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gingerteafairy · 17 days ago

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Hi Angel!!! I just discovered your account and I luvsss itt!! I was thinking maybe you can do A Todd x reader, where she is a popular girl and he is the same old loser? Idk if you would like it 😭 Keep up the great work! 💕

suree, i just love writing about my favorite loser. tysm for appreciating ❤️‍🩹

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 (𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

You need help in chemistry and luckily Todd Haynes is the monitor. You’re pretty sure you’re getting the cutest chemistry private lesson ever.

tags n warnings: smut,dom!reader,sub!todd,KINKS,cockwarming,aftercare,handjob, unprotected piv,pet names,cursing,he's such a nerd. word count: 3.7k

"How about we skip chemistry today?" Your friend Ally suggests, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she flashes you a grin that could light up the whole school. Her fiery red hair bounces as she tilts her head, clearly expecting you to be on board. "I’ve been dying to try out that new ice cream shop near my house."

Hailey, never one to resist fun, claps her hands together like she's just heard the best idea ever. "Yes! Let’s make it a full-on girls’ day!"

"Oh my God, Ally, that sounds amazing!" you say, practically bouncing on your toes. "I could really use some new mascara, too." You pause, suddenly thoughtful. "But... my chemistry grade might actually die if I skip today. And well, I was looking forward to today's class," you admit. "We’re mixing acids and bases to create colorful reactions. It’s like a science experiment with rainbow explosions. How fun is that?"

Ally raises an eyebrow, her mouth curling into a teasing smile. "Wow. You really are a nerd, huh?" she says, flipping her hair as she opens her locker and adjusts her pink tank top. "I can’t even remember the last time I paid attention to that bald guy’s lecture."

"I’ll share my notes later, silly girls," you tease, giving them both a wink and making a heart shape with your hands.

Hailey practically launches herself at you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "You’re the best!" she gushes. "I swear, you’re like an angel with a perfect GPA."

You laugh and hug her back, feeling warm and fuzzy. "Alright, alright. Enough with the mushy stuff. I’ll see you guys later, though!"

As you walk toward the chemistry classroom, you spot a group of boys hanging out near the lockers. Dave and Martin are laughing, but it’s the boy standing next to them that makes your heart do a little flip. You’ve seen him around school before, but today? He’s definitely caught your attention. He 's cute. Messy brown hair falls just above his chocolate doe eyes.

What really gets you is that every time your eyes meet, he quickly looks away like he wasn’t expecting you to notice. You smile to yourself, amused and a little flustered as you head into the classroom.

You barely hear the teacher’s voice when he starts talking. Your mind’s still stuck on the cute guy in the hallway. That’s when the door creaks open, and he walks in—trying to be all sneaky through the back. His sneakers squeak loudly, and you can tell he’s hoping no one notices him.

Your heart skips a beat when his eyes lock with yours. You can’t help it—you smile, and even throw in a little playful wink. He glances around, clearly checking if anyone else saw the exchange, then looks back at you. You lean back in your chair, mouthing a casual "Hey."

His face instantly turns a shade of red you didn’t even know was possible. You giggle softly, and he shyly points to himself, his voice barely a whisper. "Me?"

You nod, trying not to break into a full-on grin.

"Late again, Mr. Haynes," the teacher says, his voice dripping with annoyance.

"Sorry, Mr. White," the boy mutters, quickly stuffing his hands in his pockets. He glances up just in time to see you lightly tap the tip of your pen to your lips, pretending to concentrate on your notes, then shoot him a cheeky grin.

The teacher shakes his head, unimpressed. "You’re lucky you’re the class monitor. Sit down, Todd. Try not to act like you’re starring in your own spy movie, alright? You’re the only one who knows anything about this subject."

Todd. You finally know his name. How had you never noticed him before? And he’s the monitor? This could be your chance.

As he walks toward an empty desk, you lean over and whisper, your voice playful and sweet. "Hey," you say, catching his attention. "You wanna sit with me?"

He freezes for a second, eyes wide, like you just dropped a bomb. Then, realizing he’s in a classroom full of people, his voice cracks as he repeats, "What?" His cheeks instantly turn even redder. The teacher shoots him a warning glare, and he drops his voice, practically whispering now.

"Sorry! Um, sorry," Todd stammers, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, looking around nervously but also a little excited. After a beat, he slowly walks over to the desk next to yours, trying to act casual but failing miserably. "I—I guess... if you don’t mind."

You watch as he sits down, and you can’t help but notice the faint blush coloring his cheeks. It’s so adorable. You’re so close you can smell the faint citrusy scent of his cologne. You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, pretending to take notes as you steal glances at him.

Todd dives straight into the chemistry experiments, his focus sharp as he explains the reactions to you in the calmest, most effortless way possible. It’s like he’s been doing this forever. You almost forget you're in class—until your heart does that fluttery thing every time his eyes meet yours. You’re pretty sure you’re getting the cutest chemistry lesson ever.

"Thanks for… the seat, Y/N," Todd mutters, his voice barely audible. He glances at you for a split second, then quickly looks down at his desk, fidgeting with the books in his backpack like he’s trying to distract himself from how nervous he is.

You can’t help but smile at his awkwardness. "How’d you know my name?" you ask, walking beside him in the hallway, tilting your head playfully.

“Uh… I asked Dave,” he mumbles, clearly flustered. You lean in a little closer, pretending to be intrigued, though you’ve already heard him loud and clear.

You just can’t resist teasing him. After all, he's been adorable all day. You shift slightly, letting the sweet fruity scent of your perfume reach him. "Sorry, Toddy. What did you say?"

"Toddy?" His face turns brighter than a tomato, and he runs a hand through his messy hair like it could somehow make him less embarrassed. "I—I asked Dave for... the cute girl in chemistry class. He said you guys were friends since, like, elementary school."

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. "Awww, you think I’m cute?" you ask, giving him a soft, sweet smile.

Todd’s face deepens in color. "I... I think you’re a table," he blurts out, then immediately hides his face in his hands, as if that could make his awkwardness disappear.

You blink, trying to process his words. "What?" you ask, laughing.

"You know, the periodic table," he stammers, his words tripping over each other. "Like... you're periodic... means you’re cute. Periodic... like... magazines for nerds and cute girls and, uh... forget what I said," he quickly adds, visibly relieved when he sees your bright smile.

You burst out laughing, and though your cheeks are starting to heat up too. You lean in a little closer, still giggling. "I think you're a total nerd—and I love it."

Todd looks at you, blinking in surprise, as if he didn’t expect you to respond that way. "A nerd?" he echoes, his voice low but with a hint of a smile.

"Yeah, a cute nerd," you tease, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "One who apparently knows everything about chemistry."

He laughs, a soft, nervous chuckle that makes your heart flutter. "I just—uh—like to help. It’s kinda my thing. I helped Dave once and, I guess, it just stuck."

You raise an eyebrow, your head tilted playfully. "How about you help me? I really need to improve my grades," you say, teasing but with a mischievous smile.

“You serious?” Todd echoes, shifting on his feet as he tries to process what you’re asking.

“Totally." You say, your voice smooth like velvet, approaching him slowly and brushing your fingers over the lace of his hoodie. "I think you're the only one who can help me."

“Really?” he repeats, his eyes widening as he backs up toward the lockers, trying to distance himself while you come closer to tie his hoodie lace into a neat bow.

“Really.” You give him a reassuring smile, letting your hands slide down the sides of your body. "What about 4pm at my place? Is that okay?"

“Today?” He blinks, eyes widening like you’ve just dropped a bomb. “I’m free! I’ll help you. Don’t worry. Anytime you want.”

“I'm actually going shopping today...” You bite your lip, glancing him up and down with a teasing smile.

"Shopping? Oh, sure!" Todd chuckles nervously, face-palming himself. "Go have fun."

“Sure? But I want you, Toddy,” You pout dramatically, but can't help but giggle when you see him lean back against the wall, clearly trying to keep his cool.

“You want me?” He swallows hard, blinking rapidly like he’s trying to make sense of what you just said.

"Yes… I’ll wait for you, okay?" you confirm with a wink, before turning to walk down the hallway, blowing him a kiss. Thank God he didn’t see the goofy grin you’re sporting.

"Okay…" Todd breathes, leaning his head back against the wall, utterly dazed as he tries to process everything that just happened.

