#that held me back from posting to Steam for a long time because I didn't think my stupid little game would get enough interest

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My first game, "Memoirs of an Angel", is finally coming to Steam on July 30, 2024. How exciting!

To celebrate, I'm going to be live-streaming playthroughs of each of the four main routes of the game on my Twitch channel throughout the month of July, so keep an eye out for more information about that.

Can't wait for the end of July? The new game version, v1.3, has already been posted to itch.io.

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Soothing Your Aches

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: Your caring husband is always there to soothe your aches - no matter when or where.

Warnings: protective!Loki, pregnancy stuff, nudity, bit of suggestive smut, fluuuff

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: This lil' oneshot is based on an idea from @eleniblue ! I just had to write it, because it's so sweet! Also, I'm so sorry it took me sooo long to get this posted... Hope you like it nevertheless. 🥰

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"Have you seen the queen?" Loki addressed one of your personal guards, Ivan, as he was rushing down the corridor towards the throne room; emerald green cape flying behind him.

Ivan nodded. "Yes, my king. Your wife was searching for you. I told her you were out in the city." The king of Jotunheim nodded. "Where did she go?" "I saw her going into the direction of the royal chambers, your majesty."

Loki snorted, "I just came from there, Ivan. She isn't there." and gritted his teeth; feeling the anger - caused by his worry, rise within his body. The king just couldn't help himself. It was the fault of his instincts to protect what was his - like so often.

Loki took a deep breath; trying to control his temper. "You have one job, Ivan! Keeping an eye on the queen and her safe whenever I'm away is the only task you've been burdened with - and you fail." The king shook his head, while Ivan obediently lowered his head. "I apologise, my king, I-" The young Jotun tried to explain, but got immediately interrupted. "She is pregnant, for the Norns sake! This isn't just about my wife anymore!"

Ivan swallowed visibly; fear reflecting in his ruby eyes. Loki still tried to keep his anger at bay; knowing that this was the first mistake of your guard. He tried to have mercy.

"I-I know, y-your highness, b-but-" Ivan got interrupted once more. "You are dismissed for today. Now get out of my sight, before I change my mind."

The guard knew that this was his king showing forgiveness and mercy, so he bowed, "T-Thank you, m-my king." and quickly left.

Loki took another deep breath, before he decided to ask one of the maids about your whereabout.

"Tola," his deep voice caused the blond haired maid, who was currently cleaning his presence chamber, to jump slightly and shriek up. "King Loki! Apologies!" She curtsied. "You scared me a bit." Loki shook his head. "I should apologise. I didn’t mean to scare you... Do you know where my wife is?" She nodded. "Sure, my king. Queen Y/N told me that she was going to take a bath in the royal bathing chamber. I offered my help, but she wished to be alone."

A relieved breath left the Jotun's lips. "Thank you." Tola curtsied once more. "Of course, your highness." With a curd nod, Loki turned on his heels and left again; his feet leading him straight towards the bathing chamber.

He could already smell the scent of your soaps and rich oils miles away. It caused him to smile.

Once he entered the bathing chamber, warm, wet air and slight steam welcomed him - alongside your beautiful voice humming an old Norse song.

It's been a long day for the king and all he wished now was to spend time with you and especially to take care of you, as well as the growing offspring within your womb.

Loki quickly started to undress, until he wore nothing more than his loin cloth. Sure, he could've joined you completely nude, but the king didn't wish to 'pressure you' into something. He wanted to take care of you - and if it would include making love, he wasn't going to complain. If not, Loki was more than alright with it.

Smiling, he rounded the corner to face the big pool you were in; leaning against the edge with your head tilted back and eyes closed. One hand held onto the edge, while the other was cupping your swollen belly; gently stroking the wet skin.

Loki watched you for a moment; admired the absolute stunning woman he had married.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you, my queen?"

Your eyes immediately flew open at your husband's words and you looked over; meeting his beautiful ruby eyes.

You smiled.

"No, of course not. In fact, it is highly appreciated. Please do join me, my king." Loki ran a hand through his now damp curls and proceeded to step inside the water and swim over to you.

You welcomed your husband with open arms, of course, given the fact that you hadn't seen him almost the whole day.

"Hello," you whispered against his lips; crossing your arms behind his neck. Loki smirked; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as close as your almost five-month-bump allowed. "Hello, Flower." The gap between the two of you quickly melted away, as your lips moulded perfectly against Loki's.

After exchanging several much needed kisses, Loki settled behind you against the quite comfortably built pool edge; pulling you back against his bare chest.

"How are you feeling today, love?" He asked in a gentle voice. His hands came to rest underneath your belly; supporting the weight of your bump. "Honestly?" You sighed. "It could be better. The muscles in my back hurt, just like my feet do. I have stomach cramps already the whole day and felt very dizzy this morning. That's why I decided to take a bath; hoping it would relax my muscles and ease the pain at least a bit."

Loki nuzzled the wet skin of your neck and pulled you even closer against him. "Apologies, Flower. I hate to see you in pain and struggling." Your husband's lips trailed a path of soft kisses from your shoulder up to the shell of your ear. You couldn't help but smile; feeling the butterflies within you running wild. Wild for this man.

"Can I do something for you, my queen? I wish to help." Your smile even widened. Loki was the best husband you could've wished for. "Especially since I am the one to blame for this..." You could practically hear the smirk and playfulness in his voice - and giggled. "Don't say this like we both didn't wish for it to happen." "Well... Point taken." A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, before he breathed another kiss on the side of your neck.

"Now, how can I help, Flower?"

"Hmm..." You thought; being already way too lost and addicted to his touch. You barely saw him today, after all... "Perhaps a massage later? But for now, just hold me, please. I enjoy your warmth and touch-" You felt a nudge against your abdominal wall and bladder, causing you to smile. "Just like the twins," you completed your sentence.

Loki hummed behind you; thumbs starting to trace a pattern in the naked skin on the underside of your bump. "As you wish, my darling."

After the bath, Loki wrapped you up in a big, fluffy, warm towel, and even carried you back towards your shared chambers.

"There we are..." He said; gently kicking the door shut with his foot. You just smiled with your head tucked in the crook of his neck; inhaling his scent. Loki set you down on your spacious marital bed and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips, before he quickly crossed the room in order to tend to the fireplace. The fire was still burning. Loki just had to make sure it was enough to keep you warm.

"Are you warm enough, my queen?" You nodded; giving him a loving, but definitely drowsy smile. "Currently, yes. Now come here, please..." Loki smiled, "In a moment, Flower." and winked, before he vanished in the bathroom, in order to fetch the best massage oils in the whole kingdom. You received them from a healer on Asgard.

Your husband took the comfortable chair, which stood a bit offsides and actually served as an extra seating possibility in front of the fireplace and sat down beside your side of the bed. His free hand inched closer to your body, while he threw you a smouldering look.

"May I unwrap you, Flower? I heard you are in need of my hands." Mischievous, naughty scamp, you thought with a giggle. "Please do, dear husband."

Loki helped you to free your upper body of its confines, but made sure that your legs and feet were still covered in furs and keeping you warm.

"Turn on your side for me, my love." You did what he said; presenting him your bare back. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but there was no other way than this for a massage. You couldn't turn on your stomach - for obvious reasons.

"There we go." Loki squeezed some oil on his big palm, made sure to coat his other palm as well and then started to gently massage your uptight muscles. "Mhhh..." You sighed as he worked on a particular tight knot. The king chuckled lowly. "Your reaction tells me that I must be doing something right. Does it feel good?" You giggled; nodding. "It always feels good when you touch me, my king. No matter the situation." "Thank the Norns then that I enjoy touching you very much. No matter the situation." You could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "Win win situation, sweetheart."

After Loki massaged your sore and aching back, you felt way better and relaxed - but your husband wasn't finished yet.

"Would my lovely wife turn on her back again? I think there are cramps who need to be eased as well..." You smiled; following his instructions once more.

The king's eyes travelled from your face down the length of your upper body; lingering on your bump for a moment longer, before his ruby eyes returned to meet your Y/E/C ones.

"You are stunningly beautiful, my queen. Absolutely radiant. Perfect, for me." You couldn't stop your cheeks from redding at his words. "Thank you." Loki leaned over to kiss you lovingly, then began to gently rub the oil in the skin of your belly as well.

You never thought that it would feel this good, but it did - and the babies seemed to enjoy it as well. You could sense it. "They pretty much enjoy the touch of their father," you giggled; looking at Loki. He smiled; nodding amusingly. "I can positively feel it, yes." You giggled again. "Now shush, my queen. Rest and just enjoy," he teased you a bit. "Yes, my king." You took a deep breath and closed your eyes; trying to be calm. You were kinda surprised that it worked that well.

In fact it probably worked too good...

"I'm relieved to see that this seems to help you." Loki got no response. "Flower? Love?" Frowning, he lifted his head - only to see that you slept in. The king smiled; placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and made sure to tuck you properly in.

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[uhhhj13iguess]

the boy in apartment 5B

peter parker x gn!reader

summary: in the aftermath of the world forgetting about peter parker, peter finds himself wanting to let someone in again for the first time in months

wc: ~1.8k

omg okay i got permission to write a fic entirely based on a headcanon headcanons.foru wrote on tiktok, and i was fucking obsessed with it the second i read it. leighton, your work is beautiful, and i thank you for letting me run with this and flesh it out. some of the language is directly from their tiktok, so please go watch it! they��re the mastermind behind this bad boy, not me. i've been so afraid to write anything post nwh because it is devastatingly sad, and i don't like to acknowledge that my sweet boy peter is out there alone, forgotten, and miserably sad. but the hc was just so pure and sweet, and i had to expand on it

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later in the winter months, you met your new neighbor, a meek brunette who moved into the apartment down the hall. you couldn't get much of a read on him, as all you'd exchanged were soft smiles and quiet greetings when passing through the halls.

there was no recognition as you passed him each day, no knowledge of spider-man or his extensive history. of everything he'd been through. it was just genuine human interaction, and as he began to catch onto that, it grew to mean everything to him. you only knew him as peter, the guy with tired eyes and messy hair who lived two doors down from you. you were a fresh start, and that both excited and terrified peter.

you found him sitting outside the building one day, visibly shivering and nose bright red. he was clearly upset, a day's worth of more trauma he could add to the list you knew nothing about. you swore his cheek had a soft yellow tinge to it, like a bruise almost healed.

peter flinched as he saw you approach him, not wanting to explain what he was doing sitting in the cold alone. you gave him a soft smile, a quick 'hey peter' as you passed and headed inside. he was both relieved and disappointed as you let him be, thankful to not have to explain himself, but feeling himself grow sad as you left him.

you didn't leave him for long, though, as minutes later you walked outside and took a seat next to him on the steps. you passed him a bowl, steam heavy between the two of you from the fresh soup you'd brought down for him. he took in in his hands with a confused look.

