#though i think i wanna go back to the rooftop scene first before i post ab her stuff in ch82

[lemongogo]

[asset35-maya]

.When the party’s over.

>REINITIALISING…

>ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE

>WIRELESS CHARGING: 69%

>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: STABLE

>24H FILE RECOVERY: 45%

Nines slowly regained consciousness. He was lying on his side and everything around him was quiet.

>ENVIRONMENTAL SCAN IN PROGRESS…

>THREAT ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS…

Layers of fabric covered his body and something soft and warm was pressed against his face. Eyes still shut, he nudged it gently with his nose and it emitted a low vibration.

>2% THREAT DETECTED: FELINE SUBJECT

The cat sprang upwards and hopped off the surface that Nines was lying on. It was ostensibly a bed, but Nines didn’t own any furniture apart from a couch and work table. The logical conclusion was that he was not in his own apartment.

>RUN LOCALISATION PROGRAM: Y/N?

>Y

>ERROR: PROGRAM FAILED TO EXECUTE

>ERROR: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTION

Nines had no absolutely recollection of his whereabouts or how he had arrived. He had not been compromised as his system health was stable, so there was probably another reason for being completely disoriented. It was voluntary.

He had gotten the android equivalent of blackout drunk.

It was not the first time and he feared it would not be the last. Such were the hard-partying ways of his friends and colleagues. They were all terrible influences. He loved them dearly, but they were terrible.

At 6PM every Friday, Chen and Miller would start things off rather innocently. “Hey there’s a new brewery downtown.” Or “My bartender cousin just hooked us up with a thirty percent discount!”

From there it wouldn’t take long for the DPD’s resident frat boys Connor and Gavin to gather a steady crowd of officers and check out the venue. If the vibes were good (which they almost always were), Sixty would get wind of things. Then the rest of the frat house would descend and total chaos would reign until the break of dawn.

SWAT Unit 32 was famous for its particularly destructive brand of revelry. Skinny dipping in private swimming pools, scaling skyscraper rooftops and causing media scandals were all par for the course. The day after Captain Allen’s birthday, the DPD crew spent the entirety of their bonuses to repair the collapsed ceiling of the Eden Club.

Nines couldn’t remember how he exactly he was coopted into the madness. Probably peer pressure. Connor insisted that he try thirium alcohol. Sixty said that he would regret being a loser and not joining them. Gavin had just held out a hand and double-winked. That did the trick.

One night blended into another and soon Nines had worked up quite a reputation of his own. He was the Casanova of the homicide department. The handsome devil… the hunter… the sex god. People would actually come by his desk and congratulate him on Monday morning.

Nines hated it but he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same thing over and over. Perhaps it was the appreciative clap on the shoulder from Gavin the morning after Sixty posted photos of a high-end Traci model giving Nines his very first lap dance.

Life at the DPD was the epitome of work hard, play hard. It seemed like one big party but deep down Nines knew they were all just slaves to their compulsions. He wondered whether it was because they needed to celebrate every demon they vanquished or whether they needed to wipe the troubling memories of doing so.

In Nines case, there were definitely things he needed to kill within himself. Some were nightmare inducing crime scenes, but some were memories so heart-wrenchingly sweet that he thought he might self-destruct if he were to dwell on them too long. There were things he couldn’t have and things he needed to erase from his brain.

Something touched his face gently.

>PERIPHERAL OBJECT DETECTED: HUMAN HAND

>THREAT ANALYSIS: NON-COMBATIVE

The hair on his forehead was brushed aside and fingers ran over his features. A thumb swept over his bottom lip and caressed his cheek.

Nines couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and come face to face with his most recent conquest. He lay still, frozen with regret as the hand continued to stroke his face.

The hand travelled down his neck and fell upon his chest. Nines caught it abruptly. It wasn’t even the month-end and his savings were badly depleted. He couldn’t afford round two. He retracted the synth skin down to his wrist and prepared the electronic payment credentials.

Fingers merely intertwined with his.

“Just take your money and go. I’ll tip extra if you delete everything from your hard drive.”

“What the phck are you talking about?”

Nines eyes flew open. Steel blue met storm green.

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP OVERLOAD

“Fuck!”

“Wow that’s flattering.”

Nines pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes in a vain attempt to remember what had led to this absolute, unmitigated disaster.

“What the hell happened last night?”

Gavin looked affronted.

“You ruined our housewarming for one.”

>MEMORY ARCHIVE SEARCH: housewarming, Gavin

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “G.REED” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:33 18 JULY 2040: Assholes. Party at our new place. Next Friday. From seven till LATE. Bring booze, bring bitches. Nah. Actually, don’t. Our landlord’s a bastard and we already got three noise complaints.

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “CONMAN” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:34 18 JULY 2040: Yeah we should keep this one PG. Bring food if you wanna eat. This mf can’t cook and I don’t care to. See y’all!!

Oh right. Fuck. Gavin’s housewarming. Gavin and Connor’s housewarming. His two closest friends who were somehow even closer to one another. Nines hadn’t realised until it was far too late and there was nothing for him to do but smother the bitterness with his favourite coping mechanisms: android alcohol and paid sex.

The circumstances definitely explained the state he was in, but things still didn’t add up.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did we… did we…”

“No. Nothing happened between us. You were completely shitfaced. I just put you to bed to stop you from embarrassing yourself.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling, struggling to put the pieces together. His system offered him no useful prompts. The fermented thirium had done its job of code corruption extremely well. He looked back down and met the green eyes focused on him with deep concern.

“What did I do?”

“Sixty has videos, but I don’t think you want to see them. God, Nines… why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I’m really sorry, Gavin. I didn’t mean to ruin your night… and Connor’s.”

“He’s fine. He and Sixty moved the crew to Hank’s place. Which is what we should have done in the first place… there’s really no point throwing a party in this shoebox and telling people like Tina Chen to be quiet. Honestly if it wasn’t you it would have been her bringing the house down. Good thing they had all of Michigan Drive to tear up. Hank’s neighbours can sleep though a bombing.”

“What did I do?”

Gavin put his hand back on Nines’ face, his expression unintelligible. The human touched him often enough, but never like this. Never so intimately. Nines forced down the twisting sensation in his torso. He couldn’t get his hopes up. This was pity.

Nines braced himself to hear the worst. He prepared for the shredding of all his dignity and the collapse of his falsely extroverted and confident identity.

What came though was a soft press of lips to his forehead.

“It wasn’t pretty and I wish it hadn’t happened like that, but I think it was a long time coming… I’ve never seen you so emotional before. I’m sorry I didn’t notice anything all this while.”

“Gavin, please.”

“I’m going to focus on the positives, because really… there were a LOT of negatives. Oh boy. You… uh…”

“Gavin.”

The detective dipped his head and looked away.

“Phck, I shouldn’t be so embarrassed…

You told me you loved me.”

Nines closed his eyes. That was it. He should quit his job and move to another state. Hell, he should go to Cyberlife and request a factory reset on compassionate grounds.

“I’m so sorry. I… I should leave.”

He made to sit up, but was pushed back into the mattress. Gavin curled into his side.

“Nah. You’re good.”

“What?”

“You threw up on my plants and smashed Connor’s RA9 sculpture, buuuut you’re good.”

“I don’t understand.”

Gavin wrapped his arms around Nines and edged closer until the android was forced to turn on his side and reciprocate.

“What do you think, genius? If a guy like me doesn’t throw a guy like you out of the house after all that… what does it mean?”

“That you have a high tolerance for toxic friendships?”

“It means I want you to stick around, dipshit.”

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP RATE FLUCTUATIONS. OVERLOAD IMMINENT.

“You mean you like me?”

“Of course I do! I always have, but it never seemed right to bring it up. We’re actually really good friends. I didn’t think it would be possible when we first met but we have so much in common.”

“Bad habits for sure.”

“Come on, Nines. We’ve had a really great time together. Some of my best memories at the DPD are with you. Don’t ever quote me on it but you’re a phcking amazing partner. Can’t believe you thought I had something going with Connor when it’s always been you.

So yeah, I do like you. And I’m willing to try… I dunno… being with you. Like for real.

Stop drinking like that, though. I know I’m a hypocrite but you really scared me last night. I lost my Dad and I nearly lost Hank to the bottle. You might be this super advanced android, but that liquid courage shit is a death trap, man.”

>SYSTEM ERROR: THIRIUM PUMP AT MAX FLOW RATE. PUMP OVERLOAD. REDUCE PRESSURE IMMEDIATELY!

Nines nodded quickly and blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes. Gavin grasped the android’s chin and tipped his face down gently. Their eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and their lips met.

>SYSTEM RECOVERY MESSAGE: THIRIUM PUMP FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED

They broke apart after several golden moments and Gavin hugged Nines tightly under the sheets.

“What am I supposed to say to the others? I don’t think I can look any of them in the eye ever again.”

“Are you serious? You got nothing on the insanity that bunch is capable of. Sixty thinks he’s hot shit with his blackmail material, but I got receipts that’ll glue his mouth shut for decades. Anyway, that’s what friends are meant to be like. You have dirt on each other but you’re not meant to use it.

The same applies to us too, by the way. Don’t feel like you gotta be… apologetic about what happened last night. Yeah, you better replace my fancy new plants but I’ll never judge you for what happened. I want you to know that I’ll always be in your corner, Nines.”

Nines hummed thoughtfully and ran a hand though Gavin’s hair, marvelling at the fact that he could now do so whenever he wanted. He didn’t say anything in response, and just settled for cuddling closer to the human.

>>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: EXCELLENT

[smediumsmeatbae]

14 and 34 for Steve Rogers? If you are doing the NSFW prompts! No worries if you aren’t! Thank you

Thank you so much for requesting this! I apologize that this is so late. September was bonkers for me. Hope you like this! 

TITLE: A Hero’s Sacrifice  PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader  SUMMARY: Steve is always sacrificing himself for the good of the mission. What happens when he leaves his teammates high and dry? WORDS: 2,384 WARNINGS: Smut! No one under 18 plz. Swearing, angst in the beginning, bad smut writing *shrugs*. A/N: What??? K’s actually putting some writing out there??? Omg. :D This is my first smut with Steve and my first writing in about a month or so I think. So I’m a bit rusty. Also I suck at summaries so sorry. Lmao. Also, a special shout out to @angrythingstarlight. She has been a constant encouragement and companion through this really bad writing block. Thank you so much, sweet friend! No beta, all mistakes are my own. Please do not post this anywhere else without my permission Likes are amazing. Reblogs and comments are better. 

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 The crisp New York air kissed your cheeks as you stood on the rooftop of the Avengers compound. It was a quiet and clear night, crickets chirping softly in the background as the round moon lit the scenery before you and put everything in a hazy glow. This peaceful scene, however, did nothing to quell the anger and anxiety in your bones. The mission had been compromised. Your teammates and you barely got out with your lives, all because your leader, your captain, had to be a goddamn hero. 

Yes he was Captain America, yes he had saved the world hundreds of times. He knew how to handle himself. That didn't mean that he wasn’t infallible. And because he was your superior officer, because the moniker of Captain America demanded respect, there wasn't shit you could say to him. You wanted to punch him, wanted to scream at him, tell him he had been an idiot for running off alone, without a plan, leaving you alone with your teammates clueless as to what to do. 

A goddamn idiot. 

 Not that he'd listen if you could yell at him. Steve wasn't much for following orders if it meant a compromise to his values and morals. Normally, that was what you admired about him, what you maybe even found attractive about him, if you were honest with yourself. You couldn't think about that at the moment. The only thing that came to your mind when thinking about Steve was giving him a good knee to the balls. 

The access door to the rooftop opened and your ears perked up at the sound of it. You turned around, to see who it was. You couldn’t hide the huff from your mouth and the roll of your eyes as Steve came waltzing through. What could he possibly want with you? He knew that you wanted to be left alone when you came up to the roof. 

“Someone better be dying, Rogers.” 

You didn't bother turning around completely to look at him. Your stance was close guarded even before Steve came through the door; arms crossed, head down, scowl permanently etched to your face. Then, when he made an appearance, your whole body went rigid. He was the last person you wanted to see. 

“No, no one’s dying. I just…”  “Then you should know I want to be alone right now, Captain.” Your voice came out more harsh than you intended, the hurt and anger of your feelings oozing out into them. You couldn’t exactly say you were sorry for how you sounded, though. 

“Okay, I’ll just leave then.”   “That makes sense. You love just leaving, huh. You’re pretty good at it, Steven.” “Look, I just got chewed out for two hours by Fury. I don’t need it as well from someone who is supposed to be my friend.” “Your friend?” You spat. “Friends don’t compromise each other’s safety. Friends don’t leave each other hanging in the middle of a battle!” 

He hung his head in that moment and sighed out, putting his hands on his hips. Clenching and un-clenching his jaw, he looked at you as if he was trying to figure out what to say. He looked conflicted and sad and tired. All the emotions and physical exhaustion of the day was catching up to him. Well, you weren’t going to be the one to feel sorry for him. 

“While you’re trying to think of a comeback, Rogers, I’ll be downstairs. The air is getting too chilly up here anyway.” 

As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your arm opposite of him, blocking you from the door. His eyes were a mix of energies: anxiousness at the forefront, You had never seen him so vulnerable. 

“Hydra was there for me. To kill me.”  “Hydra… but the briefing didn’t say anything about Hydra agents.” You looked up at him, confused. “I spotted them as you and the team were taking down the enemy we actually came for. They were sleeper agents; highly skilled assassins. If I would have stayed there, they would have killed you all just to get to me. I had to draw them away.” “I can take care of myself, Rogers. You should have let us help you.”  “I couldn’t… I couldn’t let anything... “ His voice trailed off and he swallowed thickly as you looked up at him. Was he trying to hold back tears? “Steve…” 

Your hand absentmindedly reached out and cupped his cheek. Your body seemed to forget all together that you were still mad at him. You couldn’t contain yourself though. No matter how pissed you were at Steve, you knew when he needed you and you couldn’t deny him that. He looked at you then, a single tear falling from his eyes, more threatening to find his way down. There was something else there too, something that you couldn’t quite figure out until it happened. Steve’s mouth was on yours, needy and wanting, and also tender and honest. He pulled your body into his with one hand and put the other behind your head, keeping you close to him. 

 “I couldn’t let them have you, you’re mine.” Steve rasped against your lips as he parted away. Your breath was shallow and ragged, as if he had kissed all the air out of you. Leaning up, you kissed him again, this time more sure in your actions, letting him know you wanted this just as much as he did. Steve swiped his tongue along the bottom of your mouth, asking for access and you granted it to him, both of you exploring each other's mouths. Hands were wandering; your hands were tangled in his hair and his hands were moving closer to your ass. God you loved how he towered over you as he kissed you. How his broad shoulders seemed to swallow your frame in his embrace. You wanted more, you needed more. 

“Take me to your room.” You breathed out a whisper, breaking the kiss again. 

Your hands were clinging onto his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, closer to you. You had a desperation to feel him, all of him and if you stayed on that roof any longer, you were going to make that happen in front of all of nature and anyone who decided to also come up on the roof. 

Steve just nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the door. The sexual tension was palpable as you rode the elevator down to his floor and walked towards his room. There was this electricity between the two of you where before there was none. Steve and you had been friends before but he was your superior and while there weren't any rules about dating, he had a moral obligation to distance himself romantically from you. You accepted his decision and kept your distance as well, even if you did have a crush on him. Everything now, after you had both thought you lost each other, after all the intense emotions of the day, after the roof, his moral obligations didn't seem to bother him any longer as he was taking you to his room. 

Once there and the door had clicked shut, he was on you. His mouth slotted against yours, passionate kisses causing shivers to go throughout your whole body. You moaned in response, your hands sliding up his chiseled chest, making their way around his neck. His hands rested onto your hips, squeezing them and rocking them towards him slightly. 

"Been wanting this for so long." He purred as he stroked your back lightly with his fingertips. "You're so beautiful."  "Oh god, me too." You breathed, heat flooding your belly. 

You stood like that for a bit, arms and lips searching each other in the living room, taking each other in. He was so beautiful it sometimes made you ache just to look at him. Now, with his intense blue eyes looking at you, lust blown, you could see the want in his eyes as well. Hands a bit shaky, you took them and guided them down to the buttons on Steve’s oxford shirt, unbuttoning each one. You could feel his hot breath onto your skin as his hands nimbly pulled at your tank top and pulled it up, grazing your skin with his knuckles as he did so. Once his buttons were free, you lifted your arms to help Steve rid you of your shirt. Gingerly, as if you were going to break at the action, he cupped your breasts with one of his palms and lightly thumbed over your stiff nipples. 

“God, you're amazing.” He breathed as he captured your mouth again, still keeping a steady rhythm with his hands but you could feel him holding back. "More, Steve, please." You mewled into his mouth, scratching the back of his neck. "Don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart." He panted in between kisses. "'M enhanced, I can... take it." You urged out your words as Steve caught a soft spot on your neck. "Don't wanna chance it."  "I’ll take you against that fucking wall if I have to, Rogers." You frowned playfully and wickedly at him as you pulled away from his assault on your neck, with great effort. 

A growl ripped from inside him, something coming loose from your words. He picked you up with ease by your ass and started carrying you to where you assumed was his bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his slim torso, body on fire with his touch. His steps were heavy down the hall, making your core bump against him, and it made you even more hot for this man. This Adonis of a man was about to absolutely ruin you and you couldn't be more happy. 

Steve laid you down on the bed and wordlessly started to undress the bottom half of you. He pulled off your leggings and panties in one swift moment, causing you to gasp slightly at the action. You felt the air rush to your legs and between as well, signalling how wet you were. Steve groaned at the sight of you before him, glistening and ready. You sat up to lean on your elbows, biting your lower lip slightly, wanting to see all of Steve as he started to undress as well. The clink of his belt was like a song to your ears and you could already see his bulge straining painfully against his slacks. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he pulled down his pants and boxers, his erection springing free and bobbing below his belly button. A small, involuntary moan slipped past your lips as he leaned onto the bed, making his way toward you. You felt the dip of the mattress around your body as he hovered over you, his blonde locks coming loose around his face. You could feel the heat coming off of his body as his arms caged you in under him. 

Redistributing his weight, he leaned over heavily onto his right arm and took his other hand and ran it down your side. It felt delicious, him feeling all of your curves and you practically purred at the sensation as shivers flooded your body. He got to your lower thigh and hooked his strong arm around it, pulling it over his hip. The heel of your foot dug into his perfect ass as you braced yourself for him; you didn't know how much longer you could wait. 

“Steve, ple---” Before you could get another word out, Steve pushed the tip of him into you, causing you to let out a moan. “What was that, sweetheart?” He smiled cheekily at you. “Just shut up and start moving.”  “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned. 

He was gentle at first, letting you get used to his size. Then, once he knew you were ready, he started in on a brutal pace, snapping his hips into you with precision, taking you closer and closer to the edge. You spurred him on as well, demanding for Steve to go harder, faster, to let go. At one point, you were having to put your hands on the headboard above you to keep your head from slamming onto the wooden frame. Even though he was slamming into you at an amazing pace, you a moaning mess under him, he still gingerly swept your hair away from your sweat soaked face and kissed you, checking the look in your eyes to make sure you were doing okay. You would almost be endeared with it if you weren’t so fucked out. 

You could feel yourself starting to come undone, the pressure in your belly mounting like a roller coaster climbing up its first hill. Once you were over the hill, you yelled out in pleasure, your hands gripping tightly onto the rails of the headboard as you rode through your orgasm. You could tell Steve was close as well as his pace became erratic and his breathing was becoming labored. You took your hands off of the headboard and clawed at his back, staring him in the eyes causing him to moan out. 

“Come for me, Steve. You feel so good, baby.” You caught his shoulder in your mouth and bit down. 