Todd went home and took the longest shower of his life, mentally preparing for the most important study session he’d ever had. He was certain he was going to need all the courage he could muster to survive the next few hours with you.

The doorbell rings, and you open the door to Todd, who freezes when he sees you in a t-shirt and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. "Hey, Toddy. Come on in."

You step aside to let him in, and he follows you up the stairs to your room, trying not to look at you as he climbs.

Once inside, you sit on the bed and open your notebooks. He follows you, sitting on the edge, with all his books spread out in front of him. "You're too far, sit closer," you ask.

Todd slowly scoots closer, his fingers brushing against yours as he settles down next to you on the bed. For a moment, neither of you speaks. You both glance at the open textbooks in front of you, but the words blur together. It’s almost impossible to focus with him so close.

You can feel the warmth of his body next to yours, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the soft smell of your room. Every time you catch his eye, he looks away quickly, his cheeks tinged pink.

"Uh, so, um..." Todd stammers, trying to sound serious. "Do you, uh, want to start with the chemical reactions or the organic compounds?" His voice is a little too high-pitched, and you can't help but grin.

“Anywhere you want," you tease, your lips curling into a smile. You turn slightly toward him, your knee lightly brushing against his.

He looks at you, his eyes wide, as if surprised by the touch. "I—I didn’t even realize we were that close, sorry," he says, his voice barely a whisper.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance but secretly feeling your heart race. "Guess we’re just... naturally close," you tease, your hand lightly resting on the open notebook, but not really paying attention to the words. His fingers hover near yours, but he doesn't dare to move.

Todd's breath catches when you look at him, your face so close now that you can feel his breath. He murmurs, his voice soft, "I think we should—"

Before he can finish, you lean in just a little closer, your lips barely brushing his as you whisper, "We should what?”

He freezes, his body tense. "I… I don’t know. I was just thinking..." His words trail off as your faces inch closer, the air between you thick with the unspoken desire to kiss.

For a long moment, neither of you moves, just staring at each other, the world outside the room fading away. “Thinking…?” Your heart beats louder than ever, and you can almost hear his racing too.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, you close the tiny gap between you, pressing your lips to his softly. You pull away just a little, still close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. His eyes stay closed for a beat longer, like he’s savoring the moment.

"That..." Todd starts, his voice cracking slightly, "... that was... um... wow.”

“Kissing a teacher is kinda sexy.” You tease, biting your lip as you glance at him doing the same with his.

“Yeah, uhm… I think you're right.” He bubbled, not taking his eyes away from your glossy lips, unaware he was as glossy as yours.

“So… will you kiss me more or will you teach your periodic more chemistry?” You provoke, getting in all fours with your face in mere inches of his.

“God…” he breathes, eyeing your breasts under your shirt in the new position. “i…kiss. I wanna kiss you more. Can I?”

“Just kissing?” You tease even more, playing with his limits, just to see where it could get. “Or… do you wanna something more?”

“Fuck.” He curses, digging his fingers on the mattress to stay sure the moment is real and not part of his loser imagination.

You chuckle, pecking kisses on his face to his ear to simply whisper his name in pure sultry tone. “You wanna fuck?”

“No… I mean…yes, no…” He stammered, swallowing when you licked his Adams apple.

“Say what you want, Toddy.” You inquired, facing him.

“Please, don't call me like that…” he whimpers, touching your hand.

“Why?” You questioned, biting his earlobe as you jumped on his lap, straddling. He check his lap to catch if you're really pressing your pelvis on his forming bulge and you're fucking really good at it. “Oh, you're already that hard, Toddy bear?”

“Fuck, I'm sorry.” He shots before kissing your lips as a starving man, his grip firm on your hip as he drives his hands under your shirt to dig his fingers on the soft skin of your waist, gaining a mewl from you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in his soft curls as you wiggle your hips in the jeans squeezing his hard cock. You push him onto the bed and he settles, laying his head on the pillow to watch you remove your shirt, revealing your hard nipples.

“No bra…” he hisses, anxiously waiting for you to remove your shorts without getting off the top of him. He grips your thigh, feeling how wet you are even through his thick jeans. “This can’t be real. It can’t… I’m a loser and you’re hot. No.”

“You’re hot, Todd.” You praise, lying on top of him to kiss him again. “Can’t you see how wet I am f’you?”

“You… you’re the hot one. Shit, you’re so fucking delicious.” He grunts as you grind on his member, keeping your hands on the bed. “m gonna cum if you move like that…”

“You can touch me, you know?” You whispered between the kiss, taking the boy's hand to your breasts, where he gave them a gentle squeeze, increasing the force a little when you bit his bottom lip.

"Perfect tits." He chuckles, squeezing them a little more as he kisses you.

"You can touch me here too, Toddy." You take his hands to your ass and he gives them a firm squeeze, also directing his hands to your core. "You can touch me wherever you want, baby.”

"Fuck, don't do that to me." He meows, letting himself be carried away by your permission and turning you over on the bed, holding you by the wrists. "I can't take it anymore."

You smile in surprise, resting your knee on his evident erection, feeling him tremble above you. "Do you wanna make me feel good, Toddy?"

"Yes, please." He grunts, shaking his head frantically. "I want it so bad."

“C’mere…” you breathe, opening your legs for the boy who promptly throws his shirt in some forgotten corner of the room and undoes his belt clumsily, as if he had forgotten how to do this basic function.

“Damn belt!” He mutters, making you laugh and help him with the belt, pulling down his pants and red boxers in one go.

“Uhm… you’re so big, Toddy.” You purr, wrapping your fingers around the boy’s hard, wet cock, giving a few pumps that made him melt in your hand with whimpers.

“That’s so g-good… you’re so good…” he whimpers, kissing you. He mutually puts his hand inside your panties, carefully circling your clit.

You grind against his finger, feeling an immense wave of pleasure just from this simple touch. The chemistry between you is immeasurable like the explosion you saw in class.

“I need you.” He asks through tears, and you can tell that you've never seen anything more pornographic than Todd Haynes desperate for relieve, removing his hand to remove your thin fabric.

He swallows hard, grabbing his cock to carefully direct the tip to your entrance. He pushes, feeling your walls stretch with his thick size, which makes you arch your back, in a unisson moan with him.

"So…tight." Todd murmurs, completely inside you without resistance by your completely soaked pussy. “you're so wet f’me.”

He begins the slow thrusts, memorizing every part of your pussy. Todd didn't want to cum, he wanted to live there forever, just like you wanted him all the time. Damn, he had no right to be so delicious, as well as to find your pleasure point so quickly.

"There, right there...God, this is so good, Toddy.” you moan, grabbing his hips with your legs, your breasts swaying as his thrusts increased.

“You're beautiful, you're so…fuck…perfect. I love you so much, so fucking much, m sorry, taking me so well” he babbled, giving sloppy fast thrusts, the skin slapping sounds echoing in the room. “this fucking tight pussy.”

“m gonna cum, m gonna cum.” you whine, shutting your eyes hard as you come undone in a loud moan, muffled by his kiss.

“Cum, please. Melt in my cock, oh fuck, please, cum in me. M gonna cum too.” He groans, digging on a deep thrust with his balls deep as his thick seed fills your womb with pleasure, your eyes on the back of your head. “m sorry f’ cumming inside.”

“that's okay, i'm on pills.” You comfort, ruffling his hair as he rests his head on the crook of your neck, giving a few pumps inside you til his dick softened inside.

“Can I stay here a little longer?” He asks with his puppy sparkling eyes at you. “It feels so good.”

“Okay. Let’s lie on our sides like this.” You suggest and you both comfort your bodies on the mattress, your hand reaching for the sheet under the pillow to cover you both.

“I think I have PE,” he jokes, making you laugh loudly. Todd smiles at the sound, his eyes lighting up as his hand gently runs through your messy hair, as if you were a masterpiece he couldn't take his eyes off.

“If that’s the case, I think I have it too,” you respond, pausing to meet his intense gaze. His eyes seem to melt into you, and in that moment, your heart feels as if it's slowly breaking into a thousand pieces, like a chocolate popsicle left out on a hot summer day. “When you said you loved me…”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that,” he interrupts, suddenly pulling away, but you reach out, pulling him back toward you. You kiss him slowly, savoring the warmth of the moment.