"i thought you might be cold out here. grandma's recipe," you motioned towards the bowl in his hands. "chicken dumpling. a great cure for whatever ails you."

the tone of whatever had weight to it, like you were referencing his emotional state without prying. he didn't say much, just staring down at the soup in his hands with his eyebrows furrowed. you left him with another soft smile, headed back inside for the evening.

he took a hesitant bite, not wanting to believe that his cute neighbor down the hall would poison him, but not trusting anyone around him at this point. after the flavors hit his tongue and his stomach blossomed with warmth, however, he'd be happy to go out this way, he thought.

he went inside that night with a little more strength than he'd left with.

later the next day, there was a soft knock at your door. you gave a 'comin!' as peter heard you run through your apartment, laughing quietly to himself as he heard you trip and mutter a string of curse words. you opened the door, a surprised look on your face as you saw peter in front of you, your bowl in his hands, empty and washed.

he held it out carefully, a genuine but tired smile on his lips. "thank you. it really does cure whatever ails you."

you gave him a playful smile back, a meek 'anytime' dancing on your tongue.

that moment was the starting point of your friendship with him, an invitation on both ends to reach out more. peter didn't want to admit it to himself yet; he couldn't, but you made him feel safe. everything about you put him at ease after a long day, after the weight of the world and the consequences of his decisions threatened to pull him under.

he started to show up at your apartment in the evenings, excited for a break from reality and to hear the adventures of your days. food became a silent peace offering between the two of you, an endless supply of sweet treats and warm soups traded on the harshest days, no words exchanged as you ate with him in silence, an occasional comment on how good everything tasted. words weren't needed with you, he didn't need to explain himself. he didn't need to justify his feelings or why he was suddenly being so weird and distant. you just let him be, and peter couldn't express how grateful he was for that.

over time, peter felt himself falling for you, and it terrified him to his core. he was so awkward with getting close to people now, scared to death of losing anyone else in his life. he fumbled his way through every part of falling for you: texts with too many emojis, stuttering his way through compliments, awkwardly hovering before asking if you wanted to hang out. but he was trying, and that surprised him.

he fought it for a while, his feelings for you. he cursed himself, angry that he was getting close to someone again. but he wanted to. he wanted to be close to you so badly. so after weeks of fighting it, he began to break down. to let you in. and it was messy. it was messy, and it was awkward, but it was real. he was trying, and you started to see some of his softness beneath all his scarring.

peter started to find any excuse he could to be around you, becoming your own personal handyman when you needed him. you didn't even have to ask. hell, half the time, you hadn't even noticed the issue yet. dripping faucet? he's on it. flickering light? he replaced the bulb and even bought it himself. he shrugs it off each time you thank him, bashful in your appreciation towards him. he did whatever he could for you, wanting to be a positive force in someone's life for once. he didn't even tell you how he scaled the side of your building the other day to fix your window that wouldn't fully shut. not that he could, without giving himself away anyway.

sometimes when you were talking to him or laughing, peter would go quiet. not a distant or sad quiet, but almost reverent. he would get so completely lost in you, so utterly entranced in your very being that it took all the words from his mouth. he didn't know how he managed to cross paths with you, how he managed to be blessed with someone so wonderful in his life after all he'd done, but over time, he stopped questioning it, rather soaking it up instead.

he was scared to let you in — how could he not be? but no matter how hard he tried, peter just couldn't stay away from you. he avoided many of the personal questions you asked him, the ones about his family, friends, or his past. you noticed, but you didn't pry, and peter appreciated that more than you could ever know. he wanted to let you in, to repay you for everything you'd done for him and all you've told him about yourself, but he didnt know how. he didn't know how to explain a life full of erased memories and unbearable losses.

but as time passed, he did. he'd catch himself accidentally lost in telling a story about may, eyes wide and mouth hung open as he realized what he was talking about. you gave him a smile, one so wide and excited that he hadn't seen before, as you patiently sat and waited for him to continue. he was flushed, almost embarrassed for how caught up he was over a story that he wouldn't have thought twice about telling a few months ago.

slowly, it became easier for him. he didn't tell you everything, but he began to let himself grieve his lost loved ones through the stories he told you. and you listened. you listened with such respect for him, peter almost thought it was laughable. because all he was talking about was a joke tony had told him once, but it was hard for him to get out, and you were so patient with him as he spoke. he fell quiet, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he nervously laughed to himself. he told you how he'd lost more than he ever thought possible, and instead of asking for more information or shrugging him off, you just sat in a comfortable silence with him, your hand hesitantly on his.

that was another thing peter hadn't prepared for: touch. sure, he'd still been spider-man since everything happened, but there was a difference in the physical combat with criminals and the kind touches you gave him. whether it was a gentle hand on his arm as he spoke or a goodbye hug, each time, he didn't know how to handle it. his eyes would go wide, his breath caught in his throat. it had been a long time since someone touched him like that — not to heal, not to hurt, but just to be close. it made him nervous, but for the first time in a while, it was a good nervous.

when he realized he was fully and utterly in love with you, peter was so afraid. but his fear made him so gentle with you, treating you as though you were made of glass. he stared at you like you were made of stardust, a personal cosmic miracle standing before him. he held doors for you, buying an umbrella (which he'd never owned in his life) so he could make sure you'd never get caught wet in the rain again. he would give you his hoodie whenevr the weather grew shitty, even if it left him shivering.

and you noticed each small thing he did for you, from his handywork around your apartment to each gesture he made towards your comfort. you returned your appreciation in your own ways, leaving him little notes at his doorstep each morning to get him through the hard days, baking him treats, even going out of your way to pick up random junk electronics you saw out on your walks.

peter fell for you quickly, but you fell quicker, infatuated with him as soon as you realized just how much he hid to protect everyone around him. and when you kiss him for the first time, a kiss so soft and slow it was healing, you could feel part of him relax for the first time since you'd met him. you sat with your foreheads pressed together, a smile laced on your lips, and tangled in his own.

you pulled back enough to meet his eyes, your voice a gentle whisper. "whatever you're carrying, whatever hurt you're holding onto... you don't have to carry it alone anymore."

and for the first time in forever, he believed it.

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[opalecentsun]

The Fall of a Hero.

Hey opal here and this is the prequel to my new fanfic project i said i would be posting on mondays along with oc art and i will say that this was intended to not really be shown to anyone plus i have no beta reader please tell me if there are any grammatical errors or spelling errors. anygays the ship list and warnings:

- Shiny duo 

- Scarian

- Flower husbands (not seen much but is there.)

- Jizzie

- Nature wives (again not seen much but is there.)

there is swearing minimal but it definitely is there, death and mentions of bloodMinimal but it definitely is there. This is mainly from Pearls POV but there are other POV’s

Opal out.

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Prequel

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Pearls POV

“Guys be careful on this mission there are people inside the building.” I said we were going in to a night time ball knowing that there was a bomb ready to explode anytime in there 

“Got it Pearl.” Tango said. Huh that's weird he didn't call me perlio. Oh well he's probably just tired it is late at night.

We successfully made it into the back rooms of the ballroom to the place where the bomb had been left to sit with a countdown.

“OK Pearl what do we do now?” Etho asked me

“Tango, can you make sure that the door is safely secured? I'm going to pick it up to bring it back out.�� I heard the shuffling of feet and thought that Tango had just gone to secure the door without question, which is not like him. Oh well I picked the bomb up safely and turned around to where Tango was mumbling to himself with one of his hands to his ear, sideying etho as to say ‘shh don't say a word’. What was going on with these guys tonight? We walked back to the main area near the door before Tango stopped walking and looked over at someone before looking back at Etho who gave him a nod.

“Guys, what are you doing where nearly out of here?” I asked Tango didn’t respond. He just pulled out a remote with a blue button on it and pressed it. The bomb started to heat up in my hands and i locked eyes with Etho

“The Hero Commision has decided that you're no longer needed and because of that you need to be killed” Etho answered blatantly like we were talking about what dinner was going to be

“What?” my answer was fragile as I looked back and forth at them.

“I think Etho already answered that.” Tango said. I heard no remorse in his voice, one of my oldest friends just letting people kill me off and not feeling guilty? What was this? I looked straight ahead to see Grian standing there. He locked eyes on me then Etho and Tango. I silently asked him to stay there for just a little longer. He either didn’t listen or didnt understand me because he started to walk over as Etho and Tango started to get ready to leave when he noticed the bomb in my hands steaming from the heat. I didn’t feel that though. He started to run over to me and Etho noticed him.

“Trying to call over your brother stupid mistake cant believe the heroes let you stay this long.” he said it loud enough for Grian to hear and some bystanders I actually knew like Gem and Joel who looked over.

“Effo what the fuck are you doing get the bomb out of her hand!?” Joel said coming closer “What is needed, I suggest you stay back.” Tango responded before ziplining up to the roof of the building with Etho. Joel stepped back reluctantly with a hint of murder in his eyes as he held Gem back almost having a silent conversation before she reluctantly stepped back but Grian kept running until he was in front of me 

“Pearl, are you ok? Why aren't they getting the bomb off of you?!” Grian was clearly distressed his voice had pitched higher as he talked 

“Grian step back ok i'm going to be fine.” I smiled at him as i heard the 10 second beeping start 

“No, give me the bomb. NOW.” he said with desperation in his voice but instead of waiting for my answer he snatched the bomb out of my hands and ran to the other side of the room.“Grian WAIT GIVE IT BACK!!!” I yelled at him but Joel had grabbed my hands to stop me from running after him “ LET ME GO I CAN SAVE HIM!” I turned back to Joel with something in his eyes I didn't pick up. He still didn't let me go “IT'S MY JOB PLEASE LET M-” the bomb exploded on the other side of the room taking Grian with it as Gem and Joel had us take cover. Joel let me go the second after the explosion rang out and I ran as fast as I could to get there seeing most of the people had caught on and weren’t in the blast radius but all I had eyes for was the body in the middle of the blast 

“Grian come on please wake up please Grian I- i need you please.” my voice broke at the end but all I had eyes for was him. He lifted his hand up a little for me to take before whispering our oath we made as kids after our dog's name before she passed “ Tilly death do us part.” his hand went limp and his voice cracked at the end but I had heard his last words and they hurt like sticks and stones. I broke at that moment. He had sacrificed himself for something that was meant for me to endure. 

