sounded out of place compared to Logan and Patton’s solemn tones. “Thomas’s parents and brothers, I mean.”

Patton grabbed Logan's hand. “We don't know,” Logan sighed. “We traveled across the country just to get away. We've never been able to contact them.”

“You never went back?”

“I also wondered that,” Roman said. His voice lacked his usual style. “If you were such close friends then why did you never go back? What about their other sons?”

Close friends? How much did they actually talk about while Virgil was gone?

“Let me put this in a way you'll understand.” Logan shifted to sit up straighter. “Say you're eighteen, your home is under attack by people who want to murder you -- you specifically. Because your existence offends them. So your best friend tells you you need to leave. Then she shoves her five-year-old son into your arms and begs you to keep him safe. And now you have to run.

“You have to run before anyone sees you because if you're spotted then you and this little boy are going to die for being different. So now you're homeless, penniless, and have a child to take care of. And it doesn't matter where you are -- you're going to keep running. You're going to run and run because nowhere is safe for either of you. So tell me, would you stop for even a second to look back?”

Point taken.

Roman and Virgil shared a look. They didn’t have anything to say to that. This was a lot more complex than they thought. And even then it only seemed like the surface of things.

“It’s been almost ninety years,” Patton murmured. He stared at his hand intertwined with Logan’s. “We’d like to think that they’re all okay.”

Suddenly, all at once, everything came crashing down. The reality that Thomas has spent most of his life running from people who would wish to do him harm hit Virgil at full force. This wasn’t some story. This had happened. He was forced to leave his family behind and hadn’t seen them since. How in the hell could he be so smiley all the time? It’s no wonder he broke down when Virgil confronted him.

Now he felt like an even bigger jerk.

They didn’t discuss anything further after that. There couldn’t be anything else to say. While it felt more of a summary of events, it was still a lot to take in. Everything that had been said tonight held a lot of weight.

So Virgil stared up at the ceiling, sleep alluding him for the first time in a while. Too many thoughts were running around his head. He couldn’t focus on one thing for too long before another idea shoved its way in.

The time on his phone blinded him with 3:33 AM. No sleep tonight, then. Great.

Sighing, Virgil rolled out of bed. The room had become more familiar to him as time went along. Comforting, yet not quite his home. Maybe it might not ever be. He put on his hoodie and shoved on his shoes before walking out the door, hoping to ignore all these complex feelings. He needed a walk.

He stopped to stare at the front door. No one was meant to leave the house without someone else, but right now Virgil didn’t want to see anyone. Plus, it was an odd hour in the morning. It would just be a quick walk around -- nothing would happen. He was sure of it. He would get out then in before anyone knew it.

Before any doubts could get in his way, Virgil decided to leave. He followed the pavement down to the main road and looked around. It was odd being out at this time. The latest he’s ever been out is after the bar closes at two. What a difference an hour can make. The streetlights were the only thing alive. No cars drove passed and no people were out. At least right now, anyway.

Virgil pulled his hood over his head and put his hands into his pockets before picking a direction. Five minutes tops. He didn’t want to wait around for someone else to show up.

Ever since this whole thing started, walking at night seemed like no big deal. Almost like whatever the night had to offer wasn’t anything compared to what he’s been seeing. Besides, he knew how to protect himself now. Not that he wanted to show off those skills or anything, but it eliminated about half his fears. Staying out for a short while would be fine.

Though something felt off. With each step Virgil took, a sinking feeling weighed down his stomach. He couldn’t place it, but something was wrong. Just -- something. He stopped and peered over his shoulder. No one there. He turned back around and almost had a heart attack.

A woman stood in front of him. An odd thing that Virgil noticed (other than her appearing out of nowhere) was her clothing. Plucked straight from a fashion magazine a few decades ago. Now that the shock passed, Virgil thought it looked like she was plucked straight from a fashion magazine a few decades ago. Her makeup and hair wasn’t anything modern. Almost like…

“Oh, crap.”

No sooner did the words leave his mouth that the Figment threw a punch. On a reflex he didn’t know he had, he reflected it -- his forearm hitting its and pushing it away. He took its surprise as an opportunity to turn and run.

Wait a minute -- he couldn’t lead this back to the house! He had to find some other way out.

A hand grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie and yanked him back.

“The Master is getting real tired of having you all escape.” A slight tone of anger seeped into its voice.

“Maybe he should stop trying so hard, then.” Virgil threw his elbow back and dropped his weight. There came a loud rip near his ear. He regained his footing and turned around to face the Figment. The cloth of his hoodie near his shoulder sagged down to reveal his shirt; the seam had split. He groaned in annoyance. “Can you guys stop tearing this thing?”

The Figment didn’t react to that. It rushed forward and then Virgil found himself backing up while trying to protect himself from any blows. It moved faster than he could -- faster than many people could. It wanted to take Virgil down.

Virgil was determined to not have that happen.

Until he fell backward.

A lift in the concrete caused his heel to hit it and lose his footing. Damn crummy sidewalks.

The Figment stood over him. It slammed its foot down on his chest, further knocking the air out of his lungs. “I’m sure the Master will be pleased to know that at least one of you has been eliminated.” Its foot slid up to his neck. “Oh don’t worry. Your other little human friend will join you soon.”

Virgil glared up at it. These things sure loved to talk. Maybe if he could --

What could be interpreted as shock crossed its features. A sword poked out through its abdomen. Ink seeped into its clothing before going up in smoke.

“L-Logan?” Virgil coughed out. He struggled to sit up. “You just carry that around with you?” He nodded toward the sword.

“Yes.” Logan twisted the pommel and everything retracted into it. It couldn’t have been any bigger than a compact mirror. He put it into his pajama pants pocket -- which Virgil noted had Jack Skellington faces on them.

“Nice pants.” He picked himself off the floor.

Logan didn’t look very amused. “What are you doing out here, Virgil? I thought you were the cautious one. We made up rules about leaving on your own for a reason.”

Virgil shrugged. “I just needed some new scenery.” He crossed his arms. “What are you doing out here?”

“I saw you leaving.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes. “What were you doing up?”

He noticed how Logan’s left hand flexed and twitched. “Contrary to what you may believe, I do have a hard time sleeping.” Liar. “It would be best if we leave now before any others show up.” He paused before making any moves. “It didn’t see where you came from, right?”

“No.” At least, he didn’t think so. It couldn’t have. It didn’t follow him until after he picked a direction to walk in.

“Good.”

[it-begins-with-rain]

Goblin: The Lonely and Great God Reaction Thread (Ep 1)

For @ladyvanserra

He moved a pot a couple of inches and broke a Frenchman’s rib. I already like this show!

Period dramas (even partially) and fantasy mixed with history. That’s my drama-kink right there.

Wait why are they declaring him a criminal?

He won the war for them?

Oh wow, violence with blood! Yay korea(n dramas)!

Wait why do you look familiar King Dude?

OH MY GOD IT’S THE BOY FROM “THE BIG HIT”

DOES YOUR FATHER KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW?!?!?

Actually, he seemed more likely to declare himself a god...

Ah, they’re mad at him for being Julius Caesar, got it.

Well obvs the white girl is supposed to stand out, who are you?

Oh, that was a “we used to fuck” look

“Imma kill every innocent person.” That’s some A+ kinging right there.

Ohhhh yeah, they fucked.

Wait she wants him to go kill the king? Even if everyone dies?

That’s fucked up.

I want more backstory of this whole thing.

“Fire on her from behind the guy walking and kill her to punish him for not being easy to kill!”

Or, you know, order him shot in the back?

And he walks up behind him and slices.

Like, couldn’t just do that before? A+ guarding right there.

Eew, why do people drool when they cry in dramas? Just... eew.

“Forgive me sir for slowly stabbing you with a giant broadsword”

Cut. Off. His. Head. It’s. More. Polite.

See? Like what that guard just did to the other guy.

Man the advisor from Mulan is a dick

I know that’s chinese not Korean.

It’s the hat.

SHE’S STILL ALIVE??? LONGEST DEATH WITH AN ARROW IN SOMEONE’S HEART EVER.

DIE FASTER.

oh the old lady’s ring, splashed with her blood.

So shouldn’t she be a goblin too?

Is that why the old lady looked so young-made-to-look-old?

Is she the dead lady as a goblin in some way?

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE HIM TO DIE OMFG.

Well, I mean, from the show... a long damn time. But still!

Seoul, 1998, and he looks like Neo

JFC THAT CAR CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND HE FUCKING DEMOLISHED IT!

Wait, why do you look familiar car dude???

Seriously familiar.

Death is hot and all, but this dude looks SERIOUSLY familiar...

C’mon google, help a girl out

*cries 20 min later when no amount of googling turns up anything*

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

Fandom recruited to identify.