“Don’t apologize,” you whisper softly, your thumb gently tracing his cheek, trying to comfort him. “I like you. You don’t need to apologize for your feelings.”

“I already came too fast and now I’m telling you that I love you. I’m a total loser.” He laughs sadly, caressing your waist and back with his strong hands.

“You may be a loser, but you’re my loser.” You joke, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Damn, you’re so cute…” he mumbles, pulling you into a tighter embrace and leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering as he holds you closer.

Just as the kiss deepens, your phone rings, abruptly breaking the intimate moment. “Fuck, who’s calling at this hour?” you explode, reluctantly pulling away and reaching for your phone.

“Where are you? We’ve been waiting for you at the mall! Hailey’s dad already blocked her card,” Ally says in a rush, her voice tinged with panic, and you hear Hailey’s whiny voice in the background.

“Damn, the mall.” Todd exclaims, his face falling in realization. He immediately clamps his mouth shut, realizing he spoke too loudly, and looks at you apologetically.

“Ooh, who’s that?” your friend teases from the other end of the line. “Is it that cute guy from chemistry?”

“Shh!” you hiss, laughing softly. “He doesn’t need to know I have a massive crush on him.”

“Sorry, honey. You two go ahead and enjoy your date. There's still time for round two, you nasty kitten.”

“Go to hell, Alison,” you laugh, ending the call. You place the phone on the nightstand, sinking back into the soft, warm sheets, hoping to get back to the moment.

“Massive crush?” Todd repeats, his voice light and amused, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

“Don’t get cocky, Todd,” you tease, your eyes narrowing in mock warning. But your heart betrays you as you can’t help but smile. “Ah, who am I kidding? You’re such a sweetheart, my Toddy bear.”

“Of course, I’m gonna get cocky,” he responds with a confident laugh. “I’ve got a popular girlfriend now. I’m a loser, after all—this is basically the ultimate cliché.”

“Yeah, I think I can tolerate that,” you joke, rolling your eyes playfully as you remember the nickname. “You’re periodic.”

“You’re the most periodic of them all,” he retorts, his smile growing wider. He pulls you even closer, his hands resting lightly on your waist. “The most explosive element on my periodic table. I think I should isolate you—you're just too dangerous.”

“That was ridiculously cheesy,” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes before leaning in to kiss him softly. “But I think you can keep that element to yourself, since you’re my boyfriend now.”

“Damn, that was fast.” He laughs, tightening his arms around you as if trying to keep you close, a sense of warmth and happiness flooding over him. “Thanks, periodic girlfriend.”

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petrichal · 6 months ago

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Look, I really love KobyLu, but specifically KobyLu where Koby is a marine and Luffy is a pirate and nothing else, because I LOVE seeing how people handle Koby's inner conflict while also maintaining his dream in canon.

Lead this up with Luffy being himself; he's not fazed by what other people think of their relationship, doesn't give two shits about it, but he's emotionally intelligent-- he goes along with Koby's insistence that they talk away from prying eyes (and isn't it such a pirate thing to do, to duck and hide and whisper under the canopy of leaves, to steal away treasure under the dead of night? Luffy's selfish and possessive of those he loves, so he's gleeful that there's a world where he can see a side of Koby no one else can), and *absolutely no one* would think to ask Luffy about love or dating so it's all the more easier for him to not slip his secret, this back-and-forth meeting with a marine upstart, the first person he had met from when his journey had just begun.

And as time goes on, they both get stronger, monsters in their own right and maybe more distant. But Koby's a sap so every time he sees Luffy on the newspaper after a dangerous stunt, he thinks he's so reckless but he thinks it with such endless admiration and pride that he thinks his heart might just burst. (On the same stretch of ocean, Luffy sees news of Koby too, rising up in ranks after each new exploit and his excitement grows because Koby's gonna be an Admiral and one day, he's gonna have to chase Luffy too. and if he's going to replace one of those shitty Admirals in office, well, then that's a bonus as well.)

If anyone asks them why they keep looking at the newspapers, always staying at the same page and on the same picture, Koby would deflect. He's selfish in that way too; the longer he stayed with the Marines, the more he knew he had to act against the corruption within, and he wasn't about to ruin his career by claiming he's been seeing the future Pirate King in secret. There was also that promise he made to Luffy, something about "catching him eventually" that Koby should've probably thought about harder in hindsight but remembering Luffy's sunny grin made his admission all the more worth it.

(and Helmeppo would sigh, because he's been with this idiot for 2 years and while he can't see what the hell Koby's been seeing in Luffy, if he sees even a trace of that ratty straw hat on the front page of the news, he's gonna pass it to Koby.)

Luffy, though. Luffy is loud. To people close to him- his crew, his trusted allies- he'd yap their ears off about this shy marine guy with incredible tenacity and potential for power and everyone goes woah so you know him? he's a friend? he's your WHAT and he laughs because no one really asked him before and wow, this really is everyone's first time hearing about this, huh?

(and Law knows Koby- Koby the Hero, who was around during the Rocky port incident- and he turned towards the Strawhats with a questioning, alarmed stare only to be met by the same look. Secret brothers, and now a lover?, they'd mutter under their breaths. Zoro though, he looked like he was simply being told what the day was and raised an eyebrow as if it was no big deal. As if he knew already. what the fuck?)

So when Marine Captain Koby comes to visit (under the pretext of wanting to arrest Luffy), waving his hands like he was greeting a friend rather than an enemy, wide smile on his face to match Luffy's, the crew leans back and sighs, and let him chase their captain all around whatever island they'd be docked at at the time.

And, well, if they happen to settle by the shore after that, entangled limbs and hushed talks of dreams, the world, of what lies after holding hands and chaste kisses- that's Koby and Luffy's business entirely.

#i got carried away and let the kobylu symbiote take over idk what the hell happened #its every bit self indulgent but can you tell how i want my kobylu fics to go #also in my ideal world Marineford doesn't exist BUT if it has to then Koby would still get punched by Luffy btw #i love pairings where both of them just don't hold back #and understands that they'd be betraying their promises to each other if they do #ggHHHHHHHH im so normal #kobylu #one piece #monkey d. luffy #koby one piece #my writing #opfanfic #????????#coby one piece #cobylu #actual brainrot i hate these two /aff

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littlelego · 3 months ago

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the charming hearts nation family

levi: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. ann: levi, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck. levi: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. ann: Well, I mean yeah. levi: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. ann: Wait, you just made them? levi: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. ann: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time levi.

night: lili , you need to calm down. lili , slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

gary: Why would you do that? val: Because I feel guilty. haylie: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

ann, texting king: sends a voice message king, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? ann: No, don’t worry, just listen later. later king: presses play ann's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

red: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. angie: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! red: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

ally: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. corn: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. red: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? ally, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

em: savvy, no. savvy: savvy, yes.

florian : How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? robyn: florian , it's four o'clock in the morning. florian : So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

lucky: ally, you're my best friend. ally: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. ally: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

em: How would you like your coffee? red: As dark as my soul. em: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

Cop: What are your names? ann: Don't tell them, red. Cop, writing: red… ann: Crap. red: Nice going, ann. Cop: red: Uh oh.

florian : Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. jr: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… lego: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. kate: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. lucky: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. lili : Mental stability, my old friend! florian : Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

gray: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! lego: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? grayy: What? No! What has orion been telling you? orion, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

In a group chat kenny: A pegan just flew into my window. savvy: Pegan? em: A what? lili : Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. lego: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! lili : Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. lego: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. jr: the disease is soreading

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tragically-jane-doe · 10 days ago

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I FORGOT THERES NEW EPISODES FUCK

In-a 💖💖💖💖 Thanx for finally looking out for your lil sis

Oh yeah I forgot our man is in a house fire

Get your twink ass outta my house

I'm so happy about in-a being in hee-joo corner my girl needed another ally

Fuck these parents

I'm sorry I can't get over how they're clearly in PJs but sa-eon mom is rocking around in heels

Thank God they were just red herring us in EP 8

The driving pass scene is just so fucking silly

Sang woo in the corner sad eyeing his first love holy shit

"Tell me how to hate you" "tell me how not to love you" continues to be lines that BREAK me

Hee-joo is really like every girl having a lil melt down in the bathroom

I too like to do gorey lil crafts Mr og sa-eon

Okay grandpappy go off

If this man starts over explaining how maybe he might not actually be paik sa-eon and hee-joo is just that's been known I will be so happy please