He let go, letting out gasps of breath and shouting out, filling you up completely. It caused you to have another mini orgasm from the feeling of his. Sticky with sweat, and completely sated, Steve landed on the bed and rolled over to his side, taking the sheets and covering both of you with them. You rolled over to meet him, hugging his body to you as you laid your head on his chest. 

“Don't ever sacrifice yourself again.” You said so quietly that you thought he didn’t hear you. “Can't promise that, doll.” Steve replied as he lazily stroked your shoulder. “I know. Can’t blame a girl for trying though.” 

As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that he couldn’t. He would always be the man to make the sacrifice play, to be the one to lay down on the wire for his team. You know that you couldn’t, and wouldn’t change him, but there with your head on his shoulder, you took some comfort to know that he was there for now.

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Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep18

Was gonna post this days ago but I decided to do twewy-related stuff first lol.

Anyways, lots of pictures below again. At least 20, I think. Talks of ships below as well.

The last time we saw them, Iruma had jumped in front of the beast preparing to shoot a blast of magic in front of Ronove. Everyone else is worried but don’t know what to do cause if they tried to help, they’d get blasted, too. It seems though that Iruma himself has a plan.

Iruma plans to use Ali-san’s ability to swallow the huge amount of magic to eat the blast of it the beast is going to release saying he thought it was possible since Ali-san is the Ring of Gluttony. Arikured is surprised by this and complains at first but agrees he could do such a thing but Iruma's strength will be needed to succeed.

Remember that spell Iruma learned before about changing the appearance of something? Iruma uses that magic spell to turn Ali-san into this... cat thing. Giant cat thing idk so it could swallow the magic. Ali-san swallows the entire beast and let it explode inside him. Once it was over, the sky clears up, too. The plan totally worked and Ali-san is full!

Does this mean Iruma could use the power that got eaten from the beasts?

Trouble is over and Iruma gets together with his friends again. His friends were all worried about him though and Kalego-sensei came up to tell him he'd been reckless again. Iruma says he hasn't forgotten about what Kalego-sensei had said before at the home visit and that he had now finally understood what sensei meant. He was so used to danger due to almost always being in one himself that he never realized how bad such situations were until everyone else he cared about got affected. He adds that he gave it everything he's got even though he wasn't sure he'd even win because he wants to protect everyone and holding onto that ideal is part of his "desire".

I’m happy this arc helped some of them grow and show the growth of those who already have. Pretty cool.

Random screenshot but I just wanna direct your attention to fluffy Kalego-sensei who is being adorable right now. I cannot take him seriously when he’s like this and even when he’s angry, this form makes it look adorable.

Back to the story.

While all the mess is happening on the surface, Kiriwo-senpai has finally been found by the Six Fingers who are there to help him escape under the orders of Baal. The other escaping inmates are also in the area but still behind bars and Kiriwo-senpai tells them that he never planned to help them escape alongside him and never said he'd do such thing in the first place.

I kinda feel bad for them but they are also bad people so, eh.

Upon donning the same coat the Six Fingers' wear, one of the prisoners had the realization that unlike all of them there who are merely "bad", Kiriwo is actually "evil".

One of the Six Fingers asked why they couldn't just let the prisoners escape, too as it'll help in causing chaos and Kiriwo-senpai answers that seeing the despair the prisoners are gonna be in when they realize they'd never be let out despite going this far will be fun to see. Plus, they're not strong enough and will be caught again anyways.

I missed seeing Kiriwo-senpai’s evil hairstyle. It’s been a while. I guess this answers the question I had back in season 1: Kiriwo-senpai chose to be evil. Sad but I should’ve seen it coming.

Back on the surface, a parade starts and on the float are the heroes who saved Walter Park. While Iruma is properly mentioned, the owner, Rossevelt also shows off his son (Ronove does call him Legend-daddy as in the English word lol). The owner thanks Iruma for saving the park and calls him a hero.

They look alike except for the mustache and hair length. Anime genetics never fail. Does Legend-daddy also sing his own bgm?

Unbeknownst to our heroes, Kiriwo-senpai is around the corner watching the parade. He's surprised to find out that not only was Iruma also at Walter Park at this time but Iruma is also the one to defeat the beast. Instead of being angry at another evil plan foiled, Kiriwo-senpai says that this must be destiny and was happy to see Iruma. He was gonna walk out into the crowd but snaps out of this happy state by a call from Baal.

Senpai really blurs the line between love and hate cause he acts similarly when it comes to Iruma. Congrats to the fans of this ship for getting this scene and also, I still don’t know the ship name for them. How do I tag this?

Back to the phone call, Baal isn't happy that the park still stands. Walter Park is created to vent out demons' evil cycle after all and he has no need for that in his goals as he prefers that the demons go way beyond the evil cycle and just become ultimately evil. Unfortunately for him, the authorities are coming and they can't really do much else so he tells Kiriwo-senpai and the rest to escape already.

After being told to escape, Kiriwo-senpai says that this isn’t the end and declares that he and Iruma will meet again as they are destined enemies.

I guess in Iruma’s harem, he’s the “enemies to lovers” love interest lol.

Iruma looks at the direction where Kiriwo-senpai was but of course, he doesn’t see anything and he’s none the wiser.

Opera gives Iruma back his backpack at the float. As Iruma looks inside for his stuff, he finds the note his grandfather gave him of things he must do on his trip with the final one on the list being "Have fun with everyone!". Iruma looks at his smiling friends and thinks that even though a lot of scary things happened today, he still did have fun with them. Aww so cute!

Iruma gets reunited with his worried grandpa who goes to the hotel to check on him. Iruma says he couldn't go home early as Ronove's dad let them stay at the hotel as thanks for saving the park. Ronove’s dad adds that they are also Sullivan's students so he's happy to give them such things. Iruma tells his grandpa that he's happy and okay and that the teachers and Opera protected them. Grandpa Sullivan decided that the three adults would be given the job of protecting Iruma from now on (and Kalego-sensei felt a chill down his spine elsewhere in the hotel lol).

These two adults are the same. They probably won’t stop talking about their kids if you’re around them. Reminds me of FMA’s Maes Hughes (thought still makes me sad).

While the teachers are discussing information about the attacks, Kalego-sensei goes to his room to find his team on the bed making fun of the stuff he said earlier much to his annoyance. The boys said wanted to stay in the teachers' room as it's better than the room they got but Kalego-sensei quickly kicks them out.

The girls also get rewards and are allowed to get any clothes they wanted which made them happy. Ronove’s dad is pretty generous, huh? Like, I know these guys deserve it for all their hard work but the guy looks so happy that he’d probably still be nice to them even without all the trouble happening.

They are all also given an all-you-can-eat buffet. Iruma eats a ton of food obviously. Clara is having fun at the chocolate fountain thing and Ronove is trying to make Agares eat. Those two got close, huh? lol I wonder if Ronove’s doing this to try and make Agares unattractive or something. It’ll be cool if they became friends though with their very contrasting personalities and all.

While everyone is having fun inside, Iruma leaves without anyone else realizing except for Ameri who decides to follow. They end up at the rooftop by themselves with Ameri trying to calm herself down as she's thinking of romantic stuff as it’s just the two of them. Iruma then reminds Ameri of the question she asked him before about his goal and tells her he finally found one: he wants have fun with everyone. He's willing to change in order to be able to protect that ideal of his. Ameri is happy to see Iruma has grown.

Ameri decided that she also wants to give it her all for her own desires and ambitions. She then tries to tell Iruma something but sadly she gets cockblocked by Clara and Azz both appearing. Ameri gives up for now and tells Iruma to just go with his friends.

Before leaving, Iruma asks Ameri a question - the same thing she was going to ask him earlier! He asks if they could hang out sometimes but just the two of them and she passes out from this lol.

Congratulations to Iruma x Ameri fans for getting a scene like this, too. I also don’t know the ship name for them. Anyways, why is it just the senpais getting a moment with Iruma? Ameri has been getting a lot of moments, too and it’s making me wonder if she’s endgame.

lol also, Ameri is worried about the other female rivals not realizing there’s another threat somewhere else.

While all that teen drama is happening, both Romiere's dad and Iruma's grandpa are being interviewed on tv. The two men then tell everyone how their kids and those kids' friends are the heroes of Walter Park. Since Iruma's name had been specifically mentioned (with everyone knowing the heroes are "Iruma and friends"), there ends up being reporters outside the hotel wanting to see Iruma the next day. Iruma, of course, doesn't like this popularity. With the thought that there may also be reporters waiting at his home, Clara offers to let Iruma stay at her house.

Oooh... will we finally get Iruma x Clara and Iruma x Azz moments as well? Hehehe

There's something new in the ED video by the way! This used to be for Kuromu but now it’s for these boys! Cute!

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I’m guessing this is the end of this arc? I wonder what the last one will be since we only have like, what, 6 episodes more? What kind of arc will it be, I wonder cause this one had battles.

Okay, the end where the heroes are mentioned to be “Iruma and friends”, I’m happy and surprised that none of the others were bothered by this at all. No one complained about why Iruma is the only one specifically named. It didn’t cause a fight between the entire group unlike what would’ve happened if this was any other story. I get why Iruma got proper credit as he is the one to end the incident and saved everyone around from being fried but his friends did a lot of work, too and it’d have been better if they were all credited properly in the news. None of them were mad though and are happy that they won because they did their best.

Ronove calling his dad “Legend-daddy” will never not be cute and funny to me. His dad, despite being rich enough to own this entire park, isn’t an annoying, arrogant asshole and I like that. I’m happy that most characters in this show subvert my expectations and they make me like them more.

I’m sorry if I don’t tag ships in my mairuma posts but I don’t know any of the series’ ship names lol. Speaking of ships, as I mentioned before, Ameri’s been getting a lot of moments with Iruma or focus on her growing feelings for Iruma. Kiriwo-senpai only showed up a bit in this arc and got a bit for himself, too. Kuromu and Clara only had a bit when Iruma went evil cycle and I wonder if they’d get more, too. I personally ship him with Azz so I wish they’d gets some moments as well. Eiko gets hers mostly on the “Interval” segments.

So... is it possible to have a mairuma dating sim or not? Look at how many routes are available! XD

Anyways, focus next time is on Clara’s family probably with Iruma spending time there. I expect another Valac Family musical! XD

Thanks for reading!

[shih-coulda-had-it]

in sickness or in health

Notes: Post-Mr. Shimura & Kotarou, pre-relationship Nanahiko; beginnings of a sickfic (spoiler alert, it’s pneumonia). I just wanted to write about a kotatsu table.  Word count: 1,590

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It’s not that Torino Sorahiko has a delicate constitution, but Nana is very close to begging Chiyo to write a doctor’s note so Sorahiko is obliged to stay at home when the weather turns cold.

First he starts to sneeze, and then his voice begins to rasp, and suddenly Gran Torino is showing up to work while coughing his lungs out. Nana usually has to wait him out; the instant he falters mid-air, Nana smoothly swoops in and excuses him for the rest of patrol. For the rest of the week, if possible.

Sorahiko can pretend all he wants. But one disruption to his airflow is all it takes to send him flailing.

The fateful, annual misstep thankfully occurs before they resume patrol. They are taking a noontime break on their rooftop, surveying the street below, having fallen into the comfortable silence that fills the gap between conversations. Sorahiko clears his throat to indicate they need to move on. He does not stop clearing his throat; he’s doubled over, locked in a coughing spasm that nearly topples him over the edge of the roof.

Nana catches him by the waist, steadying him.

“I’m fine,” he chokes out.

“If I kicked you off this roof, you’d go splat on the asphalt,” Nana tells him sincerely. Sorahiko can’t even meet her eyes, and his face is red with exertion and embarrassment and what has to be the beginning of a fever. His frame shudders with another great cough.

“We can’t just stop patrol.”

“Sick days exist for a reason, and so do vacations! Time to use ‘em!”

“Ugh,” Sorahiko says, but he complies with her insistence that they return to the agency. Nana drops him onto the cot in the backroom, and cheerfully points at the civilian clothes sitting at the end of the mattress. Patrol can wait until Toshinori is done with school; even though Toshinori cannot fly, he’s remarkably agile about scaling rooftops.

“So you go home,” Nana says, internally planning out the rest of her day, “and get some rest until we know for sure that you don’t infect our civilian employees.”

It’s already a given that One for All will keep her and Toshinori spry and healthy; Nana’s immune system hasn’t encountered a virus or infection that it couldn’t burn out since she swallowed Rokudo’s hairs. Bonus, One for All keeps her toasty warm during the winters—she gleefully cut out winter gear from her expenses years ago.

Sorahiko looks up at her. He’s already peeled off the domino mask, and even with the dim ceiling light, Nana discerns the glaze in his pale brown eyes.

“Can’t go home,” he confesses.

“Huh?”

“My complex, it’s getting… fumigated,” Sorahiko informs her. He sounds smug. Like he’s won the argument Nana hadn’t realized they were having. “I told you about the termite problem.”

“No,” Nana says slowly, “you said your place had a cockroach problem. Termites, when did—no. When did the fumigation start?”

“Three days ago.”

“Where have you been sleeping?” Nana demands in a higher-pitched voice. Sorahiko eyes her shiftily, and he scrunches up his civilian wear in his hands. Looking at it closely, Nana realizes that the clothes are pajamas: flannel pants and a thick cable-knit sweater the color of a pale sun. “If I look under this cot, am I going to find a suitcase, Sorahiko?”

“Not under the cot,” he hedges. So, probably squirreled away in his desk’s drawers.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Are you at least keeping the heating on overnight?”

Sorahiko looks at a point over her shoulder and blatantly lies, “Would I suffer the cold?”

She glares at him because Sorahiko would be the type to deny himself the right to a warm office and minimize their heating bill. They don’t even keep a pillow and blanket for the cot! It’s literally a mattress on a tiny metal bedframe, bought for the office with the express purpose of napping, not actual sleep.

He shrinks where he sits. A sad sniffle punctuates the scene.

“Sick day for everyone,” Nana says promptly, and leaves Sorahiko alone in the backroom to tell their civilian staffers the good news. They are unhappy to find out that Gran Torino has been slowly but steadily contaminating the office with his seasonal germs. Thankfully, their concern for his housing situation outweighs their outrage over Sorahiko continuing to work while sick.

These are their most senior staffers; they know the pattern of a sick Sorahiko too.

She waves goodbye and doubles back to her and Sorahiko’s enclosed office to collect his cache of spare clothes (toothbrush and travel-sized hygiene products included). Once all that is in a tote bag, Nana returns to find Sorahiko still sitting unchanged on the cot, staring blankly at his pajamas. Nana squashes the burgeoning panic. The tote bag is dropped at one end of the cot, and she touches his shoulder.

Sorahiko startles, snaps to attention. Inelegantly, he says, “Wha’s happ’nin’?”

“You’re coming home with me,” she tells him. His eyebrows draw together.

“Says who?”

“Says your best friend.” Nana takes the pajamas and stashes them away into the tote; she picks up his domino mask and smooths it over his face, careful around the eyes, firm about the stray air pockets that tend to gather over his cheekbones. “C’mon, Sorahiko. I’ve got a kotatsu with your name on it.”

“You still own one?”

“Not everyone decided to prioritize a Western bed,” she says dryly, and helps Sorahiko stand upright. He breaks into a series of coughs again. She holds him through it and hopes that this year is just particularly bad for Sorahiko. When Nana had sent him home before, had he curled under his blankets and hacked his lungs out, every breath coming out as a rasp? Surely not.

“You still have one of those,” he remembers. Of course that’s what he remembers.

They stagger outside, Nana propping Sorahiko up with his arm around her shoulders. She locks the front doors and squints at the direction back to her apartment.

“Don’t wanna walk,” he mumbles into Nana’s hair.

“We’ll fly,” she assures him. And they do. Sorahiko’s pride matters less than his comfort, when his stubborn streak peters out. Nana scoops Sorahiko up in a bridal carry, hangs the tote bag on her elbow, taps off the ground and soars to the rooftops. The flight back to her apartment is swift, even with Sorahiko shuddering with stifled coughs.

Entering through the lobby, and then ascending the stairs with judicious use of Float, they finally make it home. Already, the heated building prickles at Nana’s skin. It wakes Sorahiko up too, if the faint stirring of his head is any indication.

“Home?”

“Home,” Nana agrees, keying them inside. She sets her partner onto his feet and sits him on a stool in her genkan. By the power of muscle memory, Sorahiko automatically starts tugging off his boots and various accessories. Nana’s quicker; she helps with the gloves, then ushers him to the bathroom. “Don’t fall asleep yet.”

“Hngh,” he manages. When the door shuts behind him and her shower starts, Nana reheats her kotatsu table, fiddling with the electric heater settings until there is a veritable warmth seeping through the carpeted padding.

Sorahiko needs rest, nutrition, and medication. Possibly Chiyo. Nana weighs the potential humiliation of telling Chiyo she was oblivious to Sorahiko sleeping in the office, chilled to the bone with not even an emergency foil blanket available—versus the danger of not telling Recovery Girl at all.

She stalls for time by making tea and checking her supplies. Painkillers, present. Canned soup? Worryingly absent, along with cough syrup. Nana may have to use her instant ramen powder packets for a broth.

“Nana,” she hears Sorahiko croak. “Just buy take-out.”

“And pass on my cooking?” Nana reflexively says before she jerks her head from her pantry. Sorahiko looks bedraggled. Dressed cozily, yes, but his towel-ruffled hair sticks up in jagged tufts, and the haggard shadows lining his face signals exhaustion more than stress.

“No need for two incapacitated pro-heroes.”

Nana rolls her eyes and gestures to the living room. “Kotatsu, go.”

He shuffles at first, then makes a delighted sound as his naked feet hit warmed territory. Sorahiko lowers himself to his knees, and then visibly decides, fuck it, and slides his entire body, neck down, under the heavy patterned futon.

“Oh,” Sorahiko sighs. His eyes flutter shut; Nana quietly picks her way over and sits by his head.

“I think I’m going to call Chiyo-chan,” she informs him.

“Unnecessary.”

“I’m calling Toshinori too.”

One eye cracks open. “Very unnecessary.”

“He’ll want to know why the agency is out for the day,” Nana explains, giving into the impulse to stroke her fingers through his fluffy silver hair. She cards the tufts into a smoother angle—less bedhead, more rakish. Sorahiko’s contented rumble stutters with a cough. “And he has easier access to Chiyo-chan.”

“I’m not sick.”

“Uh-huh.” His pout is ridiculous and endearing, and Nana’s heart hurts. She tries to smile anyway. Sorahiko ignores her valiant attempt to lighten the mood; the downturned corners of his mouth deepen into a real frown. How is he always tuned into her actual feelings? Ridiculous.

“... I’m a little sick,” he concedes grouchily. “Don’t let the kid be noisy if he invites himself over.”

“Okay,” Nana says, soft. She lets herself cradle his jaw for one long moment, feels the shifted weight of Sorahiko leaning into the touch, before withdrawing. She has a phone-call to make.

[wannabeauthorclive]

For The First Time In Forever

Link - For The First Time In Forever

Author - Zofija aka me aka Eat_SometimesWrites_Sleep_Repeat on Ao3

Relationships - Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

POV - Wade Wilson

Warnings - One very brief mention of suicide, language, some angst

Rating - Teen and up

Length - 2,500 words

Summary - Wade never wanted to meet his heartmate. It seemed like a disaster to do so. But maybe, after the rollercoaster of the fight with the Rhino, maybe Wade will reconsider. And the boxes, they just love changing everything. And once the author writes one line, they have to use it to their advantage.

This is the first time I’m gonna actually post it on here, on Tumblr. So let’s see how it works out.

Spidey was mad. Mad at himself, mad at Wade. Spidey had always done everything by himself, he was a one man team. Wade understood that, he was the same. Until he met Spider-Man. The two of them worked well together, only Wade wasn’t allowed to kill anyone. But unlike him, Spidey was having a much harder time realizing that he could leave some things for Wade to do. And accepting that he was going to do them differently.

