#side note i wish we got to see ed actually healing too

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izzy's not the only character that's suicidal but he's the one whose entire arc was focused on him getting better. that's why it feels bad.

[antihentaiclub]

i’m rating manga/manhwa i’ve read because i don’t want to do my schoolwork

1. Blood Bank

status: completed

rating: 8.8/10



this was the first one i read and MAN. i like how in the beginning there was no relationship whatsoever but because Shell had power, he was able to use it and see One whenever he felt, at first, Shell was almost like a sugar daddy trying to use that to win One over. but over time, they developed a genuine relationship that was unbreakable and brought them back to each other in the end so they would receive their own happily ever after that they Definitely deserved.

2. bj Alex

status: ongoing (side story)

rating: 8.9/10



the basis of the story was good. i liked the growth of Jiwon throughout the entire story. watching Jiwon accept and move forward from his past trauma was therapeutic and so wholesome. it would probably be my favorite aspect of the series. however, i wanted to punch Dong-gyun Real hard in the beginning because of how he thirsted of Jiwon, but i think that factor is what made him so realistic. he was nearly obsessed with this idea he had of Jiwon and we got to see that idea destroyed and rebuilt multiple times. one another note, i really liked the side story with MD and Chanwoo. it was subtle enough not to overtake the main plot, but present enough o make an impact. now, though, in the side story i want to murder Chanwoo because he’s taking MD for granted. anyways, overall, bj Alex is a very good story. i also quite liked that it was drawn in black and white and the important parts were in color.

3. Make Me Bark

status: completed

rating: 7.5/10



Make Me Bark was very cute. different than my usual tastes, but definitely a good, quick read. i like how Sungjoon was having nothing go his way but Hyo-in kinda swooped in and knocked him off his feet. although, i do wish that we got to know a little more about Hyo-in. i feel like i know so little about him.

4. Well Done!

status: completed

rating: 7/10



i liked the overall concept quite a lot actually. i think the author did a decent job in proving that there doesn’t have to be a good person, or a hero, in a story and that both sides can essentially be villains in their own respect. parts of me wished that Sangwoo and Jaehyun worked out in the end, but i know their relationship didn’t have a solid foundation whatsoever. i don’t want to say the end was fitting for Jaehyun, but he definitely got knocked off his high horse.

5. Walk on Water

status: ongoing

rating: 9.8/10



one of my absolute favorites. this story takes you on so many twists and turns emotionally. the author has beautiful art and an incredible story including growth for both McQueen and Yeowoon. i can’t talk enough about how much i like it. it starts with Ed, who’s later revealed to actually be name Yeowoon, trying to find another source of income to pay off debt that his grandfather accrued. he stumbled upon this gay porn website owned by Glen McQueen and decided to give it a shot, despite not being gay. from then on a shaky string of hookups to hide true feelings ensues until McQueen and Ed finally reveal their real emotions. they begin dating and one would think that’s it, things are fine. but instead, things all start going wrong and Ed and McQueen get in a huge nasty fight in which they both end up regretting but Ed can’t bring himself to be the bigger man and apologize. he starts finding himself in less and less fortunate situations, but currently things are starting to take a turn for the better as he and McQueen have apologized and are talking in hopes of eventually creating a new relationship that will not lead to the hurt they experienced before.

6. BL Motel

status: ongoing

rating: 8.7/10



in this story i liked watching Jinwon and Byul’s relationship grow. you get to see them develop feelings and not tell each other despite how obvious it is. you also get to see Byul struggle with he and his brother’s relationship and how it had been flawed from the beginning. it showed Jinwon helping him and letting him finally resolve the situation so now they are on better terms and healing and finding proper love. i liked that a lot. my one thing that bothers me though, is that a lot of the character designs are similar so i get super confused on who is who. it’s a little disorganized in that sense which can make it a bit hard to read. otherwise, it’s a great story.

7. Dear Door

status: ongoing

rating: 8.6/10



i love the art style for this story. it goes from sophisticated and attractive to cute doodles in seconds and i like the laid back approach to storytelling. in this universe demons can use people as “doors” between the human realm and Hell, which is how Cain, a demon, and Gyeong Joon, a human police officer. Cain begins to use Gyeong Joon as his door and they develop an interesting type of relationship that still has a lot of room for growth. it’s still very early on for this story but i look forward to updates.

8. Love or Hate

status: ongoing

rating: 9.5/10



another favorite of mine. first, the art style is incredible and the character designs are so good. plus, the story is well structured. in this story you witness Haesoo conflicted between two people, his long time hookup Joowon, who he had known for ten years and had immense history with, and Taekyung, a photographer who he met through his job and funny enough, resembles Joowon’s actions. the story shows the damage of toxic relationships and how vulnerable people become when they’re in love with another person and when all they want is them. the characters, Haesoo especially, are so well thought out and complex and it adds so much flavor to the already good story. i heavily anticipate season 3 and know i’m in for a rollercoaster.

9. Back to School

status: completed

rating: 6.8/10



hear me out, by no means am i saying i didn’t like Back to School. what i am saying is i think there was potential for so much more. the ending was abrupt and left me with too many unanswered questions. i also thought the writing was a bit inconsistent towards the end. anyways, the concept was good. Cha Chiwoo left school because of a traumatic event and went back after taking his time off to finish and get his diploma. there he met Ki Kyujin, the class president, who tried befriending him despite the rumors that surrounded him. later on he reconnects with someone from his past, Song Jihyun, his ex best friend and the reason he left school in the first place. now, Jihyun decides to finish school and they’re all in the same class. throughout the story we got to unlock more of Chiwoo and Jihyun’s history, which was a factor i enjoyed. however, at the end, after Jihyun left, i think there should’ve been a point in the future where he comes back and he and Chiwoo actually resolve their last and can healthily move forward. i know it’s not my story, but i think something like that would’ve provided more of a resolution than Chiwoo just confessing his feelings and kissing Kyujin. i also think Jihyun was demonized more than necessary. he already had been falsely arrested for murder, he had multiple settled cases for his violent nature, and he had the major fall out with Chiwoo but in the q&a at the end the author said that Jihyun had raped Chiwoo which i don’t think matches his character. it was clear that everything he did was because he loved Chiwoo and he isn’t stupid enough to do something so cruel, or so i think.

[tradeway2]

Session 2 17 Jul 2021

Ed and Matthew are being haylords (literally - they are baling hay), so we start a little late. Also Sophie is away, so someone else will be taking Hilda for her.

Mina has been building Gundams…

We make Nature checks to see if anyone of us remember what we are. Hilda does not make a check as she is still at 0HP. Ren, Marcus and Milo remember that ‘zombies’ are made with weird food; but we can’t be zombies because we know our names. We’re amnesiacs; we’re like characters from Neighbours. Not zombies. Pshhh.

Matthew has bestowed upon us some XP for the last fight, plus some extra for entertaining him so beautifully.

Cora thinks we should try to find a way to preserve our food a bit longer. From the feet up from now on?

We make Investigation checks. Milo notices that although the surrounding area contains weapons and spoiled food (mostly what we made), etc., there isn’t much in the way of bodies. He wants to know what size the food is; he thinks they must be from the same litter. They’re all about the same size; medium. (It goes: small, regular, large, goliath, god.) He looks at his friends; we look wounded, but there are no organs or anything hanging out. Some bandages wouldn’t hurt.

After the fight, we discovered our food was carrying some money. Between us, we scrabbled together 13 gp. We remember that money is useful, so we keep it. (Ren decides to invest his in cryptocurrency.) Hilda is the strongest, so we pile to money on her still unconscious form. We also find 7 gems, and 5 bottles, and a sphere.

Bingo asks if we mind him hanging around; he gets very excited when we tell him he’s welcome to chill with us. He’s excited to get to the horde as well. “Everyone’s friends there, it’s brilliant!” Cora decides it’s a bit like Burning Man. Leslie looks us all over; he does that old people thing when they nod along with the young folk. Let young folk be young folk.

Ed joins us, yay!

It turns out that Leslie has never been to Burning Man. Or the horde. I think? He doesn’t like being around big crowds; he prefers to spend time alone. Somewhere a bit greener. Does he mean over there? (Pointing). No, it turns out he arrived by boat. Hmm. Pilfer gets a sense of salt on the air, and the movement of a ship - for a fraction of a second, and then disappeared. He burps something disgusting; this is not strange to any of us.

Leslie comes from a place what is different to the place what we are standin’ on. ‘E’d love to go ‘ome. (For the sake of argument, and the fact that he can’t keep the accent straight from one week to the next, it’s decided that Leslie doesn’t keep his own accent but takes the one from whatever body he’s inhabiting. He’s gone from West Country to Brizzle. Or it might be the Chezzy Massive.)

This sphere that we found has a smooth surface, and weighs about a pound. Ren rolls a 17 Investigation. (Matthew asks me to roll a d4; “No reason.” Uh oh. I roll a 4. That’s either really good or really bad.) The sphere is made of glass.

Pilfer: “It’s a snow globe!”

DM: “… It’s opaque.”

Pilfer: “It’s not a snow globe!”

Ren blurts out, ‘Driftglobe!” It will light up as if the Daylight spell is cast. He can speak the command word in Friends and it will light up. It works once per day and recharges at dawn. It can also float.

Milo hears some food shout, a sort of sad, whiny sound, but then it’s gone.

What’s in the bottles? They’re glass, reasonably ornate, long necked, with a rich red fluid in them. Not sauce. Ren opens one and gives it a sniff. It smells like the best food in the world. Leslie advises against drinking it, however. Marcus asks him if he knows what it is; it’s a healing potion. Two seem to be in fancier bottles than the rest. We decide to give Hilda one of the fancy ones. (We now have two remaining RHPs.)

We distribute and take various potions, and then set about deciding what to do. Bingo panics when he realises he doesn’t actually know how to find the horde; Cora manages to calm him down, and earns herself Inspiration.

Leslie seems to have more of an idea of what to do and where he’s going, so we decide to go with him and work in a visit to the horde as and when we can. Bingo thinks we might be starting our own horde. Trendsetters!

Matthew does a sound effect and drowns himself out. “Who’s playing Metallica?” “You are!”

We carry on: The battlefield scenery continues for the better portion of the day. Does it bother us that we’re walking on a carpet of the dead? Well - that’s the thing. There’s not many bodies. Sometimes flying food comes and pecks at it, but when we grab at it, it nips out the way real quick. (We know what birds are, but we are aware that these aren’t birds. These are flying food. There’s a difference.) There are weapons on the ground, but not whole corpses. There are bits, sure, and we can hear friends shouting in the distance.

“I’m Bingo!”

“Can I be Bingo too?”

“Sure!”

(Interesting note - they are all Bingo, but they are all aware which Bingo is which.)

The sky begins to clear. The carnage appears to be thinning. There are fewer weapons, less spoiled food. We snack on what bits of food are still dragging themselves along the ground. Ren: “Mmm, trail mix.”

Cora asks Pilfer if he needs his parasol - he belatedly fumbles around for it. (Also DM has added a sketch book to Ren’s inventory for his lyrics and drawings. He knows it’s his, but he doesn’t know why he’s done all those hieroglyph, squiggly weirdness in between the pictures.)

Something hoves into view as the scenery improves:

Bingo: “I know why they do it - it’s for the freshness!”

Pilfer: “Has anyone got a tin opener?”

Ren: “It’s got its own tin opener strapped to the back of it, look.”

We see the canned food shake its head and draw its can opener as it approaches us. And we roll initiative…

The food goes first; it steps forward and prepares itself to be opened. (It holds an action.)

Milo goes next. He moves forward and tries the first of his two can openers, for a dirty 20 with his javelin. Yeah! He pierces the protective container; we will have to eat this meal today, it won’t keep now. The food pulls Milo's opener out of itself, and there is sauce on the end of it. Milo is delighted.

Cora moves forward, and holds an action, as do Hilda and Marcus. (Marcus makes an INT check to see if he’s noticed he has a quarterstaff yet; he has not.) Ren shambles forward as well, and does the same, holding up his second spear. "Kebab."

Pilfer hucks some cutlery at the food, once he’s within range. 19 to hit with his dagger-spoon. Spork? Ed: “I reckon you could do some serious damage with a spork.”

Leslie shambles up and holds back for now, but Bingo can’t contain himself. He uses all of his movement to get right up to the food, and its tin opener. This is not going to go well for Bingo, as he’s now the only one in range of the food. The food now attacks Bingo.

Ren: “Poor Bingo.”

Cora: “Bingo is about to get a lot shorter.”

Matthew finds the right button and hits Bingo with a 21 and a 22, for 11 slashing damage.

Pilfer: “… Bye, Bingo.”

Luckily the food misses its second attack, and Bingo is still up. He’s only cleaved a bit in twain; he’ll probably walk it off.

Cora has a go at tenderising the suit. She swings her mace, but misses. Milo moves up and uses another can opener - but 15 misses. “This food is tricksy.”

Hilda flings her hand axe but it bounces off the can. Marcus runs up and does a Slam but misses. Ren walks up to the food for an attack as well; he pokes it with his spear, two handed. 15 misses.

You know, food can sometimes be quite dangerous. We should have a rule where we can horde up and all attack together (as in, we can flank for advantage.)

Pilfer, having run out of cutlery, hucks a ‘smol hammer’ at the food as an improvised weapon. 21 hits! Right in the noggin! 1 point of damage, awww.