Sa-eon having to be nice to sang woo now that he saved him im loving it

Nah idk if she's obsessed enough she only sent like 100 txts and a millon voice mails

How much do you think he wanted to start kicking his feet twirling his hair when he saw all the texts and VM

IGRL YOU CANT JUST DISAPPEAR HES GONNA LEAVE THE HOSPITAL LOOKING FOR U

In-a baby girl what Cha doinggg

I TOLD YOU HEE-JOO I TOLD YOU

"I've lived because of you, ive endured because of you" is quickly taking second place

Dw babe ik still insanely downbad for you

Guys I think they like eachother

such a fucking baddie here to cause some mischief

THOSE ARTS AND CRAFTS ARE LOVELY

I love Sang woo and Yu-ri dynamic

Never knew stalking your wife could be hot huh

SIR THAT IS DOUBLE STANDARD LET HER STALK YOU

Poor Mr Kang HE JUST CARES SO MUCH

Hee-joo watch out Mr kang is coming for your mans

HER DAD DOING THE SIGHS WHILE WATCHING AHHH HES SO PROUD

The traumaaaa

OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT

Stop they're so fucking cute it's sicking

REAL SA-EON GETTING HIS ASS BEAT TODAY

MY BOY MR KANG GOT RANCID VIBES FROM THIS MOFO

NVM Do-jae is a lil bitch who doesn't understand he's dealing with a actual sociopath

ITSA TRAP MY BOY A TRAP

Peek a boooo my boo

WHY DO-JAE WHY DID YOU START THIS

Ooooh honey sweetie baby child Do-jae DO-JAE BAYBE

Rip my psycho dude

Oh damn he's been at this for ages

Goddamn mommy dearest much

HE'S KILLED CHILDREN AS A CHILD MAAM

I don't like agreeing with sa-eon dad but the man's has a point

Cool he's not dead TIME TO REPENT FOR YOUR SINS SWEETIE

Hes not angry just disappointed

Oh sang woo baby going thru the trenches

Wouldn't it be crazy if all of this could've been avoided if the real sa-eon didn't get seen by the lil brother

HEE-JOO GETTING HER BACK BONE

Did this mother fucker send his own DNA report to in-a just so he could marry hee-joo Jesus Christ

Yes ma'am push his ass down

Eeeeeeeee

Again this man wants her to dom him so bad

He's such a fucking idiot I love him

HES CRYING FUCK

Y'all im losing it THEYRE SO LAME AND IN LOVE

DID EVERYONE KNOW HEE-JOO COULD TALK IN THIS FAMILY JESUS CHRIST

I still can't tell if the step daddy is trash or not?

NVM he's showing up with a gun to a memorial I'm gonna say he isnt

But like he isn't great either but better than sa-eon parents at least

Hee-joo baby girl where r u u can't be dead just no theres like 2 more episodes

Ty Mr reporter man I love you

Wow everyone finding out that they're married like this damn

They cliff hanger me again fuck

I WAS BORN TO MEET YOU

They really pulled no punches huh

I'm sorry where's my here's what to look forward to previews?!?! HOW AM I TO COPE

I know she's not dead but I would like to see her not being dead

Anyways happy new years

#when the phone rings #ep 9 #ep 10

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kingofmyheart-19 · 1 year ago

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Begin Again - chapter 3

Alex POV

"Why are you so nervous?" Taylor asks me.

I jump up and down, "I'm not nervous. I'm excited."

"Excited that your crush is coming?" She teases.

I groan, "I should've never told you."

"Well, I mean you were gushing about your morning yesterday at the meeting. You wouldn't shut up about it." She says.

I punch her shoulder.

She raises her hands in surrender, "Hey, I'm happy for you. I want to meet her."

I nod, "You all will eventually. I just have to take this slow because we have kids and because, well-"

"Because what?" She asks.

I sigh, "She's a widow. Her wife died like six months ago."

Her eyes widen, "Whoa. Like whoa."

I bob my head, "Yeah. So I'm really taking it slow."

She claps my shoulder, "Well, it'll all work out. Will you point her out to me?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah."

We walk out and get onto the pitch.

We start warming up and I look around in search of Charlie, who I find quickly.

I then look next to her and see Mack and Riley.

I smile and wave to which they return.

I turn around and we finish warming up.

I quickly jaunt over, "Hi my Charlie!"

"Hi momma! Look! Riley and her momma are here!"

I smile and glance over at Mack and Riley.

"They are, huh? Goodluck kiss?"

She nods and my dad holds her over so that I can kiss her.

I walk to Mack and Riley.

"Hi, Alex!" Riley says.

I chuckle, "Hi! Have fun, yeah? See you guys after?"

They nod, "Go get 'em!"

I smile and jog away, into the locker room.

'Butterflies.’

Mack POV

"Okay. Spill. You like her." I turn with wide eyes to my mom.

I gulp then sigh and nod.

"Mom, I miss Ally still so much. She was the best thing that happened to me, gave me Riley. I don't even know if I'm ready, but Alex- I don't know how to explain it, she's funny, caring, and she has a way of making me spill my guts."

"She makes you feel safe just like Ally did." My mom says.

I look up, "I just don't know if I'm ready or if Ally would want that."

My mom kisses my head, "Ally would want you to be happy. To have someone to take care of you and Riley."

I sniffle and wipe my eyes, "I know you're right."

"Mack, you've been so strong through all of this. Time to let someone in to help take care of you."

I nod, "Thanks, mom."

We watch as the game gets started.

"I guess I'm going to have to learn about soccer." I say.

My mom laughs, "Just like you learned about football for Ally."

"Football still confuses me, Ally gave up on me understanding years ago. I just started cheering when she did."

My mom laughs, "Oh, I know."

The game goes on and I watch as Alex gets a pass from another player, turns, and kicks it into the back of the net.

"Mommy! Alex scored!" Riley shouts.

"She did!" I smile.

I clap and the half gets called.

"Riley! Did you see my momma score?! She always points at me!"

"That's so cool, Charlie!" Riley says and I smile.

"Can you come play after the game?" Charlie asks.

"Yeah!" Riley says and looks at me.

I smile and nod, "If it's okay with Alex, baby."

She nods and goes back to talk with Charlie.

The game resumes and continues on back and forth and finally finishes.

I watch as Alex walks over, "Hey."

"Hey superstar." I say and watch as she bites her lip.

"Momma! Time for Charlie to play!"

Alex chuckles, "Yeah, baby, it's your turn."

She reaches out and grabs her, setting her down.

"Riley come too?" Charlie asks.

Alex looks at me and I shrug.

"You want to go play with Charlie?" I ask Riley.

She smiles and nods.

"Okay. Are you sure?" I ask Alex.

She smiles, "Yeah, here. Come here, Riley."

I smile and feel butterflies in my stomach as Alex grabs her and sets her next to Charlie, the two taking off.

Alex looks at me and smiles, "See you in a bit."

She jogs to catch up to them, getting a ball on the way.

"Wow, that's- she seems really sweet."

I turn to my mom, "She's something, that's for sure."

I watch as Alex puts Charlie on her shoulders and scoops up Riley, then starts signing autographs.

"You're staring, honey."

I shake my head and look at my mom.

I smile, "How can I not stare at that? Riley is so comfortable with her already. It's like she-"

"Fits."

I nod, "Yeah, exactly."

They walk around and then come back, "Mommy! I signed an auto-a uh- what was it called, Alex?"

Alex laughs, "An autograph."

Riley nods, "Yeah! That!"

I chuckle, "Did you have fun?"

"So much fun. Can Charlie and I play?"

I laugh, "Oh yeah, Riley and Charlie wanted to play after your game."

She smiles widely, "Definitely. I need some food though."

"I can grab some sandwiches from this deli I love and meet at the park?" I ask.

"Yum! Yes, please."

I feel a nudge and look at my mom.

I sigh, "Also, Alex, this is my mom, Karen. Mom, Alex."

My mom smiles, "Nice to meet you, Alex. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

Alex's eyes widen, "Uh- yes? Yes, yes you will."

I smile and nod, "Okay then. We will see you at the park."

I grab Riley and watch as she hands Charlie over to who I assume is her mom.