Wade was patient (No, you’re not) but this was the last straw. For himself and for Spidey. They both lost their patience, and both are annoyed at Spidey.

“I hate you!”

Wade knew that it wasn’t true. He knew that. He knew that Spidey was trying to blame someone else for the death of a civilian that laid on his shoulders. Wade was ok with it. He didn’t want Spidey to take the blame, even though Deadpool couldn't have killed the civilian.

He was on the other side of the fight, keeping Rhino distracted (What you do best) [Why do the civilians crowd around the fight anyway? It’s not a boxing match.] No, it is not. While Spidey was taking care of the civilians.

Spidey’s tone had a hate in it. But not in it. It had the I know I did something wrong but I’m going to blame my brother or friend even though you saw me do it type of tone. And Wade was going to let it go. But Spidey was one of those people who lies in then feels bad and owns up to it. Even if he would have gotten away with it.

And the “I hate you” that he yelled, Wade didn’t do much about it. He just has to wait until the whole thing blows over. Spidey would come to the realization that Wade did his job and he didn’t complete his. It would hurt him. Wade knew that. But he didn’t know what else to do.

[ J.J.J is going to be all over the death in tomorrow’s newspaper. ]

( OMG! Spidey! He’s never gonna live this down! This is horrible! )

Shit. [ I think you left the stove on. ] That’s not the problem. Wait, did I? No, He shook his head, This isn’t something that is just going to blow over.

It wasn’t going to blow over, Wade knew that. Spidey knew that. But Spidey was going to own up to it. Because that’s who he is. He takes the blame for everything he does and sometimes for the things he didn’t do. (Yeah, remember the time that you hurt someone super super bad and Spidey was there —) [Right! And then Spidey told the police that he did it so you—] Wouldn’t have to go to jail. Yes, I know. Wade played the scene over and over again in his head, trying to understand why Spidey did what he did.

Once he realized that Spidey was still talking and had stepped closer (He’s in our bubble! We’re gonna get COVID!) [Wrong world, dumbass. Also we wouldn’t get COVID cause we’re both wearing masks] (Screw you, White.)

“Shut up!” He yelled in his head. Spidey’s word vomit or whatever he was saying stopped. And if his mask was up, Wade knew he would see his mouth shut so fast he could’ve broke his jaw. That… wasn’t in my head. (Nope) [You told Spidey to shut up, good job] Fuck. Spidey was still staring at him with those big white eyes. Probably surprised [That’s obvious] and waiting to see if he was going to explain. “I was saying that to the boxes, not you. Continue talking.” [Great job. If I had hands I’d applaud you with how horrible that sounded.] Spidey continued to stare at him.

“You weren’t listening?” Spidey asked, anger so close to the surface.

“Ummm…” In those seconds that nobody said anything, Spidey seemed to break. His walls that Wade didn’t even know were up fell away.

“I don’t know what to do.” His voice broke in the middle, sounding like he is confessing something that he never told anyone before. (I don’t know a lot of stuff—) [You don’t know shit] (But I know that that is exactly what he’s doing) [Of course that’s what he’s doing, that is self explanatory] Oh, will you guys shut up? “It’s like Gwen, and my Uncle Ben, and everyone else I’ve gotten close to. And I have no idea what to do. Someone gets hurt every time I try to save everyone.”

“Hey, hey hey” In the most comforting tone Wade can manage [He’s never —] I need you to shut up. Even the readers want to to shut up. (Yeah, White, you need to shut —) Same with you Yellow. You guys don’t exist in the other fics this author has written. So go away. Nobody wants you. (That hurts) I told you to shut up.

“Baby boy, come here.” Wade walks closer to Spidey, slowly as not to scare him. Or ruin the mood of this wonderful rooftop that they are occupying. He wraps him up in his arms, resting his chin on Spidey’s head. Spidey seems taller from afar, or maybe I grew… (We’re hugging Spider-Man!!!) [I have to admit, that’s pretty awesome.] OMG!!! We’re hugging Spidey!!! Best day of my life!!!

Spidey reached his hands up and pulled his mask up to his hairline, tucking his now unmasked face into Wade’s chest. Wade felt his heart stop at knowing that if he pulled back, he could see Spidey’s face. For the first time in forever.

(Cause for the first time in forever!)

[There’ll be music, there’ll be light]

(For the first time in forever!)

[I’ll be dancing through the night]

Spidey whimpered. Tears falling on Wade’s suit.

“Baby boy, don’t cry.” Wade says as he leans back to look into Spidey’s glassy eyes. His real eyes, not the eyes no his mask. The sight hurt him. His baby boy shouldn’t be hurting like this.

(Don’t know if I’m elated or gassy)

[But I’m somewhere in that zone]

(‘Cause of the first time in forever)

[I won’t be alone]

Spidey’s eyes are red rimmed from crying, tears creating canyons in his cheeks, his beautiful mouth pulled into a frown.

(I can’t wait to meet everyone!)

[What if I meet the one?]

He drags a gloved hand across Spidey’s cheek, resting it there spread across the side of his face. Spidey nuzzling his face down into Wade’s palm. “You did the best you could. You can’t save everyone, Sweetums. It’s not possible.” Spidey mumbled something into Wade’s palm.

(Tonight imagine me gown and all)

[Fetching draped against the wall]

(The picture of sophisticated grace)

[I suddenly see him standing there]

(A beautiful stranger, tall and fair)

[I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face]

Spidey reaches one hand down to his other hand and grabs the top of Wade’s glove. He’s going to take off my glove. Wade’s heart races and he tries to tug his hand away. His scars are not something that he needs to impose on Spidey. Especially in the emotional moment.

(But then we laugh and talk all evening)

[Which is totally bizarre]

(Nothing like the life I’ve lead so far)

But Spidey persisted. He took off the glove, dropped it to the ground, and linked their hands. Not worrying about the scars. Wade sighed glad to know that Spidey didn’t care about the scars. At least the ones on his hand, the ones on his face may be a different deal.

(For the first time in forever!) [Hey! It was my turn to say that line!] (Bummer, I said it first.) [Fuck you, Yellow]

[There’ll be magic, there’ll be fun]

(For the first time in forever!)

[I could be noticed by someone]

Wade gasped. His hand searing. He tried to let go of Spidey’s hand but he couldn’t, tried to tugged his hand out of Spidey’s viselike grip. He looked up to Spidey, and his eyes where foggy. Like he wasn’t there or he was seeing something different. Like he was bewitched.

It was like an elephant charged into his chest, he sucked in a quick, sharp breath. And he stopped seeing Spidey or the rooftop or New York around them. He could still feel them. But now he was… seeing Spidey. But not the present Spidey.

It was the first time they met. Spider-Man beating his ass while trading quips back and forth cause he caught Wade killing people in his city. The first time they ate tacos together. The first time Spidey came to Wade’s place, Wade beat his ass in video games. For all Spidey is at fighting, he’s shit at Mario Cart. The first time Spidey congratulated him for not killing anyone for a whole month.

Every one of their first times doing things together. All their second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth times doing things together. Their fights, taco nights, and adventures were all there. Every memory that Spidey was in flashed through his mind, like he was there all over again. And when it was all over, he stared at Spidey, at his heart mate. The one person that all walls can come down around. The one person where lies don’t exist. The one person who, once you find them, is never supposed to leave. Not until death.

The one person that Wade never wanted to meet. Thinking that no-one would ever love him. Love has never been his friend. Love hates him. But maybe, just maybe, Love chose right.

(And I know it is totally crazy)

[To dream I’d find romance]

(But for the first time in forever)

[At least I’ve got a chance]

It was a brush of the lips. Nothing more than a second that their lips touched. But Spidey had kissed him. Kissed him!! Wait, his mask has to be off for Spidey to kiss him. Wade, not wanting to let go of Spidey’s hand, took his hand off his face and rubbed it on his. If his heart beats any faster, it’s gonna stop. His mask was off. The gorgeous man across from him was staring at his scared face.

(Don’t let them in, don’t let them see)

[Be the good girl you always have to be]

(Conceal, don’t feel, put on a show)

[Make one wrong move and everyone will know]

He tried to let go, turn away, put on his mask, leave. But Spidey held him still, not letting him leave, not letting put his mask back on. He closed his eyes, trying to keep one layer of protection. If Spidey left. If he yelled, if he was disgusted, Wade doesn’t think he’d be able to live. Not with the pain of his Heartmate rejecting him. Multiple bullets to his own head if that happened.

(But it’s only for today)

[It’s only for today]

(It’s agony to wait)

[It’s agony to wait]

(Tell the guards to open up the gate)

[The gate]

There was some shuffling, but Spidey never let go of his hand, or let him leave, then there was a firm kiss. One that reminded Wade of Spidey's stubbornness when he said something Spidey disagreed with. Just resting there, not moving, keeping contact. It wasn’t much longer than the one before, but it was firmer more solid and secure. Wade kept his eyes closed during the whole thing, not wanting to look at the person who was kissing him. Not wanting to look at the person once they open their eyes, not wanting to see the disgust.

(For the first time in forever)

[Don’t let them in, don’t let them see]

(I’m getting what I’m dreaming of)

[Be the good girl you always have to be]

(A chance to change my lonely world)

[Conceal]

(A chance to find true love)

[Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know]

“Open your eyes, Pool. Look at me” Spidey’s voice was solid but comforting. But not enough for Wade to let all his walls crumble. ‘Cause once he opens his eyes, they’ll crumble. Turn to dust. And it can either go wonderfully right or it could become a disaster. And even though Spidey brought his walls down to free the tears and take the hug. Wade wasn’t — wait, Spidey took his wall down to Deadpool. Not to Wade. Not to his Heartmate. What if he doesn’t want a Heartmate? What if he doesn’t want to deal with Wade? What if? To many things can go wrong if he opens his eyes. He will not open his eyes.

“DP, please, open your eyes. Let me see what color they are.”

(I know it all ends tomorrow)

[So it has to be today]

Wade opens his eyes, “Seriously? You wanted me to open my eyes so you can see what color they are.” He smirks, raising the skin where an eyebrow would be.

“Yes, Pool, I wanted to see what color they were.” Spidey smiles, lighting his entire face, looking into his eyes. “They’re blue. Prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Wade’s smirk disappears. He opened his eyes. He did the one thing he told himself he wouldn’t do.

But it’s not like he thought. Spidey’s smiling. Smiling. At Wade. No disgust in his big doe brown eyes. And it hit him. Spidey wasn’t disgusted. Not at him, not at his scars.

A gasp escapes his mouth, and he tugs Spidey closer, so close they’re practically merged together. They were standing close before but now, not a sliver of light could pass between their bodies. But, the world is waking up, not enough light to slip though if it had the space. Wade sweeps Spidey’s mask off he top of his head, freeing his head of fluffy brown hair. Burying his face into the fluff, he smells like home. Home like he’s never known before. His arms wrap around his slim body, almost coming back around with how lean he is. Spidey wraps his arms around Wade, finding room around the katanas, tucking his head under Wade’s chin and into his chest.

After few, or maybe it was many, minutes, Spidey backed away. Far enough away that their tender hug ended. Spidey held out his hand, “I’m Peter Parker, Heartmate.”

Wade jumped into the handshake, wanting to share his name with his Heartmate. Shaking Peter’s hand enthusiastically, he said, “Wade Wilson, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Heartmate.” The laugh that he got in response was the best sound in the entire world. Yet Wade was only partly sad to put a stop to it.

Still holding Peter’s hand, he tugged it, bringing a tumbling Peter right up to his chest. He slammed his lips onto Peter’s, stopping Peter’s beautiful laugh, not wanting to waste anymore time to have their first real kiss. Peter’s soft lips reacted, moving against Wade’s in perfect synchronization. It was rushed and hot, not how Wade had imagined his first kiss with Peter to go. But perfect none the less.

The second kiss was different. Slower and more love than heat. Both enjoying finding their other half. Both basking in the love of their Heartmate. The one that they don’t have to hide any of their self from. No lies when you’re with your Heartmate. Lies don’t exist when you’re with your Heartmate. And together, they can face off any enemy. Including tomorrow’s press.

(‘Cause for the first time in forever)

[Nothing’s in my way!]

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

I Loved Him... Once - CH 4

Title: I Loved Him… Once

Author: jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Heid (Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid)

Rating: This ones General but eventually as the series goes it will be Explicit

Tags: canon typical violence and gore, eventual smut as the series goes, angst, fluff, pining., its gunna be a slow burn guys.

Summary: A series following the team as they solve crimes and take down the bad guys.

     In Part one of this series, we follow the team as they take down a serial killer that has taken a piece of one of their own. And through it all, Spencer and Hotch come to a few conclusions and realizations of their own.

AO3

Masterlist 

*** My works are not to be posted on any sites without my permission! But comments and reblogs are love! <3 Please and thanks!!

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Chapter four

     Back at the hotel Spencer was quiet, pulled back, and everyone knew that he would need this time to sort through his emotions on his own. Though no matter how long he needed to himself, they would always be waiting close by when he felt he needed them. But he had known this man, their latest victim, and though he hadn’t been able to say much more than that since they left the scene, they knew there was more to this than just a simple acquaintance. 

     Aaron watched him as he stood at the desk, waiting for their room cards. He was worried about Spencer, he'd never seen him so quiet. The desk attendant came and handed him the room cards, pulling his attention away from Spencer, and he walked over to the group to hand them out.

     “There's only three rooms available,” he said, handing one card to Emily and JJ, “Prentiss and JJ you'll share.”

     Derek reached out and took the second card from Aaron before he could say anything more and said, “I'll bunk with the kid,” then he leaned in to whisper, “I wanna keep an eye on him.”

     Aaron didn't say anything, just nodded, he couldn't exactly refute it without raising some suspicion in a group of  the BAU’s best profilers. Then Rossi came up and took the last card from Aaron and said, “Guess that leaves you and me.”

     Everyone then made for the elevators and then to their rooms for some much needed sleep before the inevitable chaos that would come with the morning.

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     Aaron walked into his room and tossed his go bag on the bed with a sigh. David followed in behind him, placing his bag more gently on the second bed, and passed the man where he stood in the middle of the floor with a hand in his hair. 

     Dave started getting his clothes and toiletries ready to start winding down for the night, and tossed a sideways glance over at Aaron, “You should go talk to him.” Aaron looked over to him in question. “He could really use you right now, I'm sure of it.”

     The thought brought a small flutter to his stomach, “Maybe it would be best to just leave him to process this right now. And he's got Morgan-”

     “He doesn't want Morgan, trust me,” he stopped Aaron dead in his tracks, lifting his head from his bag to continue, “he's close with Morgan, yes, and I'm sure when he's ready he'll talk to Morgan too. But the way he looks at you, acts around you, the fact that he wanted to be in the same car as you coming back from the scene. He needs your presence, and he needs you to talk to him.”

     He took a deep breath, considered Dave’s words, then nodded and said, “Alright, I'll be back.”

     It wasn't soon after that he found himself standing outside of Spencer and Derek's door. He stood there for a few minutes before finally knocking, and Derek answered. 

     “Hey, Hotch, come in.”

     He followed Derek inside, noting that Spencer wasn’t in eye sight and slightly panicked before Derek told him, “He's in the shower,” obviously seeing his distress.

     “How is he?”

     “Still quiet,” he said, sitting on the bed and crossing his arms, “it's understandable though, losing a friend is never easy.”

     Just then Spencer walked out of the bathroom. His shuffled steps and lowered head showed his obvious distress, and Aaron knew then that he was right to take David's advice and talk to Spencer. When he finally lifted his head and saw Aaron standing in the middle of the room, he stopped walking and just stared at him. He didn't know what to say, he didn't even know if he had the energy to say anything if he wanted to, so he just waited for Aaron to talk instead.

     "Come with me, Reid," he motioned him to follow him out the door, "I would like to speak with you."

     He left the room and Spencer just stood in the doorway to the bathroom. He didn't move, didn't look up at Derek who was watching him from his place on the edge of the bed, but eventually decided he'd kept Aaron waiting long enough and followed after him. 

     He silently led Spencer to the elevators, and where Spencer expected him to go down to the lobby, or the conference room on the third floor, he went up instead. Taking them all the way to the very top floor, and walking out as soon as the elevator opened. 

     Spencer continued to follow him, into a side stairwell and up to the roof. He walked out slowly, looking around the rooftop oasis. It was nice actually. There was a pool to the right, all lit up with neon colours. In the center, straight ahead of him was a sitting area filled with fancy covered chairs and tables, most of which looked more like abstract art than proper seating. And to his left, the way that Aaron was currently walking, there was a small garden. The cherry blossoms there were in bloom, their beautiful pink flower petals slowly floating to the ground as Aaron walked through them, and the tall flowers around them provided the perfect cover for a secret meeting, which is what this kind of felt like to Spencer. Though he knew exactly why Aaron had called him up here, what he wanted to talk to him about, so he followed him into the small rooftop garden. 

     He sat on a bench tucked back into the trees and Spencer joined him, though he sat as far away from him as possible, making sure their legs weren't touching at all. They sat in not quite an uncomfortable silence, but also not exactly comfortable, before Aaron decided he had to break it. 

     "The victim-"

     "Eric," Spencer spoke for the first time since he had told Derek he knew the man, and Aaron found that finally hearing his voice brought a sense of relief. He wasn't completely shutting down as he had worried he was. "His name was Eric Watts. He… he had a name, Hotch, he's not just a faceless victim."

     "You're right, I'm sorry," he took a breath and tried again, "Eric, how did you know him? Were you close?"

     He nodded, eyes on the ground, "We met in university. He was a third year student and I was on my first doctorate. We've been friends ever since the first day we met."

     "Do you mind my asking a personal question?" Normally he wouldn't be so intrusive, especially in the lives of his team. They spend so much time together on the job, he believed they should have at least a small part that they could keep to themselves. But in this case, and also because it was Spencer he was talking to, he felt he should ask, wanted to ask. And though Spencer didn't answer, he also didn't refute it. "Was there more than friendship between you and Eric?"

     He took the shuddering breath that Spencer let out at his question as a yes, and he found that it crushed his heart a little at the thought of Spencer being with someone else, but he waited for the real answer. "We… We were always just friends. I think it was obvious that we both wanted there to be more between us, but it just never happened. Then I was recruited by the BAU and he got a job offer out west, so we barely saw each other after that. We mostly just spoke on the phone, visited when we could."

     "When was the last time you saw him?"

     He let out another shaky breath as he thought, "October twenty-second."

     "Six months ago." He stated, but Spencer shook his head. 

     "October twenty-second of last year."

     "So you haven't seen him in over a year?" Spencer shook his head. "And you… you had feelings for him this entire time? Since university?"

     "Yeah," he breathed out, "there are times I wished I had said something, and maybe… maybe things would be different right now. Maybe I wouldn't have had to look at his body in a bag today if I had."

     "You can't think like that. Whatever was going to happen would have happened no matter what," he took a chance and cautiously, very slowly, moved a hand over to rest on Spencer's knee, "I'm sorry you two never got your chance."

     For the first time since they came up to the roof, Spencer's eyes moved from the ground to the hand now resting on his knee. He stared at it in silence for what felt to Aaron like a lifetime, to the point where Aaron thought maybe the touch wasn't as welcomed as he had hoped it would be. He started to lift his hand, take it back and hope that they could just pretend that it had never happened, but to his surprise Spencer actually reached forward when he felt his hand lifting and took it, plastering Aaron's hand back to his knee. Aaron turned his hand over and took Spencer's hand properly, but left their joined hands on his leg, and let Spencer play with his fingers until he was ready to talk again. 

     After a few minutes of giving himself time to think, Spencer furrowed his brows and decided to keep talking it out. "In a way… I'm glad we never got our chance."

     Aaron quirked his head, "Oh?"