Leslie stays on the outskirts a bit, but he’s making his way round. Bingo’ll have a go. “He’s so excited!” 9 misses, though. He paws ineffectually at the can, frustrated. The food has a go back, but misses Bingo. The second one hits for 7 damage.

Matthew, clicking buttons: “ Poor… old… Bingo.”

We hear Bingo say, “Ow!” He looks poorly now.

Cora is up. Open this can! She has a try at grappling the food to the floor; she makes a STR check for 14. She does not grapple the food. Milo moves up to flank it with Marcus, and does a bite by making a Slam attack with his teeth. 4 Bludgeoning damage!

Hilda moves up but can’t get near the food, so she elbows Marcus and Ren in the back of the knees. Marcus attacks, now that he’s flanking with Milo, and manages a Slam for 6 bludgeoning damage. Yeah!

Ren shuffles around so he’s flanking with Cora, and has a stabby at the unprotected side - but sadly, even with advantage, he misses. His spear skitters across the surface of the can. Pilfer wishes to Slam him. “Slam to your heart’s content.” Sadly he’s so excited he slams the floor instead.

This is standard Friend tactics - surround and overwhelm - we don’t need to change a thing. Leslie has a go as well now. He misses.

Stuff is leaking from Bingo, but he’s still up and for the first time in his career with this new horde, he scores a 20 to hit for 2 bludgeoning damage. We all cheer.

Canned food does some sword work at Bingo, hits him, and Bingo goes down.

“NO BINGO NO!!!!!”

Bingo is not dead, because he’s significant enough to have a name, we are assured. Hooray! The food takes aim at Milo, but only rolls a nine. Phew!

It’s Cora’s turn. The canned food smells worried. She has another go at grappling it, but rolls a 7 - she uses her Inspiration and grapples it.

Milo has a dim memory of catching something like this that had pinchers, so he pokes between the plates with his javelin to get at the good stuff - and gets a Critical Poke! DM: “I’m not gonna lie to you guys, you needed that.”

Does Milo get any nice chewy bits out? He’s pushed his javelin right through the knee joint; he’s separated the bones in there, and it’s all just connected by meat now. If the food survives this, it will never be knight again. He now has a long career as a meme to look forward to.

This food is now much closer to being prepared now. Milo even gets Inspiration for such a wonderfully timed Nat 20. Hilda takes aim at his other knee, cackling all the while, and hits with a 24 for 6 bludgeoning.

Marcus aims a Slam at its head with 23 to hit for 7 damage; canned food is struggling but not down. The only thing holding it up is Cora’s grapple and the fact that we’re standing all around it. (Like when you pass out at a gig.)

Ren remembers food on a stick (hazy memories) and has another poke - and misses. He realises he’s been using the wrong end of his spear, so he turns it around for next time. DM, through tears of laughter, awards Inspiration.

Pilfer takes a swing and a miss.

Duncan, OOC: “Don’t stop me now…”

Ren realises he’s humming under his breath.

This food is smelling pretty ready now. Not perfect! But close. Bingo makes an Undeath save. a 19! Canned food struggles against Cora’s grapple, but fails. DM: “It is weary, and ready for eats.” Cora wants to start sucking the juice out of the eye holes. She makes an attack but a 14 misses; she used her Inspiration last round.

Milo takes aim at the armpit. DM: “Horrible little man! I love it!” He rolls two 8s, sadly.

Hilda has been cackling since last round, and takes aim at the same spot as last time. 21 hits, for 4 bludgeoning damage and with that the meal cracks open. Underneath the can is lots and lots of lovely freshly prepared food!

Pilfer retrieves his hammer and knife, and Hilda picks up her axe. Marcus stops shovelling food into his mouth for long enough to give Bingo a potion.

Milo wants to bend some metal into a sort of cup shape, and try saving some of the food for later. He can add “Some food in home made can” to his character sheet. Matthew adds that he must note: “Not airtight.”

We all get some treats! 116XP! As we consume our meal we find 8 more gp, some more gems. Marcus asks to keep the can's can opener, as he doesn’t have a weapon; Leslie nudges him and says he might have something on his back. Marcus turns around.

We also find two more RHPs, some fancy boots. We don’t know what they are, but Leslie suggests they might be worth taking along. Pilfer claims them, and the food’s hat. The head falls out; Ren starts digging around behind the jaw for the good bits. We also find a fancy stick! Milo knows what it is - and now he has Proficiency in Investigation rolls. He and Ren both know it’s a magic stick. Not just a stick, either - a staff. It’s got a snake’s head on it. He doesn’t know the exact nature of it, due to his own nature. Marcus picks up the tin opener/greatsword.

We have a nice sit down meal. Bingo is so delighted with us and our micro-horde, he’s starting to forget about looking for the main one.

We decide to devote another week to this, as we started late. We finish with a dream for Cora:

She knows she’s asleep. She is in a pretty setting of rolling meadows; she feels at peace. She knows that she knows more now, but can’t grasp what exactly that is. It is the height of summer. A bright red comet races across the sky, and it starts to rain. The sky grows dark, and she feels a sense of melancholy. The rain grows heavier. At a table in the middle of the meadow is an old man, gorging himself on food from silver plates. His eyes turn black, and he smiles. (A midget talks backwards and is gone.) The old man becomes a figure holding a sword and speaking gibberish. A mountain crumbles to dust. The figure advances. It grasps Cora by the throat -

And she wakes up.

[nygmobblepot-trash]

S1 of gotham.

Jesus Ed is creepy as hell. Did I just gloss over that before? Like I remember honestly being mad that Kristen didn't go for Ed earlier and treated him "badly". She tried so hard to be nice while he never left her alone. Ed i understand you struggle with people skills, but you seriously need to chill. It's one thing to be made fun of because you have to spout riddles every second, but it's another to bother your coworker after she has told you countless times she is uncomfortable.

Also speaking of Ed why didn't they just give Ed the position of medical examiner or hell make him a detective. Clearly education doesn't matter because he gets the job of ME later. He's clearly very smart and solves most of the cases for Harvey and Gordon.

I also forgot how cunning Oswald is and how hard he plays everyone is Gotham. Which of course makes his decisions in s3 that more stupid but we'll get there... heavily intoxicated though.

Honestly love the dynamic of Jim and Harvey. Someone beaten and tired from the system vs someone who can think they can make a difference and save everyone.

Fish and Butch are great too. Liza didn't deserve what happened to her.

Alfred is a huge catalyst for Bruce. He's so chaotic and I love it. You want to investigate yourself? Cool. Fuck the police. Oh and if you find the dude I'll kill him for you. Also I might as well teach you how the beat the living shit out of everyone. No pussies in this house.

Also why is Selina so god damn angry all the time. Yeah I get that Bruce has no clue about the real world but he tries. He proves himself by living on the streets with her. He also doesn't get mad when she steals his shit. He actually cares for her and has never done anything to actually hurt her. He risked himself to save her countless times. Yeah he wants to know who killed his parents but he also cares about her. He proves he isn't manipulating her. Someone please help the small child.

Honestly wtf is up with babs? Like they gave her nothing to do except be rich and want to know what Jim does at work. They only gave her a personality after they made her crazy. Well not really but thats for s2.

Lee has more of a personality but falls for Jim in like .2 seconds. Which I guess happens the real world but whatever. She of course doesn't like how Jimmy walks the line. But it's gotham and you can't get shit done without being morally gray from time to time. Actually sorry I'm going back. Can anyone name one thing Lee likes? Any hobbies she has? Harvey like to drink. Gordon is always in work mode. Ed nurses stray birds back to health. Oswald takes care of his mother. Babs goes to parties alone and worries about Jim all day. Bruce does a lot of different things. What about Lee? Fuck maybe Lee was a step back. Bab just got less screen time.

Speaking of nursing birds back to life, let's talk about the totally straight friendship of ed and Oswald. Now this is me sort of jumping ahead... if the writers didn't want the relationship why did they write them like this? Honest to whatever God you pick, what the actual fuck were they thinking? Ed literally had to pick up Oswald and take him back to his place. Sow up any wounds. Probably wash him too. AND find him clothes. Look Oswald wouldn't fit into Ed's clothes. No way. Ed is a tall boy. Thus the conclusion is he had to figure out the bird's size and buy him clothes. Then this boy goes above and beyond to not only heal this angry man's body but his heart too. Why go through all that trouble? Hell he even told Oswald about the very bad thing he did.

FUCK side tangent. Kristen did not deserve what happened to her. They were so cute together too. I do honestly wish she wouldn't have reacted that way to hearing what happened to her ex. Ed was honestly just trying to help her. I'm not saying that she would have every right to get the fuck out of there or question if that was Ed's real motive. It's ironic though. Ed killed a man because he feared he would continue to hurt her or kill her. He ended up killing her on purpose to save himself. I do wonder if he allowed Kristen to leave if she would rethink he stance and either go back to him or just not report it and stay away from Ed. It would also be interesting to see how Gordon and Harvey would react. Killing Offer dorty (idc how to spell it) could be morally gray. Anyways Ed's a jackass.

Where were we? Oh yeah. So does Ed have multiple beds? Like we know he doesn't have friends so why would he pay for a two bedroom apartment? So I have to know did Oswald force him to sleep on the floor? Remember guys they're not gay for each other or anything. They just bonded and worked though some shit together and sang a song together. Sure if it was Gordon and any chick they would've fucked immediately but thats not the point. They're friends. You know how Harvey nursed Jim back to health and helped Jim continue being a detective? Also during that period they'd gaze into each other's eyes for a painful amount of time. Not to mention the part where Harvey bathed and gave Jim new clothes. Exactly like that. What that never happened? Why, because it may imply they aren't just good buddies?

Also why wasn't Ed involved in the final fight? I'd be funny if he was back up and showed up and saved them. Or was he there in the back taking notes minding his own business?

[eddieeatsass]

Luck Has Nothing to Do With It

This was written as a gift for the winner of my 2K followers giveaway on tumblr! @s-onora asked for some fluffy middle-aged reddie smut with aftercare, I hope I delivered. This was incredibly fun to write and very different from most of the stuff I've put out thus far. I didn't realize how much tooth-rotting fluff could heal my soul. :') Summary: “Richie had won life’s lottery. He’s not sure how it happened, and he certainly had his fair share of bullshit before getting where he is now, but if Richie were asked in this very moment how he felt about his life, he would be confident in saying it was pretty much perfect.” Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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Richie had won life’s lottery. He’s not sure how it happened, and he certainly had his fair share of bullshit before getting where he is now, but if Richie were asked in this very moment how he felt about his life, he would be confident in saying it was pretty much perfect.

He’s managed to lock down a fairly satisfying career doing standup, though the world of entertainment is always a bit unsteady, he’s made enough friends in the industry that he’s found himself always having something lined up.

He owns a small house in a surprisingly suburban neighborhood. Although he’s located in the big city, he still managed to find the one area that was reminiscent of the small town he’d grown up in.

And finally, the thing that made life even worth living, is that he married his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie knew it was cliche; closeted gay kid has crush on best friend. But the difference between him and a cheesy romcom plot line is that it actually worked out for him. For them. Because unbeknownst to him at the time, Eddie was living the exact same platitude.

It’s not as if things fell into place right away. Richie and Eddie both had their own journeys to fulfill, and unfortunately those journeys pushed them apart for a while. Richie had accepted his sexuality long before Eddie, and it scared him off for a few years. In that time, Richie reeled as he watched Eddie get married to a woman, one as vile as his mother at that, and live a seemingly perfect life.

It took almost a decade for them to screw their heads on the right way and stop denying their life long languish. Of course they stayed in contact because of their friends, consistent in group chats, wishing each other a happy birthday on Facebook once a year, but that was about it… Until Ben and Beverly decided to get married.

That night, Eddie had admitted to Richie that weddings made bile rise up in his throat, reminded him of his own terrible ceremony and everything that had come after it. That night, they had their very first kiss. Their very first confession. It marked the beginning of everything coming together.

Now, merely five years later, Richie got to come home to Eddie every single day. He got to kiss those rounds cheeks, hear that melodic laugh, and listen to that neurotic voice whenever he wanted to, and he’s never been happier.

Today, like most days, wasn’t particularly remarkable, but Richie still strode home with a small hop to his step in anticipation of seeing Eddie. He stopped at a small flower stand on the way, picking up a bouquet of yellow roses that he knew Eddie would turn his nose up at, pivoting around quickly to hide the blush that painted his cheeks. Eddie hated gestures like that, but in the kind of way where he actually loved them.

By the time Richie got to their front door he was practically vibrating with excitement. He was a hopeless romantic who was living in his dream world; who could blame him?

As soon as Richie entered his house his senses searched for any signs of Eddie. He couldn’t see him, or hear him, but he could smell something coming from the kitchen that gave him good enough of a clue to check there first.

Toeing off his shoes, he placed them gently on the rack inside the coat closet (one of Eddie’s house rules was that Richie had to tone down his messiness to a slightly less chaotic level.) Richie rocketed down the hallway and used his now sock clad feet to slide across the linoleum floor of the kitchen, only regretting it slightly when he slid too far and his hip bone collided with the counter.

His impact was what alerted Eddie to Richie’s presence, the smaller man reacting with a jump and a small scolding of Richie’s name.

“Sorry Eds, didn’t mean to startle you.” Richie couldn’t say it with a straight face, his smile no doubt making his apology seem insincere, but he knew Eddie didn’t mind.