I wave and watch as she heads to the locker room.

'Oh, I'm in deep.'

Alex POV

"Momma! Where's Riley?" Charlie asks from the swing.

I smile, "She's coming, baby."

She accepts that answer and I keep pushing her swing.

Shortly after, "Charlie!"

I turn and see Riley running towards the swing with Mack not far behind, carrying a bag.

I smile as Riley crashes into me, "Alex, can I swing too?"

I nod, "Sure."

I scoop her up and put her in the swing next to Charlie, alternating between pushing them.

"Hey, sorry, that took forever." Mack says.

I smile, "It's okay."

She smiles back at me and shakes her head, "Okay, so I got you a vegan sandwich, they told me it's really good, so I have to trust them, but if you hate it, I can go get something-"

"How'd you know I was vegan?"

She stops, "Uh, what?"

I smile when her ears turn red, "I asked how you knew I was vegan."

"Uh, um, okay. So I'm not creepy, I swear. Although, sometimes Ally would say I do weird things that if you didn't know me, would constitute as creepy-"

I laugh out loud.

She lets out a breath, "I kinda looked at your Instagram."

My eyes widen, "Really?"

She nods, "Yeah. Which how can you be vegan, but you ate pancakes yesterday?"

I laugh, "I'm mostly vegan. So like 80% of the time, I eat vegan, I leave room for real food."

She smiles, "Oh."

I nod, "But let's go back to the creepy thing-"

"Let's not! Here, eat!" She says quickly.

I chuckle as she shoves a sandwich into my hand.

"By the way, I want to know your insta handle."

Her ears become redder, "Uh, okay."

"So adorable." I mumble.

"What did you say?" She asks.

"Uh, nothing!" I shove the sandwich in my mouth.

I moan, "Holy shit, this is good."

"Momma! You said a swear!" Charlie says.

My eyes widen.

"That's a dollar, momma." She continues.

I swallow, "Uh, yup. You're right, baby."

I hear Mack stifle a laugh and I turn to glare at her.

She raises one hand in defense and shoves her sandwich in her mouth with the other.

I continue eating and we both push the girls on their swings.

"So, you're like really good." Mack says.

I smile, "Thanks. I've definitely changed as a player."

She nods, "You evolved."

I nod, "Yeah."

"I'll need to watch some old games of yours so I can compare." She says.

My eyes widen.

"You uh, don't need to do that." I say.

"I want to. I like learning, remember?"

I smile, "Yeah, I remember."

"Momma! We want out!" Charlie says.

"Please?"

"Please, momma! Riley and I want to go play on the slide."

I nod, "Okay."

We take them out and watch as they run to the slide.

I walk to a bench and sit down, Mack sitting next to me.

"So-"

"I-"

We both start and I smile, "You go."

She lets out a breath, "I- I've only known you really for like a week, I mean quite honestly, two days."

I nod.

"But I feel this connection, this something, and I can't describe it. I haven't like had this teenager like crush since Ally and I don't even know if I'm like fully ready, but I like you."

My eyes widen, "You like me?"

She stares at me and recounts her words, "Yep. Yes. That's what I said?"

I smile, "I like you too."

She looks down and plays with the ring on her finger.

I grab her hand, "We can go slow. Like as slow as you want or as fast as you want. I don't care."

She looks up at me and nods, "I'm like waiting for a sign from her. That it's okay to have feelings for someone else. I know that sounds insane, but-"

"It's not insane. You're always going to love her. She's always going to have a piece of your heart. I can share."

I see tears in her eyes and reach up to wipe them.

"Wow, my mom was right."

I chuckle, "Right about what?"

"You're sweet." She says.

I smile and nod, "Well. Can I take you on a date?"

She laughs, "Definitely. When?"

"Friday."

She smiles and pulls my hand to her lips, "Friday, it is."

Mack POV - Friday

I look in the mirror and fidget with my blazer.

'Ugh, Alex is like gorgeous and here I am.'

I shake my head.

"Mommy?"

I turn and see Riley who crashes into my legs.

"Hi, Riley bear."

"Where you going tonight, mommy?"

I smile and pull her up with me to sit on the bed.

"I'm going out with Alex."

She nods, "You guys going to have fun?"

I smile, "I hope so."

"You and momma used to go out. Are you going out with Alex like momma?" She asks.

I sigh.

I kiss her head, "Is that okay, Ry?"

She looks down, "I miss momma."

I squeeze her, "I miss her too, baby. Every day."

"We're not replacing momma?"

"Never, baby. Momma will always be your momma. She's watching over us. She just wants us to be happy."

She looks at me, "I like Alex."

I smile, "I like her too."

"And I like Charlie."

I kiss her head, "Charlie is cool."

"Want you to be happy, mommy." Riley says.

I kiss her head, "I will be. We both will be."

I hear the doorbell ring.

"That's Alex, mommy!"

She gets up and sprints out of my room.

I pick up the picture off of my nightstand.

"Hey babe. I will always love you. Always. I hope you like Alex. She's beautiful, just like you. She will probably keep me together, just like you. I'll be okay."

I look at my rings and pull them off.

I grab a chain off of my nightstand and slip them on, then put it over my head.

"Always, babe."

I stand up and walk downstairs.

I hear Riley giggling and see Alex tickling her.

"Whoa." I whisper.

She smiles, "Whoa yourself. Ready?"

I nod, "Okay, Riley. Be good, yeah? I'll be home later. I love you."

She reaches for me and I give her a hug, kissing her cheek.

"Did you check the closet for monsters?" She asks.

I nod, "Yup, I scared them all away."

She kisses my cheek, "Love you, mommy."

I set her down and she takes off.

"Bye mom!" I call.

"Bye honey! Bye Alex!"

We walk out the front door and Alex grabs my hand.

I pull her to a stop, "You look beautiful."

She smiles and leans in, kissing my cheek.

"So do you."

I feel my face heat up and she chuckles, squeezing my cheeks.

We get to her car and start driving.

'First date.'

#alex morgan #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alex morgan imagines

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thatbanditqueen · 2 years ago

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Basic Training Ch 3

A response to the prompt: "You're staring." Thanks to my harem cohort @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally @powerofelvis and @whositmcwhatsit

Summary: Bess heads to the dance the Morale, Welfare and Recreation Committee for the 37th armored tank division is throwing, and manages to avoid dancing with the most notorious soldier on post, who cannot seem to take his eyes off her.

Warnings: None! Wait, kissing. Swear words. This may be the slowest burn yet. Probably typos, I wrote about 1K words over the last three days and then the rest in a fever dream. So.... may not make sense. Also I am pretty sure the first phase of basic training would not have them in tanks yet, but....I am playing fast and loose with Army life in this one.

Word Count: 5. 3 K

This is my newest WIP, please like, comment, reblog and tag and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You can catch up on the previous chapters here

Basic Training Chapter 3: Just Kiss Me

Saturday, April 5, 1958

7:30 p.m.

The Schwartz Residence, Killeen

Just as her shoe hit the bottom stair, Bess realized she had left her lipstick in her room and was turning back around to grab it when she saw Kay sitting in the living room, dressed in a pink cocktail dress. Her puffy crinoline skirt was gathered in a heap around her as she shifted in place, adjusting her pearl necklace.

“Um, where do you think you are going?”

Kay looked up, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she eyed the tight, fitted sheath dress Bess was wearing. She smiled at how the white sequins and embroidered red flowers glowed iridescent in the dim light and whistled low.

“Who are you dressing up for? The guy who you snuck in last weekend?”

“What makes you think there’s a guy, Katherine, honestly. I don’t sneak men into our house.”

“Uh huh, so you’re all gussied up in your favorite dress just for a bunch of enlisted soldiers?”

Kay grabbed her purse and followed her sister to the door.

“Why are you being weird Bess, I always come with you? You’ve been going to army dances since you were sixteen. I’m about to graduate, plus, I told Dickey I’d meet him there.”

Bess sighed, thinking of Kay’s latest boyfriend. She supposed that she should be happy because he seemed like a harmless nerd, and, according to the files she had pulled on him, was not married, inbred or bankrupt.

“I just - we - I didn’t invite you to this dance because it’s an enlisted platoon. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wow, you must really like who ever it is, if you don’t want me to see you with him. Too bad. Dori called earlier and told me to come. She’s been trying to reach you all day, by the way.”