BUT NO LUCK

JFC did he have bodies in his trunk???

Death is hot.

He resembles another actor, but I can’t think of who.

Not in the this-will-drive-me-insane way, just---

OH, THE DUDE FROM “THE 100″. BELLAMY.

He reminds me of Bellamy. Just in the eyes and hair.

“Drink this tea or you’ll regret it...” Kind of rapey, Death.

what the frick-frack? that’s a lot of tea

Death literally making tea all day huh? ~drama~

Death that hat looks stupid.

Haha, Goblin just casually dropping shade XDDD

Slightly obsessed with candles, are we?

It’s child abuse to dress a kid like that.

"This is my grandson, who I obviously want beaten up on the playground.”

“From now on, this child will serve you, old bloody sword dude!”

Yeah this is normal.

So it wasn’t just that he was killed with his own blade, it was that he killed so many, or left so many to die at his hands?

HOW ARE YOU NOT RUNNING LIKE CRAZY THE OTHER WAY AT THE ZOMBIE THAT JUST STOOD UP IN YOUR FIELD???

That old guy is so fucking chill...

Oh, he’s going to kill the Mulan-Advisor!

Again, I know that’s Chinese and this is Korean, it’s the hat.

So who was the girl that they gave her a proper memorial?

That poor little Goryeo boy... He’s doomed to one day don the above ridiculous outfit.

Death would have been kinder.

But he is seriously cute as a button!

In the past, not in the yellow thingie.

Is it bad I only find the lead hot when he’s got his warrior-hair (long)?

omg the little nugget is hungry~

and he’s trying to hide it.

THAT BOY DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND FOOD AND JUST EVERYTHING IN THE WHOLE WORLD.

He was starving! Poor bean sprout~~

WHY ARE YOU BULLYING THE CUTE LITTLE DUDE?!?!?

NO!!!!! NUGGET!!!! DON’T DROWN

SAVE HIM YOU RAT BASTARD!

SAVE THE KERNEL OF CUTENESS!!!

Yes, you using your new powers (that we never see you learn to control) to kill the evil slavers is nice and all

BUT SAVE

THE

BABY

BUMBLEBEE

Ooo, green flaming sword, cool.

But where’s Button???????

YOU. CAN’T. SNAP. TO. PRESENT. THERE.

So they say “Goblin”, but they mean a minor god?

Uh oh, Female Lead in hit-and-run.

I wonder if she’ll be saved

*she says sarcastically*

Wow that is a lot of blood.

Her entire body’s worth

And yet she’s still chatting.

And Goblin will save her.

But not the adorable little bean.

Female Lead is preggo?

Death is gonna be PISSED

And not just because his hat is silly.

OMG that’s the cutest baby ever.

AAH! CORPSES!

Whispering about brides.

Over a baby.

Who is now 8 years old.

The mom looks mildly familiar...

I think from her Banjun Drama days? I think I saw the DBSK ones...

OMFG THAT IS AN ADORABLE LITTLE PUPPY

Who apparently doesn’t exist?

DOES THAT MEAN IT’S A DEAD PUPPY’S GHOST????

NO, THERE AREN’T ALLOWED TO BE DEAD PUPPIES

NOT EVER

NEVER EVER EVER

*traumatized*

Yeah, something was weird with the mom not touching candles.

How’d she die?

Was it before?

Or recently?

This convo with the mom’s ghost is so creepy and sad at the same time

I love it

Seriously creepy, sad, and cool all at once

Love love love it.

This part kind of gives me “Black” vibes.

Did anyone else see that?

It was just ok.

“How do you never seem to grow old granny?”

Because she’s obviously a young lady in age make up.

It’s the eyes. She has painfully young eyes.

And Death came for the kid... why?

Oh, he’s surprised, he came for the mom.

“You of all people should know.”

Oh, so old lady is a Reaper too?

A head of cabbage as a birthday gift.

Yep, she’s an old lady.

Oh look, the old lady is young again. What a surprise.

LMAO the little guy in the dumb hat grew up to be a drinker.

Not surprised with that dumb hat.

JFC the ghost trying to get her attention is freaky.

The dangers of shooting a guy walking in slow-motion.

He looks like an idiot when he blinks.

OK this super intense stare between him and the teenager is kind of eew (even though she’s 19).

Can we do a time jump and age her again?

And he’s like *instant boner*

Ooo, little nugget grew up hot this time

Another reason he shouldn’t have drowned in the Goryeo times.

“How can she be proud of killing her own mom”

Wow, fucking nice family there...

Assholes.

Throwing a rice bowl at her head and demanding money?

Wow.

These fuckers deserve bad things.

Aw, Goblin is adorable with the old man.

He’s got a nice smile.

Just... totally nice.

Is he pacing around where he died? Gnarly.

What? He heard her prayer?

Is it because he saved her?

Aw, he came to her.

Arguing over who summoned who, lmao.

It sounds like when my mother and father think they heard the other call them.

“Did you call me?”

“No, why would I have called you?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

“Give me (flowers), they don’t suit you.”

hahahahahahahahaha

He gave her flowers, so I guess this is a first date?

“What do these flowers mean?” “Lovers.” *romantic music*

Again, I know she’s 19... but she looks 15, and he’s like 40.

Aw, Death is looking dapper.

He lives with a centuries-old Goblin.

And is renting the house out to Death.

Why isn’t the show about this guy’s life???

It could be a comedy.

omg burning the contract with a finger-gun is hysterical

And his face when there’s a copy XDDD

DON’T  YOU THREATEN MY LITTLE NUGGET DEATH

NOT EVEN AS A JOKE

I will CUT YOU

This is the bromance I didn’t know I needed.

These two flinging pepper and paprika (or probably chili flakes) around the table like children.

It’s already a comedy! :D

She’s going to work at a Korean Chicken restaurant.

Korean chicken restaurants are proof of the divine.

If it’s made of chicken

and you’re in Korea

it’s going to be amazing.

Especially garlic or soy sauce fried chicken.

But also spicy chicken bites.

Kind of like Korean orange chicken?

I can’t spell the word.

So the connection between them is fire? That’s how she summons him? Or is it the act of putting them out?

“I must be a fairy. Like Tinker Bell.”

*rolls eyes and vanishes immediately to get away from the stupid*

Haha, so it is lighting and blowing out a flame.

If blowing out a digital candle works-

JFC IT WORKS

“Goblin” must be a loose translation.

Because nothing about this is goblin-like in western mythology.

So it must just be the closest equivalent creature to translate to.

Ah, now he knows who she is.

And what she is.

Wow, he’s brutal.

“Just go die then. I only care about you 10 won worth”.

*follows him through a portal to the other side of the world on accident*

I think he just peed himself.

“Canada.... you mean the place with the maple leaf? The one in North America?!?!??!?!?”

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

“No matter how I think about it, you’re a goblin... I love you.”

Immediately latches on to tall, dark, and handsome because he insta-travels.

Mood.

[simplejjs]

Love Reveals - Part 4

Hi!  Working hard, type type typing away!  :-)  Here’s what it looks like before:

And here’s what it looks like after (enjoy!):

Love Reveals (Part 4)       by JJSprinkle

When Marinette slipped into her place the next morning, the first thing she noticed was Adrien sitting with a dejected air about him.

“Hey guys,” she said loudly enough to include Adrien and Nino in the greeting.

“‘Sup,” Nino said back, and continued flipping through his phone.

Adrien barely roused himself to reply, “Morning, Marinette.”  Then he returned to lackadaisically doodling on the paper in front of him.

“Girl, check this out!”  Alya was the only one showing any enthusiasm, as she shoved her phone beneath Marinette’s nose.  “I got some awesome footage yesterday for my Ladyblog!”

A video was playing on the screen.  Marinette watched as she and Cat Noir leaped towards the akumatized villain, and she could see the distortion in the air as he shot his force beam at them.  Alya had caught the moment when Cat Noir had grabbed her close and fell to the ground with her.  Marinette watched Cat Noir embracing her, tumbling along the gravel with his arms wrapped protectively around her head and back.

Marinette’s eyes flicked to Adrien’s slumped figure, then back to the screen.  There he was with that sexy smile.  Marinette remembered that look in his eye.  Cat Noir had never before looked at her like that, like he knew something about her that even she didn’t know.  She watched her own face in the video become pinched, annoyed, and then she shoved Cat Noir off of her.

The video was still playing, but Marinette sat back in her seat.  Her emotions after watching the video were confused and scattered.  Her mind kept super-imposing Adrien’s face over Cat Noir’s, and a warmth was seeping into her heart as she thought of Adrien enfolding her, protecting her.  But at the same time, Marinette felt all of Cat Noir’s outrageousness, flirtatiousness, and her anger was sparked all over again with his suggestive behavior.  Marinette shook her head, confused at her conflicting reactions to the video.