Richie strode forward, meeting Eddie in the middle of the kitchen and presenting the bouquet of flowers to him. As expected, Eddie scoffed and immediately moved to turn away, but Richie caught his chin and pulled him into a kiss instead. He felt Eddie melt beneath him, probably melted a bit himself if he was honest, and when he pulled away that familiar blush was there to validate him; roses were a good idea.

He placed the bouquet on the counter, making a mental note to put them in a vase as soon as he was done soaking up his boyfriend’s attention.

“Wacha making? Smells good.” Richie noted, coming up behind Eddie and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“It was supposed to be a lasagna, but it’s looking more like charred volcanic rock.”

“Mmm, I’ve always wanted to expand my taste buds.”

“Well this won’t do anything but destroy your taste buds.” Eddie admonished.

The timer rang out, signaling the end of the lasagna’s cook time. Richie peered over at their (admittedly, probably too old) oven, and back at Eddie with a cocked eyebrow. “I guess it’s time to find out.” Richie smirked.

Eddie unstuck himself from Richie and turned everything off. He grabbed the oven mitts Mike had bought them for Christmas, cute little pieces designed to look like turtles, and pulled his dish out of the oven.

He set it on the stovetop with a clunk, and Richie gathered beside him to gaze down at the very sad looking pasta dish.

Somehow it was burnt and soupey at the same time, but Eddie had put so much effort into it, so Richie still pulled a small piece of noodle off the top and popped it in his mouth.

It was hard enough to imitate uncooked pasta, and it had an ash-like taste that reminded Richie of the times Bev and him used to sneak behind their school and share a cigarette she’d smuggled from her aunt’s purse, but as he continued to chew it seemed to dissolve into goo.

But still, he smiled, cheery as ever as he gazed down at a hopeful Eddie.

“You’re gonna die from food poisoning.” Eddie said worriedly.

“In that case, can we make tonight memorable?” Richie joked, pressing himself into the slot against Eddie’s back that allowed him to rest his head on that tiny shoulder. With no response from Eddie, he nosed at his cheek and added “It wasn’t that bad”.

“Shut up.” Eddie grumbled.

“Seriously! I mean it’s no chinese food but-”

“We can’t order chinese food every night Richie.”

“How do you know? Has a man ever tested that theory?”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, pouting in the way he always did when trying to seem serious.

“Fine, I’ll find something else to eat then.” Richie rocked them back and forth slowly, dipping down and trailing light kisses along Eddie’s neck. “Something sexier.” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear.

Eddie snorted, turning himself around in Richie’s arms and draping his own over Richie’s shoulders.

“My boyfriend thinks I’m sexier than lasagna, I’m flattered.”

Richie grabbed Eddie’s ass playfully, pulling him flush against his chest.

“Just wait until you hear my dirty talk.” Richie teased. They both fell into lighthearted giggles, Eddie letting himself relax into Richie’s hold. Richie moved his hands up to the small of Eddie’s back, rubbing gentle circles into the exposed skin where Eddie’s shirt had rode up.

“Well, let’s hear it then.” Eddie whispered lowly, peering up at Richie with mischief.

It didn’t take long for them to find themselves back in bed, tangled up in each other’s limbs. Richie had made good on his promise and was indulging himself in Eddie’s body, writhing into the bed for the friction he so desperately craved.

Richie loved a lot of things about Eddie; he loved the way Eddie's eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed, loved the small dimples in Eddie's lower back that he could trace with his fingers, loved the subtle bow in Eddie's legs that even he didn't notice, but Richie had been fixated on since they were children. So it was hard for Richie to say exactly what his favorite part of Eddie was, but it was no secret that Eddie's ass was a strong contender.

Eddie, unbeknownst to himself, was built like a god. His hips flared out into large globes that sloped down like scoops of ice cream beckoning Richie to take a bite. It drove Richie crazy, and it would probably be the cause of his (future) insanity if he wasn't able to indulge in his obsession. Luckily, Eddie liked getting his ass played with just as much as Richie liked playing with it.

Richie parted Eddie's cheeks gently, always handling him with care even in their rougher times. He got lost momentarily, staring at the pink pucker that had once been so forbidden, only allowed to be fantasized in Richie's shameful dreams. Eddie, however, was having none of Richie's preamble, and made sure Richie knew as much by pushing his hips back and whining impatiently.

Richie couldn't help but chuckle before obliging, leaning in to lick a hot stripe across Eddie's hole.

He earned an appraising moan in return. Grinning to himself, he went in for more. Eddie may have been the one receiving pleasure, but Richie got off on it just as much, if not more. He could probably cum just like this, completely untouched, just devouring Eddie's little body bit by bit. But he was only getting started.

He brought his index finger up to join his mouth, teasing Eddie's entrance with slight pressure. He alternated between his tongue and his finger, assaulting the area in waves. He'd prod at Eddie's hole with his finger while his tongue trailed up his perineum, then switch to fucking Eddie with his tongue while his hand idly worked his cock. It was a process that eventually left Eddie exactly how he wanted him: completely pliant and pleading.

Richie reached into their nightstand, easily grabbing their bottle of lubricant and bringing it to his side. He pumped it into his hand a couple times, coating his fingers generously before moving back down to his target, but a small hand stopped him.

“Rich…” Eddie started, voice wavering self consciously. Richie already knew what Eddie was gearing up to say. They’d been here many times before, but Eddie still got nervous when asking. Richie thought it was endearing that Eddie was still so shy about it.

“You wanna top?” Richie filled in the silence, making it a little easier for Eddie to get into it.

Eddie nodded, looking up at Richie through thick lashes and adding quickly “Only if you want to. I don’t mind bottoming if you’re not in the mood tonight”.

“And pass up a chance to get fucked by my literal wet dream of a man?” Richie used his lubed up hand to stroke Eddie’s cock, watching the sinful way Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head at the extra stimulation.

Richie crowded into Eddie’s space, stilling his hand on the head of the flushed dick in his hold and only using his thumb to dip into the slit and rub through the pre-cum gathered there.

Richie was already practically in Eddie’s lap, so he took advantage of the position and splayed his legs out over Eddie’s, leaning back into the mattress with his forearm propping him up as the other snaked between his legs. He could feel the way Eddie’s thighs twitched under his own where their legs overlapped, but he stayed still, enthralled by the show Richie was about to put on.

He circled his own hole the way he did Eddie’s, only he didn’t tease himself or draw the process out like he would on his boyfriend. No, instead, he wasted no time in pushing one finger into himself straight up to the knuckle.

He heard Eddie’s shaky exhale and was empowered to continue. Richie wasn’t a stranger to this feeling; even when he topped Eddie usually had a finger in him, and Richie often played with himself while masturbating. However, he didn’t normally move this fast... but then again he didn’t normally have the promise of his boyfriend’s dick in his ass so today wasn’t a normal day.

Richie rocked down on his finger, relishing in the mild stretch. He continued to hump into his hand until he felt ready to add another finger, and that’s where he began to lose control.

The second finger felt mind-numbing, stirring up Richie’s consciousness until it was putty, his brain losing control only second to the feeling of pleasure he was chasing. He scissored his fingers, trying to open himself up as quickly as possible while still respecting his body’s limits.

“I love seeing you like this…” Eddie whispered, quiet enough that Richie wondered if he even meant to say it aloud.

“Yeah?” Richie goaded, spreading his legs a little bit further. “Like seeing me open myself up for you, baby?”

Eddie nodded, swallowing audibly in a way that made his adam's apple bob. Richie suddenly wanted to leave marks all over it.

“Come here.” Richie reached for Eddie's neck, pulling him down on top of him and going straight for that tantalizing neck. Richie’s legs ended up pushed up against his chest, a position that was sure to leave him with back issues in the morning, but for the moment it felt deliciously provocative.

As Richie marked Eddie up, he felt another hand join his own, teasing around his rim and making it very hard for him to concentrate on the hickies he was leaving. Before the fog could clear from his mind, Eddie was swatting Richie’s hand away, replacing it with three fingers of his own.

Richie cried out into Eddie’s collarbone, petering off into a wanton moan as the feeling of being split open traveled up his cock and down his legs. Eddie’s fingers were so much better than his own, working him open with precision that came from years of doing it to himself.

And then Eddie found his prostate, and Richie was pretty sure it was a self destruct button that caused the rest of his functioning brain to melt into sludge and pour out his ears.

He was gone, absolutely and completely subservient to Eddie’s touch. He could hear himself babbling, but wasn’t aware of what was coming out of his mouth. If he had to guess, it was probably garbled praise. Richie never could hold himself back from telling Eddie how good he made Richie feel.

“Please, Richie-” Eddie was breathing hard, his fingers moving double time inside Richie’s quickly stiffening body.

“Get your fucking cock in my ass now.” Richie ground out between clenched teeth.

Eddie replaced his fingers with his slicked up cock, moving the hand that had wound Richie up so tight to his hypersensitive dick. The touch made Richie hiss, but his jaw quickly fell open as Eddie pushed in, holding Richie tight at the base to keep him from cumming prematurely.

They both shuttered, a moment of pure bliss enveloping them. Eddie finally looked up to meet Richie’s eyes, want and hunger meeting love and devotion. Richie pulled him down into a searing kiss, moaning into Eddie’s mouth when he started moving his hips.

“You feel so good.” Eddie slurred against Richie’s lips. “So warm and tight, fuck Richie.”

Eddie was the perfect size to fill Richie up and hit all the right places. Each thrust let his cock rub up at a different angle, stimulating every nerve from Richie’s rim all the way up to his prostate. The sensation drove him wild, but what would be the death of him was the way Eddie looked hunched over him.

He could still see features of that young boy he fell in love with; the button of his nose, those big doe eyes, thin pink lips, and freckles that had no business being as cute as they were. But while Eddie had retained his cuteness factor, he’d also grown to be incredibly sexy. His chin had broadened, jaw getting stronger and cheekbones more defined. The loss of his baby fat had revealed new things for Richie to obsess over, and when he was leaning over Richie like this, sweat collected on his furrowed brow and tongue caught between his lips, Richie had a hard time keeping his obsessions at bay.

“How are you so fucking beautiful?” Richie murmured, not expecting a response.

Eddie picked up his pace, spurred on by Richie’s words. Richie had promised Eddie dirty talk, and he planned to deliver, no matter how difficult it was to form words while Eddie worked him towards orgasm.

“I love watching your cock slide into me, ahhhh, love the way you stretch me out.”

“God, Rich-” Eddie’s breath was speeding up, his pants becoming quicker with every thrust.

“Look at how well you work me over.”

Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, his nostrils flared as he tried to slow himself down, but Richie didn’t want that. Richie wanted to watch Eddie come undone inside him.

“Look.” Richie repeated more insistently, squeezing Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie’s eyes popped open and immediately honed in on the spot where they were connected. He shuttered reflexively, a drawn out moan escaping him.

“Rich- I’m gonna cum, please-”

Richie snaked his hand down to his cock and began jerking it with abandon, giving Eddie the nod to let go.

Barely a few thrusts later and Eddie was emptying into Richie. He continued to pound into him even when his body went taut, moving through the stiffness to bring Richie to his own release.

The stimulation was overwhelming, Richie could feel the press of Eddie’s cock hammering into his prostate, the slide of his hand over his own cock, but what finally sent him over the edge was the feeling of Eddie’s cum seeping out of his hole as Eddie continued ramming into him.

Richie came with a quiet scream, his back arching as he tried to both get away from the feeling and get impossibly closer at the same time. He was wracked with emotion, tears flowing freely and a sob escaping him as he came down hard from the rush of endorphins.

Eddie pulled out of Richie, quickly crawling into his arms and shushing him with a soothing voice.

It wasn’t uncommon for Richie to cry after sex, so Eddie continued doing what he always did; staying close and making sure Richie knew he was there. Light touches, gentle whispers, anything to remind Richie that it was okay to feel overwhelmed.

It took a couple minutes for Richie to calm down, but his sobs slowly turned into sniffles and his arms eventually wrapped around Eddie.

“Have I told you I love you yet today?” Richie asked quietly, a dopey smile on his face.

“Three times this morning, twice at lunch, and once during downtime after your show.” Eddie counted off teasingly.

“Keeping track?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, burying his face back into Richie’s chest.

“I just like hearing it.” Eddie defended, voice half muffled.

“I like saying it.” Richie responded assuredly, placing a kiss atop the pillowy curls below him.

“I love you too.” Eddie murmured, the words coming out in a sigh of contentment.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Richie whispered, his chest heavy with happiness.

“Luck has nothing to do with it; we were always going to end up together.”

[reddie-fangirl24]

Bike (A Reddie Fanfiction)

Note: This story is based off on a headcanon that @bi-bi-richie posted about. Here is the link. Enjoy the story!

Sitting in his bed, Eddie didn’t dare turn off the lights fearing that the clown’s terrifying face would stalk him in the night. He was exhausted, fighting sleep, pinching himself to stay awake. He had to be careful how roughly he pinched himself. His mother would have a fit once again taking him to the hospital.

Aside from pinching himself, his arm was keeping him awake, too. It hurt. His arm was going to hurt for a while now; months. A tear rolled down his cheeks as he tried to get used to the pain. The moment they rushed into the emergency room, his mother made a scene, frantically calling out for help acting as if Eddie had been murdered, which he wasn’t (thankfully). She even threatened to hit a doctor if he made one wrong move with Eddie when all he was doing was lifting him onto a gurney. It was so embarrassing!