Bess locked the door, and they got into her car.

“Can you believe her date?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Of course, then it all made sense why you guys would be messing around with an enlisted tank unit. How did Dori even get involved with their MWR Committee.”

Bess rolled up her skirt so she could comfortably drive, and shifted into reverse, arching her eye bow at her younger sister as she did.

“How do you think? She asked to be reassigned to it two weeks ago.”

“Man oh man, she really is lucky. I wonder if we’ll all get to dance with Elvis?”

“Look, Kay, they sent out a memo to everyone, do NOT make a spectacle over Private Presley. Just act like he’s any other solider”

“Of course Bessie bushka. I’m on my best behavior.”

Bess looked Kay in the eyes as they pulled through the base gate.

“I am just going because I told Dori I would, I don’t wanna stay too late. So maybe Dickey Rooney can drive you home if you wanna swing all night?”

“Yeah, sure, ja volt. You don’t have to be ein klafte, Elisabet.”

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The tight cloth of her dress didn’t have much give, and Bess regretted her choice as she tried to keep up and hold on as she danced

“Look, this is tactical move that requires delicate maneuvers—”

“I’m not spiking the punch, Jim.”

Bess huffed and got into her rhythm as they kept up with the band’s rendition of “Tutti Fruity.” If she let her self relax and swing into each step, it was almost like old times when she, Jim and Ben used to go out dancing in Austin or Killeen and she’d take turns dancing with her fiancee and his best friend all night. They had been the three musketeers. But that was last year, when she had a fiancee. And a different future peering back at her from her crystal ball.

The music brought her out of her silent reverie, and Bess looked to her where the band was performing on stage. The lead singer’s voice reverberated through the building, echoing up into the tin ceiling and back down again, making the room buzz with energy. There were six people in the all-Black Flapjacks: drums, guitar, bass, trumpet and then a male and female vocalist. The men wore matching silver dinner jackets and black bow ties, and the beautiful, Black woman had on a gorgeous silver dress with tulle flowers at the bust.

Bess took a deep breath, her attention shifted back to Jim, whose hands were always steady, but never needy. She was grateful he had agreed to come when she called last night and asked. A year ago they had spent almost all their free time together. Stalwart, an honorable prankster, Jim wasn’t shipping out to the Army Intelligence station in Heidelberg for another two months and Bess wondered if their friendship would end. If Ben’s new German wife would win him over and, like his friend before him, Jim would forget all about the last three years of shared adventures and promises of a lifelong friendship. Men mean it in the moment, Bess thought, I suppose women do to. Forever. What a meaningless word. How can we plan forever when we cannot know the future? The song ended and Jim escorted her off to the side. She looked for her sister, and found her swaying with her beau towards the back, hands clasped together between the lock-eyed look of first love.

“I forgot how good a dancer you are, Schwartz. And in that dress, whoowee! You’re a knock out tonight.”

“You can cut the flattery, Jameson, still not spiking the punch.”

“S’not flattery, how dare you insinuate that I would be disingenuous? You look good all dolled up, s'nice to see you this way. It’s almost like fun Bess is back, though a year ago she wudda helped me spike the punch.”

He took out his large, dark leather flask and handed it to her after taking a nip. Bess’ face scrunched up in distaste as the vodka burned down her throat, but she greedily held on and took another long drink.

“A year ago I didn’t work here, I was just hanging out with some of the reprobates from the German language division. Now it would be bad form for a Front Office secretary to spike the punch.”

“Look around, Bessie, this crowd needs to relax. They’re alllllll keyed up waiting for that Hound Dog.”

Jim was right, a heightened sense of anticipation pervaded the warehouse, even the strings of colorful paper lanterns seemed to sway with anxious excitement above them. Bess looked over at the big bowl of punch, next to the trays of deviled eggs, brisket sliders, the lime jello mold filled with seafood salad, pineapple upside down cake and more. She was sizing up the punch and checking her breath as they waited for the next song when she heard a wave of hushed murmurs ripple through the large room and turned to see Elvis, Dori and a few other soldiers in dress uniform enter the dance together. Bess’ eyes narrowed as Elvis’ looked at her.

Jim followed her gaze, then met Bess’ eyes.

“There he is, as handsome as he looks in the movies.”

Bess’ grimace could have cut through glass as she turned to her friend and elbowed him.

“Not you too?”

“What, art thou so high above us mere mortals that you don’t find Elvis Presley attractive, Schwartz? To gouache for a scholar like you?”

“It’s Private Presley now. And I’m not made of marble, Captain. Of course I recognize his attractive features. He just isn’t my type.”

She sniffed, and grabbed the flask from inside Jim’s uniform, the breath coming out of her nose forcefully as she drank a long draught.

“I’ve met him, actually, already. I was there.” Bess took another drink, tipping the flask back again and noticing that the liquid didn’t burn so much this time. “When he asked Dori out. I’m happy for her.”

Elvis and Dori began walking toward them, and Jim noticed how Bess’ stance changed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, suggesting that she what felt was the opposite of 'happy for Dori.'

“Well, I was at the press conference his first day here, at least four reporters asked if he has a girlfriend. Said he was playing the field so many times, sounded like a broken record.”

Bess straightened as she watched Elvis’ hand tighten around Dori’s waist and push under her bust while the blonde leaned into it and introduced Elvis to some of the eager MWR committee members who had stopped them.

“Yeah, that would be the alternate version of Hound Dog, it’s on the B side.”

Jim chuckled at Bess’ joke, but she didn’t notice, she was busy watching the Hound Dog himself, and caught Elvis glance over at her and give a little nod before his lips bent into a smirk. She realized she was frowning and plastered a big smile on her face. Jim watched this exchange with interest as Bess turned back when he spoke.

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Definitely not your type.”

Bess scowled and whispered for him to stop as Elvis, Dori and another soldier approached them.

“Why Captain Daniels, how nice to see ya over at this little ol’ dance for the 37th, are you Bess’ date ta night? Or sneaking in to try and meet you-know-who?”

Dori giggled and playfully tapped Elvis’ chest. In case, you know, they didn’t get whom she was referencing.

Jim nodded and shook his hand to stop Elvis and the other soldier from saluting him.

“Oh, neither, actually, I’m just here to make sure Schwartz doesn’t spike the punch.”

“Don’t believe a word the Captain here says. This is a great introduction, by the way. Captain Daniels, meet Private Presley, you know Doreen of course, and then, well, I cannot say we’re acquainted.”

The liquor had loosened Bess up and she giddily put out her hand to the other soldier, as Elvis fiddled with the blue dress uniform cap under his right arm and took charge of the conversation.

“This is Rexadus, I mean, uh, Private Mansfield, he’s in the 37th wit me, another Mephisss boy, we were inducted ta gather, actually." Now Elvis was turning his hat over and examining it, speaking with confidence, almost as if from a script he had rehearsed in his head. "He’s a solid, solid, guy. He really is. Guess I’m lucky, since he’s spending all his time stuck in a metal box with my ass - I mean stuck with my behind.”

Rex her shook their hands with tight, swift grip and a warm smile. Jim raised his eyebrows at Bess.

“And how do you find the Army, so far, Privates?”

“Well, it was easy ta find, just follow all the tanks.” Elvis smiled and looked down. “Nah, well, speaking’ jus for me, I mean, I was real honored when President Eisenhower sent me an invitation to this here costume party, and all the boys are real nice."

There was that scripted voice again, Bess mused. She had seen under the hood and Elvis' attitude toward being drafted had not struck her as honored and grateful.

"It’s not easy, golly, I tell you, it’s really whooping my - uh - caboose. But I never felt I earned my supper so well, that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Dori giggled like Elvis was the wittiest man in the world, but he barely noticed, his eyes were focused on Bess and she coughed, uncomfortably. It was hard not stare back. She almost forgot to breathe, and exhaled deeply as she forced herself to look over at the band.