     He nodded, turning their hands over and covering the back of Aaron's hand with his other, "I did have feelings for him."

     "You loved him."

     "... Once," he admitted, "but as years went by and we separated and… met different people, I realized that what I thought was a strong and intense love, wasn't that. I mean, yes I loved him, but…"

     He trailed off and squeezed Aaron's hand a little tighter, as if thinking of how to say what was still on his mind. So Aaron took a wild guess and promoted, "You met someone else?"

     "I did," he smiled slightly for the first time that night, and this time Aaron was the one to squeeze his hand, "I did realize that I had loved Eric all those years ago, but compared to the way I feel now, it wasn't the same. Eric and I would have faded out."

     "And now?" Aaron asked, the slightest pang of hope hitting his heart, "The person who changed everything for you?"

     "This time it's real, true. I don't think we’d fade out."

     "Will you tell them?"

     He shrugged, "Maybe one day, if I'm ever brave enough. But right now I just… I need some time."

     Aaron shifted closer to him, their legs slightly touching now, "That's understandable. It's better to wait until the right moment, and perhaps now is not that time. I’m sure whoever they are, if they love you as much as you clearly love them, they will wait as long as you need them to."

     A well of emotions came over Spencer. Talking about Eric, his past, opening up to Aaron, the man in question who changed everything for him. But Aaron was right, he needed to wait for the right time to tell Aaron that he was in fact that person, and after losing Eric the way he had, Spencer was not ready for that talk. He was not ready to tell Aaron how he feels, how he’s felt for years. So instead he sighed, continuing to play with Aaron's fingers as a few tears rolled down his cheeks, colliding with their entwined hands in his lap. "I miss him."

     "You always will, but he'll never be far."

     "Yeah," he lifted a hand up to wipe at the tears on his cheeks, then cleared his throat in an attempt to collect himself, "We, uh… we should probably go back inside. It's getting a little cold and I'm sure Morgan and Rossi will be wondering where we went."

     "Yes, and we should both get some rest.” He stood along with Spencer and shifted around him to head back towards the stairs they came up. He released his grip on Spencer's hand, starting to pull it away as they walked, but Spencer held tighter and pulled his hand back towards him. Spencer didn't make eye contact, just kept deliberately looking ahead, but Aaron smiled over at him and allowed him to hold his hand all the way back to his room. 

     He walked Spencer there and waited for him to go inside before leaving for his own room. But Spencer quickly ducked back out of his room before he could and captured Aaron in a crushing hug, which he returned with just as much strength. 

     Spencer tucked his face into Aaron's neck and breathed in deep, and Aaron ran his hand up and down his back in a soothing manner. "Reid, if you don't think you can handle this case, you can bow out at any time. No one will think any less of you."

     He held Aaron impossibly tighter for a second before pulling back and saying, "I'm okay. I want to do this, for Eric, I need to figure this out."

     "Alright," Aaron nodded and took a step back as Spencer opened his door again, "I'll meet you by the car tomorrow and we'll go talk to the coroner first thing."

     "See you then."

     And they both parted ways for the night, the memory of their bodies pressed together a comforting thought in the despair of the day's events.

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     Spencer was standing out by the car early the next morning. He had barely slept. He spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking of Eric and wanting so badly to just run to the room next door and take comfort from Aaron. Even if it was just holding his hand like he had done through their talk the night before. But he didn't, so instead he let his thoughts and memories plague him all night, and now here he was. Leaning against the car, waiting for Aaron, and almost falling asleep. 

     "You ready?"

     Spencer jumped up and pushed himself off the car, "Yeah. Yeah I'm ready."

     Aaron stopped, taking a good look at Spencer before asking, "Are you sure? You look exhausted, did you get much sleep last night?."

     "I'll be fine," he waved him off, walking around the car and opening the passenger side door, "let's get going."

     Aaron followed him and got into the driver's seat without saying anymore on the matter and started the car. As he was pulling out of the hotel parking lot he chanced a glance over at spencer. He was sitting almost curled in on himself, leaning against the door and staring aimlessly out the window. He looked down at the time, it was still pretty early and the coroner's office wouldn't be open yet. “The coroner won't be ready for us for at least another hour, would you like to stop for breakfast?”

     He thought about it for a moment, and as much as he wanted to say he wasn't hungry, he really hadn't eaten since before they left Virginia. “Yeah, sure.”

     A few minutes later Aaron pulled into a small diner parking lot and led them inside. He asked the host at the door if she could seat them in a booth by the back, soon enough they had ordered and were eating in a comfortable silence.

     “Hey,” Spencer started, picking at his food and Aaron looked up, “thanks for yesterday. Talking about Eric was… it was nice to tell someone.”

     “I am always here for you, Reid, as more than just a boss anytime you need me.” Spencer nodded, going back to pushing his food around his plate with his fork. “You know you can still pull yourself from the case at any time, right? If you don't think you can handle being at the coroner's office and examining Eric's body, I can go in and do the examination alone. It won't be a problem.”

     “I appreciate that, but no,” he stated, firm and confident, “I'll be fine. I need to work this case all the way through. Even if it means doing things that I really don’t want to do.”

     Aaron didn't say anything or try to convince him out of it, instead just offering, “If you need me.”

     “I know,” he smiled up at him, and the two finished their food then made their way to the coroner's office.

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     “I can't tell you much more than you already know,” the coroner, Dr. Miller, walked them through the morgue and to the table at the end. The body there was still covered with a sheet, face covered, but Spencer already knew it was Eric. “The last three victims had no evidence left behind, no DNA, nothing, same as this new guy-”

     “Eric.”

     “... I'm sorry, Agent?”

     Spencer swallowed and forced out a slow exhale before continuing, “His name is… was Eric Watts.”

     “You knew him,” Dr. Miller stated, “I'm very sorry for your loss, Agent Reid.”

     Spencer thanked him quietly and then cleared his throat, trying his best to prove to Aaron that he could do as he had said earlier, and keep it together enough to work this case through. “What, uh… what can you tell us about Eric?”

     Dr. Miller walked around to the other side of the table and took the sheet in his hands, tossing a look at Aaron before he pulled it back. Aaron nodded but shifted a little closer to Spencer as the doctor pulled it back revealing Eric's face. Spencer closed his eyes and turned away slightly, seeing Eric's pale skin and mangled face brought instant chills to his entire body. But he steeled himself and turned back, waiting for the doctor to tell them what he had found. 

     “So like I said, your killer left no evidence behind, so I don't have anything that can help you there. But if these four victims are connected as you say to the same killer, the only other thing I can say about them is that this man, Eric, his injuries seem to be a combination of the other three. His ears have been cut off, his eyes crossed out, and mouth sewn shut.”

     “His last victim?” Aaron asked Spencer.

     “It's possible,” he said, but quietly, “it's almost like he's completed it, all three of the monkeys combined into one. Eric may have very well been his last victim, which means we're going to have a really hard time catching this guy.”

     “I do have one more thing I can tell you about the three victims as well as Eric here,” he waited a second before continuing, letting Spencer have a second, “all four of them had significant defensive wounds. So whoever his attacker was, he fought back hard, Agent Reid. he didn’t go down without a fight.”

     He took that in, at least he tried his hardest to stay alive, he fought back and that at least made Spencer feel a little better. And with nothing more they could learn from Dr. Miller, he took his chance to ask, “Would-would it be alright if I had a moment alone, to… to say good-bye?”

     “Of course,” Aaron gestured for the doctor to come around the table and leave the room with him, “we'll be right out here, take as long as you need.”

     The doctor gave his arm a pat on his way by, and Spencer waited for them to close the door before moving closer to Eric. He sighed, looking down at his cleaned up face thanks to Dr. Miller, and felt his throat instantly tighten. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring Eric's face. “Hey,” he whispered, a little choked and really fighting the tears now, “I'm so sorry this happened to you. But, god, what did you get yourself into Eric?”

     He wiped a hand down his face to catch the stray tears that hadn’t noticed had fallen before continuing, “I… I really wish we had more time. I know that we never could have ever been more than friends, and that's… I'm okay with that now. But I will always cherish you as one of my closest friends. I wish we could have seen each other one last time. I…” He reached out a hand, slow and shaky, resting it on his cheek and whispered, “I’ll miss you, Eric.”

     He ran his thumb along Eric's cold cheek, before deciding that the coroner had already finished his exam and washed the body, so it would be okay. And he leaned in slowly, pressing a light kiss to Eric’s forehead, pulling back slightly to whisper, “Rest peacefully.”

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     When he walked out of the morgue, Aaron and Dr. Miller were there waiting for him as they had said. When Aaron saw him walk through the door, he pushed off the wall and all but ran over to him. He didn't say anything, but waited for Spencer to speak first when he felt ready.

     He looked at Aaron, the concern and worry in his eyes constricting his heart. “I’m okay,” he answered softly, “let's get back to the station, we still have work to do.”

     Aaron moved to lead Spencer out of the building, thanking Dr. miller on their way out, his hand hovering close to the small of Spencer's back as they walked but never getting up the nerve to actually touch. And once they were back in the car and on their way to the station, Spencer resumed his previous position of curling in on himself and staring blankly out the window. His worry creeped up again seeing him like that, so he decided one more time to let Spencer know, “I'm still here, Reid, whatever you need I'm here.”

     That made Spencer shift a little towards Aaron, perking up for the first time all day, “Whatever I need?” 

     “Whatever you need,” he repeated.

     Spencer nodded, then sat up properly in his seat. Aaron had said he was there for whatever he needed, and right now there was only one thing he really wanted. So he reached his hand across the center console and rested it palm up on Aaron’s knee, silently asking. Aaron took his hand without any hesitation, entwining their fingers together and rubbing his thumb soothingly across the back of his hand. If this is what Spencer needed, he would be there for him for as long as he needed him to be.

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A/N: So a lot of Spencer and Aaron in this chapter, so I hope you liked it! And thanks for reading <3

[kamenriderlogik27]

FINALLY BACK IN SABER!!!

PrFor the past... two months?.... I’ve been taking a break from watching Saber. Mostly due to personal reasons but also because I hate it when a very dumb and small misunderstanding (especially when the cause is from a new outsider character that totally has evil intentions. looking at you Sabela +-+) ruins such good friendships and bonds. Anyway, I decided to get back into it ‘cause I was SUPER curious at what was going on AND and kinda had a feeling that the misunderstanding situation was about to end soon. and omgosh I’m so glad I took a break! If I had gone through with watching each ep every week, I would have gone crazy with stress! There’s so much going on!!! yet I’m also glad that Toei FINALLY calmed us down with the pacing! I’m gonna try to talk about everything regarding episode 16 up to 25 so please bare with me. I think I might end up talking about the Zi-o VS Decade and Zenkaiger stuff too after this post~

1. When I say that I hate it when a stupid misunderstanding causes friends to turn on each other, I mean it. I absolutely hate it when a story goes down this path. especially after an episode that basically sealed a strong bond between all the characters. But... honestly, after watching it in Saber.... it has a sort of beauty to it, if that makes any sense. Kind of like Mono No Aware. I honestly feel like this situation really fit well with the plot and we got to see our swordsmen struggle with their own logic and feelings. Especially Rintaro. Poor baby didn’t know what to do, and yet still believed in Touma. Omgosh that rooftop scene with him and Mei! <3 That was probably one of the best scenes this series ever produced! I also loved how we got to see Touma personally struggle about the whole situation instead of just being mad at his friends for attacking him and not trusting him. Which is what I originally thought would happen tbh which is why I was scared to watch this batch of episodes. I’m so glad I was wrong!!! 

2. Yuri! I honestly believe that Yuri is such a great addition to the cast! He’s logical, curious, and yet has a good open mind about things. Instead of going with what he USED to know, he’s willing to listen and learn from Touma. Which I really like! Plus, the comic relief he adds is so awesome! Every episode so far I’m also looking forward to what Yuri will do just out of his own curiosity or blunt attitude. 

3. speaking of attitude, I feel like Touma is showing more personality now than compared to the first few episodes. Which is a huge relief! He was starting off as a kind of boring main rider and seemed flat. He’s still got ways to go, but I think his personality is getting better. Plus, I’m really interested in his past. If Luna is really the one that got him into reading, then is he really from Wonderworld like we’re told? Just who is he really? Is his last name really Kamiyama? What happened to him after he lost his memories? Did he get adopted? There has to be a reason why Rekka and the wonder ridebooks keep chosing him. ugh! I’m so curious!!!!! 

4. I can’t remember her name right now, so I’ll just call her Sabela. But omgosh I don’t know whether to hate her or pity her. I feel like she can work as an awesome villain, but just like other posts I’ve seen, it’d be such a shame if she ended up like Yaiba Yua. And, I honestly don’t want her to randomly become a hero like Amatsu Gai. Toei please just keep her as an awesome villain! 

5. Rintaro and Mei! omgosh Toei BETTER get them a kiss scene or something because they’re TOTALLY falling in love and I wanna see a proper kiss scene!! If Takamichi Cristalia can kiss a pink ranger, the the secondary rider can kiss the main rider girl!! No joke though, sometimes I can’t help but feel like Touma has feelings for Mei..... which I know probably is just me overthinking, but that’d be a really interesting addition to the plot. Has there ever been a love triangle between the main rider, secondary rider and main rider girl before? hmm.... 

6. Primitive Dragon!!!!!!! holy crap!!!!!!! I don’t know if I’ve ever said this before, but I FRICKIN’ LOVE BERSERK FORMS!!!!!!! I don’t know why, but the idea of the main character obtaining a power that choses him and yet he has no way of controlling said power, just interests the heck out of me! I feel like Touma REALLY needed one too! Like I said before, his character has been really flat from the start, so when he obtained this strange, ancient power that he can’t control at all, so much more is added to his character! Fear of the unknown, fear of being the one that hurts his friends, an intent to find out what’s behind the power, curiosity of why it chose him. Just so much can be added! I haven’t been this excited since Metal Cluster hopper was introduced! XD 

7. The master of logos... or master logos? is it? he kind of gives off final boss vibes. But he could also be the sort of ‘misunderstood guy that’s just trying to do good things in a very... seemingly evil way’. if that makes any sense. I’m really looking forward to his involvement with everything. Especially if he’s like, Touma’s long-lost-brother or uncle. Low-key hoping that he’s related to Touma. (like I said, I REALLY wanna know more about Touma’s past)

8. Ren like always is being a brat. But I did like how he’s actually giving what Ogami said to him some thought. Ever since watching his episode of the swordsmen biographies, I honestly thought that Ren might just end up going off with Dissast and betraying everyone. But now, especially with Kento’s return, I feel like Ren might learn and mature a bit. Heck, he might even start looking up to Touma for all we know. (that’s just a theory) 

9. Storious so far is my favorite of the three Megido. I don’t know if it’s because he’s played by Robin or what, but I’m always looking forward to his scenes. The Megido also make me curious about their backstories. Just why are they looking for more power? why do they want to rewrite the world? I’m so excited to learn more about them!    

10. And finally!!! Kento’s back!!!!!! I know that he must be under some kind of influence via Kurayami ( or not considering what he’s had to go through) and probably isn’t all THAT back. but still! he’s back! Now Toei, put him back in the opening and ending credits! I had already theorized that he’d be the new Caliber, but now that I see it, I just want him to be Espada again. Poor baby. Though, considering that Sabela is the one that took Kurayami, does this mean that he’s under her influence and working for her? hmmm.... This is gonna get interesting~ 

[himarifuruya]

Diamond Light [ Eye Contact ]

Preface: Diamond Light is a non-linear series of stories based around my OC Himari Furuya and her relationship with Tamaki Amajiki or Suneater.

TW: Chapters may contain Rated M [18+] content, such as graphic sexual content, canon typical violence and gore, body horror and explicit language.

Chapter Summary: After earning her hero's provisional license, Himari Furuya got accepted to join Fat Gum's Agency where she began working alongside a shy chimera.

The first week was always the most stressful she had heard others say when they began their work programs. Himari had to admit there was a shred of truth in that as there was a part of her that was nervous when she joined Fat Gum’s agency. Perhaps, it was because she didn’t feel qualified enough to handle patrols like this and stood out like a sore thumb.

Yet, that night, she put on her gear with no intention of backing out. Despite his initial uncertainty, Fat Gum had thrown her a bone curious to see what she was capable of and she was not about to take that act of kindness for granted. She earned her provisional license for a reason after all.

Now she was perched on top of the sky railing getting an aerial view of the city. A cool breeze pushed at her as she leapt, her cape lifted allowing her to temporarily glide with the wind’s current, till she teleported to the condominium across the highway.

Her feet landed smoothly against the cement barely skidding against the surface. One thing that she liked about her quirk was that it allowed her to be light on her feet, soundless to the average listener.

A bit of static entered her ears from her wireless headset. “How’s it looking up there, Wraith?” She heard Fat inquire on the other line.

“Not much to report aside from a few jaywalkers.” She answered, peering down below. Her team was on the ground carrying out their patrol on the streets. It was only her, Fat Gum, and Suneater – a dark-haired boy she had come to recognize passing through the halls of UA. He had a countenance that screamed to intimidate, but once she was in close quarters with him, it was easy to say that looks were deceiving.

Not much different than herself.

“Sounds good, keep me posted if you see anything ─ OH and don’t go too far ahead!” He added at the end. “Can barely see you up there as it is.”

She laughed softly. “No worries, I’ll stay close.”

At that, she sprang forward, making her way to the next rooftop. As she soared through the air, she quietly admired the city lights under her while maintaining a watchful eye; even through the dark shield of her visor, their brightness was still extraordinary.

Feeling the tug of gravity begin to pull her down, she prepared to teleport again when something cut through the air. She swung her body around sharply, warping to the closest platform. She settled on the ledge of an apartment balcony and quickly moved behind the nearest pillar where the slugs made impact with concrete while more came whizzing by.

Quickly, she spoke into her headset. “Fat, there’s gunshots coming from the parking garage. I just had a couple stray bullets fly by me.” She peeked out, looking across the road. “─I think it’s coming from the sixth floor. I’m going to check it out.”

It didn’t take long before her mentor spoke up. “Tch, should have known the quiet wouldn’t last long. I’m sending Suneater your way right now ─I’ll be following close behind.”

“Be careful, they’re using a silencer.”

“Roger that.”

Silent as a mouse, she backtracked to the condominium over to the top of the attached parking garage.

As she was about to teleport to the next floor, an explosive thunder shook the ground beneath Himari, making her almost lose her footing. When the floor began to cave beneath her, she immediately took off. Clouds of smoke began rolling into the air as she descended to the lower level.

So much for the silencer…

The second she arrived on the scene, another bomb had been detonated. The shocks sent her skating back across the pavement in the direction she came. Smoke clouded her view, making it difficult to determine the situation, but if she had to guess, it was a turf war.

Based on the increasing debris, Himari decided that the best course of action would be to distract them to prevent further damage. She had to contemplate a way to intervene without throwing herself into a sea of bullets or worse, an explosion.

As the smoke began to lift, she saw her opportunity when a man of a hulking stature picked up a compact car. His bulging muscles flexed as he clenched down on the metal, making the material cave in like an aluminum can. He twisted his torso, yelling as he prepared to fling the vehicle at the rival group.

As he released it into the air, his grisly expression slowly morphed into one of confusion when the vehicle suddenly vanished. A loud crash caught his attention, whirling around to see the car now skidding to the other side of the room. His comrades seemed just as puzzled as he was by the strange phenomenon.

When she made her advance, the muscular man’s brows knitted together in annoyance. “Great, fucking heroes showed up.”

Predicting that more heroes would arrive, the two groups began to scatter. Before they could all escape, Himari teleported after them, blocking their exit to the stairwell with one of the cars that had been thrown in the explosion. The muscular man turned to her gritting his teeth in agitation.

“Got some telekinesis quirk or somethin’ kid?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scoffed.