Alya was flipping through her phone again and complaining, “But I missed the fight in the warehouse.  I got there too late.  Still,” she grinned at Marinette, “I already have over four thousand likes for this video!”

Marinette smiled weakly at Alya.  The video captured a moment that was too personal for Marinette to be objective about it.

Steeling herself not to glance at Adrien, Marinette asked, “I know you’re always thinking about Ladybug, but do you ever wonder who Cat Noir is?”

“Well, sure.  Loads of people want to know who Cat Noir is.  I get asked that on the Ladyblog all the time!”  Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette caught Adrien sitting a little straighter in his seat.

“Any theories?” Marinette asked.

“Sure, there are loads.  I’ve checked some of them, but…”  Alya’s voice dwindled out, and she shrugged.

Marinette thought of Cat Noir’s smug smile and his, ‘I bet you won’t always say that,’ and she bitterly remarked, “Well, I’m sure you have no end of girls to interview as you chase that down.”

Alya glanced at Marinette, her eyebrows furrowed, and asked, “What do you mean?”

“You know, how he’s always flirting,” Marinette said.

Alya returned to editing her Ladyblog, and remarked off-hand, “No he doesn’t.”

“What?  Yes, he does.  He’s a big flirt.”

“No, he’s not,” Alya contradicted.

“He is literally always flirting, Alya,” Marinette stated, aggrieved.

Finally Alya pulled her gaze from her cell phone and, mimicking Marinette’s sharp tone said, “No, he’s not.”  At Marinette’s doubtful look, she said, “The only person he ever flirts with is Ladybug.”

“What!?”

“You can watch the videos yourself, Marinette.  He never flirts with anyone except Ladybug.  Jeesh,” Alya returned to her phone, “I sometimes wonder if you ever read my Ladyblog.”

Adrien’s voice suddenly sounded, and he said, “I read your Ladyblog.”

Alya shot him a grateful look and said, “Thanks, Adrien.”

“But he flirted with me that one time.  When the Evillustrator attacked.”

“Well, I can’t explain that,” Alya said.  “I guess you’re in a lucky minority because seriously, of all the videos I’ve ever taken with him, the only person he’s ever flirted with is Ladybug.”

Marinette sat back in her seat with a “Hmph,” feeling even more confused, and trying to quash the little spark of hopefulness that Alya’s words seemed to light.  It didn’t help when she saw Adrien shoot a gratified look at Alya before turning back in his seat.

Almost immediately, Mme Bustier arrived to start the lesson, and Marinette could no longer dwell on her tangled emotions.

A little over an hour later, when the class was navigating the hallway to science, Adrien still had not perked up.  Marinette squeezed between Max and Ivan to walk next to Adrien, when she heard Chloe’s nasal laugh and, “Look how funny that is, Sabrina.  Gross walking next to gorgeous!”

Sabrina echoed the nasty laughter, adding, “Homely next to handsome!”

“Appalling next to attractive.”

“Repugnant next to -”

Adrien turned abruptly and with a scorching frown interrupted Sabrina, “Seriously, Chloe?  Sabrina?  Leave Marinette alone.”

“We’re just having some fun, Adrien.  Marinette knows we’re joking, don’t you?” and Chloe laughed mockingly again.  She pushed past Marinette, shoving her a little with her shoulder, while Marinette glowered at her.

Sabrina followed in Chloe’s wake, but as she passed Marinette she leaned in and whispered, “...Not!”  and then scurried after Chloe.

Marinette watched the two cutting through the crowded hallway, hating the feeling of powerlessness that their bullying engendered.  No matter what she did, nothing stopped their verbal abuse.  Two years ago she had finally tried befriending them, last year she had tried ignoring them, this year she frequently fought back.  But their attacks came without warning, with no obvious trigger, and they sliced into her before she had a chance to shield her emotions.

When Adrien put his hand on her shoulder, Marinette jumped.  She was so deep in her thoughts, she had forgotten where she was, why she was there.  “Just ignore them, Marinette.”

“Uh, yeah, right.”  That was the thing to do, and yet it was almost impossible.  ‘Homely next to handsome.’  As they walked on, Marinette stared at her feet.

Adrien’s voice startled her again, “I think Cat Noir flirted with you because you’re nice, and pretty, Marinette.”

“Wha-?” Marinette’s mind took a moment to catch up to Adrien’s words, and then she shut her mouth before sounding like an idiot.  What had Adrien just told her, she wondered to herself.

Adrien, Cat Noir… Cat Noir, Adrien…  With a snap, Marinette recalled why she had sidled up to Adrien in the first place.  “You seemed a little down earlier.  Is everything, um, okay?” she asked him.

Adrien shrugged, but as they walked into the science room and slid into their seats, he turned to continue their conversation.  “Do you think if a friend said they’d meet you somewhere, and then they didn’t, you’re oversensitive to get mad?”

“Uh, sorry…?  You mean, a friend said they’d meet you, but then they didn’t show up?”  Adrien nodded.  “Well, sure, I’d be mad,” Marinette affirmed.  

Suddenly she realized what she’d just said.  Last night.  Adrien had expected Ladybug, ‘Come back tomorrow, and talk, and kiss.’  She’d blown him off, too confused about his dual-identity to face him.  Hurriedly she added, “Er, unless it wasn’t really a *plan* to meet, more like an *idea*, or a *suggestion*...”  Adrien frowned.  Marinette could tell that he doubted himself, doubted his reaction to her absence.  “Maybe your friend had a really good reason for not showing up,” she suggested.

“Yeah, I guess,” Adrien replied, then swiveled back in his seat to wait for the lesson to begin.

Marinette stared at his back.  He… he cared.  He was upset that she hadn’t shown up.  Marinette’s own lack of self-confidence tried to undermine what Adrien’s reaction hinted at, but the thought would not leave her mind:  was it possible she was more than a passing fancy for Adrien?

Suddenly, the urge to kiss him, to be kissed by him, was overwhelming.  Her cheeks turned scarlet, thinking about it in front of her classmates, even though she knew they couldn’t see her thoughts.  At a nudge and wink from Alya, Marinette amended that:  almost none of them could see her thoughts.

Adrien did not stay for lunch, and had fencing class directly after school.  By the time Marinette was doing her homework, she was spending just as much time watching the clock and thinking of Adrien, as she was on her Geometry proofs.

By 10:30 at night, she had kissed her parents good night, plumped her pillows beneath her blanket to look like a sleeping body, and now she was standing in the middle of her room.

“Tikki,” she smiled, unable to hide her eagerness, “Spots On!”  As Tikki was pulled into her earrings, Marinette felt the dizzying, weightless swirl of her transformation.  Marinette flung her arms out, feeling her red suit hug her body, and she drew her hands across her eyes, magically setting her mask into place.

Within minutes she had climbed out onto her roof balcony, and was swooping through the streets of late night Paris.

It was not yet 11:00pm when Ladybug arrived at Adrien’s house.  From the building across the street, she could see Adrien stretched out on his sofa, reading a thick book.  Ladybug watched him blow a wisp of his bangs out of his eyes, and suddenly she lost all of her confusion, doubtfulness, and anger; her love, admiration, and attraction towards him welled up in their place.  

“He’s Cat Noir,” she whispered to herself.  Did Cat Noir really care for her, for Ladybug, really as a person, not just as some girl available to flirt with?  She finally could ponder the question with a sense of possibility instead of denial.

Biting her lip, Ladybug threw out her yoyo, and swung up to the window.  Hanging in the darkness, she lightly rapped.

Adrien was rereading his favorite book, an old western by an American author, when he heard a tap at his window.  The excitement that blossomed inside of him had him tossing the book down and jumping to his feet.

She was there!  He could see Ladybug’s masked face peeking at him through the night’s shadows, and for the moment he forgot all about his lingering anger towards her.  It took Adrien only a second to unlatch his window and hold it open.

Ladybug paused outside, and carefully asked, “May I come in?”

“Of course!” Adrien replied.

Leaping gracefully in, Ladybug turned to Adrien and immediately apologized, “I’m sorry I didn’t come last night.  Something sort of came up, and I had to stay home.”

Her apology was vague enough that Adrien paused for a moment.  But he realized that, as Ladybug, she couldn’t exactly tell him what had happened in her non-superhero life, and so graciously he accepted her apology.  “It’s okay, I understand.”

“But I’m here now!” she said cheerfully.  Tentatively, Ladybug held out her hand to him.

Adrien grinned at her, and grasped her hand.  He pulled her over to the sofa, “You’re here now,” he agreed, and the harmony between the two of them was reestablished.