All Eddie could give as an explanation for what had happened to his arm was that he just fell. Hysterical, his mother blamed his friends calling them animals. Eddie bit his tongue as the doctor disapproved, telling him that he deserved better friends.

 Was he right?

Eddie heard a noise. Snapping his neck to the window, Eddie quickly sat up in bed, his eyes wide in terror. Why would his mother leave the window open? For the biggest worry-wort that she was his mother was an airhead, too!

Richie burst up in the window, happily. “Hey, Eds!”

Eddie screamed, his voice shrieking. He was so frantic that he whacked himself in the face with his flailing arms. Climbing in through the window, Richie put his arms out in front of him, waving at Eddie. “Relax, it’s just me, Eddie!”

“Jesus fuck, Rich! Do you want to give me a heart attack?! That’s actually possible for a thirteen-year-old if you didn’t know! And my mother is asleep! If she wakes up than she is going to kill you! Literally!”

Richie smirked. “Isn’t she a heavy sleeper?”

Eddie gave him the finger. That was when Richie noticed the cast. His heart fell into the pit of his stomach. Seeing Eddie’s broken arm made his stomach turn. How he didn’t vomit when he set it back into place was beyond him. And he never did that before. 

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked him, relaxing in his bed. He looked very tired. Not to mention, bothered. Richie would feel the same if he had a face to face meeting with Pennywise like Eddie had experienced today.

“I brought your bike back,” Richie told him as he walked over to the bed so he could be closer to his friend. Anything to make him feel better.

Eddie looked at him strangely. “My bike? But my bike was back at-” That was when he realized, his mouth gaping. “No, Richie, you didn’t!”

Sitting on the bed, Richie put a calming hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay!”

“No, it’s not okay!” Eddie’s voice rose. Feeling short of breath, he reached over to his nightstand and swiped his inhaler. Richie pet his shoulder. Today Eddie’s whole face went pale when they were inspecting trajectories of the Neibolt house in Bill’s garage. It was strange how Eddie needed his inhaler in stressful situations rather than the occasions where he vigorously rode his bike or ran.

“What were you going to do? Get it yourself?” Richie asked him with a shrug.

Eddie dipped his head in shame, sighing. “I don’t think my mother is ever going to let me out of the house again after what happened today.”

Richie nodded in understanding. “I don’t know how much you’re going to be using your bike anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

Replaying the images in his mind, Richie had no idea if it were a good thing if Eddie was absent or not from the fight. Things got pretty out of control. He was the first to angrily march off. And everyone else followed going their separate ways.

“Bill punched me in the face,” Richie admitted, gritting his teeth. It wasn’t like Henry Bowers who only threatened to punch people. Bill didn’t hold back, smacking him right across the face, knocking Richie onto the ground. After he rode away on his back, Richie cried once he was completely alone. Why would someone like Bill punch him? He thought that Bill was his best friend.

“Bill did what?” Eddie asked, astonished. He looked over Richie’s face trying to see if a bruise had formed. “What happened to make him punch you?”

Bowing his head in shame, Richie wished he never said what he said. “It was about Georgie.”

Shutting his eyes, Eddie sighed. “Rich...”

“No, I know, okay! But, he needed to hear it! Do you see all the crazy shit he’s getting us into? He’s taking this too far! Look what happened to you!” Richie indicated to Eddie’s broken arm.

Based on Eddie’s reaction, he shouldn’t have brought that up either. When they had gone upstairs in the Niebolt house, Eddie was separated from them. And somehow he ended up in the kitchen with... IT. Richie was never going to forgive himself for not paying any attention to him. It all could have been avoided.

“Eddie, I’m sorry we didn’t stick together. I should have-”

“IT knew!” Eddie interrupted him, barely sparing a glance. “I heard someone calling my name when we were upstairs. And then after the door slammed shut, something touched my shoulder. The leper. God, it was so disgusting! A-And then I passed out, and I fell into the kitchen. When I woke up, my arm - it was broken! B-But then the fridge... It moved. God, when I came home I was so scared of the fridge that started shivering! Mom thought I was cold.” He even shivered at the thought of it. “Then... the fridge opened and that clown came out of the fridge. It was all twisted up! His-His eyes - “ 

Eddie used his inhaler again. Richie held his hand. He wasn’t urging him to continue this story, but if it made Eddie feel better then he didn’t say a thing. “He said ‘Time to float’ and that’s when he starting walking towards me doing this - this dance...”

“Like a walk?” Richie was only joking just to make Eddie feel better. The tears streaming down his face were thick. And his breathing was rapid. Clearly, he hadn’t stopped crying since they all made it to a safe place after scrambling out of Niebolt. 

It was Bill who had suggested that they call Eddie’s mother. Reluctantly, Eddie called her. The conversation was over the instant he told his mother that he broke his arm. Staying by his side, holding his friend as they waited for his mother, Eddie panicked. No matter how much Richie had assured him, it did little because Sonia Kaspbrak drove into the trash cans and pulled Eddie away, furiously. For a woman who wanted her son to live a cautious life, she wasn’t very gentle. That worried Richie.

Eddie shot him a glare, but he still understood what Richie was trying to do. “No, it was like he swooped his arms back and forth until he lunged at me. I hit his face trying to make him go away. He put his slimy hands all over my face! And he opened h-his mouth-”

The young boy burst into tears as Richie cradled him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, holding him. Seeing people cry was terrible, but Eddie, that was the worst of all.

“You know what, Eds?” Richie asked him softly.

“What?” Eddie sniffled. 

“You’re so brave,” Richie whispered to him.

Eddie looked up at his best friend, surprised that Richie would say a deep thing like that. “Brave?”

“Hey, admit it! You battled against a killer clown and you won! I would have pissed my pants if I was in your shoes!”

Tears crawled down Eddie’s cheeks, staring back down at the sheets his mother just fetched out of the dryer. They were still warm.

“Rich.” It wasn’t a question. He was more just saying his name, feeling comfort out of it.

“What?”

“Do we have to kill that clown?”

Now he knew how his parents felt whenever he asked a question that he didn’t know how to answer in the first place. “Bill wants to. But, I don’t. Stan sure as hell doesn’t want to. To be honest, Eddie, I don’t know if I want to be friends with Bill now. We all just split.”

Eddie sniffled, whimpering. “It’s my fault.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I got hurt! If I didn’t get hurt then we all wouldn’t have had that fight!” Eddie blamed himself.

Richie took his face, holding it. He also dried the tears away. “Eddie, it’s not your fault. It could have happened to me. Or any of us.”

That didn’t make the situation any better. Eddie felt worse. “My mom won’t let me see you guys now.”

“Don’t let it get to-”

“Maybe that’s best.”

“Huh?”

“Just so my arm can heal. We can... take a break.”

Richie dipped his head, refusing to let Eddie see the anger boiling or the tears building up. That clown... he was winning.

“Is that okay, Richie?” Eddie asked him, trying to look at Richie’s face.

Getting off the bed, Richie immediately stormed towards the window. “Yup!”

Running down the dark streets, both boys cried alone at the unfairness of it all.

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 42

Last time: Frostbite continues to not be an issue for female cast members, Ed gave a chemistry lesson, and Kimblee was just the worst. Onwards!

Al still hasn’t woken up? That’s… probably not a good thing. For now, Winry’s watching over his disassembled parts in a cabin, while the rest of the Crew huddle around a small fire. Marcoh and May are still going over the notes, seems that “gold” keeps showing up and they think it’s some sort of pattern. I dunno, maybe the author just liked shiny things?

Winry wanders over to see what they’re doing, Marcoh says they’re trying to decipher whatever code the author’s using. Alchemist are very skeptical of peer review after all, he even wrote all his own notes on the Philosopher’s Stone in recipe format to pad out the Reveal episode. For now, they’re banking on all these gold references as the- oh hey, Al’s back! Al’s brought back up to speed on what he missed (not much, they broke him down for easier carrying and took shelter in this cabin), everyone gets to play puzzle and put him back together. May’s left holding the notes, probably wishing she was helping reassemble her husband… wait, reassemble? Pieces? Aha! Winry and Marcoh are just a little freaked out at May tossing all the pages to the ground in a big mess, but then she explains that they need to physically overlap all the references to “immortality” and “gold”. Even Scar get in on all the fun! Later, all the pages are down, and… yeah, I don’t see it. But now May’s taking some charcoal to connect all the symbols in the notes, and draws… [Al]: “It’s the country-wide Transmutation Circle.” Marcoh’s not doing too well, the Chimeras are yelling at him for these useless notes that aren’t telling them anything they don’t already know. Scar’s not happy either, to see that his brother’s research ended up being the Bad Guy’s plan… wait, but these paper notes weren’t the only thing your brother wrote, or rather drew. Don’t you have a bunch of ink on your arm? Calling it now, there’s more to this than just what was written in the papers. Al seems to think so too, although not about the arm being relevant, he just thinks that there’s more hidden past this first code. “Truth within the truth”, right? Or maybe he’s just trying to keep everyone hopeful. Whatever it is, it gets Marcoh out of his slump. Alright everyone, stare at the papers again to see if anything oh for Leto’s sake, Yoki, cover your mouth when you sneeze! Now the papers are all disorganized, “you can’t even tell which side of the page is right-side-up anymore” oh I get it. Turn the pages around, see what symbol you can make on the other side! So the pages are turned around, the new symbols connected, and it’s a new TC! An Xingese Alkahestry one, at that. So what does it do? Episode 42 - “Signs of a Counteroffensive” Hello? Xingese Alkahestry TC? Any explanation there? No? We’re just going to go back to the tunnels? Fine, let’s see what Ed and his own Chimera troops are up to. That’s not Ed, that’s Kimblee, being a creep and licking his cut hand. I get it, you’re weird and disturbing, just use your Philosopher’s Stone to fix your injury for Leto’s sake. Oh hey Ed was right, Kimblee did get lost wandering around the mines. Look, can Kimblee just die already and we can get back to the Goths? They were at least fairly competent, and aside from Bradley’s sudden case of Red Eyes and Evil Gloating at The Mighty Armstrong they made for good villains. Now we’re just following the wanderings of an idiot who won’t even heal his injuries and forgot to bring a map on his hunt. And again! You know, when I see a giant red X scrawled across a crooked door that reveals a staircase winding down into darkness, that’s generally a sign that Bad Things are below and you shouldn’t go. But Kimblee ignores that and continues down even when there’s no sign of his quarry. Bones, too! Huh, looks like this is connected to Sloth’s Tunnel. Well that guarantees that the Mine Crew didn’t come this way, otherwise they would have been seen by oh hi Pride. Kimblee reports that he’s searching for Scar, Pride tells him to hold off for now, go ahead and oh crap it’s time to “carve the Crest of Blood” at Briggs. And Armstrong the Great’s not there! But on the other hand, Pride is telling Kimblee to do it on his lonesome apparently. I changed my mind, this is going to be a hilarious curbstomp. Back at the Fort, Sideburns has returned to exposit that Kimblee’s missing after an explosion in the mine shafts. Hearing that no body was found Buccy and Falman exchange a look, and ask if any Briggs troops went missing with him. Sideburns has to come to a stop to say that they also couldn’t find Kimblee’s two flunkies, and the Fullmetal Alchemist. Aw, Buccy does care about the kid who snagged his crush. Sideburns is checking in with Breda, who’s reporting that a border war with their western neighbor is racking up quite the body count. Down south Fuery, no! Don’t hurt the radio operator, I’m almost completely over my annoyance that he took away my Fuhrer Fury joke! [Fuery]: “Damnit! I’m gonna survive this! I’m gonna live! I won’t die for this-” ...Fuery? Alright, so… Sideburns is staying in touch with Roy through “a messenger connected to the Armstrong Family” hey it’s Granny Armstrong! Got some more flowers for us? Uhhhh. Sloth just finished the tunnel. That’s not good. Uncle says it’s almost time. Mid-ep pictures of Pride’s Shadows and Beard. Now we’re in a town that looks a little worse for wear, did a Protagonist come through here or something? The work crews stop to get a lunch break from a woman with pink bangs, peaceful countryside guitar music starts as a worker tells Rose wait a minute *quick search to earlier recaps* It’s Rose! It’s Liore! Aw, the town’s rebuilding after the riots the Goths started. I’d honestly written off the place as a loss, but they’ve actually survived and have that good old wholesome community vibe going on. It’s not perfect yet, with those comments about how they don’t have any meat and have to ration food, but it’s a start. Almost everyone’s working, aside from those too old or young to, or… wait, Ling? Uh what. Beard. Why are you pulling a Ling. What’s with this “oh poor feeble starving me” routine? Guys. Beard is gulping down soup at an amusingly fast pace and smiling and oh my Leto is is flirting with Rose? Seriously he’s turned into Ling, what is this. [Beard]: “Don’t underestimate yourself. A delicious meal and the smile of a lovely young lady are more help than you can imagine.”