I dropped his hand with a minute of silence before I screamed the most agonizing painful scream i could muster as Gem walked over to me with Joel trailing behind her

“Pearl, can you speak?” Gem had asked a simple question but even if I tried I don't think I could have given her an answer instead I cried into her shoulder

We sat there for 5 minutes before I spoke 

“Can we go home?” 

“Of Course Pearl.” 

I think Gem picked me up but I can't remember that well. I was too distraught. My only sibling died because of THEM. the ‘heros’. The people who picked and chose I couldn't believe that 10 minutes ago I was part of them.

When Gem stopped moving I didnt even comprehend where I was just walked in the door said hi to Cub and wait 

“CUB!?” 

“Hello Pearl, I heard what happened. I'm sorry for your loss. We can hold a small funeral in the backyard if you want.” 

“You would do that for me?” 

“If you want to.” Joel said behind her.

“ I-I would love that but where are we?” I asked and looked around properly at the world since Grians…it wasn’t mine nor Gems house and it definitely wasn't Joels.

“Well, Pearl, you're in fighter base.” Gem responded posing like the villain. whirlpool. Commonly known for using tridents in combat.

“I what why did you bring me to the fighter villain's base?” 

“To ask if you wanted to join, I guess. I mean you do want justice right against the villains that tried to kill you, took your friends away and killed your brother. Right?”

“More than anything but.. Wait Gem posed like whirlpool before, and,’ I looked over at Cub to see a burn mark on his upper arm the exact same place that firecracker got when he missed a shot at etho 1 week ago ‘, Cub has a burn mark on his upper arm,’ Joel was giving me the same stupid crazy grin that double bladed gave me 2 days ago after a close call ‘, and Joel is giving me the same crazy smile double bladed has… wait no your not all?” 

“Yes we are and like Joel said earlier we want you to join.” Cub said subconsciously rubbing his arm

“But I can't fight. I rely on- relied on tango and etho to keep me safe. I usually like jump down on people. What do I have for you?”

“You have smarts, incredible aim, a reason to hate the heros and your our friend now do you want to join or not?” Gem listed off the reasons

“Do I get to beat up Tango and Etho if I join?” 

“They're all yours to mess with.” 

3rd person view

Pearl sat beside a pair of gravestones placed next to each other on a hill overlooking the ocean they both respectively read ‘Tilly death did us part but were not dead till you forget me’ she had picked it out herself thinking if Grian were here he would be laughing his but off knowing how stubborn Pearl was and her gravestone matched that. She had just made her first debut on the news after whacking Etho and Tango in a fight without them knowing who she was and decided to have a peaceful afternoon until a hero came around the corner and stared at her.

“Can I have a peaceful afternoon?” Pearl asked looking up to realise it was the new hero they recruited after Pearl had been ‘killed’ along with her brother

“Not when you're sitting at Their gravestones.” she recognised that voice. Scar.

“I would say I have as much right to be here as you do.” 

“Not when you and your team planted that bomb that killed them.” ah they had resorted to lying.

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll fight you.” 

“A 1v1 against me when I'm unarmed seems unfair.”

“You know how to fight without it.”

“Do i.”

“Yes.” 

“You're incorrect there.”

“Don't make me call the other heroes just get away from their graves.”

“Fine hotguy but you might want to get used to me because next time i'm not moving away as soon.”

“We’ll see about that round whacker.”

Pearl started to walk away before turning back her cape blowing in the wind almost blowing off her hood. “You know scar one of those gravestones are fake and they're still alive, you just have to find the clues.” Pearl smiled even if he couldn't see it. His face had contorted when she said his real name and his eyes lit up when she said that one of the siblings was alive.

“Wait what's the first clue?”

“Play back all of your recordings with them in it and listen next time you're in a fight with the fighters.” 

Pearl walked away not looking back but feeling a cold hand grab hers and in the corner of her eye saw a waffle head smile at her.

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Prequel done have fun with this as you please chapter one will be coming next monday!

Also two small points to make is that Gem and Pearl are already married in this I just didn't mention it and anything that i do with this will be tagged with FOAH au and if you ever want to do anything with this au one ask me first and two tag it with fanmade FOAH au thank you!!!!

👋 Opal is out!

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[rvzcvx]

HEYYY i dont really fanfictions but idk,I really liked one of your fanfictions ,is it possible to have a FanFiction with bill x m!reader Or reader non gender ?🎀 With 2005 bill cause he's my favorite Era,I want something cute and fluff cause he was 16..I just had the idea that bill and reader don't really understand it because like bill speak.german and he doesn't understand english and reader doesn't understand german😭!Afterwards for the rest I leave you free ideas! because I trust you

Love you🫶

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

pairing: 2005 bill x male reader

warnings: nothing, just fluff

a/n: im sorry for not posting for so long but i had to focus on school. i promise that i will try to post more often!! and btw i love you too, i hope youre gonna like what i wrote

I still couldn't believe it, I was sitting in the living room of Bill Kaulitz, my boyfriend, from my favorite band. It felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The room was filled with posters, CDs, and personal items that gave it a cozy vibe. Bill was in the kitchen, making us some tea. I could hear him humming softly, his voice always managing to soothe my nerves.

We met a few months ago after one of his concerts. I had been a fan for years, and the opportunity to see him perform live was a dream come true. I never imagined that I would actually meet him, let alone start a relationship with him. It was hard at first, with him speaking mainly German and me only knowing English, but we found ways to communicate.

Bill walked back into the room, holding two steaming cups of tea. He smiled warmly and handed me one. "Hier, für dich." he said, his accent making the words sound even more special.

"Danke." I replied, one of the few German words I had mastered. I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping our tea. Bill looked at me, his eyes full of affection and something else I couldn't quite place.

"You... like the tea?" he asked, his English slow but deliberate. "Yes" I nodded, "It's perfect, just like everything you do."

Bill blushed, a soft pink tint coloring his cheeks. "Danke, mein liebling." he said, reaching out to take my hand. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

We had learned to bridge the gap between our languages with gestures, smiles, and a lot of patience. Bill would teach me simple German phrases, and I would help him with his English. It was a process, but one that brought us even closer.

Bill set his cup down and moved closer to me on the couch. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the unspoken words fill the space between us. His arms around me were my safe haven, a place where I felt completely at home.

After a while, Bill pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. "You... make me very happy." he said, his English improving day by day.

"You make me happy too, Bill." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

Bill's smile widened, and he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things we couldn't yet say in words. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, but content.

He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me close. "Ich liebe dich." he whispered into my ear. I had learned that phrase early on. "I love you too, Bill" I replied.

As the evening turned into night, we continued to talk, laugh, and simply enjoy each other's company. It didn't matter that we spoke different languages; what mattered was the love we shared and the bond that grew stronger every day.

By the time we decided to call it a night, I felt more connected to Bill than ever. We climbed into bed, cuddling close under the warm blankets. Bill held me tight, his presence a comforting weight next to me.

"Gute nacht , mein Liebling." he murmured sleepily. "Goodnight, Billy." I replied, feeling my eyes grow heavy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever challenges we faced, we would face them together. Our love was stronger than any language barrier, and that was all that mattered. In Bill's arms, I felt at home, loved, and understood. And that was a feeling that needed no translation.

[celaenaeiln]

can i know your thoughts on the “typical” nightwing ships (him with wally, roy, slade, kory, babs, apollo/midnighter, etc etc)?

ofc! <333

As a multishipper I literally love almost all of these

Wally

The softest ship ever! Reading about them is so cute. All cuddles and snuggles, and full on comfort.

It's the best friends to lovers trope

Haven't read about them in a really long while but they used to be my comfort ship. Like these two are so soft each other that they just make me feel warm inside.

Roy

Roydick is my spicy birdflash ship. Their chemistry was more heated with them constantly getting into arguements but falling together again. Going back to the comics I realize that Roy hero-worships Dick and that's why they get into so many fights. Roy literally thinks Dick is too perfect

There's this post about them which provides comic panels about Roy constantly comparing himself to Dick

But mostly Roy wants all of Dick. He wants Dick's 100% attention of them and he hates-HATES-that Dick gives everything to Batman. It drives him so mad because he thinks Batman doesn't deserve any of Dick's attention.

Literally tells Batman- you ain't shit. I feel bad Dick had to deal with you. He doesn't deserve it for all the greatness he is.

Roy wants all of Dick and that's where I ship them including their complicated issues. What makes their relationship so great is their problems. Neither of them will compromise (Dick won't let go of Bruce and Roy won't let go of that issue), but after all the screaming and fighting they still fall back together.

It's Dick that Roy goes to every time he has to deal with Cheshire.

Additional post:

>:> hehe

Ollie has the biggest grin on his face XD

Slade

My OTP LETS GO

Bruh I am so into them.

My post on why they were made for each other

YEA YEA YEAHHHHHH

Slade literally used the steam of Dick's shower to write a message in his bathroom mirror.

okay.

I am obsessed with Slade's obsession with Dick.

I love how in one comic Dick is literally just listing everything that's wrong with his life and Deathstroke is just standing there actively listening with his arms crossed.

He's never gonna give up that apprentice agenda.

Kory

Kory!! I LOVE DICKKORY SO MUCH!!!

When I think of love, they are the epitome of it. I didn't know it was possible to feel love through paper until I saw them. One look at the chemistry is overwhelming.

"Questions about what's right and what's not, I'll always have them. Questions about my loving you? No! I do. Very much."

Dickkory love is stronger than Dick's moral ethics and Dick's moral ethics?

I've never seen Dick love anyone as much as he did Kory. There are issues that came up ofcourse. I'm pretty sure there was an anti-alien sentiment among the general public (real life?) that affected them and on top of that the Batman office wanting Dick back so they just ripped him away from the titans and rewrote a whole new love story for them while trashing Kory for it but when the public's reaction and Dick's "he's so perfect everyone wants him so let's play around with love interests for him" aside, they were the king and queen of love.

What I love about their relationship is Dick loved Kori for who she was, not how she looked. And Kori loved Dick for who he was and not how he looked. On both sides, sometimes all people see of them are their beauty not their personality or strengths or being.

Barbara

Barbara. The reason I held off on writing this.

My feelings about Barbara are complicated.