“Were you reading?” Ladybug asked.

“Yeah.”

Ladybug flipped over the book and looked at the cover.  “A western?” she questioned, surprised.

“Yeah,” Adrien’s cheeks turned a little rosy, like he’d been caught out in something.  “I like how it’s all good versus evil, and how the good always wins.”

Ladybug giggled and remarked, “I like when the good wins too!”

Adrien chuckled and replied, “Yet another thing we have in common.”  

“How was your day?” Ladybug asked.  She had watched him all day, and wondered how his answer would differ from her perception.

Adrien shrugged.  “It was okay.  I did a photoshoot at lunchtime, and they had these little sushi rolls that were so spicy, they  made my eyes water, and the photographer spent all of his time yelling at me and the caterers.”  He chuckled.

“I only like tuna rolls,” Ladybug offered.

Adrien licked his lips and said, “Mmm, spicy crunchy tuna rolls!  I love those!”

“I like vegetable tempura.”

Adrien peered at her, “You like Japanese food, huh?”

Thinking of her mother’s cooking, Ladybug said, “I like all Asian food really.  But sometimes my mom makes real Chinese food, and some of her dishes are a little gross.  Like, she’ll make scrambled eggs with these little fish in it, and you see all these tiny eyes staring at you as you eat it.”

Adrien laughed, “Okay, that doesn’t sound particularly appetizing!”  He smiled at her, while wondering why her mom cooked real Chinese cuisine.

“So, uh, school was okay?” Ladybug pressed after a moment of quiet.

“Yeah.”  Adrien considered telling Ladybug how disappointed he’d been that she hadn’t come the night before, but he thought it might come off as too heavy, plus he’d already told her it was okay.  Probably he shouldn’t reopen that topic.  

Ladybug knew he’d had fencing after school but she pretended not to as she asked, “And I guess you still have to come directly home after school?”

Adrien looked at her sharply, “Actually, I had fencing.  But how’d you know that my dad wants me to come home after school?”

“Uh…”  She had really screwed up.  Too late, Ladybug remembered that Adrien had discussed his strict dad with Marinette, not with Ladybug.  She tried to laugh lightly, but it sounded a little forced for her liking.  Scrambling for a credible answer, Ladybug tried, “Well, I just figured… I mean, isn’t your dad pretty strict and all?”

“Yeah… But how did you know that?”  Adrien watched her suspiciously.

Ladybug gulped, and cast her mind over any memories that she could use to cover her flub.  “Well, I remember how he wouldn’t let you have a birthday party and your friend Nino turned into The Bubbler.  And, um, how he sent you to your room that time Simon Says struck…?”

“Right…”

“And, he was annoyed that you ate lunch at school!” Ladybug finished triumphantly.

Adrien narrowed his gaze at her.  Nervously, Ladybug licked her lips and asked, “So, um, isn’t he strict?”

“Yeah… yeah, he is.”

Adrien said nothing more.  The silence was too awkward, and Ladybug said, “Well, um, so…?”

Staring hard at her, Adrien said, “It really *is* more than just the model thing.  You *do* know me.”

Ladybug’s eyes slid away, as a kaleidoscope of memories swept through her mind:  Adrien handing her his umbrella; getting out of his car with her scarf around his neck, so happy that his dad had given it to him; pulling her close for a kiss in their student film contest; wishing her luck on his father’s hat contest…  And then, more images flooded her mind: as Cat Noir placing himself between her and Timebreaker, and Dark Cupid; cracking both bad and clever puns as they fought villains side by side; allowing her to throw, swing, and toss him like a weapon, showing complete trust in her.  With a quick, indrawn breath, Ladybug realized that she was not just in love with Adrien… She had come to love, and completely trust, Cat Noir.  Up until this moment, it was not a kissing type of love… It was the abiding love of deep friendship.

Adrien watched Ladybug’s cheeks grow bright red.  Her thoughts were a million miles away, and then she gasped a little.  When she turned her gaze back to him, he could not read her expression, but it was serious, and sweet.

Finally Ladybug replied to his statement, simply saying, “I wish that I knew you better.”

Adrien’s hand found hers.  He said, “Okay, ask me one serious question, and I’ll answer it.”

He could not have guessed the direction that Ladybug’s mind took.  She could have asked, ‘Are you Cat Noir?’  She could have forced the confession… but something stopped her.  This he could always tell her, and they had agreed not to.  It wasn’t right to corner him like that.  Plus, Adrien and Cat Noir liked Ladybug, like she had said to Tikki; as Marinette, she acted differently.  And Adrien had never shown enough interest in her as Marinette to encourage her.  But if she forced his confession, she really had to confess her own double-identity… and this she wasn’t ready for.

She could ask about his mother.  Ask what really happened…  It was all shrouded in mystery.  But this would not necessarily give her better knowledge of Adrien… Nor would asking about his father.

“I certainly hope you’re not coming up with a really hard physics question for me!” Adrien joked, the silence too much for him.

Ladybug flashed him a quick smile, then asked, “Overall, do you think you’re more happy, or sad?”

Adrien squeezed her hand while joking, “Well, that’s even harder than a physics question!”  He sat silently for a while, thinking.  Finally he answered, “When I’m at school, I’m more happy.  When I’m home… there are too many things that remind me to be sad.”  Adrien thought of that first night, when Ladybug thought she was stopping him from suicide, when really he was just trying to escape.  School, Cat Noir… they were escapes, from an oppressive home that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not change.  Adrien sighed.

“I’m glad you go to school,” Ladybug said, thinking of herself as well as him.

“Me too,” he replied.  Then he added, “That first night - really, I was just climbing out the window.  To escape.  Sometimes I just leave the house, just to get out.”

Ladybug nodded her head.  She believed him, mostly.  Thinking back on that night, Ladybug imagined that he would have called for his kwami had she not shown up… But his timing, it was too close.  Too reckless.  Ladybug’s gaze played over Adrien’s face.  She shifted on the sofa, cuddling closer to him, and putting her head on his shoulder said, “Please don’t take risks with yourself, Adrien.  It would be terrible if -”  She couldn’t finish her sentence, and instead, audibly swallowed.

Ladybug heard Adrien chuckle a little, as if he knew something she didn’t, but he pulled her closer and replied, “Don’t worry.”

Which was not the same as a promise, but Ladybug let it go.

Ladybug could feel Adrien turn and kiss the top of her head.  He stretched his arm out, curving it around her shoulders, and played with one of her pigtails.  She giggled and looked up at him. They shared a smile, then Ladybug said, “We said that I should come back, that we could talk, and,” her cheeks grew rosy again, “and kiss.”

Adrien’s eyes darkened, and he stared at her intently.  Then a small smile broke through the intensity, and he quipped, “There’s no chaperone in the room.”

Ladybug smiled in turn, “We could go find Nathalie?”

“Let’s not,” Adrien whispered, leaning closer to Ladybug.

With his lips hovering over hers, Ladybug whispered her agreement, “Let’s not.”

And then the two were kissing.  Ladybug wondered at how perfectly they fit, how perfectly in tune they always seemed to be.  Adrien had threaded one hand into her silky hair and was cupping her cheek with his other hand, while kissing her deeply.  Ladybug had one hand on his shoulder, and one arm wrapped around his waist.  She couldn’t help but sigh as he moved to kiss her jawline, working his way to her ear.  Adrien sucked on the tip of her earlobe, and Ladybug giggled, batting him away.  

“That feels funny.”

“I thought it was supposed to be nice,” Adrien admitted.

Ladybug leaned over and licked his earlobe, then pulled it into her mouth as he had done to her.  Adrien chuckled, pulling away, and said, “Yeah, that’s weird.  Well, it’s kinda nice…”

A devilish smile crossed Ladybug’s face, and she shifted on the couch to kneel beside him, then leaned forward and pulled his earlobe into her mouth again.  Adrien laughed, but didn’t pull away, until Ladybug nipped gently on his ear.

Adrien’s heart was pounding, and he fell sideways on the sofa, pulling Ladybug by her waist down on top of him.  Holding her close, he kissed her with the passion surging through him.  Ladybug’s fingers dove into his hair, as she met his passion with her own.  Finally, as Adrien’s hands began to skim along her body encased in her red suit, Ladybug broke off the kiss.

They stared at each other, breathing heavily, then Adrien pushed Ladybug’s head down onto his shoulder and hugged her close.  “I missed you.  I wanted you here so badly,” he murmured.  

“I’m sorry,” Ladybug said into his shoulder.  She closed her eyes, and as Adrien held her close, imagined him as Cat Noir.  Ladybug smiled to herself, knowing that she would feel the same.  The same tenderness, the same desire to kiss him again, the same love.