I can’t make this up, Beard’s even getting a thumbs-up from the cook for that line. OK phew we’re back to mysterious Beard asking for direction, this is more like I’m used to. He’s looking for… aha, he’s looking for the Church of Leto! Finally, we can invoke His Letoness to smite the Goths and restore peace to this world. About time! The church hasn’t gotten the same repairs as the rest of the town, and when they go further in Beard finds a pool of toxic water blocking the way. [Beard]: “I get the feeling this was put here to keep people from going any further. So…” *walks straight forward to shock of Rose and Cook* *Transmutes a stone walkway, without any hand movements or TC?* Now he’s wandering off into the darkness, asking Rose and Cook to wait for him to come back. Obviously they’re a little perturbed by all this. So I think that Rose and Cook are going to be waiting for a little while, Beard’s gone far enough in to run into Sloth’s Tunnel. I wonder if him knocking a hole in the side will mess up the pattern? He’s walking along the tracks, impressed at the scale of it all oh yeah Pride. Well, time to see how Beard fares against a Goth! Never mind, Beard’s employing a Ciaphas Cain and getting the frig out of there. Earthbent spikes from the wall? Nope. Giant pillars to try and trap Pride? Nope. Excuse me? “I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got?” What the Leto are you talking about man, you are the original form of Uncle, how are you so intimidated by a single Goth? Admittedly it’s Pride who seems ridiculously strong even by Goth standards, but still. And now he’s tripped over a rock! Seriously dude, this is Kimblee levels of bad, can you… manage to get into your tunnel where Pride’s shadows recoil and can’t touch you? Huh. That’s… and now Beard analyzing Pride, noting he can’t reach past Central or the Tunnel, it’s his container. Pride is actually freezing, his constant disturbing motion stopped in annoyance as Beard picks apart his weakness and is he taunting the shadow demon from a foot away? [Beard]: *head tilt, slight smile* “Are you angry?”

Wow. Turns out Beard is a sarcastic little shit like Ling. Who’da thunk? Pride is claiming that he’s never angry, that he’s left all other emotions behind with Uncle. Beard lists off the Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, “and of course Pride.” Beard snarks that Pride was Uncle’s biggest trait, and his fashioning of Pride in his original Toothy Shadow appearance is just a sign of his egotistical nature. Pride insists that Beard go with him to see Uncle, but Beard takes a rain-check on that. Before he leaves, though, he tells Pride to pass on a message: “Tell him Slave 23 will be dropping in quite soon. Just tell him to be patient and relax in his chair beneath Central, I’m coming.” Uncle is waiting for him, as are his four chess pieces… wait, which one is missing? Hey, Rose and Cook actually waited? You gonna explain what happened, Beard? [Rose]: “What exactly were you doing in there?” [Beard]: “Hmmm. Sending a declaration of war.” Wow. Beard is just hamming up his role as the New Ling, isn’t he? Back to Briggs! The guard is changing up on the roof, when they turn to dramatic music to oh crap it’s the Drachmans! Sound the alarm, close the door and turn off the lights! If they think nobody’s home, maybe they’ll just drop off a few Letoism pamphlets and leave! Or you can break out the artillery, that works too. I’m assuming this guy is the Drachman CO, given his uniform bling and impressive beard. He’s noting that they’re lucky The Northern Wall of Briggs is away (because they wouldn’t dare attack if they knew she was within stabbing range), good work Mister oh. Well, that’s actually not a bad plan Kimblee. Get the neighboring country to wage war on expansionist Amestris, make a Crest of Blood without having to dirty your hands. Or since this is Kimblee we’re talking about, kill to your heart's content while disposable mooks deal with those you don’t bother with. So, those are some big cannons pointed at Fort Briggs. Let’s hope their walls are reinforced enough to are you kidding me?! That’s the end of the episode? Boo! Ok then! A very interesting episode, the biggest thing for me is Beard’s characterization. Happily chatting with townspeople, going all Adventurer into the darkness, and I honestly can’t tell if he was actually running from Pride because he didn’t want to fight or to lure him towards the tunnel edge in a case of Obfuscating Stupidity. I’m curious to see where he goes from here, and if he reverts back to his standoffish Mysterious Absentee Father mode when he runs into Ed again. A good- Hold up, after-credits scene. Zampana? Oh it’s Boar! Wait who are you reporting to WHAT THE HELL DUDE. You’re selling the Crew out to Envy and Bradley? I liked you, why’d you have to be another Raven? Boo.

[ficstogo]

Opportunity (1/2)

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Word Count: 2,867

Summary: Now that Oswald is the new owner of the club, everything changes. Too bad the talent isn’t showing on stage. Hearing about new job openings you hope that you could be the star to light up this club.

Warnings: None

A/N: Since so many people actually liked my ed one shot, I thought it was time to post an Oswald one shot.

Part 2/2

This was not how he imagined having this club would feel like. He had less business then when Fish was running it. He had a new look, a new name. None of that was really working.

Oswald stood watching as another excuse of a comedian pulled off his bit in a terrible manner. The few people that were occupying the tables rolled their eyes at the horrible jokes, some leaving not being able to stand for one more. Irritation arose inside Oswald, thinking that if it were him he would’ve done the same thing.

These incompetent people. No talent at all. They’re the reason why business is going down the toliet. I need to recruit some new and fresh attractions. Give this club life. As soon as we close I’ll put an ad on the papers and hopefully this dreadful disaster called “entertainment” will end.

Within the week hopeless dreamers and drifters came through Oswald’s club but did not suit his definition of entertainment. More painful jokes came by and no-talent musicians played what they called music. Oswald was at the end of his rope.

.~.~.~.~.

Opportunity had struck and you think this might be your chance. Being a college drop out had some disadvantages (many disadvantages) but being the optimistic person you were you felt that this was the path that was carved for you. An ad in the paper gave you the hope you needed.

Entertainers needed for club Oswald’s. Will take any form.

This could be your shot at doing something that won’t bore, irritate, or tire you out. You held the newspaper with a smile on your face thoughts, racing until a loud cough interrupted.

“Are you gonna pay for that?” the owner of the newspaper stand asked. You realized you were just standing there and got yourself together.

“Oh, of course. My bad.” You scrambled to get your money out your small yet handy messenger bag and pay the pushy man. Putting the newspaper in your messenger, you walk back towards your apartment building to get ready for this job opening.

Excited, you rushed to change into something better. First impressions always last. You rush out of your apartment until you almost forgot something. “My god, what a scatter brain…” you said to yourself when you went to your bedroom and picked up your guitar and placed it within its black case. How am I gonna perform without you, you thought to yourself.

During the walk to the club, you try to calm yourself down that way you didn’t come off too strong when you meet the employer. You tugged on your grey sweater and pulled down on your black beanie to cover your ears. The weather in Gotham is always gloomy but you noticed that it started to pick up on the cold. The wind started slapping your cheeks to a light pink color.

Entering the very welcomed warm air that’s in the club, your leather black boots made an impression on the silent club towards the bar where a man in a red vest had his back to you, organizing the liquor for the night. “Excuse me,” you said a bit timidly, “Um, I’m here for the ad in the paper. I was hoping that I could try out for the job opening…”

The man turned around a bit surprised at first but then went to a relaxed state. Must’ve thought I was apart of the mob or something. “Of course. Wait here, I’ll go get Mr. Cobblepot.” as he said that he left his area and rushed to the back where the office might have been. You stood there, hands clasped in front of you, your nerves trying to get the better of you. Trying not to think about it, you looked around realizing how elegant the place looked. Chandeliers, the dim lights, the stage, it felt like the highest people of society came here.

You then heard footsteps coming to your spot. You looked up and saw the bartender along with a man who had a very noticeable limp. He wore a fancy suit and his pitch black hair swept to the side in contrast of his pale white face. To be honest, you didn’t think he was bad looking at all, although he had an irritated look on his face. He stopped in front of you, bartender in tow, and gave an innocent smile. “Hello, my name is Oswald Cobblepot,” his hand rose. You took it and shook it. “I’m the one in charge here.” he said in a proud tone. “You’re here for the opening I presume?”

“Oh, uh, yes. My name is Y/N. I wanted to seize the opportunity when I saw it in the papers. I’m hoping that you might give me this chance.”

“Of course! We are in the land of opportunity aren’t we?” His arms rose along with his smile.

You chuckled at this and responded “Yes, yes it is.” He walked leading you to the front of the stage. He sat down on one of the chairs that were near by. You stood at the side starring at him.

“So, what will you be performing for us today to ensure a spot in this club?”

“Well I was hoping to do the cliched talent, that you probably already seen a thousand times during your hunt.” You took off the guitar case that was strapped securely on you. “Just play and sing for you is all.”

Oswald gestured to the stage. “You have the floor my dear.” Butterflies flew in your stomach. This rarely ever happens but this is a job interview, in a way. A high stool and a microphone were provided. On the way to the stool you were trying to think up a song to sing, Of course, perform for this guy but have no song in mind to sing. Nice way to rush into things Y/N. As soon as you sat down you already thought up a song to play. You just hoped that he would like this song, he looks like he would be into this type of music.

You took a breath, closed your eyes, and eased yourself to the situation you were in. You placed your fingers on the notes and began to strum.



I’m a mess That’s the best way to describe it Having no time to myself is the only way I can fight it When I’m alone it’s like I’m staring into a mirror Don’t know the person inside it and that’s never been any clearer

I miss your family and I miss all our friends If you had it to do over would you do it over again, Cause I would, this meant something more to me There’s a hole in my heart where you used to be

I still wish you the best of luck, baby And don’t go thinking this was a waste of time I couldn’t forget you if I tried

You killed what was left of the good in me I’m tired so let me be broken Look down at the mess that’s in front of me No other words need be spoken And I’ve got nobody else to blame though I tried Kept all of our past mistakes held inside I’ll live with regret for my whole life

I confess that I brought this all on myself Condemned to suffer alone, like there’s nobody else When you’re gone, it’s like a whole part of me’s missing So I’ll keep living the lie and just hope that you’re listening

I tried to make us a life here But our foundation was built on sand No time to run until the damage was done And I’ve never had the upper hand

I still wish you the best of luck, baby And don’t go thinking this was a waste of time I couldn’t forget you if I tried

You killed what was left of the good in me I’m tired so let me be broken Look down at the mess that’s in front of me No other words need be spoken And I’ve got nobody else to blame though I tried Kept all of our past mistakes held inside I’ll live with regret for my whole life

All the things you love are all the things I hate How did we get here in the first place?

I play it cool but it’s hard to be (All my trust) Is slowly burning inside of me (Over what) There can’t be anymore progress, I know our fate The only thing that can heal this is time and space

You killed what was left of the good in me I’m tired so let me be broken Look down at the mess that’s in front of me No other words need be spoken And I’ve got nobody else to blame though I tried Kept all of our past mistakes held inside I’ll live with regret for my whole life For my whole life

Oswald couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It’s actual talent. This woman could fix all his problems, he felt. An astonished look was drawn on his face. He noticed this and shook his head slightly to get out of his thoughts. Oswald stood up abruptly and applauded Y/N. The bartender now realizing what was going on, clapped along with Oswald. “Bravo, amazing! This is the best audition I’ve heard so far this week. Incredible talent!”

You looked at him surprised, astonished at what he was saying. This is good, you thought. You walked down the stage with guitar in hand, only to meet face to face with Oswald. “Really?” you asked.

“Of course! You officially have this job.” He said in a happy tone.

“Oh my god! Thank you! I needed this, Thank you!” A surge of happiness pulsed through your body.

“You’re quite welcome my dear. When can you start?”

“Oh, uh, would tommorow night be fine?” you asked.

“Tommorow night would be fantastic. I’ll see you then.” he then walked away to his office. You then had some questions pop in your head and stopped him before he’d gone too far.

“Mr. Cobblepot, do I have to wear anything specific like a uniform or something?” you asked.

“Oh, no that’s not necessary. Anything appropriate if you don’t want to deal with grabby hands.” Oswald said giving you a warning that you understood. “Oh! And just Oswald. I dont like to be too formal. I have a small orchestra that you can work with whenever and practice when needed.” Oswald then turned away from you.

.~.~.~.

Because of working in Oswald’s club for awhile he appointed you to be in charge of finding new acts to fill up the club which you’ve done well at. He felt that you brought more business here, like you where the star attraction. Oswald found himself being quite fond of you and how you treat him better then other people ever have but not from fear or the fact that he’s your boss. You yourself have started to like Oswald as well. A gentleman and very respectful you appreciated the fact that he isn’t like most men in Gotham.

It was another night and you had just finished a show leaving the stage to one of the many acts you had hired. As usual you stayed behind taking a seat at the bar ordering a soda since you didn’t like the way alcohol tasted. Proudly watching the musician sing his song, you hadn’t noticed a man walking up to you, drink in hand. Oswald had, knowing full well the bad intentions he had in mind. Watching intently from a distance, Oswald called over Butch to come to his side with instructions leaving his lips.

“You performed very well tonight.” You faced the voice that was speaking to you, rolling your eyes, and turning away from another flirt.

“Thanks.” you mumbled from your drink. He then took a seat next to you, irritated that he won’t go away.

“Name’s Zachary. You?” he sticks out his hand for you to shake. Being polite you shook his hand with him giving a slight squeeze.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you?” You didn’t realize it came out as a question. It might have been nice to have met him but then again, when is it ever nice to meet a guy from Gotham? There’s Oswald, you thought, far better then these animals.

“Might I add that you look very beautiful as well.” Oh great, loaded compliments. Just what I need. All you wore tonight is a black floral dress with a tan comfy sweater over it. Nothing special.

“Gee, thanks.” You faced the stage trying to signal that you wanted the conversation to end and for him to walk away, unfortunately he either didn’t take the hint or he’s just very persistent.

“Mind if I buy you a drink?”

“Uh, yeah, considering I already have one. In my hands.” You gestured to your drink.