She and Dick used to be my OTP. I loved them so much I actually hated Kori for a bit, thinking that Barbara was so much better-when I was solely in the fandom. But oh how the table have turned. Very recently the feather broke the camel's back so my feelings about the two of them have changed.

Long story short, they're better off friends. But my favorite moments come from mostly short haired Barbara comics.

This Barbara was AWESOME. She was so chill and cool and funny. She would be smart but not in a demeaning way to others.

Also Batgirl 2000 comic Dickbabs was so sweet (below)

Apollo/Midnighter

love them!

I think Midnighter would totally seduce Dick into a frenemies with benefits arrangement. I mean he's halfway there.

But aside from the usual flirting, Midnighter really, really, REALLY respects Dick's fight skills. I'm sure you've seen the panels of that already but since posts have a 30 image limit I'mma skip over that to the other reason: his greater-that-meta-human tenacity. Things and circumstances that take out metahumans, Dick surpasses through sheer will power and dedication.

So I mostly ship Dick/Midnighter but Apollo would probably join in too at some point.

Constantine

Never getting over how John-I don't do things I don't have to-Constantine saved someone because their body was hot and and their butt looked good. But later on in the comic he talks about how cool he was and what he describes Dick as is when asked about him is:

Additional exchange:

Tiger

His relationship with Tiger is AWESOME!!

It reminds me of his batman Dick relationship with Damian. Snarky and affectionate.

I ran out of image space :'0

But Dick basically gets Tiger-Spyral's number 1 and most loyal spy-to abandon the agency they work for, turn coat, and hunt them down to burn the oragnization into the ground instead. They're literally so funny. I loved Dick and Damian's cute banter and Tiger is just Damian aged up but meaner lol.

[jayywren]

⏤ ✦ pasta?

genre: fluff, domestic wordcount: 0.8K pairing: Yelena Belova x fem!reader pronouns: she/her other: takes place after Hawkeye with Yelena still in NY, roommate!au/flatmate!au, can be read as romantic or platonic warnings: swearing, talk of hunger, food and eating summary: having a stay-in night with Yelena thorn's notes: originally posted 29/Sep/2022; edited. ↳ I want to apologise for the slow update, I've been in London on holiday and didn't have my laptop with me to be able to post.

⏤ return to old post masterlist

It was late in New York but nowhere near dark; New York was seemingly never dark, or quiet for that matter, however the louder daytime noises of tourists and busy stores had now mostly died away. It was nearing the end of February now so it was as cold but not as it could've been, however it was still pretty fucking cold. That's why tonight Y/N and Yelena were staying indoors. The night started with the two roommates doing their own things; Y/N sat on the sofa reading and Yelena... Yelena wasn't actually in the apartment, she'd been complaining of feeling restless all day and had decided to go to the local 24-hour gym to finally blow off the steam.

Yelena had made sure to keep Y/N updated on her movements throughout the city, texting her updates about what she was doing; her run to the gym, when she'd arrived, when she'd taken a brief break, and now that she had left the gym and was on her way home.

In all honesty, Y/N thought Yelena was nuts for going out in this weather. She knew she'd encouraged Yelena to find an outlet for her antsiness but she'd thought the blonde would find things to occupy herself with around the apartment rather than brace the biting weather of a New York winter. Oh well.

A rattle came from the front door of the apartment, before it was pushed open to reveal Yelena whom was armed with two cups of steaming hot coffee. The strong smell of the hot beverage suddenly reminded Y/N that she hadn't actually eaten a proper dinner yet, however the thought was pushed away as Yelena held out one of the warm coffee cups to the girl curled up on the couch. Y/N took the drink graciously and mumbled out a thanks to Yelena, who had decided to sit opposite her on the floor, while Yelena filled Y/N in on what she had seen while she'd been out.

Midway through one of Yelena's stories however, Y/N's stomach gave a loud rumble, bringing back the fact that the girl had yet to have her evening meal. Embarrassed by the disruption Y/N tried to get Yelena to continue her story however Yelena refused to move on.

"Have you not had dinner yet?" Yelena asked, confused.

"Um, no. No, not yet." Y/N admitted reluctantly feeling sheepish under Yelena's gaze "Originally it was because I was waiting for you to get home but then I just completely forgot. Until I smelt that coffee that is."

Yelena just nodded before rising to her feet and making her way to the small kitchen of the apartment.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm making us food." Yelena stated matter-of-factly before returning to rummaging through cupboards "What would you like?"

"Nothing big, I guess, I'm truly not that hungry" Yelena nodded in understanding before pulling out a bag of pasta, holding it up as a silent question of 'what about this?'

"Pasta would be great." Y/N agreed with a smile.

Turning around, Yelena got to work.

Roughly 10 minutes later the food was done and Yelena was sharing the pasta between two bowls. During this time Y/N had moved to sit at the wooden dining table that stood between the kitchen and the living room to keep her roommate company.

Yelena set the bowls on the table between the two of them, before moving back into the kitchen to retrieve sauces and toppings "Which bowl do you want?"

Y/N chose her bowl as Yelena returned to the table to set everything down, successfully managing to bring everything over at once. Garnishing the food didn't take long for either of the girls however Y/N did have to do a double take at just how much hot sauce Yelena was putting on her pasta. Making a mental note to add hot sauce to the grocery list, Y/N moved back to the couch to eat her meal in comfort, Yelena following close behind. As the two settled down under one of their many thick blankets, Y/N grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table, turning on Netflix so that they wouldn't be eating in silence.

"What do you wanna watch?" Y/N asked as she scrolled through her recommended watches.

"That new film that I have been seeing a lot about. It has Maya Hawke in it." the blonde was clicking her fingers in frustration as she tried to remember the name of the film before giving a cry as she remembered it. "Do Revenge".

Switching to the search bar, Y/N found the film quickly and soon the opening credits had begun. The girl held her bowl of pasta close to her as she ate and watched, absorbing the warmth radiating off the food, a cosy feeling spread throughout the apartment as Yelena commented, "This is nice."

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

[pickingbelovedoffthesofa]

Just posted chapter 15 of my 80’s AU Ouizzy fic.

Here’s a snippet of this chapter below the cut to see if it might be up your alley ☺️

"If you want to tell me to go fuck myself, I wish you'd just do that instead..." Izzy said.

Frenchie sighed. "I don't want to tell you to go fuck yourself, Iz. I just... It's a little uncomfortable to talk about money with, as you said, the guy I'm casually fucking."

"To be fair, I did say it was fine if you didn't want to talk about it. I said I may be stepping out of line. My exact words. Not much of a point having boundaries if you're going to invite people to cross them..."

Frenchie closed his eyes and sighed again before testing that the iron was hot, releasing some steam. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get cross. You're right, I did say it was okay. I just... I'm a little sensitive to being talked to like I'm a child..."

"Today..."

Frenchie looked up from the corner of the shirt he was pressing. "What...?"

Izzy raised his eyebrows. "You're a little sensitive to it today... You should mind that iron, it's going to burn..."

"What does that mean?" Frenchie cocked his head. He'd barely even heard the bit about the iron.

"It means that on Tuesday you were rather receptive to it. It's not my place to tell you when to mind your health and take care of yourself, but it is in my nature. I do what I can with mixed signals, but I can't be stepping into landmines, Frenchie. I want you to be very clear with me about things you are and aren't comfortable with."

"Well, I'm thirty eight years old. I moved to New York on my own and I'm doing pretty alright by comparison. Just because you're older-"

"The iron, Frenchie..."

"Doesn't mean I need-" The smell hit him then. "Fuck!" He pulled the iron up, exposing a dark brown planchette where it had sat for too long. "FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck..."

"I tried-"

"Fuck off, Iz!" Frenchie shouted at him.

He didn't shrink back. He didn't even flinch. He calmly took a breath before getting up from the mattress on the floor and walking slowly over to him.

"What're you..."

He stepped behind him, gently taking the hand that still held the iron in his own and bringing it down so the iron came to rest on the board. He flicked the power off with his thumb before running it over the back of Frenchie's, softly.

"-doing...?" Frenchie finished, sounding like someone had cut the power off on him.

"You're clearly upset and you're holding something very very hot and dangerous. How much time before you need to be out the door?"

Frenchie looked at his watch. "Half an hour..." he said quietly.

"You said you're not required to wear dress clothes. Do you have something that doesn't require ironing? There's enough time to iron a different shirt if that's what you really want, but that's not going to leave you a lot of time to eat anything..."

Frenchie's hand began to tremble under his. "I can wear a polo..." he said.

"Okay." Izzy ran his hand over Frenchie's once more before he pulled away, stepping over to the iron's plug and pulling it from the socket. "You finish getting ready and I'll heat up those leftovers Roach sent with us."

[frostehburr]

A Few Games I 100% Completed but Haven't Mentioned Because I Did Them Long Ago

My recent blog posts have been about recent games I 100% completed but they're not the only games I've 100%ed.

Video games have been a big part of my life and I've been playing games since single digits. That's right, I've been a gamer my entire life. Starting with the Sega Genesis. That really ages me, doesn't it?

Admittedly, I only 100%ed one single game on Genesis and that was Disney's Pocahontas. There were a handful of games I had but couldn't invest too much time in because way back then I was a child attending school and homework.

Same story when I got an Nintendo 64. Exception was I didn't 100% any game on that console. However, I did manage to complete a few games on Nintendo's GameCube years later.

By that time I managed to get into double digits so back then I was still a child but was close to the 'edgy' phase everyone in the 2000s went through.

The games I definitely remember 100%ing were Star Fox Adventures, Wind Waker, Luigi's Mansion, Avatar the Last Airbender, Catwoman, Pikmin 1 and 2, and Geist. It may seem like a short list but that was long for preteen me. Especially considering majority of games I played were rented from Blockbuster. If you don't know what Blockbuster was, just know I'm from ancient times before the internet.

Anyhow, years later I had short lived experience with PS2 and somehow got XBox360 and PS3. Honestly, the 360 was a horrible console that destroyed itself more often that a sea cucumber. What games I managed to play on it were also available on PS3 at later time so I personally think 360 was a massive waste of money and would avoid if I was able to restart my life.

But it did give me some fun games to complete. Rare's final good game, Kameo Elements of Power, was particularly great. Fable 2 and 3 were simple and easy. I don't think it's physically possible to not complete a Fable game when it's played. And... ah, Crackdown was the only other one I 100%ed... That was... a game... yes it was...