She pulled back, leaning over Adrien to share her smile of joy.  Adrien reached up and gently ran one finger along the edge of her mask.  “I want to know who you really are,” his voice was husky.

“What if I’m different from what you expect?” she asked.

“I… It would be okay.”  Adrien considered confessing to her.  He could say, ‘I’m different when I’m Cat Noir.’  But Ladybug had never shown any real interest in him as Cat Noir.  Sometimes she flirted back, but the few times he’d tried to push it, she had discouraged him.  The deceit between them bothered Adrien, and he wanted to end it… but not yet.  Maybe, he thought, if he could get Ladybug to fall in love with him as Adrien, then when he told her he was Cat Noir she would be willing to give him a chance.

“Never mind,” Adrien said.  “Maybe sometime later, you can tell me, but for right now, let’s just keep it like this.”

Ladybug felt a peculiar mixture of relief and disappointment.  “Okay,” she agreed, letting him take the lead on this.

Adrien’s eyes darkened again, and his voice was almost somber when he said, “I want to kiss you again, but I think it might be wiser if you left.”

Ladybug frowned at him.

“It’s late anyway, and I guess you might also have school tomorrow like me?”

Ladybug nodded her head, then partially ignored his words and laid her head back down on Adrien’s shoulder.

They stayed like that for many minutes, not talking, not kissing, just laying with each other, being with each other.  A deep contentment saturated Adrien, and he felt he never wanted to let Ladybug go.  After a while, Adrien’s hands began to float delicately along her body, barely touching her curves, tickling her.  When his hands skimmed along her side, and she could feel them along the curve of her breasts, her breath caught in her throat.  She said, “Yeah, it’s time for me to go.”

Immediately Adrien dropped his hands onto the sofa, and he replied in a quiet voice, “Right.”

Ladybug rolled off of him, to stand beside the couch.  Adrien rose, and taking her hand, he walked with her to his window.  He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her around to face him, “I don’t want you to go.  I just want you to stay, and stay, and stay.  I’m happy when I’m with you, Ladybug.”

“That’s how I feel,” she replied.  She hugged him close around his waist.  Sometime, in the future, she would be able to tell him how much she loved him, how important he was to her… For now, she simply hugged him as tightly as she could.

“Oooph!”  Adrien said, then laughed a little, “Your bear hugs are a little too strong!”

“Oh, right, sorry!”  Ladybug laughed.  Adrien dropped a kiss on her nose, and Ladybug quickly reached up and pecked him on the lips.  “Okay, I’d better go.”

“Yeah.”  Adrien kept his arms around her, and she kept hers around him.  Finally, he sighed, repeated, “Yeah,” and forced himself to let her go.  Ladybug slowly pulled her arms from around him.  “Will you come tomorrow?” he asked.

“And talk, and kiss?” Ladybug gently teased.  Adrien smiled at her.  “Uh huh!” she agreed with a glowing smile.  Then, she hopped up into the window.  Turning, she smiled cockily and said, “Bug out!” and she was gone.  Adrien rested his chin on the window frame and smiled at her back as she disappeared into the night.

To Be Continued...!    (By JJ Sprinkle)

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10 Riverdale Moments That Topped Our Cringe-Meter | ScreenRant

Possibly every Riverdale fan is well aware of this show's penchant for getting more ridiculous with every season. By now, even the biggest Riverdale fans will acknowledge that the show's packed with poorly-written dialogues, illogical situations, and random plot elements that make absolutely no sense. Still, despite all this, Riverdale has managed to keep its faithful fanbase, helping to make it one of the most awarding-winning tv shows currently airing.

It has also become one of those rare shows that are so bad, they're actually good. A big reason for this lies, in fact, in its countless uncomfortable and cringe-worthy scenes, which have surely become a guilty pleasure of every Riverdale fan. Sometimes, the show takes it so far that we immediately want to skip to a different scene or turn off our screens entirely, hoping to forget what we just saw.

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10 The "I'm a weirdo" speech

In case you haven’t noticed, Jughead is weird. He´s a weirdo. He doesn't fit in nor does he want to fit in. Have you ever seen him without his stupid hat? All jokes aside, it's definitely clear to everyone from the very beginning of the show that Jughead (Cole Sprouse) is an oddball with a sarcastic sense of humor.RELATED: Riverdale: 5 Reasons Bughead Are Relationships Goals (& 5 They Aren't)Still, his famous monologue from the first season, in which he tries to highlight his individuality, instead of being dramatic... sounded like it came out straight from "The Room." Given that probably no one took it seriously, Jughead's famous speech eventually attained meme status - and deservedly so, if we may add.

9 Dark Betty

At first glance, Betty Cooper (played by Lili Reinhart) is your typical blonde girl-next-door, but she also has a dark side - a character fans have come to know as Dark Betty. This alter ego is often characterized by a black wig and lacy underwear, transforming the usual do-good star pupil into a sex-pot and webcam model. Seriously? And while this "dark side" of hers represents a vent for some deep psychological issues Betty is dealing with, instead of taking a more serious approach, the show makes it incredibly cringy and played-out by having her dress up what she thinks is a stereotypical "bad girl."

8 Betty's Serpent Dance

For many Riverdale fans, this is one of the most unpleasant and cringey moments of season 2. In episode eight, titled "House of the Devil," which hits things off by having sixteen year-old Betty perform a striptease to one of the most depressing songs ever - Mad World. And while the fans was forced to witness a minor strip to "All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces," there were indeed familiar faces in the audience, namely Betty's boyfriend Jughead and even her own mother who did nothing to stop her. Betty's show went on uninterrupted and followed by applause. Mad World, indeed.

7 Weird Sex scenes

To be clear, while the show's got more sex scenes than are totally necessary to start with, the bizarre circumstances that lead to these acts make them that much more uncomfortable. Take a scene in the second season for example: after witnessing his father getting shot, Archie (KJ Apa) goes to take a shower, moments later having his girlfriend Veronica (Camila Mendes) figure it's the perfect time to have sex. Sure, there's no better way to comfort your boyfriend whose father ended up in the emergency room moments earlier!

6 Veronica and Jughead kissing

Yet another scene that caused discomfort in Riverdale fans occurred in the second season, when Betty, Jughead, Archie, and Veronica decided to go on a weekend trip. During their stay at a cabin in the woods (another pop-culture cliche) the secret that Betty and Archie kissed leaked, to which Veronica suggested she should kiss Betty's boyfriend Jughead to make things even.

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Not only is this embarrassing story writing for a popular TV show, but the visibly uncomfortable situation was made worse by the fact that Lili (Betty) and Cole (Jughead) are in a relationship off the set as well. In any case, given we've also already witnessed the kiss between Betty and Veronica, we guess the only thing left is a kiss between Archie and Jughead - which isn't so unlikely given how the show's plot is developing.

5 The Singing

It's a good time to remind everyone that these characters are still around sixteen years old and in high school. Good, now what gives with all the needlessly sexual imagery, which carries over even when they randomly burst in song? A good example of this is the scene when Josie (Ashleigh Murray) and the Pussycats together with Cheryl (Madelaine Petsch) sing their version of the "Milkshake" song.

Generally speaking, most viewers are tired of all the random songs and singing performances being stuffed into the main story line. These scenes cause a massive cringe when they occur by themselves, let alone when they're bolstered by uncomfortable circumstances and awkward interactions.

4 "We're endgame Archie"

The phrase "endgame" is so over-used that it's sole usage to describe literally every couple in this show provokes nothing but a big cringe in the audience. In one of the very first episodes, Kevin told Betty that she and Archie were endgame, or "Actually, to clarify, Betty and Archie aren't dating, but they're endgame." At least according to Kevin.

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Hearing the characters constantly call their relationships endgame has gotten way too stale way too fast, to the point where, in most fans, it provokes an eye roll every time it happens.

3 Veronica saying "daddy" and "Archiekins"

We're sort of getting used to Veronica's cringy dialogue, but every time she uses one of these two words in a sentence it's impossible to hold back the eye roll. Although it's a bit humorous to hear Veronica refer to her father as "daddy" or "daddykins," (as if their relationship suddenly went from resentful to loving), it's mostly just annoying. Heck, like many things from the show, Veronica's "daddy" is now a meme.

Then there's the nickname she picked for her boyfriend Archie, whom she continually calls "Archiekins," which is not nearly as cute as she thinks it is. However, we get why this is recurrent in the show, as the nickname "Archiekins" comes from the Archie comics. Despite this, it simply doesn't fit this interpretation of the show, and combined with the usually bad dialogue, turns out completely cringy.