“Well, yeah. I mean after you’re done with that.”

“Yes I do mind then because I’ll be leaving after this.”

“Then I’ll take you home. I wouldn’t want a pretty lady walking home in the middle of the night. It’s very dangerous to do so.”

You stood up, getting your purse to pay for the drink, you fixed your dress and said “Thanks but I’ve managed before and I think I can again uh, Zachary.”

Before you could even take a step, he stood up stopping you from taking the exit. “No I insist, I would be terribly worried all night if I didn’t know if you made it home or not. Please, let me walk you.”

“Like I said, I can manage.” You try walking around him he blocked you once again.

“Then let me get your number that way I can call and see if you’re alright.”

“How about you let me leave and you go annoy someone else.”

“What’s the matter? I’m just trying help.” His hand found it’s way to your upper arm, giving you a smile that tries to say ‘I’m telling the truth’.

“Honestly, I don’t want your help, all I want you to do is to leave me alone and let me go home.” You’ve had enough of this guy pestering you with phony excuses just so he get into your pants, well, under your dress.

“No need to flare up. It’s just you’re such a pretty girl and I just wanted to talk and get to know you is all.” His hand then went under your chin making you look up at him. Ugh, can he not.

“Excuse me sir, I couldn’t help but overhear but I suggest you listen to the pretty girl and leave her alone.” Thank God, it’s Oswald. You stepped away from the creep, happy that someone came by, and faced Oswald. Zachary grabbed a hold of your elbow, tugging you to him.

Zachary looked at Oswald up and down. “Yeah, why don’t you back off waddles. Me and her were just talking.” Oswalds mouth formed a straight line, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Butch.” Was all that was said from Oswald.

“Yeah boss.” Butch was right beside Oswald, knowing exactly what he was to do next. Oswalds eyes never left Zachary but a small smirk formed on Oswalds lips knowing the full beating the fool was about to endure soon.

“Can you please escort this fine gentleman out to the back. I think he’s had one too many to drink tonight.” Knowledge of this man’s pain that was about to ensue right in the back of the club brought a large smile to his face.

“Of course.” Butch walked over to Zachary, pulling on his collar, leading him to the back door. While no one was looking, Butch brought the baseball bat that was leaning right next to the door, without Zachary noticing.

“Thanks for that Oswald.” You walked up to Oswald, grateful for what he had done, a smile slithering it’s way to your face.

“It’s my pleasure. I couldn’t stand to witness someone harassing one of my employees, especially you.” A slight pink blush sprinkled on Oswalds cheeks. How sweet of him to say!

“Well thank you. Now I know that I’m safe here at work with you around.” There was a moment of silence, both of youjust smiling. “Um, before I go, I was wondering if you like to join me for lunch tomorrow or something.”

“Oh, uh, yes. That would be an excellent change to my usual lunch routine.” How adorable he’s blushing. You smiled noticing this.

“You have my number so call me anytime.” you went to Oswald, placing a kiss on his cheek. He tensed up at this wondering if this was some sort of dream. A girl was actually kissing him, that wasn’t his mother. It felt great even if it wasn’t on his lips. Your lip gloss slightly stained his cheek which he didn’t mind at all. “Thank you again.” You walked away, waving to Oswald. He stood there with a smile on his face, he turned around and walked with more confidence to his office. Won’t tommorow be a great day.

[mamaredd123]

Save Myself

A/N: This is not my best work so sorry about that. Also, not beta’d, all errors are my own.

On a side note, I had never heard this song before I signed up for Lexi’s challenge. But I totally loved it. You can listen here if you don’t know it Save Myself by Ed Sheeran

@mysteriouslyme81   Ed Sheeran Challenge

Song Prompt:  Save Myself

@impalaimagining  3K Celebration Challenge

Prompts: Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake  and “You risked my ass on a hunch?”

@casbabydontgoineedyou    1K Follower Challenge

Prompt: “You’re the insufferable one.”

@butiaintgonnaloveem   Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge

Song Prompt: Doing it for my baby by Huey Lewis

@little-red-83   Red’s Love Your Flaws Writing Challenge

Prompts: anxiety, chronic bitch face, quiet, tall and How Do I Live by Trisha Yearwood  

PAIRING: Dean x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, character death

WORD COUNT:  2443

I stormed into the bar and plopped my ass on a stool. Angrily, I motioned for the bartender to get me a double shot of bourbon. I glanced around the bar and was relieved to see that it was fairly empty. The music was definitely not the best I thought as I listened to the melody coming from the jukebox in the corner.

‘Don't it make you sad about it? You told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone Now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone Girl I refuse You must have me confused with some other guy The bridges were burned Now it's your turn, to cry Cry me a river’

That damn Dean! I seriously wish I had never met him. Sometimes I think he does things to deliberately piss me off. Just like tonight.

The hunt wasn’t an easy one but we knew that going in. We all knew what we were supposed to be doing though. Dean, the all mighty, decided at the last minute decided to change it up. So instead of us catching the werewolves off guard, they heard us coming and one got the jump on me as I was going for the back door.

I gently rubbed the bandages under my jeans. The cut had been deeper than I thought originally. It would heal but it was going to hurt like a bitch in the morning. I motioned for another double shot and was nursing it when I heard the door to the bar slam open. Great, four bars in this town and he had to come to the one I was in, I thought to myself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N?” Dean asked as he sat beside me.

“Me?” I asked unbelievingly. “How about what is wrong with you?”

“I had a hunch so I jumped on it.”

“You have got to be kidding me. You risked my ass on a hunch?”

“Sam had your back.”

“I didn’t need Sam to have my back. If you would have just done like we were all supposed to then it would have all been fine,” I practically screamed at him. “But no, Mister I Know Better decided to change the plan at the last second and now my leg is slashed wide the fuck open.”

I swallowed the last of my drink and slammed the glass down on the bar. Without even taking another look at Dean, I skyrocketed out of the bar and away from him. If he knew what was good for him he would keep his distance from me for a while.

Limping down the street, I pulled my headphones out and plugged them into my phone. I seriously needed to calm down before I got back to the motel. Putting my playlist on shuffle, I headed over to the dock. Good old Huey Lewis began singing in my ears. I hummed along to the lyrics as I walked.

‘Early in the morning, I'm still in bed She comes to me with sweet affection Wakes me with kisses, hello sleepyhead Gets me moving in the right direction I do my best to give her love that lasts forever It seems like everything I do I'm doing better Doing it all for my baby Because she's as fine as she can be I'm doing it all for my baby’

By the time I reached the dock I was calmed down somewhat. I leaned against the railing and stared out across the water replaying tonight’s events. As I stood there thinking about everything, I realized that I probably did over react.

‘How do I get through one night without you If I had to live without you What kinda life would that be Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold You are my world, my heart, my soul If you ever leave Baby you would take away Everything good in my life And tell me now How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you?’

Trisha’s words detoured my memories back towards when I first met Dean. The world hadn’t been too kind to me back then and I had made sure to return the favor. Abandoned at birth and raised in an orphanage, I learned early on how to fight. I have always been tall, for a woman five feet eleven inches was too tall unless you were some hundred pound Victoria Secret’s model and the word model would never be used to describe me. This wonderful attribute of myself, combined with my weight, made me forever a target by those around me in the orphanage.

When I was finally released out into the world on my own, I still had to fight and claw for every single thing I needed or wanted. It wasn’t too long out on my own when a friend of mine had me committed for six month to have my anxiety and depression treated when I let it all get to me too much and had a nervous breakdown. To this day, I don’t know which place was worse, the orphanage or the psych hospital.

After that little vacation, I was back out and fighting again. It always seemed like the world was fighting against my actual existence. Nothing was ever easy and nothing ever went as it should have. Clothes designed for girls never fit me right, not with shoulders like a man. Job openings that I was qualified for? Never got them. Trying to find men that weren’t looking UP at me? Not too many of them. Sex? Well, I won’t even go there. I was literally on the verge of giving up completely, ending it all, when I had my first run in with the “supernatural”. That was when I met Dean.

My first run in with all things creepy as hell was a real life werewolf. Evidently Dean and Sam had been tracking it though and they swooped in and saved me. I don’t know what Dean ever saw in me, especially since he has always teased me about my resting bitch face. But he saw something and has kept me around ever since.

Dean has been my rock and I never do anything but give him hell about it. Some girlfriend I turned out to be. Shaking my head, I decide to head back to the motel and apologize. I turn around, still humming along to the tunes in my head, and limp my way back.

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“Dean?” I called out as I opened the motel door.

“In here,” he answered.

I walked in the and crossed the room to the bathroom. Leaning against the door frame, I watched as he finished shaving. He was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still lingering on his skin.

“Feeling better?” he asked with a touch of sarcasm.

Silently, I nodded.

“Don’t get quiet on me again. You sure had plenty to say earlier.”

“Don’t Dean. I came to say I’m sorry not for you to get me riled up again.”

“God, Y/N. I can never win with you can I?” he asked as he wiped the shaving cream from his face.

My stomach started knotting up as I heard that tone of voice. I hated suffering from anxiety. It always had me wound up way before anything happened. I knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for me I could tell already but I really didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I just wanted to make peace and feel him love me.

“Dean please,” I begged.

“No damn it. I have had enough. You never talk. You always have those fucking migraines from stressing over everything, over nothing really. Then, when you are in enough pain to put an elephant down, you lash out at me like everything is my fault. I have had enough Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.”

“What are you saying to me Dean?”

“I'm done. Just like I said, I can’t do this anymore.”

I stood there looking at him and had absolutely no idea what to say. Deep down I think I knew this day would come but part of me had hoped that destiny had planned this out in a good way for me. I should have known better.

“Why Dean? Why now? Seven years down the road, nothing has changed with me. I am still the girl you found. Anxiety, depression, mood swings, everything is still here. Why are you just now at odds with who I am?”

“Because I thought time with us, time understanding how things were, would help you realize you weren’t alone. I have been here for you, mile after mile, night after night, but nothing I do has helped. I’m sorry.”

“You did help me Dean but you know what, it’s all good and well. If this is how you really feel, I don’t need you at all.”

“Damn it Y/N you are insufferable!”

“No, you’re the insufferable one!” I yelled back at him.

I reached for the keys on the dresser and snatched them up. Storming once again, I raced from the motel room. As I approached my truck I caught a glimpse of Sam peaking out of his room. Guess I slammed the door closed a little too hard.

I tried to jam the key into the door handle but it wouldn’t go. I must have grabbed his keys instead of mine. So be it! He wanted to show his ass then that was fine. I would take his Baby instead of my truck. Marching over to the Impala, I had no problems fitting the key in the lock. Slamming the door behind me, I turned the engine over.

As I backed out of the parking lot, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Dean and Sam both standing at their doors.  The only thought that went through my mind was good, this will show him.

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I don’t know how long it has been since I left the motel. All I remember is driving through town. There had been a red light I think. I tried to shake the fussiness from my brain as I tried to sort out what had happened.

The light had been green as I approached it that much I was sure of.  As I grasped at the seat belt holding me in place I recalled the other vehicle. It seemed like it was a truck because the lights set up higher. There wasn’t much else I could remember after that. I guessed that the truck had run the light and hit me.

I leaned against the seat, having no strength at all to try to unbuckled the seat belt. My vision was fading in and out. I could hear people around me but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I strained to look out the windshield but I couldn’t see much. I saw some feet and a ton of broken glass everywhere. Nothing I was seeing made any sense. Most of what I could see was so blurry except one lady. She was crystal clear as she leaned over and looked at me through the crumpled door frame. I heard her whisper ‘It’s time Y/N. Let’s go.’

Dean! Dean was the only thought I could coherently process. He was going to be so pissed because I wrecked his Baby. Would he remember how much I loved him? Or would the only thing he remembered be that I totaled her?

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Two years later……

“Dean you have to snap out of this shit,” Sam said.

“I don't have to do anything but keep fighting.”

“Dude I love you but enough is enough.”

Dean looked at his brother and then walked away. Y/N’s death had hollowed out a space inside him that nothing would ever fill. He had loved her so much. Dean walked over to the juke box and looked over the selections. After settling on one, he deposited his coins in the coin slot. As the lyrics came through the speakers he leaned against the wall and tried to make his soul understand the words.

‘I gave all my oxygen to people that could breathe I gave away my money and now we don't even speak I drove miles and miles but would you do the same for me Oh, honestly?

Offered up my shoulder just for you to cry upon Gave you constant shelter and a bed to keep you warm They gave me the heartache and in return I gave a song It goes on and on

Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills And all the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf, no farewell So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself

I gave you all my energy and I took away your pain Cause human beings are destined to radiate or drain What line do we stand upon cause from here it looks the same? And only scars remain

Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills And all the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf, no farewell So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself

But if I don't then I'll go back to where I'm rescuing a stranger Just because they needed saving, just like that Oh I'm here again, between the devil and the danger But I guess it's just my nature My dad was wrong, cause I'm not like my mum Cause she'd just smile and I'm complaining in a song, but it helps So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself

Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels Or drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills And all the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf, no farewell So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself And before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself And before I love someone else, I've got to love myself’

Dean sipped at his beer and thought to himself that maybe that guy had it right. Maybe if he had saved himself first, maybe he would have been able to save Y/N.

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[nemoandpanini]

Meant to Be

Title:  Meant to Be

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

Word Count:  2,970

Date Written:  Sunday, January 15, 2017

Date Posted:  Sunday, January 15, 2017

Request:  No.