Sadly, I do not remember 100%ing more games after that, yes even on the PS3 which I still held onto the games for.

I was incredibly busy with high school life at that time so investing an hour or so for a grind was not appealing in the slightest. Although, I do believe the majority of trophies (a new concept Sony/Microsoft came up with) being dependent on online multiplayer left a rather sour taste.

Then came a long period of not playing games as often due to having a job and college and another job to tend to. I did get a PS4 and still played what I could. Thankfully, the spark of dopamine still kicked in whenever I played so it was still something I looked forward to.

I also had a Steam account and played Team Fortress 2 a lot. Valve's most popular hat trading simulator was the only multiplayer game I ever played and enjoyed! Quite a few hundred hours went into that game. I would go back to play it if it wasn't for the forsaken bot infestation plaguing the servers.

Oh that reminds me of the first Steam game I 100%ed, Whispering Willows! It was a simple indie game I decided to play for Halloween season. Actually, it was the atmosphere and little secrets you could find that unlocked achievements that kept me going for the completion. After that, I hit up Tell Tale's Guardians of the Galaxy and 100%ed that easily. Tell Tale has the same issue the Fable franchise has.

However, I never had that sudden click of wanting to 100% all games until I played Insomniac's Spiderman on PS4. The game was spectacular with the placements for collectables and incorporating them into the game's setting. Looking at the trophies on my Playstation Profile, I had a sudden thought of finishing as much of my game library as I could so I can have as many platinum trophies as I can.

Before my PS3 fried and deleted my files on the drive, I managed to get the platinum for all Sly Cooper and Infamous games. I also platinum Second Son on PS4. I may have to restart those games if I can't save my old PS3. Don't know what I'm going to do if I can't save it. Maybe be forced to buy a refurbished one or be doomed to PSN Premium 'service' ugh, hopefully won't come to that.

Remaining platinum trophies I earned on PS4 were from MediEvil, Spyro Reignighted trilogy (with the exception of Spyro 2), and Subnautica. That list is as long as my 360 one but I'm still working on it.

I'm also working on 100%ing Nintendo and Steam games. While there's no official reward for 100%ing Nintendo games, I'm still completing them because they're fun. Sometimes you don't need a trophy or ribbon to say you 100% completed a game... it would be nice but it's not needed.

The games I completed on Nintendo Switch were Luigi's Mansion 3, Island Savers (a free kid's game that looked simple and fun to me), and Fenyx Rising... Yeah, Fenyx is available on other consoles but it feels at home on Switch.

Meanwhile on Steam I worked on and completed Helltaker, Force Unleashed, Overlord Raising Hell and Overlord 2, and Alice Madness Returns... while there's no achievements or blue ribbon for those EA games, I still wanted to complete them and never touch another EA game for as long as I can.

So, including the recent blog posts I made about recent games I've completed, I have a sum total of 21 modern titles. For PS3/360 games I managed 10 completed games. GameCube had 8 and the only other completed game was on Sega Genesis. Giving me a total of 40 complete games throughout my life. I plan on making that number higher. But I don't know if I'll stick with making blog posts about them. Sure it's easy but it doesn't feel as enjoyable or fun as gaming is. I don't know... I'll probably be stuck on here until I figure something out.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

I'm sorry @sandiedog3 that your husband had prostate cancer💔. I do hope he is on the mend. Please forgive my delayed response, @skippyv20 I only (may 22, 2024) just happened upon these reblogs and comments.

I am all too familiar with the blessings and curses of robotic surgery. DaVinci is a star player in my industry and I'm grateful Canadians have benefited from the technology.

I'm sorry if readers found my opinions, comments, and illustrations offensive. My rant was in reference to the BP stories strategically circulated AFTER Catherine's cancer announcement. My intent was to question the timing and the motivation.

Search my blog and you will see that I'm all for Catherine and KC maintaining upmost privacy and dignity as they heal.

Some articles to their credit, alluded to the curioussness (my word) that KC was admitted to hospital (for an outpatient procedure) without any indication of how long he would remain. And yet, their own press reports were gaslighting the public to think the king was raising awareness (unlike the "secretive" Catherine) by choosing "transparency." Based on America's treatment for ENLARGED prostate (not malignancy), I could make the case that it was BP who was being secretive and deceptive.

Unlike your husband Sandi/Skippy, and the male readers or other loved ones on this blog, KC did NOT enter hospital with a diagnosis of prostate CANCER.

KC entered the hospital supposedly under treatment for ENLARGED prostate.

In America, at least in my area which is world renowned for medicine, it is rare to remain overnight to effectively treat an ENLARGED prostate. In fact, the condition can be treated with remarkable technologies inside the physician's office. It's frightening to think that the man who should have the best care in the world might have gone months without rectifying the situation in the physician's office. Anyone wishing to know more about the use of steam (and other modern technologies) to reduce an enlarged prostate can find a myriad of studies available online.

While Catherine's name was being dragged through the mud, I only noticed one reporter note the obvious: BP refused to share the King's projected length of hospital course.🤔

Instead, BP allowed the press to hail KC as a hero for sharing his diagnosis and Catherine was the villan for choosing to only share "abdominal surgery."

The truth is that KC's hospital course: reasons for admission and length of stay were clear as mud. Three (3) days in-patient for an enlarged prostate, even for a VIP---- Nope!

Initially I was content to mind my own business, until I was frosted by the release of KC's so-called "inpatient stories."

So, here's what I think: KC was admitted and coded for an enlarged prostate. Based on all the advancements for this particular condition, coupled with the private "clinic" accommodations on his properties, I have good reason to hypothesize that he was actually admitted because he was presenting with (cancerous) symptoms that required hospital technology, etc. The purpose of the admission was to perform the necessary biopsies that would diagnosis the cancer.

My use of the Foley catheter imagery collecting bloody urine from his penis was and still is to bring home the absurdity of the dapper, spoiled prince (now king) sitting down to chat (without undergarments) to his daughter in law who can't stand up straight, eat or drink, and might even be managing an uncomfortable Foley catheter of her own.

I just don't see Charles exposing himself (in such an immodest state) to his son William, let alone to Catherine. Now, did the dapper king Charles (who didn't have prostate treatment) saunter down to Catherine's room in his bespoke Savile Row jammies for a chat(s) prior to Catherine's discharge as he had to hurry up & wait for lab results and transport to yet another bloody test----I'll buy that.

But most importantly to me, and what I hope all readers can glean from my opinionated post, BP DELIBERATELY HELD BACK these stories of heart to heart chats when Catherine, his son and grandchildren needed them most: during the vulgar "where is Kate" craze.

Someone had these "stories" but chose to allow the gutter press (I'm looking at you Piers Morgan) to whip up a frenzy about whether or not Catherine was where she said she was, doing exactly what she claimed to have been doing when these bedside chats could have shut it all down.

It still stinks to high heaven.

Again, my REAL issue in the matter remains BPs timing. When Catherine announced her hospitalization, some in our community were suspicious about Charles yet again riding off the KP/Cambridge's coattails. At that time, I tried to believe the best. Although his hospital statement was and remains fishy fishy fishy, I actually shared that perhaps Charles was doing a good deed by entering hospital alongside Catherine. Perhaps he hoped his hospitalization would take the focus off Catherine and put it on him and on prostate health.

KC has NEVER even revealed the location of his cancer or type of therapies/treatments but they labeled Catherine and William as "secretive" and hailed king charles, "a new era of openess and transparency."

After the deafening silence from BP, Catherine's public cancer announcement was met with international acclaim. The star player who had been hung out to dry was suddenly the daughter in law of the king who advised her to speak blah blah blah blah blah...

I'm willing to be wrong, but it looked as though they remained silent until something could be gained from their input.

To anyone who has been touched by the prostate health of a loved one, you have my sincere sympathy---more compassion than I could adequately convey in this blog post.

I would like to graciously add that Canadian & British men might make for more accommodating patients (when it involves their manhood), than what we see here in the US. With all due respect to US men, even the most godly can be hell on walkers, 😫 particularly when it involves their private parts. Our US male patients aren't rounding the wards with catheters to chat at the nurses station, they are making the prescribed laps to get the bleep up and out of the hospital ASAP. I'm still a bit embarrassed by our male surgeons who boast about self-catheterization before a long surgery. TMI 😳

What is going on?

The Meghans bullied Charles's parents into an early grave. Now Catherine is ill because Charles won't discipline his darling boy and that daughter in law from hell.

The press knows Catherine never had a discussion with Sparry (or anyone) about his future children's physical characteristics and yet Catherine took the blame for Camilla.

They have been relentless in the bullying of a sick woman who was far more OPEN about her medical situation than the king in his two (2) sketchy press releases, but the press suddenly has glowing stories about Charles and his positive influence on Catherine.

Charles hasn't spoken about his own cancer, but he's taking credit for Catherine's courage and strength.

Not a peep out of BP while Catherine was supposedly AWOL, but suddenly they have "stories" to share.

Oh and no man is wandering around the wards of any hospital (even VIP) with a foley catheter inserted into his penis while his bloody urine is collected in a plastic baggie just to have heart to heart conversations with his daughter in law on the 1 of 3 days he's lucid. 🙄

Make it make sense.

[peach-and-bugs]

💚Bean Sprout - Lottie Matthews x fem!Reader💚

ch 1 - chapter 2 - ch 3

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: You've been happily married to Charlotte Matthews for some odd years now, but it feels like it's time to take a step in a new direction together... aka mama!Lottie

Warnings: suggestive conversation & implication, insecurity

Word Count: 1,346

A/N: Hello Loves, we're back with more Mama!Lottie! I kept this one on the shorter side compared to most chapters I write, but this one kinda ended pretty naturally and I didn't feel like forcing more into it. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 💚

Lottie Matthews Tag List: (open) @elliesjoints

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

"Bean Sprout" Tag List: @mistysswampmud @emilynissangtr

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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Of course, a much longer conversation was had, and after a few weeks of intense organization, you both moved on to talking with doctors about your options. You agreed together that you’d carry, seeing as you were younger. You’d argued that 34 wasn’t all that much younger compared to 38, but Lottie had only laughed, shaking her head. It had been some time now, and you'd had begun taking a wide variety of supplements as you started tracking your cycle to get the IVF going. 

On this evening, you were lying flat on your back on the couch, flipping through a binder of potential male donors that the clinic had given you to look through held over your head. Lottie moved into the living room from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of tea with her. She set one down on the coffee table in front of you before she tapped at your feet, silently asking you to scoot. You lifted your feet but didn’t look up from the binder. 