2 Almost every Archie Scene

While it seems that the show is set on making Archie seem like a badass character, more often than not, the guy ends up looking like a (for lack of a better word) stooge. Let's not forget, he's only 16 and his decisions and actions are rarely based on common sense, which includes examples such as him admitting guilt for a crime he didn't commit (although he would probably be let off) and despite the fact that practically the entire Riverdale was helping him win the case - why so stupid, Archiekins!? Best guess, for the same reason he miraculously survived that bear attack: to make him seem like a fearless bad boy character. Oh, and so this scrawny sixteen-year-old then became a champion fighter in prison.

1 Polly and Jason' love story

The weird, incestuous vibes between the Blossom Twins could be sensed from the very beginning of the show. Later the tables have turned when it was revealed that Jason Blossom (Trevor Stines) and Polly Cooper (Tiera Skovbye), who were the ones in an incestuous relationship. Although their love affair ended abruptly and unfortunately with Jason's murder, the icing on the cake was the discovery that Polly and Jason were actually cousins. On top of that, following the even Polly had Jason's twins, which brings us to the part that never ceases to make us cringe - she named them Juniper and Dagwood.

NEXT: Riverdale: 10 Things We Want To See In Season 4

source https://screenrant.com/embarassing-cringe-riverdale-scene-moment/

[justkending]

A True Wesson. Part 5

Summary: You are a prodigy hunter that recently lost her father on a hunt after you decided to retire from the hunting life. You run into the Winchesters when a case comes up in your town. Along the way you realize something that you always felt but never truly understood about yourself.

Chapter Summary: You go to the bar and handle the drunk. You give Dean a little taste of how you can “take care” of yourself. A couple of looks into the characters powers as well.

Warning: Cussing.

Word Count: 3379

Pairing: Eventual Dean x (Hunter/ Supernatural) Reader, Sam.

AUTHOR NOTES: This is my first writing ever so there may be a mistake here and there. Give me all the thoughts, comments, and questions! I love all feedback! ENJOY YA’LL!!!

MASTERLIST

Part 5:

The bar was about 10 minutes out from your house. Once you hopped in the car and started heading out you turned on the radio to keep the talking to a minimum. That only worked for two seconds since Dean had other plans.

He leaned over and turned the radio down. “So explain to me how your what 20? 21? And the head chief at the police station.”

“First off I’m 24 about to turn 25, and I’m good at the job. Therefore, when you’re good at the job people tend to promote you,” you said, going to turn the volume back up since Rich Girl, by Hall & Oates was playing. You started humming and getting into it when Dean reached over turned it back down again. “Hey!” you exclaimed.

“Nope. No way. You don’t get to just say that and think the conversation is done. I want details. Even if your dad was the Chief before you, and gave you an “in”, you still have to have a pretty hefty resume to get that high a job.” 

Dean really wanted to know more about you, and this was one way of getting some answers.

“Fine. I graduated high school. Went to college and only hunted here and there to focus on my class work. Majored in Forensic Science with a minor in Psychology to get into people’s head. It works wonders in this job. Later got accepted into the FBI. Became top of my class & actually graduated 2 years early since I excelled in the work. Got a job in the field for a year and was moving up on the ladder. Everything was going great until I got a call from my dad asking for help on a case. I retired from hunting once I got my job in the FBI, and I didn’t want back in. Somehow my dad convinced me to come back and help him. He passed away 5 months ago. I moved back to town around that time, and they offered me the job. Haven’t been on a hunt since then until now.”

You wanted to keep it short and sweet and not get too detailed because you didn’t want to talk about your dad’s death considering it was still a healing wound. 

“The town knows me, I had hours out in the field, and had actually lead multiple investigations within the FBI so I am qualified for this position. Even if I am young for a Chief.” 

You looked over and gave him a sassy smile and went back to turn on the radio. The rest of the ride you sat in silence other than the radio playing at a moderate level. You were getting lost in your own thoughts after bringing up old memories.

Dean on the other hand was watching you in amazement. How the hell was someone so young able to do all that? He realized he might have pushed some buttons and that the ride would be over soon, so he went ahead and joined you in the silence listening to the radio. He didn’t realize you had pulled up to the bar because of how far in his thoughts he was, trying to wrap his head around you.

“We’re here,” you said, turning your body towards Dean and pulling your leg up to make the position more comfortable. “Listen you don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. It probably will be a quick trip of me yelling at an old man to get his act together and go home.”

“Well on the off chance that it escalates to more than that, I think I’ll come on in and get a drink since your driving anyway.” He turned to you and gave you a big cheesy grin.

“Suit yourself,” you shrugged, getting out of the truck walking to the bar. Before you reached the door you turned back to Dean almost making him run into you with how close he was following you from behind and said, “Don’t interfere unless I really need help. Which won’t be the case. I can handle myself.” You patted his chest. “Promise.”

He put his hands up in surrender and motioned to the doors. You turned around and walked in immediately picking up on which guy was causing the scene. 

He was a hefty guy, older probably late 40’s early 50’s. Balding with a white beard, and tattoos up both arms. Everyone was staying clear of the dude because he was shouting some type of nonsense.

Benny was behind the counter and as soon as he saw you, a sigh of relief left his mouth. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle the situation himself, but the guy did want to talk to the Chief apparently. Therefore, Benny knew you could take care of the issue.

You walked over to the area. 

“I got a call that there was a gentleman here that wanted to see the Police Chief,” you sighed toward the man who was hugging a beer bottle with one hand and throwing his other hand into a fist onto the counter, which caused others in the bar to jump and turn their attention your direction. “Why don’t you take it down a couple of levels there, bud?”

“I’mmm fine, little miss. I was the one who needed to talk to the Chief. Where’s he at?” The man was clearly disoriented and drunk as can be. He was slurring all his word and they were taking forever to fully form and leave his lips.

“I’m right here sir. What is it you need to talk about, so we can get it over with and get you home,” you said, annoyed with him taking up your time. He clearly thought he was going to see your dad tonight, and was not happy when you announced your position as the Chief.

“You ain’t him!” 

Anger was rising to the surface and you could tell something bad might go down tonight if he didn’t calm down soon. Even though Dean said he was going to let you handle this and go get a drink, he hadn’t left your side. He was right next to you ready to step in if needed. The drunk continued ranting. 

“I want to speak to Chief Carpenter! That man put me in jail for no reason, and I had to waste a year of my life in a cell all because he wanted to be a piece of SHIT BASTARD!

Your dad was the kindest, most hardworking, selfless man you had ever met, and you were not about to let his name get dragged in the dirt. But you took a deep breath and pushed back your own anger knowing fire fighting fire wasn’t going to defuse the situation.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to lower your voice. Let’s not forget we are in a public establishment. There are people trying to-” before you could finish the sentence he was standing up shouting in your face.

“I DON’T CARE BITCH! I WANT to talk to the Chief! Let him know what’s on my mind!” He was getting too close for Dean’s liking, and Dean went to step in front of you.

You put a hand on his chest to stop him from going any further. 

“Hey Dean. Remember what we said? I don’t want to put your ass in a jail cell too for intervening.” He was still standing in fight stance. Chest puffed out and all. “Dean come on. Go sit down, I got this.” 

You knew the only way to get him away from the situation was to guide him and walk with him yourself to a spot at the bar.

As you were walking, you motioned to Benny to get Dean a drink. As Dean was going to sit down, very hesitant at that, he was still watching over your shoulder. 

In that instant your senses heightened. 

The only time they did this was when a fight was coming, danger was near, or when you focused on them enough to zero in on certain stuff. It’s like you can tell what’s about to happen before it does every time.

Before Dean could even say your name and warn you about what was happening behind you, you turned around in what was literally an eighth of a second. You grasped on to the wrist that was coming at you. You pulled and tweaked the arm that was inches from your face until it was wrapped around the back of the man that was attempting to “attack” you. If that’s what you want to call it. 

You turned so you were behind him, and knocked his back knee out causing him to crumple to the ground. You had the upper hand the whole time, but it helped he was drunk off his ass. 

You pushed him down to the ground to where he was laying completely on the disgusting floor. He attempted to get up with his free hand, but you already had mapped out his next actions. His arm was pinned behind him by you and you were grabbing his other one to put next it so his chances of standing were a lot harder.

“Benny, call the station and see if Slater is still on duty. Have him bring a patrol car if he is. This new buddy of ours gets to be mad at me too for putting him in a cell,” you instructed, putting your weight on him. You rested your knee in his lower back as you put handcuffs that you had grabbed out of your truck on your way in on his wrist.

You looked around and realize all eyes were on you. 

“Sorry folks, didn’t mean to ruin your night. Please carry on with your evenings.” You knew most of the people, so you just smiled and gave a casual wave. They were still all looking at you more is shock than annoyance. Then a couple of drunks started clapping in a corner.