Song Inspiration:  Stone Cold by Demi Lovato

Author:  Emily

Author’s Note:  Let me just say that my hands are cramping!  I had finished writing an essay outline that took two hours.  Then I wrote this imagine and currently 4:30 in the morning!  I plan to post this in 8 hours!  I hoped your guys enjoyed.  I love The Avengers and could watch movies so many times.  Both my brother and cousin are annoyed if I mention them.  And come on, Cap is so freaking attractive!  So obsessed!  Also, I will write the requests sent in soon when I find the inspiration!  It’’s just I’ve been feeling Captain and a Bucky one will come soon!  Also look forward to Jordan’s writing!  She’s found some inspiration!  Love you all and don’t forget to request, so we know what you want!

Warning:  Angst

“Stone cold, stone cold,

You see me standing, but I’m dying on the floor,

Stone cold, stone cold,

Maybe if I don’t cry, I won’t feel anymore,”

The mission you had just gotten back from was exhausting.  All you wanted to do when you got back to base was to soak in a nice, warm and maybe sleep for three days.  The mission had gotten off track when there were more henchmen than was expected.  Everyone left the HYDRA base with a cut or scratch.  You had a bullet graze you on the side.  

You close your eyes trying to find kind of sleep while Bruce had begun stitching you up.  “How ya feelin’ (Y/N)?”  You opened your eyes and turned your head towards him.  “I feel like I could a marathon really, Brucie,” you said, smiling.  He chuckled at your comment while rolling his eyes at his nickname you gave him.

After Bruce finished stitching you up and cleaning the area, in walked Captain America.  You could hear his footsteps.  You had your arm placed on your forehead and peeked one eye open.  “What’s up, Cap?”  You asked tiredly.

“What were you thinking out there, huh?  You could have been killed out there!”  Steve began shouting.  

“It was just a gra-,” you began before he cut you off.

“It could have been more,” he stated, arms crossed.

You rolled your eyes and sitting yourself up.  You winced feeling pain where the stitches were located.  “But I’m fine, Steve.  I’m not some amateur, okay?”   You smiled at him softly, trying to calm him down.  

He nods his head and says, “Don’t try that ever again, (Y/N).  I can have you on desk duty.”  

You rolled your eyes before saluting him,” Yes, sir.”  Steve looked at you looking like he wanted to say more.  He nods his head and leaves the room.  You sigh and lay back down, praying for sleep to wash over you any minute now.

When you arrived back at base, you took your time gathering your things from the mission.  Everyone hurried off to their respected quarters.  You laughed at them and walked off the jet.  You stopped when you noticed Steve’s and Sharon’s encounter.

She had her arm wrapped tightly around his waist while her head was laying his chest.  His arms were wrapped around her protectively as he kissed her forehead.  She looked up at him and was saying something that you could not hear.

It hurt to watch Steve care about Sharon like he did to you once.  You and Steve met when they had first found him in ice.  You were instructed to show him how things worked in this world today and introduce him to the twenty-first century.  You two had immediately clicked.  

You were there for the man when he had no one.  You were there when he had a question about everything around him.  And when you say everything, you mean EVERYTHING.  You actually loved that about him.  How he was this big, muscular man, but he was so innocent and did everything with soft, precise movements.  

Your falling out had began when Steve had found Peggy Carter, his first love.  He would visit her each day, unless he had a mission.  You were understanding.  This was the only connection he had to your past.  You were happy that he found Peggy.

But his visits grew longer.  You had barely felt like he was there.  Dinners were left untouched and cold on his side.  You would go to bed alone.  You had barely felt like Steve was in your life.  To say it did not upset you would be an absolute lie.  Each time you would try and confront him, he would say he’s busy and leave to visit Peggy.  

The distance had only grown further when Peggy had passed.  Steve had completely changed to a whole new person.  He kept to himself and barely had a conversation with you.  The only answers you could get was either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer.  You stilled stayed with him.  You seemed to convince yourself that it was just a phase.

But you had totally given up on the relationship, when you had found Steve and Sharon kissing.  You felt your heart break into a million pieces.  You had had enough then.  You left the home you shared and returned to live back on base.

You both had resolved your issues when he returned back to base.  Tears were shed, and screaming ensued.  But in the end, you both shook on being friends.  You wished  time would let you heal and get over Steve.  You have not, of course.  

In the current moment, you could not tear your eyes away from the couple.  It only breaks you heart more.  You feel the stinging of tears in your eyes.  You blink quickly trying to rid them.  Sharon notices you and waves with a smile.  Steve turns around and smiles at you and nods.  You feel yourself give a robotic smile and wave before walking away..  The further you distance yourself, the faster your pace is to your room.  When you make it the elevator, you say to yourself, “Don’t you dare cry.  The pain is going to fade soon enough if we keep it in.  Don’t you dare break, (Y/N).  You repeated this to yourself the entire night.

“Stone cold, baby,

God knows I tried to feel

Happy for you,

Know that I am, even if I

Can’t understand, I’ll take the pain,”

It was movie night at the Avengers Tower.  Everyone had huddled into the movie theater with their own sets of blankets and movie snacks.  You had snuggled between Wanda and Clint using both as pillows.  In front of the three of you, were Steve and Sharon.  

It is not you tried to be bitter when the pair were together.  You wanted to be happy for the both of them.  Every time you tried, you found yourself putting your own feelings first.  

What was it that made him want her?  Her beautiful, blonde hair?  Her big, brown eyes?  Could it be her athletic build or how she held herself?  What had Steve so hypnotized and deeply in love with Sharon Carter?  Were you just a distraction before he could find the one.  

You thoughts were covered with questions and insecure thoughts.  You tried to push it aside and be happy for him.  He deserved your support.  He was your friend.  Just a friend.  As if he knew you were thinking about him, he turned around and smiled at you.  

Your heart fluttered at the sight.  If it could only mean more.  You smiled back and motioned him to focus back on Sharon.  He nods his head and turns towards her, kissing her cheek.  He snuggles her closer and whispers something in her ear.  She tries to hold back a laugh.  You could only smiling imagining it be being on of his many bad jokes.  If they were happy, you should be too.

“Stone cold, stone cold,

You’re dancing with her, while I’m staring at my phone,

Stone cold, stone cold,

I was your amber, but now she’s your shade of gold,”

You and the rest of the Avengers were invited to the governor’s ball.  You had begged for the rest to leave you at home and let them have your fun.  You had even gone as far as pretending that you were sick.  Of course, they had seen through your facade.  Wanda and Nat had forced you into a gown and dragged you to the car.

That is how you found yourself at the bar, moving your cherry in circles in the glass.  You glanced out at the couples and found Steve and Sharon dancing.  You smiled softly at the couple.  They were very beautiful together.  Sharon’s gown complimented Steve’s eye.  The way he looked at her had only brought back memories.

You were in the kitchen cooking dinner.  Steve was helping you tonight.  You smiled at him as he hummed along to the songs.  Your favorite song, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran, began to play out the speakers.  

“Ugh!  Steve listen to his angelic voice.  The way he sings can swoon any girl right off her feet,” you said, closing your eyes and swaying side to side.  

You felt Steve’s arm slide around your waist, while he took the opposite hand in yours.  He began to dance around the room causing you to laugh loudly.  “Steve!  I can’t dance,” you said, trying to escape his grasp.

“You’re doing fine, just let go,” he said.  He dropped your hand and wrapped both arms around your waist.  He snuggled his head into your neck, humming with satisfaction.

You rolled your eyes and replied, “Great thing to say to a control freak.”  You had reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck and let the beat guide you both.  

‘And darling I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70,

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23,

And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways,

Maybe just the touch of a hand,

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day,

And I just wanna tell you I am,’

You could live this moment and play it ten million times over.  You felt that a World War III could happen, and you would be completely safe in Steve’s arms.  It felt like the whole world had diminished around you both.  In that moment, it was you and Steve, as he hummed the song in your ear.

When you both looked at each, you could feel yourself falling yourself into a deep, deep hole that you could never dig yourself out of.  The look in his eyes could only confirm what you both were feeling.  The warm feeling inside your and how your heart beats faster with those piercing blue eyes.  Oh, how you wish you stare into them forever.

“I love you,” he says quietly for you to hear.

“I love you,”  you repeat back to him.  You both lean in and it feels like the first kiss you both ever shared all over again.  You wish to have that memory written down in history as you both shared your first ‘I love you’s’.  

You were bought back to reality when Tony had shook your shoulder.  “You okay?”  He asks with concern plastered on his face.  

You look down and see your tears on the bar.  You looked away patting your eyes.  “I’m fine.  I just need to go home and get some rest.”  You hurried out of the seat before Tony could question you any further.  Before you could leave the ballroom, you looked back at Steve.  You watched the way he stared at Sharon, as it had been the same look he had when he told you he loved you.

“Give me the truth, me and my heart,

We’ll make it through,

If happy is her, I’m happy for you,

Don’t wanna be stone cold, stone,

I wish I could mean this but here’s your goodbye,”

It had been another tough mission, especially for you.  Your job was to secure the building before it could fall down.  You thought you had it cleared.  You checked every floor and room.  You called out for responses and did not hear one.  It wasn’t until you were out of the building and looking up.  It was then you noticed the little boy waving a white flag.

Before you could register what you were doing, you tried to rush into the building the save the boy.  You felt a pair of strong arms pull you off.  You look at Steve and see his pained eyes.  “It’s too late, (Y/N).”

You kept thrashing against him. “No, it’s not!  I can make it, Steve!  Just let me go!  Please!  I can do it!” You said.  Right as you finished your sentence, you hear the building begin to fall down.  You shout ‘no’ only hoping it could stop.  Steve holds you tight against his chest barely budging.  

When the building had crumbled down to half it size, you turned towards Steve with the most menacing look.  “This is your fault!  He is dead now because of you Steve!  I could have saved him!”  You shouted.  You continued to shout obscenities at him.  You had banged against his chest, ridding yourself of your anger.  When you finally finished, you looked down defeated.  You mumbled, “He shouldn’t have been a casualty.”

“I wasn’t going to let you be a casualty too, (Y/N),”  he said.  You looked into his eyes and saw defeat.  He pulled you in for a tight hug, running his hands through your hair.  You hugged back tightly for him being there.  Knowing if he wasn’t, you’d be in that crumbled mess of a building  You pull yourself apart and walk towards the jet with Steve’s eyes following you.

When you arrived back at base, you were the first one off.  You rushed to your room, only hoping a steaming shower could rid you of today’s memory.  When you finished you slipped on a hoodie and sweatpants.  

You then climbed out your window climbed up to the roof.  The roof was your safe spot after every rough mission.  You find yourself staring at the sky, lost in the dark sky.  You would spot the stars and had only wish to be there this current moment.  

It wasn’t long before you heard shuffling and a body coming to your spot.  You had not acknowledge the presence and closed your eyes, listening to nature at night.

The person stood there quietly.  It was moments until he spoke.  “I saw your window open, and I only guessed that you could be up here,” Steve said, sitting down next to your.  

You sat up and hand you arms on your knees.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been up here.  This view is still so breathtaking,” he said.  You looked at the skyline and watched all the bright lights.  After a few more quiet moments, Steve looks towards you.  “You okay?  I know this mission was tough.”

You nodded your head.  “I’m fine… I just wish that boy wasn’t one of my casualties.  I should have done my job better.  If I had I would have found him and brought him out.  He wouldn’t be dead, Steve.  He looked so young,” you said.  You took a breath and closed your eyes trying to prevent the tears from falling.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault, okay?  He probably didn’t hear you.  We all know you did your best out there.  You put your whole self out there on each mission, (Y/N).  Without you, we’d have nothing done.  We’d probably be more injured than I care to admit.   I know you tried everything you could out there.  Believe it or not, you’re the strongest out of all of us..  You could always endure more when it came to missions.  You make us look like wusses,” Steve admitted.  

You laughed shaking your head.  He laughed along with your and wrapped his arms around you.  You smiled appreciating his comfort, placing a hand on top of his.  You laid your head on his shoulder and let the view relax you both.

You had only wished for times to be like this.  After each mission, you two would bring your box of pizza up and talk about endless things.  You had only wished for moments like these.  You yearned for them.

It felt like a lifetime before Steve started moving around.  “I should really go.  Sharon was making dinner, and I said I would help.  Do you want to come eat with us?”  Steve asked, hope in his eyes.  You shook your head, declining his offer.  “Well, I guess I’ll see you later, right?”  You nodded your head before turning back to your view.  Steve had started climbing down when you shouted his name.  “Yeah?”

“Are you happy with her?”  You asked.  You watched as confusion etched onto his face.

“Yeah, she’s made me the happiest man,” he said, smiling at the thought of Sharon.  You nod your head and feel your heart constricting.

“Do you love her?”  You asked.

“Why are you asking these questions, (Y/N)?”

You took a deep breath before replying, “It just got me thinking if I did go into that building, I would be dying with a broken heart and pain.  Pain from our break-up.  If you can convince me that you love her, then you’re helping me move on, Steve.  I need to move on.  I don’t want to hold onto you forever.  I want to find my own love.”

He nods his head thinking.  He replies with, “I love the way she can make me the happiest man with just one look.  Her smile, it’s so breathtaking.  Knowing I’m the cause, I always feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.  I love how she is so selfless.  She could care less about her life.  If she can just another’s, I know her life would be complete.  How her touch can electrify every feeling in my body, awakening in my senses.  I love how she stares off into the distance, and you know she’s thinking about something real hard.  I love no matter what pain she’s feeling, she’ll mask it just so no one will worry about her.  I could shout to the Gods above and profess my love.”