“Kids like you should really mind your own damn business!” Following that statement, he raised one of his enormous arms and made a swing at her. The young hero dodged his fist, teleporting above his eye level and gave him a swift side kick to the jaw.

His comrades tried to gang up on her, attempting to seize her from the air. One of them projected his arms with his long fingers wrapping around her waist like grappling hooks. There was a twisted smile on his pointed face as he clamped down on her abdomen.

She managed to vanish before he could yank her down only to appear behind the muscular man. When he was about to turn, she grabbed ahold of the back of his shirt and teleported them both into the air. As they stood suspended in midair, she landed another solid kick to his lower back.

The impact made him drop to the ground like a ton of bricks, barreling across the floor into his accomplices. They slammed into a nearby wall, groaning in pain. The muscular man gritted his teeth as he struggled to his feet, looking straight at her with fire in his eyes.

“Some hero you are! Did they teach you to attack first before asking questions?”

“In case you forgot, you attacked me first buddy.”

“Man, I really don’t wanna kill a little girl, but if you keep getting in our way…” The man with bladed arms cracked his knuckles making the jagged knives extend further with more protruding from his back, making him look like a puffer fish.

“Aim for the helmet.” The muscular one barked. “I saw something flash when she jumped me.”

“Gotcha.”

Without further warning, he rolled his neck and shoulders making his bones snap, sending waves of razorblades at her. The razors were coming at all directions small, thin, and difficult for her to see. It made it near impossible for her to evade them all. She could feel them nick and tear at her flesh even when she teleported to take cover.

“Don’t think you’ll get away this time girly!” The bladed assailant shouted. “There’s plenty more where that came from!”

As more razors rained down, she decided to change her strategy and concentrate on the oncoming attack. Don’t flinch, don’t flinch… Sweat beaded on her forehead trying to maintain her focus without recoiling. To her luck, they disappeared from above.

With the blades under her control, she directed them to the wall where they wedged into the cement.

“Ah shit!” One of the men yelled.

When Himari rose from behind the vehicle, she saw Suneater had made his entrance. He had three men captured in his tentacle grasp, including the man with the bladed arms. He was struggling against his hold, eyes practically bulging from his head. His quirk must have been drained unable to cut free from the restraints.

“Bastard!” The muscular man roared puffing out his chest. His veins were twitching through his skin as he wrenched his massive body around trying to break free.

“You got some fighting spirit I’ll give you that.” Suneater replied lowly. “Too bad you don’t put that strength to better use.”

Before she joined him, she surveyed the area, making sure there weren’t more gang members in hiding. From what she could tell, it appeared that they were the only ones that hadn’t managed to escape. She hoped Fat made it in time to catch the others before they completely bailed the scene.

“Are you alright Wraith?” Suneater called out.

“Yeah, just a few scratches.” She teleported up to him. “─I appreciate the help.”

The dark-haired boy grimaced, mumbling under his breath. “I…didn’t really do much though.”

“What are you—” Himari didn’t have time to refute his claim as the weaselly man had somehow slithered an arm from beneath Suneater’s grasp. His fingers elongated camming at them like a group of whips.

Suneater blocked the assault with his clamed fist, still maintaining control over the group with his tentacles. They thrashed against him wildly desperate to turn the situation around.

“Give up! You’re not going to get away!” Suneater snapped.

“I’m not getting locked up again!” The weaselly man screeched back.

In that time Himari had teleported back into the air. When Suneater went in for a punch to subdue the men, she noticed the weaselly man had something in his other hand. Over the noise, she almost didn’t hear the distinctive click.

The device slipped from his hand as he fell unconscious.

There was no time to delay, Himari swooped down her eyes focused in on the group as the area went ablaze. Tears built up in her eyes as her quirk was reaching its limits. She was thankful when the room disappeared before her.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t bless them with a gentle landing. They tumbled gracelessly onto the roof of the nearby apartment building with a painful thud.

Slowly, the two heroes gathered their bearings with minimal groans. When Himari got to her feet, she looked across the street and winced at the sight of the caved in parking garage.

“So much for damage control…”

“As long as no one else got hurt, it should be okay.” Suneater assured, rubbing the back of his neck. “The cops have arrived so ─Ah, your helmet, it’s um…”

She hadn’t noticed during the fight, but large cracks formed on her visor with chunks of plastic missing from the bottom. Himari sighed as she pulled the headgear off certain there were bits of metal lodged in it as well. As she did, the boy uttered a startled noise.

It didn’t take her long to realize why.

“Oh, I guess you don’t know, but when I use my quirk, the blood vessels in my eyes burst and they glow, like this.” She turned to him with a wry smile. “It’s not very cute, huh?”

“W-What? No! Th-that’s not─ It just seems like it would hurt ─or something I’m not trying to offend you or─” His voice cut out as he struggled to find the right words. He lowered his head, averting his gaze.

She chuckled lightly. “It’s fine, I get what you’re trying to say.”

Suneater was quiet for a moment, before deciding to change the subject. “Um…we should bring those guys down to the police before they wake up.” He turned away to the gangsters lying on the ground still bound up.

“Right.”

With her quirk still activated, Himari tried to use her energy to transport the group onto the ground. Fixing her gaze on them, she was suddenly overcome with lightheadedness. She was forced to disrupt her focus to close her eyes, feeling exhaustion settle in.

Noticing this, Suneater put a hand on her shoulder stabilizing her. “Leave this to me.” He offered quietly. She heard him take something out of his pouches and eat it. Before she knew it, she was being swept off her feet. “Hang on tight.”

Opening her eyes, she nearly dropped her helmet when she felt a gust of air hit her face. Peering up at him, she saw he manifested a pair of massive white wings. Though she could have probably teleported herself with no issues, she decided to cling to him. When he took off, her stomach did a flip as they were pulled into the wind’s current. He glided down the city streets smoothly, easing up when they neared the pavement.

Once on the ground, he gently lowered her onto the road’s surface. Her gaze followed his to the cluster of law enforcement vehicles surrounding the vicinity. The two heroes brought the criminals over to a group of policemen where they were immediately apprehended. As they spoke with the police, Himari noticed that they had even obtained the ones that had managed to slip away. It made her wonder what happened to Fat after the whole escapade.

Her question was soon answered when she spotted a yellow figure walking in the distance. When he spotted them, relief set in his large eyes.

“Suneater! Wraith!” Fat Gum called, making his way through the crowd over to the two. When he finally reached them, he scooped the heroes up and pulled them into a tight bear hug. “Thank goodness! When I saw the building collapse, I was so afraid that you guys were still in there!”

Seeing their comrade safe and sound brought a grin to Himari’s face. “Nice to see you too big guy.”

Suneater ducked his head down. “P-People are staring…”

[silver-wield]

"So if C and T had sex under the HG because it faded to black A and C made love in the gondola ride!It faded to black! Much more comfortable than in a rock! A:i want to meet you(and they make love) T:words aren't the only thing that tell people what you're thinking(have sex)" I just read this on Twitter, and I'm wondering if they read what Devs said or what. The part when they said they wanted them to come out from the Chocobo Stable, when multiple times is said C and T after (1/2)

-- sharing their mutual feelings under the HG they spend the night together. And you can clearly see it by playing FFVII, most people who rewatched that part think they made love. (Also why had sex? If their feelings matched it means that they made love not had sex, wtf) Also ik they say the only canon route (even if optional, 'cause apparently if it's optional but it's a CA moment then it's canon, but if it is a CT moment it's not canon) (2/3)

-- CA date but during the GS date every version has a black transition even if maybe the CA one is a bit longer?? Also if they want to think they made love (and here, why did this person used made love but not have sex?! What does it change in their mind from CT's "fade to black moment"? Where is written C and A shared their matching/mutual feelings? That's right, Nowhere. So why they made love but CT just had sex?!) they can. Everyone is free to have an headcanon in the end.(3/3)

Deep breath. Let them say whatever they want because literally everything is proving them wrong.

The ultimania, that they usually shake at us like a bible, has both the clotiscrew tunnel and Tifa’s resolution listed front and centre. Tifa and Cloud’s impressive words relate more to each other than any of their quotes have before. The in game messages from the devs hidden in posters and graffiti that we can only see when Tifa’s in our party and Aerith isn’t, all tell us that we aren’t imagining things. In fact, the devs want us to go all out there and think of the biggest gestures we can -- despite Cloud and Tifa not even being a couple yet -- and then go one extra. They want us to go over scenes and remember things that are said and make those connections.

It’s why Tifa keeps going on about connections. She never did that in OG. Ever. We need to look for the connections that tell the hidden story in part one because OG’s story for Cloti was hidden during Midgar. We didn’t see it because the devs at the time made a bigger deal about making the audience love Aerith. Anything Cloti was downplayed and that’s the metaphor in this disc for them, too. That’s the metaphor of their romance in OG. That we had to follow the clues and build the big picture.

Which, ykno, sucks because having to dig for gold is hard work, but that’s also one of the hints in the graffiti the devs left, so it’s not like they didn’t anticipate us needing to make an effort.

I’m betting that the rest of the game won’t be so sneaky about them. I’m hopeful, anyway, especially since my biggest vote is for established cloti content and not just endgame cloti. I wanna see them beyond the point they get together because that’s where they’re most fun.

I’ve got so many smaller posts that showcase things one step at a time. Put it together and basically:

Chapter 3: Cloud and Tifa flirt, agree to go on a date (Cloud is thirsty af and Tifa knows it because she teases him). The date is canon and did happen, even if some people try to argue against it because there’s dialogue callbacks in other chapters that reference stuff that happened during it. Chapter 4: Whispers (OG fans) try to keep them apart, resulting in them missing taking each other’s hand. Chapter 5: Clotiscrew tunnel and yeah, Cloud absolutely kissed her on the cheek (the graffiti in chapter 13 reveals the hints) Chapter 5: Tifa’s embarrassed because she thinks Cloud kissed her by accident - maybe - and he agrees to not bring it up again. (”You always know just what to say”) Chapter 9: Cloud looks at Tifa in the back of that carriage like he’s seeing a goddess. Tifa is teary-eyed that Cloud’s okay. Even though he’s sent away from her, he stares longingly after the carriage until he can’t see Tifa anymore. Chapter 9: Cloud’s literally about to storm Corneo’s place when a panicked Johnny runs up screaming “Tifa!” despite Cloud having spent the last few hours messing around getting a dress for Aerith.  Chapter 11: During the double arm grab, Cloud leans towards Tifa, keeps eye contact with her, agrees with her pov, then looks surprised and smiles when she grabs his arm.  Chapter 12: Post hand catch when Tifa’s running into Cloud’s arms at the top of the pillar, she hugs him in a reversal of the clotiscrew tunnel in that she surprised him with affection.  Chapter 13: Having fallen several times and been unconscious before, Tifa wakes at the start of this chapter with her arm under her head because Cloud put it like that.  Chapter 14: Barret’s resolution, where Cloud’s reminded what being jealous feels like in connection to Tifa. He wouldn’t feel like that if he didn’t have deep feelings for her. Chapter 14: Aerith’s resolution where she tells Cloud not to fall in love with her, he looks away and expresses surprise,  and then a soft eyed look as he stares at the house, where Tifa’s sleeping. Because he’s soldier Cloud most of the time, he’s not connected to those deep feelings, so having Aerith make the connection for him is surprising news. Before he can focus on what that means (fractured psyche) she distracts him because she knows he’s not in a fit state to have that kind of revelation about himself. Her line “Even if you have it isn’t real” alludes to that fracture between Cloud’s real self and Soldier persona. Chapter 14: after the resolution where he hugs Tifa and Leslie brings up messages, Cloud looks like he wants to mention the hug, but then doesn’t because he expects Tifa wouldn’t want him to after the last time when she wanted to ignore their intimacy (chapter 5), but she does, which surprises him.  Chapter 16: Cloud physically follows Tifa’s progress down the stairway as she leaps across the lights in the Shinra building. He trips running down the rest when she falls and stays there staring at that spot as she finishes the journey over to the reception desk. He’s so shaken he doesn’t even speak until he can see her properly without the screen blocking them. After the sim: Cloud literally reorients his body to Tifa’s position whenever he can’t see her. He keeps himself in line with her so that he can reach her quickly and save her. Final battle: Cloud offers Tifa a flirty line and raises his eyebrows at her when she appears first.  The final scene of them, we can see that while his head is turned towards Barret and Aerith as they talk, his body remains in line with Tifa’s position.

So yeah, put it together and you get a much bigger picture of their slow burn relationship from the emotional side of things. And don’t forget between that there’s a lot of longing looks, and there’s probably a load of other stuff that happens I’ve not included, but this is the most recent posts I’ve had going on.

Cloud’s bias is showing, so don’t worry about what other people are saying. He might not be great with words, but his actions are yelling from the rooftops.

[ratedbangtann]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 | 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐...

                                    Pairing: Taehyung/Jungkook Word count: 4.1k Warnings: homosexual, m+m, memberxmember, taekook, first time, anal sex, little preparation, oral sex 

a/n: this was one of the first m+m au i wrote like... ages ago. be kind lmao.

                                Jungkook had been working as an intern at a modelling agency for the past 3 months or so, shadowing some of the photographers, editing some of the shoots. Photography was his passion. He found it so fulfilling to photograph beautiful things, beautiful people...

He wanted to immortalise the beauty forever, hence why he chose photography. He wanted to start his own business, but in order to do that, he needed the experience. An internship was the best way into the business. But he was getting bored. He wanted to do a shoot. It wasn't enough to just watch from behind the scenes and edit other people's work.

And then, there was Kim Taehyung; the most prestigious model at the agency. He has modelled for some of the most famous brands across the world. Gucci, Fendi, Givenchy... His fame was something most models could only dream of. Jungkook had been behind the scenes at one of his magazine shoots before; a simple piece for a travel magazine. He'd been told to hold the light reflector. That was it.

Jungkook was getting frustrated, wanting to create his own art.

Finally, the day came.

"Jungkook, I need your help," his boss practically ran to his desk, hanging over the wall of his cubicle as he was editing a set of photos for some kids magazine.

"Sir?" he looked up from his screen to see his boss profusely sweating, eyes wide and frantic.

"My top photographer is stuck in Bali and can't get a flight in until tomorrow evening. I need you to take his place and photograph Taehyung for his personal fashion blog this evening." Jungkook's heart beat so fast at those words. FINALLY he was getting to do his own shoot. And with their top model? This was huge.

"He's very relaxed on his personal shoots and he'll be able to tell you exactly what he wants from your photos. If you do a good job, I'll make sure you'll be put on more photography jobs. I'll email you the details." And with that, his boss scurried off again.

'Time to show them I'm more than a spare part,' Jungkook thought to himself.

That evening, Jungkook made his way to the address his boss had given him with his camera bag in hand. He stood outside a large apartment complex in the richest part of Seoul.

It was a little intimidating, but his boss said that Taehyung was laid back about this kind of shoot, right? So he made his way up to the front door, pressing the buzzer for the number he'd been given.

"Yeah?" said a deep voice through the intercom.

"Uh, Mr Kim? I'm Jungkook; your photographer for the evening." He sounded nervous, and he knew it. This was his chance to prove himself, with the agency's biggest client.

"Oh sure, come on up." There was a loud buzz, and Jungkook pulled on the door open and made his way to the elevator. The apartment was on the third floor, and one of 6 doors on the floor. Jungkook knocked on Taehyung's, and waited.

Taehyung opened his door wearing a matching white shirt and trousers with thin black outline detail on. Jungkook understood why he had a fashion blog.

"Just one sec," he turned and picked up a baby blue coat from his coat rack just inside his door and stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

"Where are we going?" Jungkook asked. He thought the shoot would be done in his apartment.

"The roof. The blog post is about summer evening wear, so I wanna get the sunset in the background, the city... know what I mean?" Taehyung was very calm and collected.

Jungkook's boss had been right; he knew exactly what he wanted. He wasn't playing around. He barely paid any mind to Jungkook as they got into the elevator he'd just popped out of and climbing the remaining floors to the rooftop.

The city looked beautiful in this light, and Jungkook couldn't wait to immortalise this particular sunset, along with the other beautiful view; Taehyung.

"Okay, Mr Kim. What kind of thing are you looking for?" Kook asked as he assembled the lense on his camera, setting up.

"Rooftop, outfit, sunset. Other than that, have fun. I trust you, Jungkook." Taehyung smiled at the younger, noticing how his cheeks were a little flushed, his tongue cutely sticking out of his mouth as he fiddled with lenses and camera settings.

Tae had noticed Jungkook around the offices and in the background at shoots. He was cute, but Tae could tell he was getting bored of his little background jobs.

He liked the look of the intern. His style and his demeanour just told Tae he was an artist. He wanted to put him to the test, which is why of all the photographers in the office, he requested Jungkook to replace his usual photographer whilst he was stuck abroad. Jungkook intrigued Tae. The younger seemed like a little puppy dog to him, wanting to learn and play with the big boys. He found him adorable; definitely his type.

Not that Jungkook was that way inclined, or had any idea of Taehyung's little fascination.

"Okay, I'm ready when you are Mr. Kim," Jungkook stood up from his crouching position over his bag and stepped forward towards the edge of the roof. He shot a few snaps of Taehyung as he looked out at the view, then turned around to look into the camera.

"You look great, Mr Kim," said Jungkook behind the lense, snapping a few more. Taehyung looked past the camera at the view behind Jungkook, giving that far off look of wonder that was typical of modelling.

"Can I see what you have so far?" Tae asked.

"Of course, sir," Jungkook stepped towards him, Taehyung joining him to look at the little LCD screen.

"You can just called me Taehyung. Or Tae, if you prefer. Mr Kim sounds like I'm your boss, when really, we're just working together." Jungkook smiled at him politely, passing the camera to Tae.

"Wow, these are really great. You've really put your own spin on the lighting settings and stuff."

"Thank you, Mr Ki- sorry... Taehyung."

"I think we're done then." Taehyung handed the camera back to Jungkook, and he started to dismantle the lenses and pack them all away. "Say, Jungkook... would you like to stay for a drink? It seems you're quite an artist. I'd like to see more of your work, get to know you a little bit. I like to be friends with the photographers from the agency."

"Uh... yeah okay, why not?" Jungkook picked up his bag and followed Taehyung back down to his apartment, this time, being invited in. As soon as he stepped in, Jungkook was mesmerised.

The interior was stunning. Very minimalistic, very modern. He wanted to photograph the apartment itself.

"This is impressive, Taehyung... I'd love to live in a place like this," Jungkook looked around, his jaw hanging down in amazement. Taehyung chuckled to himself.

"Yeah, I guess it's nice. All those Gucci shoots paid for it. Gets lonely though." Taehyung walked past Jungkook and made his way toward the large black marble and mahogany kitchen to pour both men a drink.

"Make yourself comfortable, Jungkook," he welcomes as he picked out two bottles of Soju from his refrigerator. Jungkook sat down on the large couch, taking in the size and beauty of the place. Taehyung joined him and handed him his bottle. The two of them clinked their bottles together, and took a sip.

Taehyung couldn't tear his eyes away from the younger, watching as he lifted the bottle to his pink lips, as his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, as his eyes closed shut when he sipped the chilled booze. The young man was so beautiful to him.

His intrigue had sparked long ago, but now he was in front of him, drinking alcohol on his couch, it was growing by the second. Taehyung wanted to know more about him. Everything, in fact. He wanted to know absolutely everything about Jeon Jungkook.

"So, how are you finding life at the agency?" Taehyung sparked a conversation, wanting to hear all about Jungkook and his passion. Jungkook took another sip of soju before he answered.

"It's good experience, and there's a lot of trust in me to edit photographs. I just get a little frustrated that I don't get a chance to show off my own photography. Today was the first time my camera has seen any action, and that's by sheer chance thanks to your regular guy getting stuck in Bali." Jungkook sighed to himself.