“This is so weird,” You grumbled. Lottie sat at the other end of the couch with her feet up on the coffee table as she moved your feet across her lap. 

“What’s weird, love,” she hummed, taking a sip of her still-steaming tea. She’d been brewing raspberry tea all week partly because of its boost for fertility but also just because she loved the flavor with honey. You sighed, turning through to another page of the binder, your eyes scanning over strange men’s faces and credentials for why you should pick them.

“Flipping through this book just to choose who we’ll use to make our baby,” you scrunched your nose at the wording with a scowl that made Lottie chuckle into her cup. “I wish you could just get me pregnant,” You mused under your breath as you flicked through the binder again, only to look away once more when you heard Lottie hum.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t think about that,” you perked up at the admission, dropping the binder to your stomach as you looked up at her with an arched brow. 

“Oh, have you now?” you mused with a wicked grin. Lottie realized her mistake and refused to look up from her cup, now taking another long sip in an attempt to shield her eyes. The binder was forgotten and slipped onto the coffee table as you moved from you’re lying position. You readjusted, sitting up on your knees beside your wife, the proximity being enough for her to feel your breath fanning over the skin of her neck. Still, she didn't look up, her eyes trained on the cup in her hands as she stirred it with the tiny metal spoon she’d brought with her. 

“Charlotte,” you murmured her full first name in that sing-song tone you so often use. She both loved and hated when you'd do that because, on the one hand, she adored the sound of her voice leaving your lips, but on the other, she knew what game you were playing. You grinned and took the cup out of her hands, moving to the coffee table beside your own because it had become quite offensive the amount of attention it was getting as opposed to you. You could hear Lottie swallow as you moved to straddle your thighs over her lap, arms looping ever naturally around her neck as you tilted your head with an innocent look. 

“Tell me about it,” you mused, batting your eyelashes as she looked up at you as though she’d been caught in your headlights. You ran your fingertips over her forehead, brushing away loose hair that obstructed your view of her, your ever-beautiful wife who’d grown shy at her admission. You knew Lottie had a lot of thoughts when it came to this pregnancy, not all of them being the most innocent.

She rarely ever talked about it, but it had come up long before. Before you were married, even when she had been very drunk one night, her loose lips had let it slip that the thought of her partner carrying a baby, well, specifically your baby, together, was quite exciting, but not only because of the anticipation. She’d felt horrible the next morning, having realized what she’d said, which led you both down a long rabbit hole of conversation to normalize and help her feel better, that thinking that way about your partner was completely normal, and you found the idea quite flattering. 

You knew that given the current conversation buzzing around the house, some of those thoughts and feelings could potentially be found fronting in her mind, though she hadn’t said anything about it till now. And though you now questioned her in a way that made it clear you also found her thought arousing, she held her tongue, keeping her fantasy to herself, much to your disappointment, but you weren't going to push. 

“Well, if you aren't going to tell me, at least help me pick a baby daddy, won’t you?” that phrasing caught her attention now, and you felt her arms snake around your hips, tugging you into her ever so slightly as her eyes found yours with a scrunch in her brow. 

“We aren’t calling him that,” there was a hushed harshness to her insistence that you relished in, biting your lip as you laughed. Without another word, you leaned in and kissed her lips but retreated before any heat could be added. “What was that,” Lottie asked, finally smiling with a curious crook in her brow.

“I like it when you get jealous,” you murmured, pecking at her cheek as you leaned away to reach for the binder again. 

“I wasn’t jealous-” she began to argue as you readjusted yourself over her lap, now letting your legs stretch over the couch as you’re back rested against the arm of the couch. Lottie’s right arm curled around your side while her other hand found its place comfortably over your thigh as you presented her with the binder. 

“Anyways, how do we even choose a doner when we haven't picked an egg yet,” Lottie asked, changing the subject. You pressed your lips in a frown. Neither of you had considered that portion yet. 

“I mean, it doesn’t matter to me. The doctor said we could use either of our eggs,” you recalled. You looked up at your wife to notice a fleeting unsureness in her gaze. “Does that worry you?” you blinked up at her. She faltered as she began to speak, her hand aimlessly starting to rub at your back as she considered her words. 

“I do worry about using my eggs, yes,” she eventually managed. You wanted to urge her to elaborate till it dawned on you. 

“Lot, are you worried about passing your mental illness to the baby?” She didn’t have to answer to verify your suspicion. “Well, we can always use my eggs and find someone similar to you as our donor. That way, it feels more like an even mix, you know?” you brushed your thumb over the apple of her cheek. “Plus, that’ll shrink our pool of candidates and make picking a donor easier,” She seemed relieved by how seamlessly you could solve her worries, though she still had concerns. 

“But I worry it’ll feel more like you’re having a baby,” she murmured, her eyes fleeting from yours once more. You turned her chin with your hand, giving her a scowled look. 

“Lottie. Regardless of who’s carrying or who’s dna is being used, this is our baby. Yours and mine because we’re the ones going through this pregnancy together, and we’ll be the ones raising this child when it’s done, ok?” She sighed, and you could feel her relax under your touch, taking your hand in hers to kiss your fingertips, silently giving you her thanks for understanding. You smiled, letting go of a satisfied breath through your nose before turning back to the binder. 

“Now help me pick a sperm donor so we can get this show on the road,”

[sunflowershouto]

promise (tobio kageyama x reader)

𝐚/𝐧: manga spoilers for kageyama post-timeskip. hope you enjoy! -leo

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: kageyama makes a promise 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluffy angst? bittersweet fluff? flangst? 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬: promise - ben howard my haikyuu masterlist

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

‧₊˚✩彡.

"You'll be cold in just a windbreaker."

You hummed in response to Tobio's gentle warning before heading for the closet to retrieve your winter coat.

He stood in the hallway waiting for you, hands already in his pockets, eyes desperately evading the boxes full of his belongings that lined the hallway.

"Are you ready to go, Tobio?" you called, stepping back out with your coat hanging off of you, scarf in your free hand.

He was still as he watched you draw near, hurrying to memorize the image in front of him, the way that you held yourself, the warmth in your gaze.

He was in love with you; that much he knew for certain, though he wasn't quite sure when it had happened, if it had been slow or all at once. He hadn't processed your question, and maybe he hadn't wanted to.

"Tobio?"

"Here..." He reached forward as you finished putting on the coat and began to help you with your scarf. His calloused hands were gentle as ever as he wrapped the wool loosely around your neck, the back of his hand lingering against your cheek for a moment before he drew it away. He nodded towards the door, and you both set off.

The walk up the hill to your spot was silent, but his hold on your hand remained tight the whole way up.

The winter's first snow was falling around you, speckling the ground in a white sheen, snowflakes catching on your eyelashes and in your hair.

Tobio's hand was warm, and you squeezed it lightly, a sigh crossing your lips and swirling up towards the sky in gentle tendrils of steam. You were almost there.

You reached the top of the hill with a heavy silence hanging between you, and Tobio felt guilty; guilty because he was wasting precious moments on silence, guilty because there was no doubt in his mind that he was leaving.

"Tobio..." you murmured, and his heart felt like it had seized in his chest. "How far away is Italy from home?"

"Nine thousand and six hundred kilometers." He knew that number by heart; it had been torturing him for weeks now.

"And you're sure?" You knew this was pointless, that Kageyama didn't do things that he wasn't sure about, and that you were only asking questions that you didn't want to hear the answers to. "You're sure you're leaving?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

There was a small grove of trees that circled around you, branches arching up high and twisting between each other, all stripped of their leaves with the onset of winter. This was the place where Tobio had asked you to be his girlfriend, the place where you'd had your first picnic and your first kiss, the place where he'd asked you to move in with him.

And he realized now, that this was the place where he'd fallen in love with you. Your little grove of trees at the top of the hill.

"I won't be gone forever, you know," he told you, bringing up a hand to cup your cheek, tilting your face upwards so that you'd meet his eyes.

"That's good. Forever is a long time," you sighed, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you melt into him. You want to stay here forever, just the two of you, you want to let the world pass you by, you want to cry and scream and beg for Time to just leave you alone, to let you be with this boy until the snow melts and the flowers bloom and you can wait for winter again.

He could see it in your eyes, now brimming with tears that he wiped away gently with the pads of his thumbs. It wasn't fair of him to ask you this, not when you were so bright and so beautiful, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Will you wait for me?"

"Is that even a question?" you laughed, shaking your head and finally giving him the smile that he had fallen in love with, the smile that he was so desperate to memorize.

He could only stare at you as he was torn apart by the adoration that tugged upwards at his heart and the guilt that settled heavily into his stomach. You were smiling now, but what about in a month? What about in two years?

What if he became a burden to you? What if-

"Tobio... It's okay," you assured him, taking his hand in both of yours. "We'll figure it out as we go. As long as you come back to me... We'll be okay."

He nodded, then pulled you close, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your forehead.

"I'll be here. I promise."

‧₊˚✩彡.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

NSFW Alphabet (N-Z)

Part 1 | Part 2

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female! Reader

Summary: A-Z of just smut (and some fluff).

Word Count: 1324

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male/female receiving), masturbation (male/female), overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, teasing, slight spanking, sex toys, cursing, language, mention of bodily fluids.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never ever do something that would hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

He had told you countless times that if there ever was something you weren’t comfortable with in bed or something was hurting that you speak immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

That man could live between your thighs if he had the chance. At every opportunity, he would search for your core to nuzzle his face in it and bring you earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasm with his master tongue.

Sam was close to bringing you to a third orgasm in some random room at the party the two of you were attending.

His mouth was sinful as he sucked on your raw and abused clit for how long you didn't know. You lost track of time how long you've been spread out for him on some random surface as he was on his knees. The short dress you were wearing made it easy for him to have access to all of you.

“I-I don't th-think I can d-do one mo-more baby.”

“Just one more. Just one more for me.”

“Shouldn't we go back to the party? People must wonder where we are.”

“I don't care. I don't like the food there. This here is much better. Now cum for me one last time.”

He wouldn’t say no to an offer from you in sucking him off. He just wishes sometimes you would have picked a more appropriate time to do so.

“Her? Now?” Sam questioned as you were on your knees trying to undo his pants. The two of you were at a party, and you had gotten the sudden urge to feel him on your tongue, so desperate to taste him.

You had pushed him into some random small broom closet. The crowns of people outside having no idea what was going on just a few meters from them.