Her eyes trailed over to the food, and she looked back at Elvis with concern, knowing he rarely actually went to the mess hall. He had been meeting her at her back stairwell every evening at 5:15, opening her car door and getting in without even asking. As if it were his own car and sliding across her seat was the most normal thing in the world. It actually did seem normal now, and had become part of her daily routine these last three days. They sat there in their own private enclave, and every time, as he laid his head between her thighs and rubbed her waist, she told him that they were just friends hanging out. Yesterday they’d talked past dinner hours and she’d ask him if he didn’t want to go to get food, prompting Elvis to share how someone had yelled out in line at him Monday, asking if he missed his teddy bears, and he hadn’t gone back since. Sergeant Norwood’s wife, apparently, was providing him with a loaf’s worth of peanut butter sandwiches every night. But that wouldn’t have happened this evening and Bess thoughtfully looked over at the food table.

“You must be hungry. All of you, I mean.” Bess stuttered, trying not to stare at Elvis, which, for some reason, backfired, because consciously trying not to made her think about him even more and she failed horribly at being able to stray from his blue eyes for very long. “Because you just got here. Of course.”

Dori smiled and took this as her cue to play hostess and lead Elvis away to the refreshments.

“Yes, of course, of course, y’all must be hungry, doing those tank exercises all day. I made the seafood dip over there in the jello mold, it’s a recipe from Ladies’ Home Journal, you simply must try it and tell me what you think.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t, don’t eat seafood.”

“The brisket is pretty good.” Bess chimed in.

Dori smiled even deeper.

“Hmm, well, I suppose it’s probably ok for a Yankee like ya self, Bess honey.”

She pulled her arm tighter around Elvis, leading him to to the brisket as Bess heard her say, “Personally, I find Millie’s brisket a little bland and dried out, but come on, you’re a growin’ boy, need to refresh ya energy.”

Dori’s giggle trilled back as she walked him away and Bess frowned again when Elvis turned back over his shoulder, clearly grinning deeper as he took in Bess’ eyes following him.

She made small talk with Rex, mentioning how the last time she had heard this band, The Flapjack’s, they had played all of Elvis’ big hits and there had been none tonight.

“He bribed them.”

Rex whispered, looking over at where Elvis and Dori stood, as she fed him a deviled egg and then a brisket slider, sticking her finger in his mouth to lick the barbecue sauce off. Her high laugh echoed all throughout he warehouse, prompting Bess to roll her eyes.

“Bribed them?”

“Yeah,” Rex continued. “Not to play ‘Hound Dog,’ not to play any of ‘em. And he bought cases of cigarettes for all the guys in our unit. He wants to make sure tonight is nice, smooth, and normal. As it can be for him, I suppose.”

Before she had the opportunity to inquire further Bess was distracted by the band as they started up a new song, a rendition of Johnny Mathis’ “Chances Are,” and she watched Dori squeal that she loved this song.

Bess smiled at Rex.

“Well Private, want to cut a rug?”

He hesitated. “Uh, I think -" he looked over at Elvis, who was making his way to the corner of the dance floor. “Probably better if I don’t, gonna go check out the chow.”

“C’mon, you little Yankee, I’ll dance with you, even if you have no taste in brisket.” Jim took her hand and raised his eyebrow. “By the way, Elvis Presley is in love with you Bess.”

“Stop it, Jameson.”

“Did you see how his buddy hardly touched you?”

“How would he know? These boys don’t talk about their crushes in their bunks at night. ‘Sides,he is here with a date.”

“Oh fooey! Elvis doesn’t have to tell him anything, all Rexadus, or anyone need do, is clock how that boy looks at you and, man, that’s all she wrote. You don’t dance with another soldier’s girl, it’s the code. Dori doesn’t stand a chance, honey, he’s just too polite to turn her down. I bet his mama is just like her. Which is probably why he likes you.”

Bess gave him a stare.

“Ok, maybe not exactly like Dori. I cannot see the good Mrs. Presley making you go all the way to Dallas so she can dress shop at the boutiques. They were share croppers, right?”

Bess nodded at Jim as she swayed with him, attempting very hard not to look over at where Elvis and Dori slowly danced.

“Something like that. Very very poor. But Jim, you dance with me, and I was your friend’s girl for two years.”

“That’s different Bess, I hate most women.” Jim looked back over at Rex and his voice trailed off. "Most people, actually. You are saving me from all the eager beavers here looking to snag an officer as a husband.”

“Well, looking around, some of them would probably settle for snagging just a night with an officer.”

They laughed and Jim led her around the dance floor in perhaps the most chaste slow grip of any of any officer or gentleman that danced a slow dance that evening.

The song ended, and the band kept going with their version of Sam Cooke’s hit “You Send Me.”

Bess could not help herself, and found her eyes move to watch Dori press her cheek to Elvis’ and it made Bess’ stomach clench inadvertently. Elvis’ eyes locked on hers while he pulled Dori tighter to him, tilting his head with a smirk. Something in his eyes told Bess he could tell how much she envied her girlfriend, a fact she refused to even concede to herself as she looked away, scanning the room for her sister. To her dismay, Kay was now kissing her dweeby young lieutenant toward the back of the warehouse, not so much dancing as staggering back and forth in place.

Hitting someone’s shoulder, Bess turned to apologize until she saw Elvis had moved Dori right behind them. She stepped hard on Elvis’ foot, then apologized loudly and profusely. That didn’t get him to scout off and they remained dancing next to each other as Jim ignored Bess’s pinches at his wrists clearly signaling for him to lead her away.

“Why hello there, Moo Moo, fancy bumping into you here?”

Dori smiled big and pushed her hands further up around Elvis neck as she swayed to the rhythm.

“Moo Moo? Y’all are gonna havta tell me bout that” Dori giggled. “And look at you Bessie, honey, I just LOVE your dress.” Her eyes moved to Jim. “Y’all having fun?”

Bess stepped closer to Jim, nodding and avoiding the coy irreverence in Elvis’ dark blue eyes as she slyly tried to navigate her partner away from them. She kicked Jim’s shin to let him know that if he did not politely guide her away this very instant she would begin to kick harder.

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Leaning against the wall during a ballad, Bess found herself making a mental note that Elvis’ seemed to avoid dancing to the faster songs. During this one, he had gone off to get some punch and then started walking in her direction only to be assaulted by a troop of MWR committee members, offering him samples of the desserts they had baked as a pretext to come and talk to him. Bess smiled as one asked him to dance, then turned at Mabel’s voice, observing the rosy glow of the other secretary’s cheeks.

“Mhmmm, the punch is good tonight.”

Bess smiled, then leaned in to smell Mabel’s glass.

“How many of these have you had, Mabel?”

The older woman replied without missing a beat. “Five.”

“I’m cutting you off, I think it’s been spiked.”

“Of course it has. By me.” Mabel took her glass back, gulping the rest down with a wink. “Someone needed to liven up this funeral. Hold this for me, won’t you?” She asked, and Bess’ jaw dropped a bit as she watched Mabel cut in on Dori.

Bess wondered if Mabel still preferred Burt Lancaster to the movie star she currently leaned her head against, happily watching her colleague cozily nuzzle into Elvis tall frame. He was a good sport, joking and swaying with Mabel for a second dance, then stepping to the side and chatting with another swarm of woman who tried to contain their eagerness as they brought him another tribute of dessert platters.

Bess danced to The Flapjacks performance of “Jambalaya,” but quit as the music turned toward more and more ballads while the night went on. It was late, the people on the dance floor seemed to have coupled up and the decorum had slowly fallen to the wayside as the senior personnel disappeared. The air fell thick with a heady, hazy lust provoked by the swell of sweet, slow rhythm and blues and the release dancing provided from the stress of barracks life. Jim had ducked out, and Bess wished she had given Kay her keys and gone with him. She managed to stay as far away from Elvis as she could through he evening, which wasn’t hard. If Dori was not monopolizing him, he only made it a few feet before another woman tapped on his shoulder. During this time, Dori had cornered her and begun drilling Bess for information, asking why she didn’t pick up her phone anymore, and what the deal was with Elvis.

“Moo Moo? Is that a nick name? Are you sure y’all are just friends? Honey, say the word, and I will be on my way. I do not throw myself at men.”

Thinking of their double date last week, Bess restrained herself from explaining that this seemed to be Dori’s primary hobby.

“I promise, it’s a silly nick name, Moo Moo is what he called his childhood cow named, get this, Bess. I’m telling you, Doreen, we’ve just accidentally stumbled into a very casual friendship.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and looked out at Elvis laughing with his dance partner.