Taehyung knew of course that it wasn't sheer chance, that he had in fact requested Jungkook be his replacement. He could have asked for any one of the photographers at the agency, but he wanted him. Jungkook was his own little obsession, and yet, he knew nothing about him.

"Well, today can only help. I love the pictures you took. I'll make sure your boss knows it," he smiled at the younger, taking another sip.

"Thank you, sir," ever respectful Jungkook thanked Tae.

"Please, just Tae," he smiled.

"Sorry..." Jungkook chuckles to himself, taking another sip, "I just have a lot of respect for you. You're extremely successful, and the way you present yourself and carry yourself is just... how could I not respect you, yknow?" he gushed. Taehyung was thrilled by the idea of Jungkook noticing him enough to see him like that.

"That's sweet, thank you," he gushed. "So tell me about yourself; Kookie." Jungkook looked up, smiling a little at the nickname.

"I haven't been called that in a long time," he chuckled. "Well, I'm 20, from Busan. I moved here a year ago with my girlfriend at the time, but she left me. Said I was spending too much time at work. That was the whole reason we moved here in the first place, though. I think she met someone else. Anyway..." Jungkook talked a little more about himself, Taehyung listening attentively.

But of course, he couldn't help but linger on the fact that he had a girlfriend. He was straight. Not ideal...

"What about you though? How did you get into this life?" Jungkook was genuinely interested in Tae. He seemed like a nice guy, and it'd be nice to have a friend in his life.

The pair talked for hours. They played some music and just got to know each other.

And drank.

A lot.

Taehyung went to grab another bottle of soju for them both. As he collapsed down onto the couch, bouncing into the cushions, he ended up closer to Jungkook, his thigh touching the younger's. He rested his head on his shoulder, sighing.

"Y'know what I hate about this model crap? It's so god damn lonely," Taehyung spilled. "This apartment... it's so BIG. And it's just me."

"Small apartments aren't any better," Jungkook argued childishly. He burped before continuing, "I'm alone too. Sucks." He took another sip of Soju, resting his head on Tae's. He burped again, and Tae giggled at him like a little girl with a crush.

"You're cute, Kookie," he looked up at the younger boy, his face flushed from the alcohol in his system. "Damn, you're pretty. You should be the other side of the camera."

Jungkook laughed. He'd never seen himself as remotely attractive.

"You must really be drunk," he sat up, placing his bottle on the coffee table. Taehyung sat forward too, looking at Jungkook as if he'd been hurt by what he said.

"You're a good looking guy, Kookie," he said softly. "I think so anyway..." Tae put his bottle down and started playing anxiously with his fingers. He didn't want to look up at Jungkook in case he saw right through him...

"Says the Gucci model," Kook scoffed.

"I don't say things I don't mean, Jungkook." Tae looked up at him, their eyes locking onto each other's for a moment. Whether it was the soju pumping through his blood or his mini obsession rising to the surface, Taehyung couldn't help himself.

He leaned forward, touching his lips to Jungkook's. He let it happen, kissing him back for a moment before he pushed Tae away.

"Uh...you're drunk, sir. And I'm... I'm not gay," he stuttered, nerves taking hold of him. Tae stared at him, mortified.

The more Tae stared at him, the more he stared back, taking in all of his features; his perfectly tan skin, his beautiful eyes, his cute little nose, and his lips... parted slightly and frozen in fear like the rest of him. They were so pink, and more plump than most.

He didn't understand why, but Jungkook leaned forward again, his lips connecting back to Taehyung's. The older man tilted his head to the side, hoping to encourage some kind of movement from Jungkook.

Kook had no idea what he was doing or why. Something about him was overpoweringly sexy? The fact he was actually interested in Jungkook? The fact that Jungkook was lonely? Maybe he just... liked it?

He moved his lips against Tae's experimenting a little. Whatever he was doing, it was working for him. This kiss was like nothing he had ever experienced before...

Taehyung couldn't control himself, lifting a hand and placing it on Kook's neck, pulling him just a little bit closer... He bit his lip a little; just enough to show Jungkook he was loving the way his lips felt.

The kiss came to a natural end, the two pulling away feeling a little dazed. Taehyung didn't move his hand, out of fear that Jungkook would suddenly disappear from in front of him.

"I-I'm not gay," Jungkook repeated, almost trying to convince himself.

"You don't have to be to like it," Tae replied. Jungkook swallowed hard, his nerves getting the best of him.

"Why did I like it so much?" he asked, his voice cracking a little, his eyes searching Tae's for an answer, but he didn't find anything. Just fear. Taehyung was terrified.

Jungkook panicked, his eyes wide and cheeks more flushed than before. He needed to know for sure. Did he really like kissing Taehyung?

He launched forward, his lips practically attacking Tae's this time. Tae fell back, but Jungkook just took advantage of his new position and hovered over him, slowly but passionately moulding his lips to Tae's.

Tae moaned into the kiss. He hadn't felt this close to someone in so long, and Kook's sudden dominance paired with his exceptional kissing technique was turning him on. So much so, he felt his pants tightening a little. He didn't want to frighten the poor guy away, but god, he couldn't help himself...

Tae's hands wandered underneath Kook's t-shirt, the first skin on skin contact he'd had with another man in so long. His fingers felt like they were on fire, igniting so many urges within him. Jungkook started to kiss Tae's neck sloppily leaving little wet spots all over.

"What...am I... doing?" he said between kisses. His confusion was obvious and yet, he didn't stop.

"Whatever comes... naturally," Tae said breathlessly.

"Shit, please don't stop Kookie. It feels so nice." Jungkook kept kissing Tae's neck.

"I don't intend to stop, Mr Kim."

Jungkook didn't understand what he was doing or why, but it wasn't going to stop him. He was enjoying himself too much. He was enjoying Taehyung too much.

Tae's hands ran along Kook's chest underneath his shirt, desperately trying to get as much contact as possible. Kook moaned against Tae's mouth, and Tae took the opportunity to slip his tongue past Kook's lips, stepping their kiss up a little.

Jungkook found himself grinding his hips down onto Tae's, the pure lust taking over. He couldn't help his erection from growing, straining against the jeans he was wearing. As he lowered his hips, Tae's bucked up, his own bulge meeting Kook's. The pair groaned in unison, the feeling overwhelmingly arousing.

"W-will you touch me, Tae? Please..." Jungkook asked, sounding like a little boy asking for candy.

"You really want this?" Tae asked. He had to be sure.

Jungkook nodded, whining a little. That was all Tae needed. He sat up and pushed Jungkook down on the couch next to him.

"If you want me to stop, tell me," he assured, before lifting his t-shirt slightly, and lowering his lips to Kook's stomach. Jungkook's eyes squeezed shut, loving the way Tae's tongue and lips felt on his skin; so warm and wet.

Tae kept kissing and sucking at the skin as he undid Jungkook's trousers, pulling them down to reveal some light blue boxer shorts with a rather large bulge protruding through the material. Tae let his kisses come down to Jungkook's thighs, worshipping them.

Jungkook found himself wrapping his hand in Tae's hair, guiding him closer and closer to his growing problem.

"Please, Tae... it hurts," Jungkook whined. Tae couldn't be the cause of his discomfort anymore.

He pulled Kook's boxers down by the waist band, his length springing free and resting on his stomach. Tae kissed his way up the inside of Kook's thigh, slowly making his way up until his lips rested on the head of Kook's cock. Jungkook moaned aloud, his head falling back onto the couch cushion and eyes squeezing shut.

Tae started to kitten lick the tip, tasting the little beads of precum that were already appearing. With no warning, Tae licked a strip down his length. Jungkook sat up straight, looking down at Tae as he took him in his mouth completely, bobbing his head.

"Oh, shit..." he moaned. No girl had ever made him feel so good. He guessed guys knew what guys liked. He couldn't believe he was in this situation. But he didn't want it to end either.

Tae decided to push his limits a little, and sat up to meet Jungkook's gaze. He placed one of his fingers on the younger's lips, and slowly slipped them into his mouth, wanting him to suck on them. He kept eye contact the whole time, his dominant and controlling side revealing itself.

Once his fingers were coated, he pulled Jungkook's hips towards him more, and circled his fingers around his hole. Jungkook was nervous. He'd never had anything in... there. But for some reason, he trusted Tae.

Gently, Tae pushed a finger into him, stretching him a little. Jungkook groaned; it felt so good. Tae pushes his finger in and out a few times before adding another finger. A few more times, and he added a third.

"F-fuck, Tae..."

"Are you okay?" Tae was concerned, hoping he wasn't hurting the younger man.

"It feels... so fucking good. I want more, Tae. Please," he begged as he bucked his hips into Tae's fingers. Jungkook reached to Tae's pants, frantically undoing the button and zipper, watching them slide down his thighs. He pulled his boxers down, freeing Tae's cock.

"Oh, you want this, do you?" Tae smirked as he wrapped his free hand around himself, pumping a few times.

"I wanna know what it feels like, Tae." His words turned him on so much, knowing he was about to fill Jungkook for the first time. He held his palm out in front of Kook's face.

"Spit, Kookie," he instructed. Jungkook obliged, and Tae covered his cock in it, hoping to make this a little easier on Kook in the absence of real lubricant. He positioned himself at his entrance, lifting Kook's hips up a little to get the perfect angle. And then he pushed into him, slowly, stretching him more than before.

Tae hissed through his teeth, finally feeling the pleasure he'd wanted for so long. Kookie was so tight around him, clenching at the unfamiliar feeling and making Tae throw his head back in pure fucking bliss.

"Oh, Kookie... fuck. Are you okay?" he hovered over the younger, his eyes searching for any sign of regret in Jungkook's face. He found none.

"Uh, you feel so good Tae," he wrapped his hand around himself, slowly pumping his shaft as Tae started to push in and out of him. Once Kookie was used to the feeling, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper into him and hitting his prostate.

"Oh fuck," he cried out, feeling himself get closer and closer.... but he wasn't ready. He wanted to know how it felt to be inside Tae. He wanted to take over.

Without warning he pushed Tae away from him. He fell back, his hands stopping him from falling off the edge of the couch.

"Kookie, a-are you o-" he wasn't given the chance to finish as Jungkook smashed his lips against Tae's with such ferocity, it would have been no surprise to see them swollen and bruised a little while later.

"I want the chance to fuck you too, Tae," he growled, flipping Tae over onto his stomach, his face burying into the armrest. Jungkook wasted no time in spitting into his own palm and coating his cock, readying himself for Tae.

He didn't bother to start with his fingers. Tae had done this before, and he was lubricated enough to cause very little pain to the older man. He pushed into him, burying himself in Tae and feeling his tight walls around his cock.

"Shit, Kookie... you're...so big. Fuck it feels good... Fuck me," he begged. Jungkook obliged, thrusting into him hard and fast, pushing Tae's face into the fabric of the couch with each thrust.

Jungkook leaned over as he fucked Tae, kissing his neck, pulling the shirt off his back and kissing his bare skin. He held onto Tae by the shoulders, fucking into him harder. His nails dug into his back, dragging down the skin leaving bright red, angry marks.

The pain felt so good to Tae. He loved it. He moaned like such a slutty little man, letting the feeling and the euphoria take him over.

"Kookie, I'm gonna cum," he warned.

"Hold on, baby. I'm close... just hold on." Jungkook kept scratching at Tae's back, the only way of steadying himself at that moment and keeping Tae in place.

With a few more thrusts, Jungkook was seconds away from his high. He quickly pulled out of Tae, pushing him onto his back and straddling his thighs. The pair of them pumped themselves, wanting to cum together.

Jungkook leaned down, attaching his lips to Tae's again. Jungkook couldn't hold on anymore, his orgasm shaking him to his core. He shot his load onto Tae; his hand that was pumping himself, his stomach, chest... He hadn't cum so hard in so long. The noises that erupted from his mouth onto Tae's lips were ungodly, and sent shockwaves through Tae.

With a whimper and a throaty groan, Tae found himself cumming too, oozing onto his own stomach and Jungkook's too. His limbs shook with pleasure, leaving him utterly breathless.Jungkook let himself lay on Tae, not caring about the sticky mess they'd both created. His head rested on his chest as they both regained a normal breathing pattern.

"Damn, that was... I never thought I'd..." Kookie was speechless, at a loss for words.

"Don't read too much into it. For now, you liked it. You don't have to be gay," Tae said, trying to be helpful but upsetting himself in the process. He wanted Jungkook to want him. Not just when he's drunk, or just because he fancies some gay sex every so often. His little obsession was proving to be more than that, and he wished that Jungkook would want the same.

"You're cute, Tae," he giggled. "And I guess... I just never thought about it. I always found you attractive, but you're a model. I thought I was supposed to find you attractive... We, um... we can see what happens if you like?" He looked up at Tae nervously, thinking that maybe Tae was only looking for company for one night, and that he was already too emotionally attached to the guy he had his first gay sexual encounter with...

"Well, how about we start with breakfast tomorrow morning, hmm?" Tae smiled. He definitely wanted to "see what happens".

"Does that include me staying the night?" Jungkook smirked, a mischievous look on his face. Tae giggled.

"Yeah, I guess it does. But first... we should clean up. Time for a shower, I think," Tae sat up, readying himself to make his way to the bathroom.

"A shower sounds good..." Jungkook chased after Tae, spanking his bare behind as he walked.

"You're too cheeky, Jungkook..." Tae laughed as he slung an arm around the younger man's shoulders and walked with him to the bathroom so the two of them could shower.

Together...

[bugaboobss]

snippet from an au i’ll probably never finish

A/N: So I started this cyberpunk/fantasy/vigilante fusion au of ML a while ago and idk if I’ll ever get around to finishing it so I decided why not post a random scene of it?? hope you guys enjoy!

~

Feet pounding. 

Heart racing. 

Chest heaving. 

Ladybug could only focus on these three things as she sprinted across the rooftops of Paris, trying to outrun the man chasing her. 

Lasers, bright and hot with raw energy, burned holes into the wall behind her head. Red and violet and yellow and green—shattered into the concrete walls like grenades of color. Fluorescent signs surrounded her and her pursuer, bathing them in all shades of teal. 

Marinette felt like she was drowning in a kaleidoscope of every color of the rainbow. 

She got to the edge of the roof she was on, and knew the next roof was too far away to jump to, as it was too high up. A laser blasted right past her ear and she realized her only option was to either confront the guy, or to try and get off the roof. 

Her gun was still recharging from her failed attempts at shooting the man earlier. Cursing to herself, she looked around for a way down from the roof. She spotted a fire escape attached to the building across from her, and took a deep breath. She could hear the man getting closer, and took a few steps back as she mentally prepared herself for the jump. 

“HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” She heard the man shout behind her. 

She got a running start. As Ladybug leapt off the edge of the roof, she felt fingers brush the back of her shirt, but the man wasn’t quick enough, and soon she was in free fall. Her arms stretched out as far as they could go, trying to reach the fire escape. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to miss it, and she braced herself for the feeling of her body meeting the hard concrete.

But then her fingers brushed against cool metal, and her hand closed around a rung of the ladder. Her arm was nearly ripped out of its socket as she slammed into the metal, and she hissed in pain as she scurried down the rest of the ladder and into the dark alley. 

From the edge of the building she’d just been on, the man glared at Ladybug. She met his gaze with her own, daring him to follow her. He smiled, and her face paled when he lithely jumped down from the roof to the ground, his shoes cracking the concrete beneath him. It was only then, in the dark and shadowed alley that she realized his eyes were glowing red. 

Not human. 

“Surprised Hawkmoth would send an android after a little vigilante like yourself?” The man asked her as he stepped forward. She wanted to back up, but her back hit the wall and she realized she was trapped. 

“Am I really pissing him off that much?” Ladybug challenged in return, not wanting to let this guy know how afraid she was. She shrunk back as the man put his arms on either side of her head. On her hip, she kept her hand on her gun, silently praying for it to recharge faster. 

“A little bug like yourself can be surprisingly annoying,” the man said with a smirk, “but I’m good at squashing bugs, if I do say so myself.” 

Next thing Ladybug knew, there was a hand on her throat and she couldn’t breathe as she was being pushed up the wall. 

Her legs kicked as she tried to pry the man's hand off her throat, but his grip was iron strong. She couldn’t breathe, and strange choking noises escaped her as she tried to wriggle out of his grip. As seconds passed, her lungs began to feel like they were on fire. The brick behind her dug into her back, but she could barely feel it with the pain in her chest. Black dots started to appear in her vision, and she silently apologized to Alya for breaking her promise to stay safe. 

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” 

The hand let go of Ladybug, and she fell to the ground in a heap, flames licking the inside of her chest as she heaved in huge gasps of air. Whipping her head up, she saw a head of blond hair standing at the mouth of the alley, and realized it was a boy. A black bandana was tied around the lower half of his face, but she knew the voice sounded familiar. 

“You. Keep moving, pretend like you didn’t see anything,” the android ordered. 

The boy shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t do that,” he said as he took a step into the alley. 

“Look kid, the boss only ordered me to take out this girl. But if I need to take out another 20 year old with a vigilante complex, I’ll do it,” the man threatened. The boy took another step closer to the android, and he sighed. “Your funeral I guess.” 

Ladybug’s head was still spinning as the android ran at the boy, and as the first punch was swung, she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the carnage that resulted. 

When silence followed, she cracked open one eye. Her mouth dropped open when she saw that the boy had caught the android’s fist and was holding it in his hand, with his lips curled into a cocky grin. The android’s expression was a mirror of her own, neither of them having any clue how this boy could have blocked a punch from an android. 

Then, the boy moved again. 

He wrapped his fingers around the fist he was holding, and used that grip to flip the android over his head, slamming him into the concrete below. The android coughed but rolled over onto his stomach, before scrambling to his feet. Ladybug could only watch as the two went at it, the boy dodging or blocking most of the androids hits. Admittedly, he was struggling, but it was still an impressive feat given how strong most androids were in comparison to humans. 

At one point though, the android got the upper hand. He grabbed the boy by the hair and slammed him into the wall. The boy yelped in pain right as Ladybug heard the quiet beep from her hip that meant her gun was done charging, and she slowly pushed herself to her feet, trying not to draw attention to herself. 

“Who are you?” The android hissed at the boy. 

“None of your business, asshat!” The boy shot back. The android pushed him further into the wall while Ladybug crept up behind the two of them. She met eyes with the boy, and she could see the smile in his eyes as he realized what she was going to do. 

Lifting the laser gun up, she pressed it to the side of the android’s head. 

“Dodge this.” 

His eyes widened, but she didn’t give him a chance to respond before she pulled the trigger. In a shower of sparks and wires, the android collapsed to the ground. 

“Are you alright?” Ladybug asked the boy, who was now slumped against the wall and trying to catch his breath. 

“I’m gucci don’t worry,” the boy said, giving her a weak thumbs up. She took a step back to give him some space, after a few seconds of heavy breathing, he straightened up. “Thank you for taking him out by the way.” 

She snorted. “I would be dead if you hadn’t showed up, so I should be the one thanking you,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Seriously, thank you.” 

The boy shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t going to let that prick just kill Ladybug.” 

“So you’ve heard of me?” Ladybug asked, raising an eyebrow. 

The boy nodded. “Words been getting out, Ladybug. A lot of people in the East Sector know who you are, and I wouldn’t be surprised if soon all of Paris knows about you too. People are tired of Hawkmoth’s shit, but so far you’re the only one brave enough to do anything about it.” 

Ladybug blushed, thankful the red wasn’t visible beneath her face paint. “I haven’t done that much,” she insisted. 

He shook his head. “No, you have. You’ve stopped muggings and shakedowns, which is more than what can be said for the police,” he sneered as he said the word police, obviously not fond of the ‘defenders of Paris’. “So don’t feel like you have to thank me. I’m just glad I got here before he hurt you worse.” 