“Yes now. Do you not want me to?” You asked innocently as you grabbed his dick through his underwear. “N-no, I want to. Please keep going… fuck.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s been angry and frustrated that day, it’ll be more rough than usual. You could feel him take that little bit of frustration out on your body as he fucked you hard and fast from behind.

Not that you mind. It was terrible to admit, but you loved those times when he got home from his day a little angrier. Your thighs clenching together in knowledge that he would handle you roughly in bed.

Your head was buzzing as Sam fucked you into oblivion from behind. He had gotten home frustrated and in desperate need to release some steam. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly in your palms to keep you grounded from his abusive thrusts.

His palm continuously left harsh slaps on your ass cheeks as he fucked you deeply into the mattress.

It didn't take long for both of you to release. His hands held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you just a tad longer after the orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If there really isn’t time for foreplay and exploring each other, he has nothing against a quickie if one of you is in a rush.

“We don’t have time for this Y/N! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”

“10 minutes is more than enough, Sam! We just need to be very quick.”

The rush to get his pants down as well as your underwear under the dress down was immense as you only had a few minutes to bring each other pleasure before you had to leave for the fancy gala both of you were attending.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s up for exploring new possibilities in bed if that’s what you want.

New positions, maybe some toys that could be used to enhance both of your pleasures.

If you were game, he was as well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You have sex almost every day. That man can last as long as he wants and is good to go for 2-3 rounds. You don't understand how in the fuck he does it. It's like a secret superpower he has. He mainly uses it to his advantage when he wants to tease you to the fullest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There won’t be that many toys that are used. Sam always says that his mouth, hands, and dick are the only toys that are needed in the bedroom.

Once in a while, he will ask you to fuck yourself with the dildo in your drawer while he watches intensely.

“Please, Sam, can you just come and touch me?” The drive of the toy inside yourself was good, but it would never please you in the same way Sam did.

“No, no. I want to watch. You’ll get me later. Now show me what you do to yourself when I’m not at home.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

There is teasing to some degree, but he mostly wants to get right on.

But those few times he does actually want to tease you, he’ll take his sweet time in doing so, driving you absolutely insane with need.

“No… please,” the pathetic plea for him not to deny your orgasm again was bringing a smirk to his expression.

“Shhh… I’m not done with you yet,” he said as his fingers were inserted in you once again to build you up. Was he going to allow you to let go this time? That would be left to see when the time came.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud at times, but mostly he’ll just let out grunts and moans of your name on a repeated loop. It became more evident just as he’s about to finish inside of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam loves drawn-out foreplay when he has plenty of time to spare.

He takes good care in preparing you and making you cum at least once before he’s even put his dick in you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen how he walks? He’s thick and long, and he knows how to make you absolutely crazy with it. The way he holds himself just screams big dick energy.

You’ve been together for years, but you still can’t get used to his length inside of you, and you doubt you ever will.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s always ready if you are. He’s not joking when he says he wants you 24/7, 365 days.

Even when the two of you are tired but still horny for one another, you will find a way to pleasure each other.

The two of you were laying on your sides, Sam’s chest pressed tightly against your back as his dick was driving itself in and out of your tightness.

It was early in the morning. The two of you were as tired as could be but the need to feel each other was intense.

It wouldn’t be long until the two of you released all over each other. On the bright morning, none of you would be able to hold on for long.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always takes care of you before his eyes close for sleep. Washing you, cuddling you, running a bath for the two of you to relax in.

He can’t sleep unless he knows you have been appropriately taken care of.

“Good night, sweet girl. I love you.”

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[whiskeyfox]

Feeling kinda soft so a post cannon XuanYin AU

After everything He Xuan would sometimes wonder the mortal realm for a change of scenery. He kind of watched times change like this as well.

Some days He Xuan would sit on a step with a steamed bun watching kids play, other days he would get coaxed by the wives of stall owners in to maybe marrying their daughters but their efforts were always fruitless as the tall handsome man would say he already had someone.

After a while a gold ring started adorning He Xuan's fingers, but nobody ever saw the man with his lover. As time went by He Xuan would still sometimes sit there and watch children play, there was something about soft toys that has come around and the man couldn't understand it, they looked crude and poorly made but it brought so much joy to the children.

Standing up, He Xuan dusted himself off and started to make his way through the town, trying to find a quiet spot where he could draw his array to go back to the Ghost City, but before he even reached his destination he stopped at a stall, just at his eye level hung plush black cats, with buttons for eyes and nose, they were poorly made but were somewhat cute nonetheless.

He Xuan must've been looking at it for a while because the female stall owner approached him, took the plush down and practically shoved it in to the mans hands, she gave him a knowing smile and then went about her business of serving other customers.

He Xuan looked at the plush in his hands, running his thumb over the little fabric head as as the corner of his lips tugged upwards ever so slightly. Looking up, He Xuan finally went ahead and found a place that was placid enough and didn't get much foot traffic from other patrons of the town.

The change of scenery was like a slap in the face, but for some it was a gulp of fresh air. Not for He Xuan though, he always felt like the Ghost City was too frantic, ghost would constantly argue or fight, and the Ghost Kids were not the same as human kids.

Pocketing the plushie, He Xuan straightened his back and started to make his way through the city while keeping an eye out for a certain officer. They should've exchanged communion array passwords, but no matter how many times they attempted to something would come up, either a fight would break out in the ghost city, Hua Cheng would call He Xuan or one of them needed to help Xie Lian.

He Xuan didn't blame the couple, but circumstances just never allowed it, it usually led to a hasteful kiss and one of them would be off. But now that he needed to find the other, He Xuan cursed for not having the communication array password.

The search didn't take long though, because the officer was soon spotted making his way through the crowd, he kept his head held higher now and when the other spotted He Xuan, a shy smile tugged at the former gods lips and he went over.

Meeting midway He Xuan pulled out the plus and placed it in YinYu's arm instead, "A human in the mortal realm gave it to me, I have no need for it." He spoke, his tone steady, but the ocean blue eyes were still focused on the plush in its new owners hands.

YinYu was caught off guard to say the least but he looked at the plush and back at He Xuan. One step, two and three, the former god very carefully, he was still a bit unsure how comfortable he himself felt with physical touch, hugged the calamity in front of him but soon let go taking a step back, "Thank you, I shall treasure it."

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Aaaaa this came out longer than expected but oh well, I shall proof-read it in the next day or two. But I'm in my feels ;-;

[ignitification]

All for Outsourcing

Alright  so, this post is going to be a long mess. I was just thinking and asking myself why does this panel trigger something in me. 

What we see clearly explained is that a. AfO wants to hijack Shigaraki’s body after All Might has destroyed his; b. AfO wants OfA; c. AfO has incentivised Shigaraki’s hate and rage for all his life in order for Shigaraki to actually be able to undergo his transformation into AfO and to overwrite the will of OfA souls in order to take possess of OfA; d. AfO has understood that he, in his body, could never actually take possession of OfA on his own (because he likely missing in his soul); e. Emotions play a big factor in the Quirk activation/strength. 

I talked about AfO and his mask, and shallowly about his character right at the beginning here. But Hawks's remark about him not stopping smiling even for a second, and the hypothesis that maybe AfO does not feel hate (or anything for that matter) spiked my attention even more, because this is the sort of further proof that AfO, in the end, has worn his mask in so long - that he likely dissociated from his persona as a Shigaraki.  In particular, this paragraph (taken from the linked post) writes:

[...] However, there are some clues here and there which tell us that as powerful and atrocious AFO may have been in the past (even more than now), he is not only a big mastermind but he is obsessed by certain ideas and values and he has warped them so much that behind that mask of villain, of AfO, there is nothing left of human in him. That he is unredeemable and that the loss (or lack) of his facial features [potato face] might be an externalisation not only of the experimentation and the salvaging that the Doc has done on him, but as well of the blurred line between his human part (older brother who wanted, even with the abuse and the abominable things he has done, to ‘save’ his little brother) and the part that defines him as AfO.

Indeed, it does not make sense that AfO, with his 'dream' being becoming the next Demon Lord, would need a piece in order to accomplish his goals. It does not fit the thematic of AfO being selfish and caring only about his own interests (argument which I am afraid can be debunked by his life long partnership with Ujiko and the fact that despite he inhuman treatment he subjected Yoichi to, he still gave him a stockpiling Quirk, however weak and controversial they might be).

AfO is like a circle: he begins and ends with himself.  It is abundantly made clear how he does not care, not really, about what is on his path: he didn't care about mistreating his brother, he didn't care about saving Shigaraki, he didn't care about All Might surviving their encounter -  because it all defies his personal view of the world as his playground.

Of course, this reasoning comes back to Hawks argument: that he does not feel anything (nor hate, nor love - he does not have any morals) and that's exactly why his Quirk is the only thing he relies on. AfO knows perfectly how other than that, there is nothing else to him: he just wants, he just needs and it is others' responsibility to satisfy his needs (if he cannot strive for it alone, as in the case of OfA).

The fact that it took AfO so long to realise that he had to use a vessel to accomplish his mission, might have to do also with the fact that the ones holding onto the power the longest were Shinomori (who held it for 18 years, hiding) and Toshinori, before passing it to Izuku. Which means that the power had been transferred to individuals in rapid succession, and AfO had little time (or will) to investigate on how to obtain the power (without forcing it through his Quirk) and rather focused on eliminating the threat OfA as an embodied power represented. In this case, it is highly likely that it is after or during Nana's period that AfO realised how important emotions were, and how family could be such a perfect emotional ploy (and this was likely due only to the fact that Nana tried so hard to hide her family). After all, he, as himself, as a Shigaraki, did not feel anything in the first place - and he likely thought that what he was doing steamed out of brotherly love, or concern - while in reality AfO has been weaving the threads of his egoism since the beginning. An egoism born out of the only possible concern that he might had experienced: the one for himself. We see it in the simple statements he makes throughout the manga; he is never shown angry, pissed or disappointed - but instead he has a serene, mysterious aura around himself reeking of devil intent.

What is worse in this scenario, however, is that AfO throughout identifies with his quirk.

And on a personal level, I think that point e, has all to do with this identification. The thing is, AfO's Quirk presupposes (but does not limit) him to be selfish. After all, even the name is just a short story on how AfO's like might have been since the beginning and how he adjusted to the pace of wanting to have it, and then having it - having power over someone else, and have nothing to account for/to.