“Yeah! KICKASS MAN!” a college frat boy with a group of his friends started yelling. “That was AWESOME!”

You rolled your eyes, but were still smiling, and waved them off. The guy was struggling under you, but was too scattered from all the alcohol to really do anything effective. You leaned down and whispered in his ear. 

“The Chief your looking for was my dad. Probably wasn’t smart to bad mouth him to me. Also any fight that you even thought about breaking out, was never going to work out for you buddy.” After that you read him his rights and waited patiently for backup.

You looked up and saw Dean was in a pure state of awe at what just prevailed before him. You want to talk about Badass Wesson’s. Just look at this woman.

“You going to keep staring, or are you going to help me get him up and situated somewhere outside of the bar?” you asked smiling.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” He got up from his seat that he really wasn’t sitting on, and ran over to you to get this 300lb  man of the ground.

Once the man was secured and outside. He was hitting that drowsy part of drunk where he wasn’t really fighting his restraints, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t talking up a storm about what a bitch you were.

“You little bitch. I’m gonna get you back for making me look like a FuCKING FOOL in there! Fuck you and everything you stand for you piece of shit,”  he said as you waited outside for the squad car as it came around the corner.

“Oh honey, I wasn’t the one making you look like the fool in there. You had that handled all by yourself. But if that’s what helps you sleep at night...” You handed him off to your subordinate, as you finished your little speech. “Keep him in a cell for tonight. I’ll go over his records and deal with him in the morning. Thanks, Slater.”

He nodded and did as asked. You watched him take off down the road, and took a deep breath once the car was no longer in sight. You looked down, hands in your pockets, and kicked at the dirt then turned on your heel back to the bar where Dean was on the porch, sitting on the steps.

“This happen often?” Dean asked. His hands were clasped together, elbows on his knees, and he was looking you straight in the eyes. He had been watching your every move ever since they put that jack ass in the car.

“HA. Yeah well, handling drunks in this small town does happen more than murders, break ins, or any other crimes.” You chuckled under your breath and took a seat next to him. “I usually know their spouse or someone one that can come pick them up, so it’s nothing compared to what you saw in there.”

Suddenly your body had registered how long and stressful the day had truly been. You slumped over and started rubbing your temples. After your senses kick in, it causes a headache sometimes. You think it has something to do with the fact you don’t fully understand your gifts so you strain yourself when you do use them.

“You good?” Dean had a hand on your back and was leaning over to try to see your face with the angle you were in. Concern laced his voice.

“Yeah… yeah I’m fine. Just,” you let out a sigh “one of those really long days, you know?”

“Ha Ha. Yeah, I definitely know those type of days.” Dean said. He was still worried there was something more than that, but didn’t push. “You ready to head back to the house? I bet Sam and Rosie are having a blast with all that research without us.” He was back to a calm and joking matter. It was a nice shift out of the thoughts that were going through your head, and you let out a chuckle.

“Honestly, they probably are. Those two nerds love research! Heck, maybe they will hit it off themselves…” you turned your head towards him and wiggled your eyebrows. He gave you a smile and let out a small laugh. Then he got up, and turned lending you his hand to help you up. You grabbed it and stood up next to him. “Let me just go check in with Benny and we can head out.”

You went inside and had a brief conversation about what went down, and let him know the jackass of a man was staying at the station for the rest of the night. You told him to call if he needed anything else, and walked back out to the car with Dean right behind you.

You drove on the way back home in a comfortable silence with a comment or little chit chat here and there, but nothing of importance. Dean was still trying to figure out how you reacted so fast. Let alone the fact you had your back towards the dude, and still managed to do what you did.

Once you got home you pulled into the garage and closed up. You walked inside and saw Sam and Rosie sitting on the couch with coffees in hands. Rosie was curled up with her feet tucked under her, her body completely facing Sam, and her free hand was resting on the back of the couch holding her head up. Sam was also facing Rosie relaxing into the couch with one leg resting on top of the other. You could tell by the body language and the energy they were emitting they were extremely comfortable with one another.

You cleared your throat the same time as Dean, causing you both to look at each other and grin. Both of your attentions went right back to the two people on the couch to see them shoot up noticing your presence.

“Hey!” Rosie cleared her throat, “Hey, so how did it go? Did you get the guy home and safe?” She clearly was trying to turn the attention away from them.

As much as you wanted to torment them, you went with the change of subject. “I wouldn’t say we got him home, but safe? Yes. He will be spending the night at the station tonight as well as waking up to me in the morning” You told her giving her a wink.

“I wouldn’t mind waking up to that in the morning. Maybe I should have taken you up on that threat of being thrown into a cell myself.” Dean said with that dang smirk again.

You just rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile that made its way on your face. You shook your head and walked over to put your wallet, phone, and badge on the end table.

“How did things go here? Find anything that points us towards the right direction?” Now it was your turn to change the subject.

“Uhm we did I think, but um Dean and I should be heading out.” Sam got up gathering all the papers in front of him, and put them in a folder. “Rosie can brief you on our research and I’ll let catch Dean up myself.”

“Oh. O-Ok. Yeah, sure.” You were a little taken aback by how in a rush he seemed all of a sudden. What were they talking about before Dean and you walked in? “Are you guys sure you don’t want to stay and talk about it or heck even stay for a drink or two? It’s only a little after 10.”

“I’ll take you up on a drink after tonight.” Dean said walking over to a chair, but not getting too close before Sam was putting a hand on his shoulder. “What dude?”

“We really should be going. I’m exhausted and by the sound of it, it sounds like you had a pretty eventful night yourselves.” Sam was radiating an energy of urgency to get out of there. “Plus like you said earlier, the motel is kind of a drives away.”

“Uh ok. Yeah go get your rest. I’ll just have Rosie let me know what you guys found.” You said trying to figure out what was causing that energy around him. “Do you guys want to meet at the station tomorrow morning to form a plan or look more into the hunt? Say 9 am?” You added as Sam was practically pushing Dean out of the front door.

“Um Yeah sounds good! See you tomorrow!” Sam said shoving Dean down the steps then going around him to get to the car.

“Ok. Well bye! Drive Safe.” You shouted from the entry way with the door open all the way.

You watched Dean who walked over to the driver side with a look of pure confusion on his face, and before he slid into the car he stopped and looked up to you. He shrugged his shoulders, and tilted his head to the side. He waved, and then jumped in the car himself starting the drive to the hotel.

“What the heck was that?” you said.

“No idea.” Rosie said as she started to walk to her room in a hurry.

“What happened while we were gone?” a pause. “Were you guys getting naughty?” you said in a joking voice.

“WHAT? NO! We just talked.” She said. You just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Listen I’m extremely tired too, and I have work tomorrow so I’m headed to bed. I’ll let you in all the details for the case tomorrow before you head to work.”

“Hmm Mmm those aren’t going to be the only details you tell me…” you said in a quiet, but loud enough voice for her to hear.

You just heard and scoff and then a shoe came flying at you. You caught it, held it out, and dropped it like it was a mike and smirked at her.

“Go to bed you loon!” Rosie said laughing as she finally went down the hall to her room.

What the heck happened while you were gone? Why did Sam’s aura change from cool and comfortable to frantic in a matter of minutes? You were going to do some investigation.

Part 6

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[daleisgreat]

Top 10 and Worst 5 Films of 2014 through 2016

I meant to do this last year, but completely neglected it. When I ran my old podcast, one episode a year, my friends Matt, Jay and I would host our annual best and worst movies of the year episode. We did three installments for films that hit in 2011-2013. The podcast is not around anymore so I have not done it since, but I still have been keeping Word documents on my computer with a list of all the movies I saw each year and constantly update my top 10 and worst 5 rankings of the year. I meant to post the best and worst of 2015 as a blog, but as I said it just slipped past me and I will make up for it now with a triple best and worst list for 2014 through 2016. I had a whole extra year to catch up on Netflix and VUDU on 2014 and 2015 releases I missed so I have seen about 20% more films than I did than 2016. So hopefully that will excuse any glaring omissions that did not make my rankings. That said, I am still feeling pretty good about my 2016 list and there were only a handful of films that slipped by me that I have not seen yet. Movies linked on the lists will take you to my review of the film if you want to see my expanded thoughts on the film. One last thing before the lists, I want to give a shoutout to one of my favorite film critics, Scott Sawitz! I have discussed movies, wrestling and a ton more with Scott for well over a decade and have had the pleasure of having him guest host on my aforementioned podcast several times. I have always been a fan of his reviews and weekly column, Monday Morning Critic, over at Inside Pulse. His latest column is his annual top 10 films of the year I always look forward to. Scott has a twist on his rankings this year because he has been putting a ton of work into his weekly YouTube series, Confessions of a Super-Hero, weekly bite-sized episodic viewing all about what super-heroes do in their off-duty downtime. If you have a moment, please check it out! Now, onto the lists! 2014 TOP 10 10) Wild 9) Nightcrawler 8) Gone Girl 7) Equalizer/John Wick 6) Imitation Game 5) Interstellar 4) Guardians of the Galaxy 3) Whiplash 2) Captain America: The Winter Soldier 1) Boyhood Best Documentary – Life Itself