“I… thank you,” Ladybug said, smiling at him. She heard a beep and checked her watch, before cursing. “Shit, I gotta go,” she glanced back up to meet the boy’s eyes, “so I guess I’ll see you around?” 

The boy’s eyes widened and he seemed like he was going to say something, but he hesitated. 

“Yeah, uh, I’ll see you around!” He said in a strange tone. Ladybug gave him a curious look, but her watch beeped again. She gave him an awkward wave and turned to leave, but before she could make it out of the alley she heard his voice again. 

“Uh, actually, Ladybug?” She paused and turned to face him again. “I was thinking, like, obviously you don’t need any help but like, if you ever want some help dealing with assholes like that, uh, you could totally just hit me up and I can come help out?” 

He was so awkward it was kind of adorable. Ladybug folded her arms over her chest. “Are you asking to be my sidekick?” She asked in a teasing tone of voice. 

The boy laughed nervously. “Maybe?” 

Ladybug opened her mouth to refuse, but she paused. This boy was obviously skilled at fighting, considering he was able to block punches from an android without the thing breaking his arm in half, and that was something she couldn’t do. Things had almost been very bad today, and if she got in a situation like that again, she probably wouldn’t be lucky enough to have random backup show up. 

Alya kept telling her it was too dangerous to go out by herself. Maybe this boy was just the kind of partner she needed. 

“Be sure of what you’re offering. These guys are out to kill me, and if you start helping me they’ll be out to kill you too. Are you sure you’re okay with that?” She asked him. 

He nodded. “I’m tired of seeing people hurt by Hawkmoth. I know what the risks are, but I wanna help you.” 

Ladybug smiled, and stepped forward with a hand outstretched. “Alright, then. Welcome to the life of a vigilante,” she told him, “what should I call you?” 

The boy blinked, as if he couldn’t believe she actually said yes. Peeling himself off the wall, he placed his hand in hers. “You can call me Chat Noir,” he said quietly. 

“Nice to meet you Chat Noir,” Ladybug said. His hand was cool in hers. 

Her watch beeped again and she pulled away. “I really gotta go, but let’s meet on the roof of the old elementary school Friday night at 11. We can work out more stuff then,” she turned to leave, but paused again. “Also, one more thing, Chat. I recommend you do face paint like mine. Facial recognition software can’t get you that way.” 

“Is that why you do the ladybug paint?” Chat asked, cocking his head to the side. She nodded and turned to the mouth of the alley. 

“I’ll see you soon, Chat Noir.” 

“See you soon, m’lady.”

[ad1thi]

i just rewatched im1 and im2 last night

and i have some thoughts

--

- While in the Fun-vee, Tony attempts to make the soldiers around him calm and relaxed

- Despite being a “playboy” he doesn’t immediately hit on the only female soldier, and shows her an immense amount of respect

- Tony has no interest in flashy awards. But what is important from the awards ceremony, is that the Rolling Stone cover on a young Tony Stark says Tony Stark wants to save the world

- When Christine Everhart confronts Tony about being a war profiteer, he deflects her answer by bringing up Stark Industries’ intelli-crops and advancements in medical technology, like he genuinely believes the only reason he needs military funding is because those parts of SI can’t sustain themselves

- In Afghanistan, when he’s presenting the Jericho; he quotes his father’s view on weapons

- also what i think is so interesting; is that Tony is CEO?? Even though he’s a genius and stuff CEO’s aren’t usually expected to develop new products- especially when they have multi billion dollar companies and employ thousands of people. But since Tony is captured not for ransom but for his brain, it’s so clear that R&D simply synthesises and tweaks designs that Tony makes. So imagine how hard Tony must’ve worked before the events of IM1 since his designs are literally what the company runs on

- he builds an arc reactor!! in a cave!! with a box of scraps!! 

- he is under immense pain!! because he’s just had reconstructive surgery for his chest!! without his consent!! 

- he’s got actual metal inside him!!

- he carried around a car battery!!

- the first time we see Tony show any outward emotion in im1 is when Yinsen dies (which means for 3 months despite all the torture and pain Tony maintained his press face)

- the look of pure relief on his face when Rhodey wraps his arms around him is so precious

- the whole press conference scene!! tony literally says that he built weapons to protect american soldiers

- in Tony’s head- he’s doing his patriot duty by building weapons big enough and bad enough that american soldiers don’t have to risk their lives. but if they are going to; you best believe they’ll be outfitted with the best

- he tells Obie i think we need to look into arc reactor technology again because he’s already pitched the idea of taking the company in a different direction before

- he calmly and patiently talks Pepper through switching out the arc reactor while going into cardiac arrest

- you can visibly see the disappointment and hurt in Tony’s eyes when Rhodey tells him that he needs him to get his head right, and how he so quickly shuts down and deflects with a smile

- It’s after that scene with Rhodey that Tony moves his plans for the iron man suit onto a private server because he doesn’t know who to trust right now

- also, im1 proves literally just how hard it is to pilot the armour? tony goes through routine flight simulations and was learning how to regulate the fire power of the repulsers? the iron man armour is clearly so hard to navigate and use? plus i’m sure its ridiculously heavy since in the desert scene multiple people are seen pulling various pieces of armour back to the Ten Rings hold

- the entire gala scene. the dance. the rooftop almost kiss. christine everhart. tony almost crying after he finds out that his company has been double dealing for years and he’s just let it happen

- also; we get to see a bit of undersuit in im1 and i just wanna say; it was amazing

- tony risked being caught and possibly shot at with multiple missiles to save (1) pilot’s life

- his entire conversation w rhodey; and the actual-facts relief that you see on his face when, instead of lecturing him, rhodey immediately works on protecting him

- i shouldn’t be alive. not if it was for a reason. i’m not crazy Pepper, i just finally know what i have to do. and i know in my heart that it’s right. 

- the naked and blatant guilt that tony feels because his company was double dealing and he never kept a close enough eye to make sure that they weren’t

- also; anyone else get really annoyed by the sheer amount of times coulson showed up? SHIELD didn’t even give tony a day before they tried to debrief him after 3 months of captivity and then coulson refused. to. let. it. go

- well i’m sorry. i’m not tony stark

- the whole climax; but mainly the part where tony was willing to die if it meant that obie also died and that pepper was safe. despite how important his missions were and how badly he wanted to fix his mistakes- he valued saving pepper’s life from obie over that 

- i am iron man

--

that’s it!! that’s all my thoughts for im1

its basically just a list of all the scenes that i thought showcased the complex creature that is tony stark and his backstory the best.

stuff like his press face, the effect his dad had on him, his true opinions on SI being a weapons manufacturer, his relationship with Rhodey, Obie and Pepper

also

watching im1 and im2 made me realise how much i acc despise SHIELD

like i enjoy fanon natasha and coulson but not canon coulson and natasha?? 

or canon fury for that matter

anyway tune in next post to discover what i think about im2 i guess

idek if anyone’s gonna read this but i felt like making it

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 188: Hard Knocks Path to Redemption

Previously on BnHA: The Todoroki kids sans Shouto (and Dabi lulz) visited their mom at the hospital and awkwardly discussed Endeavor officially becoming the #1 hero. Shouto’s older brother Natsuo wasn’t happy about it, saying that the world doesn’t know about “what he did” and how he treated his family. But interestingly, Rei came to his defense, saying that things were more complex than that. She said she doesn’t know what’s going on in his heart, “but he hasn’t left us behind.” We then cut to Endeavor’s fight with the High Tide Noumu, which basically consisted of Endeavor hovering for a few seconds with his flames, and then getting very violently flung through a building. Like, he was basically used as a human laser saw to cut the top of this high rise clean off. A bunch of people nearly fell to their deaths, but thankfully Hawks saved them all with his ridiculously OP Mighty Wings quirk. Speaking of Hawks, idk but it sure is some shifty bullshit that Your Highness Noumu just happened to attack him and Endeavor in this building right when they were having a chitchat about Noumus. Something is definitely up you guys.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor continues to battle the High Heaven Noumu and pulls off some impressive feats, such as dicing a falling building into tiny pieces with his flames so that the spectators below don’t get crushed. Unfortunately these techniques come at a price, and he finds himself beginning to struggle due to the heat building up in his body. Meanwhile the High Hopes Noumu remains mostly unfazed, even dispatching a bunch of disgusting slimy clone things to wreak some havoc and distract Hawks and the other pros on the scene so that they can’t assist. Realizing he has no choice but to Go For It, Endeavor powers up his flames and hits the Noumu with massive flame attack: Prominence Burn. Unfortunately the Noumu anticipates his actions and is able to avoid being completely disintegrated. He regenerates, and then brutally slashes/stabs Endeavor in the most ironic spots possible -- his torso (nearly the same place where All Might was wounded by AFO), and his left eye (don’t think I have to explain this one lol). It’s all very violent, and probably not the sort of thing you’d want your child to witness on live television -- oh hey there Shouto. Didn’t see you there. Uh... well, shit.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 209 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

interesting title!

I wonder which of his four kids this is referring to? ngl I’ve been missing the U.A. kids for these past couple chapters so it would be nice to get Shouto back in here

holy shittttt

thiiiiiiiis is bad. that is some serious destruction. not something they can just shrug their shoulders about later, especially in BnHA where damage like this actually has lasting consequences

lol some other heroes are watching from a distance and they’re all “did Endeavor just Vidalia Chop Wizard that whole fucking building”

meanwhile Hawks is tumbling to safety on a nearby rooftop

and he’s referring here to Endeavor’s opening line in the chapter, “I’ll dice you up and burn you until there’s nothing left”

(ETA: in addition to being the first reluctant hero in the series, Hawks is also the quippiest we’ve had by far. Hawks is all your dialogue polished up by a Marvel screenwriting team or what)

I appreciate Hawks’s efforts at combat banter, but all I keep thinking is that those pieces actually did look remarkably neat and uniform, and that it wouldn’t kill him to show a little appreciation for what was honest to god one of the most insane quirk feats we’ve seen to date

also, looking at this picture more closely, my disbelief is gonna need a little more suspending, because I honestly don’t feel like either of them should currently be able to fly the way they’re doing lol. Hawks’s wings are in a pretty sorry state at the moment

and here comes High Treason Noumu back at them again, and he’s grumbling “bird...” like he’s all pissy at Hawks

lol what is this

what the hell is this quirk. does he shoot air gun fists or something. and this other guy has all of his fingers fucking disconnected for no apparent reason. like, what the hell is that even gonna do besides gross people out

(ETA: and isn’t this Tokage’s quirk as well. getting lazy are we Horikoshi)

now High Score Noumu is doing something disturbing oh god

ffffffffff WHAT IS THIS. WHY DO WE HAVE TO LOOK AT A CLOSE UP OF IT

Endeavor’s hitting it with another fire blast. thanks man

and now he’s doing a mental tally of the thing’s quirks

and don’t forget “can fucking talk.” not to mention what I still think is the most intriguing one of all, “has Kurogiri’s fucking face”

oh and I guess this is a new one

fucking gross ew fuck sick gross ugh!! why are they so gooey sob

I don’t really understand what’s going on but Endeavor seems to have it all figured out, so here

okay so he wants to fight strong opponents like Endeavor so he made some disgusting clones to deal with the small fries I guess

-- hold up. that muscle amplification quirk... that looks and sounds a whole lot like Muscular’s, though

is it just coincidence? that this Noumu just so happens to be so strikingly similar to not one but two captured villains previously associated with the League?? just what in the hell is going on here dammit

meanwhile, as Endeavor observed, the Noumus that emerged from his body look completely different and appear to be just your everyday run-of-the-mill Noumus

just a little grosser is all

Hawks is swooping down and taking them out without much effort. looks like he’s gotten most of his feathers back too

he’s telling everyone to keep evacuating

and he says that to be frank, power struggles aren’t his “forte”

so he’s acknowledging that he doesn’t have the All Might Factor, so to speak? that even though he’s strong and popular, he’s not at that level of always beating the big bads no matter what?

you know, that actually makes some sense. I can maybe understand a little better just why he was bothering Endeavor so much. that is, if it weren’t for the fact that I STILL DON’T TRUST YOU, HAWKS, YOU SUSPICIOUS LITTLE SERAPH

High Speed Noumu is asking Endeavor if he’s done shooting those red hot little slice-and-dice death rays

oh snap this thing really is smart

it’s not just talking and thinking, it’s fucking analyzing. there’s some real brainpower at work in this thing

now Endeavor is talking about his quirk, and I’m just gonna post the panel because like hell am I gonna try to summarize this

he was thinking this a few panels earlier, too. that he’s got a lot of heat built up now

and now he’s thinking about Rei and his kids with their ice powers

fuck me but every single time I start wanting to root for Endeavor he’s gotta go and remind us of this, though

also!? fourth kid alert!?? and this kid seems to have white hair just like all the others, and seems to be younger than Natsuo in this shot. which would seem to go against the prevailing theory? explain yourself, manga

(ETA: lol and I got an ask about this just today. I gotta give this some thought. but I still think it’s Dabi! maybe Endeavor is just confused about what his non-Shouto children looks like because he spent so much time ignoring them all!)

so now Highlander Noumu is making a crazy face and extending his arms or muscle fibers or whatever the fuck these things are again, and saying he wants to test out his new power on Endeavor

shiiiiiit this does not look good

this doesn’t seem like the kind of move he can maintain for very long given what he was saying earlier

he’s shouting at the Noumu that he’ll incinerate him until there’s nothing left, and his regeneration won’t be enough

well this has worked before, to be fair. back in Hosu

but why do I get the feeling that isn’t going to be the case this time, though

lollllll

is this the literal translation. is there some other meaning of “prominence” other than “famous and well-known” that I’m not thinking of. I guess it can also mean “something that sticks out a lot”, but I don’t see how that would apply to this attack

basically, to me this reads as “Endeavor’s I-Wanna-Be-Famous Big Fire Attack”

and damned if that just doesn’t say it all, though

he’s thinking back to what he said at the JP Hero Billboard thing. “just watch me”

and that he won’t disgrace himself by failing here

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

HE WAS SO CLOSE

THIS THING IS REALLY FUCKING HARDCORE OMG

OH MY GOD

you’re telling me that Endeavor’s attack actually worked, but that he wasn’t able to disintegrate the whole Noumu because HE FUCKING RIPPED HIS OWN FUCKING HEAD OFF AND FRISBEE-D IT TO SAFETY AHEAD OF TIME!?

OH SHIT

goddamn -- fucking --

DAMMIT. COME ON ENDEAVOR. DON’T FUCKING DIE, DUDE. FUCKING GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND BEAT THIS HIGH FIVE NOUMU ALREADY, THE WORLD NEEDS YOU

ARE YOU SERIOUS

ARE YOU TELLING ME THE TWO OF THEM JUST HAPPENED TO BE WATCHING?? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, SHIT

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

motherfucker oh shit you guysssss

(ETA: how does he even still have that eye though)

you guys. oh shit. this is so bad. you don’t understand

shit. because let me tell you, the very first thing that ran through my head was that he’s going to look so much hotter now and fuck, you guys. I KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE THINKING RIGHT NOW. BUT I CAN’T HELP IT. noooo what the hell is wrong with me I feel like slapping myself lmao

I fucking started laughing in real life at my own absurd reaction. I am ruining the mood of this chapter so damn fast

nooooooo

the parallels, though. oh shit. the same eye

and did Shouto’s quirk activate just now?? are those flames on his left side? oh shit

okay I need to get myself under control. fucking stop this now. stop thinking about how much hotter Endeavor is going to be with a big ol’ slashy scar along the left side of his face. and maybe an eyepatch. oh god. no, stop

(ETA: I really thought there was going to be an eyepatch. how does he still have that eye)

and now we’re cutting back to U.A. and Aizawa is gently telling Eri he’s gonna take her back to his room and I can’t you guys. first Endeavor losing his fucking eye and now Aizawa being a loving, protective parent on two counts, because LOOK WHAT HE SAYS RIGHT AFTER

now All Might is gripping at his stomach wound nooooo

seems like every big hero has That Moment, huh

oh fuckkkkk

fuuuuuck, Endeavor. going for that hard knocks path to redemption, huh

but I fucking can’t, though, because I just keep picturing Horikoshi’s creative process. like, you fucking troll, though. goes and creates the worst character of all time (not literally, I’m just being dramatic here just let me have this) and does his absolute fucking best to make him as terrible as possible, and then challenges himself to redeem him nonetheless. “how can I make readers actually feel sympathy for Todoroki fucking Enji in spite of everything? oh I know I’ll take away everything he ever wanted and make him finally start to realize what was really important and have him finally start trying to be a better husband and father. and then I’ll fucking murder him”

and like, I really need to stop laughing at this chapter, though. I’m ruining it, I know. if it helps, it’s not mirthful laughter though! the best way I can describe it is “haunted house laughter.” like, this is how I react when I’m walking through any sort of haunted attraction, and I’m really tense and excited and on edge. my weird natural response is usually to start laughing, possibly as my brain’s way of psyching myself up to be brave and reminding myself that it’s not real and they’re only actors. I feel like that, for some reason. and I don’t know why, but it’s actually a very positive thing, because this is the first time in quite a while that I’ve gotten this excited about the manga, actually

so I’m sorry, Endeavor. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because OH SHIT THIS IS GETTING GOOD and I’m really loving it. and also because Horikoshi has got some serious balls

(ETA: and because this is Kamino all over again. and I was fucking pumped. angst!! stakes!! tension!! there was just a ton of adrenaline all of a sudden and I didn’t really know what to do with it so my brain was like “well then let’s just do something really weird!”)

anyway, so we’re cutting back to Shouto and U.A., where Shouto is watching his dad die on live television

aaaaaand that’s the chapter end

my god. this went from “eh” to “epic” in like .06 seconds. is this the fight that anon was talking about a while back? because this was pretty damn good, I gotta say. fucking damn

[fromdirectorlanawachowski]

honest and unmerciful endgame thoughts

a sequel to this post

this is deadass one of the worst movies i’ve ever seen.

a few brief thoughts before i get into the more or less play by play.

- making jokes about how time travel in movies isn’t really how time travel works doesn’t work if you’re a fucking movie dude

- fat thor was a fucking disgrace

- professor hulk has to have been 80% ad-libbed because there’s no way someone actually wrote that garbage dialogue

- using a past thanos was a mistake because we don’t actually give a shit about him

OKAY LETS GO

actually fuck it i was gonna do plot point by plot point but i’m just so exhausted i don’t have the strength to do it. i’m gonna go in broad strokes and if you want me to elaborate on WHY something was bad feel free to yell at me in the DMs

okay lets go

right away the whole thing with clint fucking turning on the spot as his family disappears was goofy as all hell. i know exactly what they were going for but having him literally turn on the spot instead of go into the house or go into the shed just draws attention to the absolute hilarity of how fast they vanished compared to others.

why the fuck was tony skin and bones when he got back to earth. i know he was in space for three weeks but they clearly show him eating during the montage of him and nebula doing.... things?

also everyone just kind of trusts nebula? okay? i’d be wary of purple aliens in light of what just happens but inclusivity i guess

also you mean to tell me that in three weeks they scanned the entire universe for gamma radiation? also enough gamma radiation that would show up on a scan from light years away but not fry everyone nearby when thanos snapped?

as soon as they killed thanos i knew the climax of this movie was gonna suck ass.

the writers have no idea how fast human hair grows if five years later natasha still has that godawful blonde dye on her tips

a fucking rat got scott lang out of the quantum realm. i don’t have any commentary for this because this scene speaks for itself. a rat.

moreover how did they even get the van down from the rooftop it was on at the end of ant man 2

fat thor. i don’t have any commentary about this either. the whole thing reeks of the russos looking at taika and going “you wanna be a funny man? you want thor to be fucking funny? you think he’s hilarious? fuck you”

oh i guess i did have commentary on that after all

i’m glossing right over the gay scene because again, taika fought tooth and nail to get bisexual valkyrie and now the russo shitters get to say they had the first canon lgbt character and it’s a couple of throwaway lines that can be redubbed for china. seriously. i don’t think there’s ever a scene where he says “he” or “him” while his lips are on screen.

apparently i am doing this relatively plot point by plot point but i digress

if i was keeping points like cinemasins (ew) i’d take a few off for morgan stark. i’m an bitch but not that much of one.

oh yeah pepper potts’ first of, i believe, four lines in this movie is “yeah i’m reading about compost”. i have no commentary for this either. it speaks for itself.

tony hits upon time travel in a day

i’m so glad we couldn’t get any real character development for anyone but we had time for the four minute “ant man becomes various aged forms of himself and then makes a peeing your pants joke in 2019″ scene.