As AfO is not a man anymore, and does not feel anything unless it is related to the quirk, he becomes his figure and shadow. It has no limits and bounds when it comes to darkness: a lost figure in his own ideals and principles (maybe dreams) that have nothing to appeal to but his villain side, because there is nothing left. And as Horikoshi is a man that lives for the sake of a (questionably) good parallel, it is not far-fetched to see how since the beginning Izuku should have served a foil, and also as a contrast breaker with AfO. More than AM, Izuku embodies the unselfish desire to save others, to give (contrasting to take) and to trust. AfO is the epitome of taking for himself, and to destroy for a personal reason - being trusted and revered. Furthermore, Izuku is himself a vessel for OfA, and his other Quirks open him the world of heroics, where on the other hand - we see AfO being the one taking other Quirks for the selfish reason to take, and that's all there is to it.

Another parallel - which comes across as fitting, even if for a mere split second, is the one with Muscular. Muscular - or Gotou Imasuji - has nothing else but his bloodlust, his will to live at his prime and the will to express his aggressive vein in the most destructive way possible. But even on this account, Muscular appears way too emotional for AfO (and maybe this could be one of the reason AfO does not have any need for him? Because he does not have a higher goal, and there is nothing which AfO might offer him, which he couldn't obtain by himself or through his quirk?).

Coming onto the main point of this post: if AfO needs Shigaraki for the only reason to steal OfA, because he himself cannot possibly accomplish it and the conversation among the Top 3 hints at the fact that this might have to do with something missing in his soul (or in my guess, emotions - on which Quirks highly depend) which prejudices his possibility of hijacking OfA, thing that he hadn't realised until OfA stabilised itself in Yagi - (and here my best guess is that AfO entirely lacks the emotions of empathy, compassion and love, passing through the possibility of Alexithymia, which would be interesting to explore, in regard to how Quirks affect mental health of every individual) - and taking into consideration how unaffected AfO is by the external conditions that he experiences, and the fact that hate is one of the strongest emotions which can be felt, as raw as it is (and we know how AfO groomed Tomura into festering the negative emotions because he needed them to be strong enough to overwrite the positive feelings on eight people at the least) - it is safe to assume that AfO's downfall will be tied to his soul-missing piece and to his former identity as a Shigaraki? Is this a very complicated foreshadowing to tell us that, contrary to other villains and especially Tomura, AfO is bound to go down exactly because he has never experienced negative feelings, (hate, pain, despair, rage) and has never touched his hand (sorry, I did not intend the pun) how there is something desperately wrong with the world he lives in?

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Skeletons and Whatnot.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I feel like this is rubbish, but I also feel like it’s not. 50/50 (1.6K words - might come back to edit it tomorrow)

Also you can see how tired I am (it's 4:30AM) I mean what is this title??? GOOD NIGHT.

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"That's not possible. Check again."

"But I already did! Like a million times!"

"Adam, I swear to God-"

"Alright, alright…" Your colleague mumbled, turning on his chair to run the data yet again.

While he sat on the chair, looking through files he didn't have a clue about, you were leaning against the wall and shaking in your boots. Your heart hammered and your palms felt clammy.

Not possible. I killed him.

"No look it says right there," Adam declared; proud of himself for being able to gather information like this on his own. "Some girl named Lucy Riggs pawned a gun she got off some guy named Jon Prescott.

You squinted your eyes at the information that made no sense. "Get to the point."

Adam visibly swallowed, "Turns out the guy's name isn't Jon. Shocker. It's actually Parker Torres."

Your blood ran cold at his words. A million thoughts raced through your head. You wondered where he was, what he was doing… The questions that evaded your mind are usually normal, but here, when you thought about the dark man of your past, the questions seemed to be anything but normal.

"What about the gun?"

Adam clicked away until a picture of a metallic gun popped out. "Smith & Wesson Model 64 revolver."

Next thing you knew, a chain of vulgar profanities escaped your mouth, and you couldn't stop them. Ruzek's eyes widened ever so slightly at your lack of composure. "Mind telling me what this all about?"

You took a deep breath. "My skeleton escaped the closet."

***

The lack of information you found within the last couple of days was mind blowing. The only lead you had was the gun that wasn't even in your possession, having gotten lost in a misfit of undocumented sales.

Lucy wasn't of help either. The poor girl just wanted to get rid of her husband's gun, saying everything but useful information along the way. "If he wants a gun, then he better get a good one… A new one too! I don't want that piece of garbage in my house. God only knows who used that gun!" Lucy told you, just 48 hours ago. Those exact same words.

She was right about one thing.

That dammed gun went through so many hands and took double more lives.

And you didn't even have a lead.

"You look like crap," Kevin Atwater teased, handing you a steaming cup of coffee.

You didn't even manage to smile, looking at him through your shades that were, so far, doing a great job at concealing the bags under your eyes from the world.

"Rough night?"

"Mhmm."

Kevin didn't know that you no longer lived with Kelly. The temporary solution to your problems turned out to be moving back to your own place. Putting Kelly in harm's way, no matter how much he thought otherwise, was something you didn't want to do. The comfort of his bed and body were replaced by a thin blanked and an uncomfortable dining chair.

Dozens of glass decorations were laid out all over your apartment. On every window still, next to every door… On every surface, really. You slept on the dining chair 5 yards from your front door with a pistol strapped to your back, a shotgun under the chair and a rifle wrapped around your two arms, acting as a teddy bear for every time you dozed off.

Friends from Interpol would call here and there, with nothing more than sad news.

Hank Voight was pulling out every contact from his little notebook, but not even they could solve your years long case.

You wanted to throw up.

"Hey Kev."

"What's up?"

"You still friends with that FBI agent?"

***

"Second floor clear," The grip on your radio loosened after the second you needed to inform your team about your situation had passed and you moved on upstairs. You could hear them respond in the same matter as you held your gun with both hands and carefully climbed up the stairs.

You didn't let a sound slip your lips as you trekked the stairs up to the very last floor, save for the attic. For a drug house, everything was eerily quiet. It didn't feel like someone left in a hasty hurry.

It felt like as though there was no one there in the first place.

Your need to report that to your Sergeant faded away quickly once you saw smoke. It seized your full attention within a few seconds.

Smoke grenade was your first guess. Nasty things but nothing new.

That was, until you took several steps closer and the smell of the source journeyed through your nostrils. It clicked in your head immediately. Three years of being a squad lieutenant's girlfriend can do that to you. The scent of fire is nauseating and sweet, putrid and steaky, or something like leather being tanned over a flame. The smell  of it can be so thick and rich that it's almost a taste. Kelly's words rung in your head, and  you pulled your radio to your mouth.

"Call CFD! There's a fire on the third floor!" You informed, shielding your eyes. "Stand down! I repeat –"

Things went black after those words.

***

"We have a detective trapped on the third floor," Voight informed the first responders. "That's where the fire started."

Wallace nodded, "Squad 3, take the third floor."

Unlike Wallace, who had found his source of information in Voight, Kelly Severide had found it in Jay, who stood on the street visibly stressed. "Jay where's Y/N?"

Jay frowned, "She went to scope ahead. She was on the third floor when the whole place just blew up…"

"She could be unconscious right now," Kelly muttered. "Squad 3 let's go!"

Kelly Severide was already in the burning building when Chief Boden found out just who was trapped upstairs. "Dammit."

***

"Y/N?!"

Kelly's patience was thinning by the second. Knowing that his time is limited and that the place could blow in a stronger matter at any moment, he paced toward your unconscious body expeditiously.

Noticing the angry streak of blood that came from your nose had his heart in his throat. You were twisted in a way not normal for a human body to be in, catching him off guard the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Despite all that, Kelly still swooped in to grasp your limp body in his arms.

The stress of the last few days he went through didn't come close to a match with this very moment. "I'm coming down chief!"

For a moment Wallace wanted to bark back, but he bit his tongue. Love makes people do crazy things.

He knew that better than anyone.

"Get the hoses ready!" Boden announced and turned to the Intelligence.

"She'll be okay."

***

You were okay.

Maybe even better than you thought possible.

"Kelly wake up."

You smiled cheekily at doctor Mannig, who stood by your hospital bed, waiting for Kelly to wake up with the same thin line of patience as you.

You woke him up with a slap to his shoulder.

Natalie was beaming, her eyes sparkled despite the fact that she was the doctor to the most heavily guarded patient in the whole city of Chicago. "I think congratulations are in order."

"What do you mean?"

She winked before handing you the tablet, "You're 11 weeks along Y/N. Congratulations you two."

You shook your head wildly and pressed a palm to your mouth, acting out what your defense mechanism wanted you to do. "Oh God…"

"Really?" Kelly asked next to you. He had already grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly, holding you to the ground of your new reality. "Are you for real?"

She nodded, "The tests don't lie. I'm so happy for you two."

Natalie hugged you both closely before disappearing back into the crowded ER.

"Hey," Kelly murmured, grasping your chin with his index finger and thumb. "What's wrong? You're not happy? I thought…"

You shook your head immediately, stopping him from saying something that was untrue. "No, Kelly… I'm really happy."

Two heartbeats within one body. Your body.

A child that was going to take after you and the man you loved most in this world…

You felt so incredibly lucky at that moment.

Yet so guilty.

"Our baby could've died today…"

Fresh onset of tears attacked your eyes, pushing through until the moisture was dripping down your face, and you tried to muffle the hiccups with your hands. Everything started to make sense.

"Baby you didn't know…" He tried to calm you.

You shook your head violently, dropping his attempts into the water. "I should've known better. We didn't use protection... Then I felt so sick last week."

"Y/N-"

"But I was so obsessed with Parker Torres that-" You couldn't even finish the sentence because the guilt turned into anger. "God I'm so stupid!"

"Babe, look at me," Kelly's voice hardened yet the hands with which he cupped your face were gentle and comforting. "You didn't know, so none of this is your fault. If you knowingly went in there that's when it would have been your fault."

He kissed your tears away and gave you the softest smile ever. "Do you want to have this baby with me? Because if you don't, we can…"

You stopped him with a kiss.

You were venerable in the moment of the kiss, yet you never felt more at home. In this kiss is the promise of years of love and the sweetness of life. No one mattered at that moment. Not Parker… Not anyone. Only you two and the vow you just shared.

The next few weeks will be hard, that much you knew. You were introduced to a new reality and priorities shifted. The hunt for your skeleton will continue in the hands of the people you trust most and as months go by the light will greet the darkness of your tunnel.

But the next few years, you see nothing but light and happiness.

No skeletons to torture your life, but a baby and a soulmate to make it better.

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