You looked at him and smiled.  “You two were meant to be.  Thank you, Steve.  Have a good dinner.”  You bid him farewell.  He waves goodbye and climbs in through the window.  

[miraclesmara]

Paranatural Miraculous Ladybug AU: Spirit Miraculous Version

This is it, that Pnat Miraculous AU that I've been working on a lot. This is the one where the characters have miraculouses based on their spirits. List of headcanons under the cut:

Character specific stuff

Max

Max's miraculous is a bracelet or bangle. When untransformed, it just looks like a silver bracelet; when transformed, it's black and the front part looks like Scrapdragon's eyes. At the 5 minute timer, each circle (from both the red and blue) disappear at each beep.

He first found the box containing the bracelet in the storage closet while looking for a way out. (alternative: he found the box in his bag or vest while he was locked in the storage closet)

Just like in canon, Scrapdragon can't talk so Max had to get his miraculous related info from others and figure out some other things on his own. Also when he transformed for the first time it was because of one of two reasons:

a.) He somehow managed to accidentally say his transformation phrase while reacting to this wierd floating thing that suddenly appeared.

b.) The box containing the bracelet also had a note with the transformation phrase written in it and Max read it out loud.

His bat looks like how it would look if Scrapdragon is almost recovered. He still has his magnet powers as his main ability. His special ability is just a really powered up version of his magnet ability (does anyone have better ideas for his special ability?).

Max did not ask for any of this, he did not ask to be a magical boy, he did not ask to fight evil in a ridiculous looking tight costume, and he did not ask to be caught in a love triangle (that's even more complicated than just a triangle if you add secret identities and other stuff to the mix) between two hotheads. On the bright side, at least he can now do awesome parkour stunts he was never able to do in civilian form.

I have no idea on what to do with the thing that briefly took over Max in ch3 but one thing's for sure, Max had been wearing its miraculous the whole time and nobody (not even Max himself) had noticed it yet.

Isabel and Ed

Isabel's miraculous is a comb and Ed's is an anklet.

They both got their miraculouses at the same time. (Grandpa Guerra may have been the one who snuck them into their rooms)

Back when they were the only active miraculous users in Mayview and they still didn't know each other's identities, they had a relationship similar to Ladynoir, love square included (which frustrated Eightfold, Muse and Grandpa Guerra to no end). Also, which love square do you think makes the most sense for them:

a.) They both see each other as siblings but they secretly crush on each other's alter-egos.

b.) Ed secretly crushes on Isabel who just sees him as a brother but secretly crushes on Ed's alter-ego who just sees Isabel's alter-ego as a partner and friend (you know how the rest goes)

c.) Inverse of b.

Isabel's book looks exactly the same as it does in canon while Ed's paintbrush is the tail-belt of his costume

Isabel still has her paper powers as her main ability. I don't know what her special ability is yet but I want it to be related to words or knowledge (because Eightfold is the devourer of words and her spirit world is a library and so I wanted to incorporate that somewhere)

Ed still has his paint powers as his main ability. His special ability allows him to draw something that comes to life (the five minute timer doesn't start until after he's done drawing it)

It's gonna be really sad when Isabel loses her comb and Eightfold with it.

Isaac

Isaac's miraculous is a choker or necklace

He's really having the time of his life as a magical boy (until the miraculous au version of that incident happened)

He envies the partnership between Ed and Isabel (he knows that they know each other's identities) and wishes he had something like that (preferably with Max)

He mainly has small scale weather effects (same as canon) as his abilities. His special ability is to affect the weather on a large scale (It can only be cleared by miraculous cure or by him changing back and he has no control over what weather comes out.)

Mr. Spender

Mr. Spender's miraculouses are a brooch (Lucifer) and a ring (shadow spirit). Those who know his identity think that he only has the former.

The brooch, when untransformed, looks like a plain white circular brooch that's not easy to notice unless you know to look for it, when transformed, the brooch looks like Lucifer's eye and it has Lucifer's wings. At the five minute timer, each of the "pupils"(what are they called actually?) disappear at the first three beeps and each of the wings get dimmed at the last two beeps. I have no idea what the shadow spirit miraculous would look like since we still haven't fully seen what the shadow spirit looks like (I'm not even sure on whether to have it be a ring).

He is still as unhelpful as ever, like that time he told Max that he should feed his kwami but didn't tell him that his transformation has a time limit after using his special ability (luckily, one of the other members told him about it after asking why his bracelet is beeping)

He only transforms to help the kids when he's really needed

Johnny

Johnny's miraculous is a necklace that looks like Forge's locket with or without the keyhole when untransformed (and it opens to show a picture of Max's family when they were much younger, so Johnny doesn't recognize Max in the picture when he sees it)

Immediately after his first use of his miraculous, Johnny told his friends his identity right away (much to Forge's protest). He has their full support. They help him out with stuff like covering for him or buying food for Forge.

I have two options with how Johnny's abilities work:

a.) The fire powers is the main ability and the metal-working is the special ability

b.) inverse of a.

Secret Identity Stuff

I have two options for how to handle secret identities in this au:

1.) The activity club know each other's identities

The activity club still exists as a school club

Suzy still has her goal of finding out what the activity club does but it's second to her goal of finding out the identities of the heroes, yet she never figures that the two are connected despite the activity club gaining a new member at around the same time a new hero appears (Miraculous magic or Mayview wierdness? Who knows?)

Max often comments at his teammates being really unsubtle at the whole secret identity thing. He wonders why they hadn't been caught yet.

2.) The activity club don't know each other's identities

Spender knows the kids' identities and they know his

Ed and Isabel already knew each other's identities by the time Max joins

Max hasn't noticed that two of his classmates (later three) and an eighth grader regularly come to the corner store to buy a lot of a specific type of food for some reason

Lots angst for Isaac as he has nobody (except for Spender and King C who aren't helping very much) to turn to in regards to secret identity related stuff. Max may have the same problem but he's still too new to realize it yet. (I know Max has PJ and Lefty while Isaac has Doorman but I have no idea what to do with them in this au)

Akuma and spirit stuff

If spirits are still around in this au, then they'll be visible to everyone

If akuma villains are still a thing in this au:

Isabel (until she loses Eightfold), Spender, and possibly Day can purify akumas and use miraculous cure (though, they can still do the latter even without akuma villains)

Akumatized Suzy has a similar goal to Lady Wifi (wanting to unmask the heroes)

Akumatized Jeff can be based on Hijeff

Despite their emotional instability, Spender and Isaac hadn't been akumatized since getting their miraculouses (either they are protected by their miraculouses or they're both surprisingly good at not getting akumatized)

I don't know what the source of the akumas would be in this au or if they'll still be butterflies or if they'll still be called akumas

Other stuff

I got almost nothing for costume descriptions (I can imagine them but can't describe them) for when the characters are transformed. At least I have some descriptions for appearance changes: Ed has black tips on his hair, Isaac has his medium traits (like the spiky hair) only while transformed, one of Max's eyes are red and the other is blue, Spender (w/ Lucifer) glows really bright (nowadays, he's gotten better at controlling how bright he glows), and Zarei's (w/ Patchworm) eyes look like Patchworm's eye.

I got almost nothing for names. The only names I managed to come up with are Chrysalis for Zarei with Patchworm and Lumen Aves or Lucidus Aves (either way, the kids mostly call him Mr. Aves) for Spender with Lucifer.

I'll most likely have a hair clamp as Day's miraculous. I can't think of what kind of accessories both of Zarei's miraculouses are.

If Dimitri in canon does turn out to be a spectral and has a spirit partner, then I will most likely have his miraculous be earrings (unless his spirit's design inspires a different accessory)

The equivalent to being a medium in this au is wearing a miraculous that can't be removed for the duration of the "possession". (Do Spender, Isaac and Johnny need any reason to want to take off their miraculouses?)

Suzy runs this au's equivalent of the Ladyblog (would it be called the Spiderblog or the Paperblog or some other name?)

Mom Puckett may have had a similar role to Mama Agreste

Master Fu's role is kinda split between:

Mr. Spender - the kids' mentor (even though he's not doing a very good job at it)

Dr. Zarei - the one who heals kwamis (not sure about this one yet)

Grandpa Guerra - the guardian of the miraculouses and the one who tests potential wielders (instead of him doing the testing, he sends one of his students to do it while he watches from afar)

That's all I got for now. I know I left a lot of blanks in this (like names, transformation phrases, costume descriptions/designs, what the kwamis eat, etc.) so I'll just leave those to whoever wants to write or draw something based on or inspired by this au.

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Hey there Kelli, I marvel that a massage therapy specialist will be actually associated with Crossfit seeing as their flawed strategy of training leads to regular rotator belt and various other joint injuries which suggests the physiotherapists like Crossfit muscleups & pullups with weighted vests" since this gives them a constant income stream coming from fixing the damages led to.

At the Big 10 media time prior to the 2013 soccer period, Colter spoke up in favor of past UCLA basketball player Ed 'Bannon and also existing university professional athletes that ended up being litigants in a lesson action case challenging the NCAA's use gamers photos for business gain. Microdermabrasion is a facial revitalization technique used to remove creases as well as furrows, and also boost the appearance from marks. Sara (Boisen) Schwertfeger, RD, LD, an enrolled dietitian and health and nutrition specialist in Iowa Area, IA. Sara was a leading collegiate Keep track of & Industry sportsmen at Iowa State College and also is actually now an effective triathlete and also marathoner. Organic sweeteners like agave syrup, applesauce as well as syrups sign up with white whole wheat flour, Klean whey healthy protein isolate and fruit pie spices to border the fresh zucchini along with affection. Athletes may decide on to cease taking or substitute the medicine with a non-prohibited element or even discover the Healing Make use of Exemption procedure if as well as when a medication is actually prohibited. Athlete's feet is the sort of skin layer disease caused by the sort of fungi that grows in moist, humid settings. To accomplish thus, I connected fully No Meat Professional athlete crew, consisting of Matt as well as Erin, Esther, Susan, as well as Stepfanie, and also together our company've assembled a listing of our favored dishes to delight in throughout the holidays. The area at Barn Diva was spectacular- like a Martha Stewart wedding ceremony, the DJ got on point and the love was a flow-in!! Along with that both of my moms and dads were internationally affordable athletes. There is actually an entire site for folks who have carried out merely that-- had their big ideas and also put them out for the globe to view, hoping they'll come true. Athlete Instruction + Health and wellness supplies exclusive efficiency training in world-class locations to amateur and qualified athletes. Another reason why I enjoy this task, is that this creates this really crystal clear regarding just what my top 12 goals/wishes are actually for the upcoming year. NOTE: To make your personal bitter cream this is vital to utilize a Fast blender such as a Vitamix or Blendtec. As well as I possibly carried out, considering that I was actually bad informed and sick outfit to take care of such a substantial change to my diet regimen. Our experts pride ourselves at Athletes Label on continuously strengthening our own selves and the planet around us. Our experts consider our own selves Fine-tuned Athletes. All sportsmens coming back off retirement life will definitely be actually managed as new sportsmens to the USADA RTP and are going to be actually notified through USADA in accordance with the USOC National Anti-Doping Plans. My modification muscular tissues" were remarkably weak coming from absence of making use of, and I was blowing all of them out on the initial day through seeking too much, too soon. In the most ideal situation scenario you might manage to quit 90-95%, however that 5% will stay (i.e. you will definitely not have the ability to withstand consuming meat product on a handful of celebrations, yet you are going to not like it as a lot anymore).

The staff is actually made up of 8 individual endurance athletes as well as 2 biking crews coming from around the nation who personify the Klean Athlete way of living as well as market values via well-balanced lifestyle and also training. You may not make use of the Disabled Athlete Athletics Affiliation Internet site in any manner which can damage, disable, overburden, or hinder the Impaired Athlete Sports Organization Internet site or even hamper any other event's usage and satisfaction of the Disabled Sportsmen Sports Affiliation Web Site. The info provided on this website is certainly not intended to fill in your personal medical doctor's tips and is actually certainly not meant to detect, handle, protect against any condition or remedy. Athletes within this system are existing college sportsmens or even those desiring become a specialist athlete. I like my sportsmens to be re-educated to relocate even more like a human" before they proceed over even more intricate jobs including squatting, pushing or even deadlifting. Actually, studies have actually found that an egg morning meal may assist regulate wish for a complete 24 Hr. A Cravings For Temptation Sensual Food preparation Course is actually the excellent gift for your caring few. In 2008 Jamie was actually detected with an uncommon type from cancer, which was actually twisted around her sciatic nerves, which resulted in the reduction of making use of of most of my nigh side lower leg along with an ailment called decline shoe." After three years and paired kids, Jamie came back to competition as a paracyclist. Procedure growth continued as additional professional athlete outcomes brought about the advancement from the instruction programs. Athletigen's goal is to deliver individualized hereditary info to all sportsmens and also speed up breakthrough to improve the lives from all human beings. And I like your humour concerning everything and also the normal things that folks mention and exactly how they view it all. Remember to browse through the NMA retail store for No Chicken Sportsmen logo items, and also the resources page for digital training courses! Whether they are actually amateur or specialist, youthful or even outdated, all professional athletes possess an inherent need to press the limits.