“that’s how time travel works in movies this is real life” that’s great except that joke falls flat cause you’re a fuckin movie bro

i’m skipping over the entirety of the battle of new york thing because that was just fucking.... *benny hill music*

oh no i’m addressing the ancient one thing. love to have characters retconned into previous movies so they can try and explain the time travel in a way that actually makes it more confusing and also isn’t the way the movie follows

steve leering at peggy through the blinds was creepy, i’m sorry. actually the way he was suddenly obsessed with her this whole movie was really creepy.

howard potts

tony meeting his dad was so awkward and uncomfortable and they really meant for it to be heartwarming but i’m sorry it was fucking hilarious and i was howling with laughter in the theater

likewise thor with frigga. a really nice, emotional moment where thor gets closure with his mom and she overtly says she knows she’s going to die soon but she loves him and she’s so proud of him....

..... and then tops it off with a fat joke. the russos can’t let any kind of emotion hang without making a joke.

when they killed natasha a guy three rows down said “if they were killing her here why the fuck did they greenlight her movie then”

why did thanos get a scene confronting the cost of the stone but clint just wakes up in a puddle? are you gonna tell me thanos cared more about gamora than clint did about natasha? ok.

okay i’ll admit seeing quill dancing on morag without the background music was funny as fuck. rhodey explaining the punchline was not funny as fuck though

three cheers for nebula inexplicably having new abilities

as soon as they brought in past thanos i knew the climax of this movie was gonna suck a big ass

hulk snaps the iron infinity gauntlet because he’s the only one that can withstand the gamma radiation that it allegedly emits and has been mentioned only once before in this movie

the fact that it works is demonstrated by not anyone coming back, but ant man looking out the window at some birds. yeah. gee.

okay i have a question here that may take a little bit to explain.

earlier in the movie it’s explicitly stated they only have enough pym particles for one round trip each. that’s why steve and tony had to go back to 197X to get the tesseract and more particles. 

so.

past-nebula takes current-nebula’s place and uses her particles to travel back to the present, leaving current-nebula with no particles

so how did past-thanos bring his ship to the present with no pym particles

anyway past-gamora and current-nebula kill past-nebula to get the iron infinity gauntlet back

the final battle was whatever. i couldn’t for the life of me tell you what happened or where anyone was in relation to anyone else because it was cut so poorly

everyone comes back. remember at the end of my infinity war thoughts when i said the end had no stakes because obviously everyone snapped came back and you all got mad at me? everyone comes back.

the ladies all running the gauntlet would be cool if it wasn’t encompassed by shots of all the men running the gauntlet, drawing attention to the fact there’s literally only like seven ladies and one of them isn’t even a hero

joss whedon was the cinematographer the day they shot wanda fighting thanos, judging from all the gratuitous shots down her shirt. i know elizabeth olsen has nice boobs. believe me, i do. i’m envious. but for the love of christ stop being creepy voyeurs about it

also “you took everything from me” “i don’t even know who you are???” that was a great setup for her to use her mind powers and make thanos experience some suffering but they just didn’t do that so those lines are hilarious

tony gets the stones and snaps, killing thanos and all his army. thanos fades away into dust while a woman vocalizes in the background in a manner that’s less satisfying than when voldemort did the exact same thing in deathly hallows part 2

tony dies because i guess?

at the funeral everyone is there and there’s shots lingering on everyone including this weird kid who looks like he’d microwave a gerbil? i had to google him and it’s supposed to be the kid from iron man 3. i feel like seven years later you should probably put in a line like “thanks for coming <whatever that kid’s name was>

okay we’ve reached the part i have the absolute most beef with.

steve’s ending

from the start of this movie he’s been inexplicably obsessed with peggy. the ending is telegraphed from a mile away and i was still shocked and stunned that they actually did this.

so steve just gives up everything, all his friends and family, to go back in time to be with a woman he knew for max a year, in the heat of war, where emotions run high and they may very well have latched onto each other in case they died.

steve rogers, the man who wielded mjolnir, the man who broke his friend’s mental conditioning just be refusing to fight him, just sits back through the 50s and 60s and 70s and 80s and 90s. the cuban missile crisis, the LA riots, the assassination of JFK, the death of howard and maria stark, the infiltration of shield, the berlin wall, 9/11, the war on terror, and he just.... did nothing?

what the fuck was that

sam is captain america now though so i’m down with that

but i’m still so angry

this is beyond character assassination for steve. it’s... outright brutal murder and mutilation. anywhere i can, i give endgame a half star review FOR THIS ALONE. setting aside fat thor and how they treat Ragnarok, the fact they think steve rogers would, after everything he’s done and learned, go back into the past where there was still a chance he could help his friends in his own way, and do NOTHING, is the most infuriating thing about this barely-polished turd of a movie.

IN CONCLUSION i said infinity war was the worst movie marvel had ever put out and marvel went “haha we can do you one better”

endgame is just three hours of setpiece, gag, setpiece, gag, setpiece, gag, occasionally punctuated with emotional moments that aren’t allowed to hang long enough for the emotion to sink in before a joke is made, usually at thor’s expense.

[wincestisasincest]

Murder in the Blue Morgue -- Part 7

Y’know, every three months is still a technically consistent update schedule.

Also, this chapter is super long, and was an absolute doozy to write, so enjoy. Be on the lookout for poorly written character development, that’s kind of my specialty. 

Also, it’s summer, so maybe I can actually write more of these now. 

Tag: @saturnsocoolioyep​

If y’all wanna be tagged(I still think the above is how you do it, so do correct me if I’m wrong) just ask. 

Also, here’s the masterlist, for 1-5: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181757211705/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-masterlist

I’m updating Tumblr first, but shortly after this goes live, the whole thing is also on my Wattpad and Archive. God I hope this happens quickly because I am so tired.

Here she goes.

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Josephine's breath shifted the dust particles around the dank hallway. Well, they couldn't exactly be called dust, but whatever particles had popped into existence due to all of the drama that had happened in the hallway, and had decided to remain there afterwards to haunt the building and the conscience of anyway who had passed through it.

Inviting.

The light blinked ominously. No person in their right mind would've stayed to sleep in this hallway after someone had been murdered in one of the neighboring apartments, which made it perfect for late night revisiting.

The thought had occurred to her that if they noticed that she was missing from the police station this would definitely be the first place that they looked, but the officers on duty seemed to have a "give her space" attitude, which was perfect for scheming. The cameras would catch her, of course, but only as an afterthought. All she needed now was to see the scene. Perhaps for her own closure.

The door was already open, the shadowy interior flooding into the hallway. Of course, it was blocked to hell with police tape, like everything else in this damn building, but the easy part about that is that you can always just bend under it.

Jo shoved her hands in her pockets, entering the apartment as though she had just gotten off of school.

The dead body of her mother was sprawled across the floor, with very obvious stab wounds sprinkled all over her body. Blood had pooled into the cheap carpet, as well as the cheap t-shirt and under the tacky nails of her mother. The light from the hallway crept around the nooks and crannies of the corpse, casting angular shadows that made her look like a character from a comic book.

Jo fished the lighter out of one of her pockets and flipped it open, flicking the light with the calloused tip of her thumb. The last thing she'd need was someone calling the cops because she'd idiotically turned the lights on.

The tiny flame danced about the remains of the apartment, everything either wrapped in some sort of crime-scene plastic, or taken and placed god knows where as if her goddamn used, unwashed fork in the sink was important evidence.

Jo held the light above her in a mock statue of liberty, and observed the ceiling, the only thing that seemed to have remained untouched. Her reflection in the lightbulb was like that of a bathroom mirror, with every one of her grizzled and tired features coming to center stage. The reflection of the light was interrupted by a small, spiraling shadow.

Jo put out the lighter and pulled her jacket sleeves over her hands, navigating by touch and instinct to the bathroom, where she retrieved the footstool and returned to the base of the lamp, reigniting the lighter.

Her fingers reached out and plucked the obtrusion off the lightbulb, returning her complete reflection. It was a spiral of red hair that did flips around her index finger and pinkie.

"Figured you'd be here." A husky voice sliced through as Jo shut off her lighter. A corpse-like silhouette occupied the door frame.

"Figured you wouldn't. They're looking for ya, y'know."

"Love, if you think this is my first time evading the law, you'd be sorely mistaken."

"Thought as much. But your friend might not be as experienced."

"That's what I'm here for."

"Again, though, he was deft enough to kill a person, so maybe I've underestimated him."

"You seem like a smart girl. Smart enough to know what you're saying is bullshit."

"Well call me a Devil's Advocate, but I'd challenge you to look at the evidence."

"Hm. Challenge not accepted. It's not him."

"I'm not the one you need to tell. You'll probably be confronting the judge in a few months."

"Maybe, but that'll be separate from Dents."

"You seem like a smart girl. Smart enough to know what you're saying is bullshit."

"Well, this isn't going anywhere." The figure shifted forward in the door frame before it was consumed in the darkness of the apartment.

"Nope, but I am." Jo shoved the hair into her pocket before darting to the backroom, throwing open the window, and flinging herself onto the fire escape.

Worming her way around the stairs, she dropped to the lower level, before determining herself close enough to the ground to jump off. She crash landed before bending her knees to make her landing somewhat more graceful, just like she was 10 again and wanted to fulfill an in-poor-taste dare. She pulled herself up and began to sprint around the corner, not stopping to look behind her.

The block passed in a blur, and the corner store's neon lights came into full view. The small mom-and-pop shop was not only a keystone of the street, but also her ticket to possibly escaping the madman that had advanced at her a few seconds ago.

She pushed the door open and the bell flipped over itself, its ring sailing through a vacant store. Caleb, the bored college dropout tasked with watching the place in the evenings, took a rather large hit, fresh from his personal stash, before facing her.

"Hey, man. Can I use the back door?"

"Whatever you say, just do it quick before that other customer comes in."

She whipped her head around, still on high alert. The street was bathed in a large shadow overcast by an even larger man across the street. And to think. She'd taken them to the diner earlier.

The man began to approach the stop in a way reminiscent of the Hash Slinging Slasher, though she got the sense that there would be no comedic conclusion to follow. Not pausing to test her theory, she crawled under the counter, ripped open the door to the slightly stalling door to where they kept all of their supplies, and pushed herself through the large, unlocked, double doors that they would use to unload trucks.

The night was crawling on her again, and the alleyway let some bare moonlight flow through the clothes lines coming out of the windows to spill on her face. She continued to sprint under the clotheslines before taking a brief excursion on another alleyway, this time undercut by the steps up to a makeshift rooftop garden.

The world around her had gone quiet. Like it was a point in a movie where she would meet her old nemesis, hiding in the corner, waiting to let go of their blanket of shadows and shoot her down. But instead it was just her.

You can't really see the stars on any given night in New Jersey, even in the South, but occasionally, on a super clear night, some divine force's toothpick pokes through the sky and you can see the stars glaring down at you. Of all nights that this were to happen on, it had to be this one.

She continued her gait, though it had somewhat slowed. She doubted that she had actually successfully eluded them, but perhaps they would find her more out of their persistence and not their own skill in tracking. That gave her time for the moment.

The next stop would, of course, be the police station. Maybe she could even act like she never left, if no one had noticed her or bothered to check the footage. She'd gotten her closure, and perhaps the rest of the night could fall into place like that had.

That being said, the police station would be where she was expected to go. There wouldn't be any harm in waiting everything out in an equally safe place, where perhaps the location and the night could play equal parts in hiding her. No harm at all. This is her city, with her people, and the safest place that she could've been at the moment.

She hadn't stopped to notice that her feet had stopped carrying forward as she had become lost in her thoughts. The city was all hers, and yet there was nowhere that could guarantee her safety.

Noodle darted off the roof of a building and grabbed her. Her hand stifled a scream.

"Look, look, I know this is sudden and everything, but we need your help. I promise we're not gonna hurt you or anything, but you are coming with us."

A white van, like the kind that children disappear into, pulled up from behind the corner. Before Jo could even attempt to bite her attacker's hand, she was flung into the back of the shady van. Just another great way to keep the chase moving forward.

Okay okay okay. Calm calm calm. You're so goddamn fine. Everything is peachy. Don't look worried. Don't look worried. Don't look worried.

Her vision had gone slightly blurry due to the force of the impact, but nothing that a few quick blinks couldn't handle. Slowly, the image of the lanky, blue haired guy that had haunted her thoughts for the last few hours focused into view. Never in her life did she think that he would look menacing.

"Okay, I know this looks bad," Normally, it was easy for her to take his voice seriously, but with all the bitter resent seeping in, it sounded so much more annoying, "But you need to help me find out who killed your mum."

He was smoking a cigarette, which, if Jo wasn't already intensely used to the smell, she wouldn't assumed to be weed instead. But nope, just more classic stuff they tell you not to do in school.

"Um, no, I don't think I will actually."

"Please."

"Nope."

"Noodle, it's not working."

"'D, you gotta try a little harder than that. I'll go find Mudz and Russ."

"Wait, Noodle-"

The van shook slightly as she hopped out the back. Very stable. The smoke lingered longer than the eyes of the pair in the van, both refusing to look directly at each other.

"I'm really sorry about all this, okay? But, I'm innocent, I swear, and I need to find out who it was."

"This ain't a goddamn movie. You're rich. You can hire a lawyer and pay off the jury. You'll get out unscathed, and maybe with a little bit of Chicago and a little less of OJ, it might even work out for ya. AND, I don't need to be involved with any of this."

"You knew your mum better than anyone else."

"Yeah, and I think you did it, so I suggest you find someone else."

"I didn't fucking kill your mum!" Jo didn't think that he had it in him to raise his voice. Though, she also didn't think that he was capable of murder. The scratchiness of his throat was really brought out in the yell, and she could tell that it still wasn't something that he did too often. He could tell too. It was quickly replaced by even more silence, this time with the two making perfect eye contact.

"I thought I told you that I didn't want to be involved in any more shit. I don't know anything. I won't tell anyone. I just wanna fucking go home." Her voice was also a lot smaller than she was used to.

"I- look, sorry I yelled, you're clearly freaked out, I-"

"I'm fine, but I'd be even better if I were out of this van right now."

"I don't," he sighed, "I can't do that."

"You mean you don't want to."

"I just, I didn't do it. I really didn't."

"If it makes you feel any better, that's what I told the police."

"Really?"

"Yeah, before they convinced me otherwise," his face dropped, and she knew she shouldn't be feeling bad for him, but she recoiled, somehow feeling like she had gone too far, "But, what I believe wouldn't have changed what I told them. They, uh, already knew most of it anyway."

She was sitting face up, with her legs stretched apart in a mock half-straddle, her hands resting in the middle. 2D rubbed his eyes with one of his hands in contemplation.

"Well, I guess-"

"STRAP YOURSELVES IN KIDDIES, WE'RE HITTIN' THE ROAD!" Murdoc and Russel swooped into the front of the van while Noodle hopped in through the back slamming the doors shut. Murdoc man-handled the car into starting before either 2D or Jo could sling out a retort or question. The van lurched forward and 2D topped to the ground, joining Jo, while Noodle remained, standing tall.

"Russ, can we have the live feed." Noodle politely looked over the seats in the front.

"Sure thing, catch." Russel flung a clunky, 90s looking TV from the front seat over the heads of the pair on the floor, which Noodle caught gracefully and plugged into one of the outlets that was, for some reason, in the back of the van. The television whizzed to life and filled the car with static.

"Where's the remote?" Noodle announced to the van as she took her place on the floor in front of the TV.

"Oh, I fink I'm sittin on it, hold on..." 2D searched under his ass for the remote, while Jo was still struggling to comprehend the spectacle.

"Okay, it's definitely local news..." Noodle flipped through the channels on the television while both 2D and Jo crawled up next to her.

The camera zoomed in on a shot of the van, the camera courteously going a few blocks up as well to show the cops on their tail.

"-popular band Gorillaz is currently on the run from the police, as their lead singer 2D is suspected of murder. The band currently-" the voice of the newscaster cut swayed in and out, in time with Jo's consciousness, as she dared to not be too light headed.

"-on the lookout for Josephine Powell, daughter of the deceased, snuck out of the police station this morning, and will be charged as an accessory to the murder as new evidence comes to-"

"Wait, what?!" Jo leaned in to the TV, the images of her face that had been taken when she arrived at the station flashing clearly and proudly on the screen.

"You're a part of this, now, kid! Keep up!" Murdoc shouted from the front, his tongue sticking directly out of his mouth and curling upward as he swerved, half focused on the drive and half focused on the escape.

"No, no, oh my god, I'm an accessory?!" Jo pushed herself into the back of the van.

"Yeah, you have to help now!" 2D did a joyous fist-bump to the air, though it didn't match his slightly accusatory tone.

"I still think you did it, asshole."

"Aww, really?"

"Really really."

"Well, you can believe that as long as you like," Russ cut in, "Your name is another that's gotta be cleared though. And that ain't gonna happen if you go back to them cops. So help us in the meantime."

"I don't even know where to start with that. Like, help with what?"

"Help us find out who did it. If we have definitive proof that it was someone else, which it was," 2D added slightly resentfully, "then we can prove that I'm not guilty."

"No, I got that part, but what could I possibly tell you that would help with that. Everyone's either fucked my mom, had it out for her, or both."

"Not a soul you can fink of?" She found herself not being able to look him in the eye again.

"Well, the only people that she liked slightly were the other moms. Like, y'know, with your kids. And I'm pretty tight with their kids as well."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we have a group chat."

"Well-"

"I don't know if it's a good idea to show up with the guy who murdered one of their friends asking for help. They might even be expecting you."

"Nah, they wouldn't think we're that stupid." Murdoc interjected from the front, lingering on the first syllable of the word 'stupid'.

"Yeah, and we're good at getting away with stuff. We'll figure something out." Noodle didn't even look away from the TV.

"Well, okay I guess. The closest one is in Minneapolis. So, we can go there, I guess."

"Don't count on it being too soon. I'll need at least a few hours to loose these cops." Murdoc's tongue had retreated into this mouth.

"Ah, see, everyfin is gonna work out." 2D took another hit and leaned all the way back, forgetting that Jo was there completely.

Jo scooted herself all the way into a corner and went back to focusing on her consciousness. Not only had it been one of the most trying days of her life, but the hour was transitioning into four in the morning, and she had been up since five. She wasn't one to get sick on car rides, but the sway of the van made her very nauseous. Her eyelids seemed heavier with each creak that the van gave.

But she couldn't sleep. Wouldn't sleep. As uncomfortable as her house was, that place was still where she made her bed. And this wasn't.

Murdoc had managed to pull some smokebombs and real bombs out of god knows where, and, with the help of Russel, had a clearly laid out strategy for launching them in the air at their attackers. His gangly fingers had chucked one of them out of the now open left window of the car.

The van swayed a final time before everyone was plunged into complete, smoky, darkness.

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Another fun fact, I’m also thinking about releasing another 2D series, so I can keep myself motivated and work on both at the same time. This one might be actual 2D x reader though. Don’t worry, same style, just different ship, and less road trip murder adventure. But yeah, that’s all for now.