The two comic book films on the list ranked high with Marvel having a stellar year. Guardians surprised me because the concept just seemed impossible to pull off in live action with an animated tree and talking raccoon, but somehow Marvel did it and it kicked all kinds of ass. Winter Soldier was an awesome modern day follow up to The First Avenger. I seem to be in the minority of people when discussing Interstellar, and while I would rank it a notch or two under other non-Batman Christopher Nolan classics like Inception, I still very much enjoyed it that it made it into the midst of my top 10. Life Itself is an excellent documentary all about Roger Ebert in his final days as it documents his and Gene Siskel’s breakout rise as the go to film critics of the nation. Wild hit all the right nerves for me on Cheryl Strayed’s arduous journey of self-discovery. Nightcrawler shocked me at the lengths Gyllenhaal went to get the ultimate creep-o look down and his convincing transition from wannabe ripoff artist to the quintessential conman. I was expecting Equalizer to be a by-the-numbers action flick, but Denzel Washington proved me wrong by adding on many layers to it, and it is bizarre how John Wick came out within weeks of it and both were nearly identical plots, but both delivered in their own unique way. John Wick also gets my dubious award for best ever Kevin Nash cameo. Finally, props to Richard Linklater for delivering on his film that was literally 12 years in the making with Boyhood. Linklater is a risk taker with his ambitious projects, and he knocked another one out of the park with Boyhood getting my vote as best film of 2014. 2014 WORST 5 5) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 4) Tekken 2 3) Pro-Wrestling Zombies 2) Amazing Spider-Man 2 1) Transformers: Rise of the Fallen 2014 saw many terrible films, I actually had nearly 10 films as being ‘worst 5-calibur’ material. The TMNT remake had a few bright spots and scene-saving moments from Will Arnett, but he alone could not save a film with so many gut-wrenching jokes and awful retconning of the TMNT lore I grew up with. I actually dug the first Tekken film as a kind of solid nonsense fighting tournament movie that was kind of faithful to the source material ala Mortal Kombat, but the sequel was this awful attempt at a mafia-crime-mystery-drama that failed on all levels. Pro-Wrestling Zombies was a very low budget zombie slashing film starring Matt Hardy, Jim Duggan and Roddy Piper, but with these wrestling legends it was not even enjoyable in an ironic way like most zombie films, and was just flatout bad. Amazing Spider-Man 2 shocked me because I legitimately enjoyed the reboot, and thought this would be another easy follow up with most of the same cast and crew returning. However, Spider-Man and Electro both cast painful jokes and banter throughout that did not exist in the prior film, and there were countless groan inducing moments. The latest Transformers film outdid the straight-up bad humor and moments throughout the entire wreck of a film. Michael Bay somehow found a way to make it a nearly insurmountable task to get through. 2015 Top 10 10) Southpaw 9) Ant Man 8) The Martian 7) End of the Tour 6) Mad Max: Fury Road 5) Revenant 4) Creed 3) Steve Jobs 2) Spotlight 1) Hateful Eight Best Documentary – Tie: Electric Boogaloo & Winning: Racing Life of Paul Newman

Yeah, I like my feel good boxing/sports films as Jake Gyllenhaal shined again this year in Southpaw and Creed surpassed my expectations with its contemporary take on the Rocky franchise. While the lighthearted moments from Damon seemed a little forced, I still very much dug his Mars survival story, but not as much I got immersed into Dicaprio’s and Tom Hardy’s intense wilderness survival adventure that is The Revenant. Fury Road marked the first Mad Max movie I saw and the bombastic costumes initially had me raising an eyebrow, but once the heavy metal guitar semi-truck graced the screen in its infinite glory I instantly went on board with the film and never got off. I recently reviewed Steve Jobs, and if you recall I absolutely loved its use of creative license to tell a nonstop dialogue juggernaut of three big moments in Jobs’ life. Spotlight is the perfect way to tell a slow building mystery film where investigative journalists gradually picked away at their biggest scoop ever. Finally, I am biased towards Quentin Tarantino as I view the man as being one of the absolute best at dialogue in films, and he delivered once again with countless another excellent script and scenes that stole the show in The Hateful Eight. The setting worked perfectly and I was on my toes waiting to see which one of the eight was going to make the first move in a powdered keg filled with characters ready to burst. 2015 Worst 5 5) Fantastic Four 4) Jupiter Ascending 3) Chappie 2) Ted 2 1) Pixels

I was surprised at how bad Jupiter Ascending turned out to be, and did not expect Channing Tatum to be the only decent part of that film. After the dud that was Sucker Punch and now Jupiter Ascending, I am cutting myself off from all future Wachowski-directed films. I am a fan of District 9 and its director Neil Blomkamp and felt burned by his latest film, the insufferable Chappie in numerous ways. I was anticipating bad things from both Fantastic Four or Pixels, but part of me forced myself to go to see how awful they ultimately were. Fantastic Four was mostly drawn out and dull, and had some very head-scratching moments throughout. I cannot remember the last Adam Sandler film I legitimately liked, does the first half of Funny People count? Any marginal hopes of a semi-decent film were squashed the second Kevin James popped up on screen as the dopey president of the USA. Practically the entire film was bad, but I will at least give it minor props for some pretty good use of the videogame CG in the film. 2016 Top 10 10) Purge: Election Year 9) Deadpool 8) Star Trek: Beyond 7) 13 Hours: Secret Soldiers of Benghazi 6) Captain America: Civil War 5) Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice 4) Hacksaw Ridge 3) Sully 2) Fences 1) The Accountant Best Documentary – ESPN 30 for 30: The ’85 Bears

The last two Purge films have turned into guilty Halloween pleasures like the old Final Destination films. Election Year kept up the same gritty, over-the-top tone and pace as Anarchy Reigns before it. Deadpool surprised me at not being a dud, and far exceeded my expectations with tons of great jokes, dialogue, action and unapologetically aware 4th wall-breaking references throughout. It has been awhile since I got wrapped up in an intense R-rated war film, and 2016 had two of them with 13 Hours and Hacksaw Ridge that both get high recommendations from me. I am a wee bit of a Clint Eastwood fan, but I will give him and Tom Hanks righteous props on how they somehow made Sully’s heroic emergency plane landing into the Hudson River a thrilling feature length film. Some of you who saw the list are probably baffled at why I rank the controversial Dawn of Justice over the much-loved Civil War, but the two ranked so close together I just might change my answer if you ask me any day of the week. If I am splitting hairs I did not care for the shoehorned Spider-Man extended cameo, and his dialogue has me worried that Homecoming is going to be filled with an equal, if not worse script than Amazing Spider-Man 2. Denzel Washington and Viola Davis are sublime in Fences. The small, but mighty cast here delivered powerful performances, with Washington and Davis especially delivering in this dialogue-driven-tour-de-force about hard times for a family making ends meet in the 1950s. I did not know too much going into The Accountant other than it had what appeared to be a gimmick of an assassin with Autism. I could not have been more wrong as there is so much more going on with this film that it entertained me throughout its near two and a half hour runtime. Ben Affleck continues his streak of excellent performances, and I cannot wait to see how his upcoming solo version of The Batman turns out. Worst 5 2) Suicide Squad 1) Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk

I have only seen two movies this year that qualify as “worst 5-caliber.” I could not get into Suicide Squad. The first third of the film played out like an extended trailer scored with worn out songs that I am use to only hearing off trailers. There were several WTF moments throughout, and add in the film felt compromised after audiences griped that Dawn of Justice was not lighthearted enough. DC/Warner Bros. responded by pasting in several post-production groan-worthy zingers that played more to the mainstream, but made me cringe. I am optimistic for the presumable sequel though, because I did dig Will Smith as Deadshot and Margot Robbie’s portrayal of fan favorite, Harley Quinn and I am even interested in what direction they take The Joker next. Halftime Walk usurped it as my worst film of the year however because of how unlikeable the cast is. About 20% of the film is war flashbacks that I actually liked, but the other 80% is the members of the military squad’s day being honored at a football game, and just being super dick-ish and incredibly un-empathetic throughout it. I know this is based off a book, but I do not know if something got lost in translation or if this was the desired vision of the film. Either way, it yields my worst of the year honors! Thanks for sticking with me rambling all this way, see you next year!