“He's lonely, and just jives more with women. You saw him with Mabel in the office. I’m not saying I see wedding bells in your future either. But then again, Dori, you don’t want to get romantically involved with Elvis Presley, do you? I can only imagine the havoc he is going to wreak on the girls in this town once he gets his bearing and into phase two. That boy is a fast operator, so fast you don’t even know what happened and boom, you’re asking him out.”

Dori narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm. Well, honestly I don’t want to marry him, Bessie Boo. I just want to experience him. He is so soft, Bess. That jaw! And those eyes. Ufffff. And when he kisses you, oh, it’s like having lightening strike your cheek. I’m fixin’ to get more before the night is over, hopefully with my mouth.”

She winked as the song ended, and strode off to get him back. Bess had to giggle at the glare Dori shot a younger girl from the switchboard office who looked like she was about to ask Elvis to dance.

Lonely, awkward, and ready to be done, Bess rolled off the wall and told Kay she was ready to leave. Her sister politely told her to get bent, promising Dickey would drive her home. So Bess subtlety slipped out of the side door next to the stage and made her way towards her car, ambling slowly in the cool evening air. Bess found it a sweet respite from the crowded, stuffy ware house stuffy. Out here, it was peaceful, and she savored the darkness as she looked up into the black sky. The stars and moon were hidden by some clouds, and Bess tried to get lost in the murky shadows as she wandered away from the sounds of the dance. She begged the wind to tamp down the anxious buzzing in her head. It was then, when she paused in the passage way between two tall buildings, that she heard the sound of footsteps following her, and turned to see a tall, dark figure striding toward her with purposeful, swift steps. His shoulders were back and his hands were out and he slowed when he heard Bess speak.

“All dressed up and marching in a hurry, huh? Loose your parade, Tupelo?”

Elvis’ gait turned into a wide swagger and Bess stumbled into the building backing away from the force of Elvis’ magnetism. It was not a smart escape strategy because he followed in step, his hands on his waist as he looked her over.

“Al - al - always, the smart ass, huh?”

“I’ve been a smart ass my whole life, Tupelo. Try to keep up.”

Elvis shook his head, chuckling low.

“You’re staring. Stop it.”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to stare at you, shoulda worn a different dress.”

She gasped, and Elvis stepped closer, his right arm up against the wall while his left moved over her waist and he whispered into her forehead, his voice was low, teasing, almost babyish.

“Be honest, Moo Moo, did you come out here cuz you wanted me to chase you?”

Bess looked at the eaves of the building above her, she could hear the faint sound of the band back at the dance playing “The Girl Can’t Help It” and Elvis hips swayed very slowly at half time with the beat.

“Nope, I, I was leaving, actually.”

“How could you leave without dancing with me, baby. Not even once. An ya hardly even talked to me all night. Every other girl in there is ready and rearin' ta pounce on me, but you make me come chase after you?”

“I’m - I’m not like very other girl, Elvis. I’m not trying - trying to ….”

The way his thumb trailed up her arm made Bess shudder and she lost her train of thought.

“Hmmm. Not tryin’ to what, Moo, huh?”

He leaned into her ear as he spoke, and the skin on her bare shoulder prickled as his thumb rubbed over it while he whispered softly.

His voice was warm on her neck, and it reminded her of the first summer Mama drove her and Kay down to Galveston spontaneously for a week. They had stayed in a cheap motel across from the beach and enjoyed the warm Gulf water while eating fried shrimp and hush puppies and getting sunburnt. There, in the golden sun of the Texas Gulf, Bess had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to move through the world. No, standing where the sun met the surf had set her free, and she had become a wild animal dancing in the water and screaming into the waves while the sand crabs tickled her feet.

Elvis’ breath on her neck had the same effect. She felt wild, relaxed, totally at the whim of her body as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at his half-lidded eyes. She wanted to pull him close and scream into his mouth, howl at the untamed force of nature that rippled beneath his cheeks. He tightened his hand at her waist and kissed her neck, but then stepped back at her shudder.

“Ya scared not scared of me, Moo Moo, are you?”

She shook her head, but trembled as Elvis fingers feathered lightly down her arm.

“You don’t never have to be scared of me, baby, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Elvis, I -”

He kissed her neck again, murmuring into her skin. The top of his cap rubbed into her hair. “Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can jus… Talk?””

Just as Bess began to answer, she felt a light sprinkle of water on her nose and looked up as it started to drizzle down on them. The rain brought her wits back to her and she gently pushed Elvis away, feeling the water increase and her hair slip down over her face. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are here on a date with someone else, and I have to go home.” Squeezing him in a tight hug, she kissed his cheek one last time as he nodded, before removing her heels and sprinting off through the puddles to find her car.

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Bess had managed to wash her face and get her dress off before she succumbed to the extreme need for a pot of hot tea. Now she stood in her kitchen, towel drying her hair and shivering as she waited for the kettle to boil. Hearing a knock at the door, she yelled out hurrying to the front of the house.

“Kay, the door is open! Or is numbnuts a catching disorder - shit.”

There was Elvis, hat in hand, on her front doorstep.

“Numbnuts?”

She swayed to the side, watching the back of a white Studebaker whirl around the corner. A white Studebaker very much like the one Mabel owned.

“My sister’s boyfriend is not the sharpest shooter in his platoon.” She held her robe closed as she looked down at her thin, white silk night gown. The thin matching robe didn’t do much, but she felt more decorous pulling it over herself.

“Did Mabel sneak you off post?”

Elvis grinned mischievously and strode past her into the house

“Hello to you too, Bessie, whatcha cookin, good lookin'?”

Closing the door, she shoved him as he walked backwards down the hallway.

“Don’t you hello me, what are you doing here?”

Elvis unbuttoned his jacket, and draped it around her shivering body.

“Still cold honey?” He drew her in, rubbing her shoulders. “Let me see if I can warm ya up.”

His jacket was still cozy with the heat of his body as he drew Bess into him. Breathless, she let him enclose her in his embrace, folding her arms into his chest as she lifted her chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“There she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.”

Elvis leaned down to bundle her further into him, his hands moving inside her open robe to caress the sides of her body, his nose stroking hers as she closed her eyes and whispered into his jaw.

“Elvis, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know honey.” He pulled her closer, kissing her cheek at the fold of her earlobe as Bess crushed into his.

Her mind was racing, racing the with knowledge that at any moment her 17 year old sister would come home and probably know how to work the door knob. Racing with the knowledge that her father and mother were flying back to Waco tomorrow and she needed to be rested and alert when she drove to pick them up. Racing with the knowledge that Elvis Presley was the absolutely worst choice for a romantic entanglement or fling, not just because he was famous, handsome, rich and probably already dating any number of women in Los Angeles, Memphis and God knows where else. And therefore, an unimaginable person to be seen with publicly or explain to her family.

But it was worse than that, she could already tell, from the way her mind bent towards him all through the day when he wasn’t around, and directed itself to him with an intense, buzzing focus when he was. For these reasons, she knew he would be the worst kind of all-consuming distraction that she could possible let herself get involved with right now.

Her mouth had other plans. Namely, how could it find his mouth?

“Elvis.” She mumbled as her lips brushed the nape of his neck and her hands wrapped around his body.

“Yes Bess?”

He looked down at her as she tried to find the words she wanted to say.

“I - I - I”

“I know honey, you don’t date soldiers.”

She smiled a lazy, goofy half smile.

“Mmmhmmm.”

He gripped her tighter, pinching the flesh at her sides.

“Honey, dating is not the word on my mind right now. I am not interested in asking you on a date.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I do not have no intention of driving up to your house in my pink Cadillac.”

He kissed her nose.

“I don’ wanna have to come meet ya mama and shake your daddy’s hand.”

He kissed her cupid’s bow.

“And I definitely ain’t about to take you out to fancy restaurant and buy you dinner.”

He kissed her lightly on the top of her mouth, his teeth grating over her lip.

“I do not want to date you, Bess.”

“Good, because I don’t want to date you either.”

“So don’t date me, baby. Jus kiss me.”

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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Smokey and Liang have one kid who's the reincarnation (of sorts) of a powerful Energy based being, five kids who have strong nature powers as well as Guan Yin's blessing, a mini me of Smokey himself, two rambunctious Werewolf kids that probably have Celestial powers and (future) twins who are Liang's mini mes.

No wonder the Gods are scared, that's some army. I'm amazed any Demons even bother to mess with the pilgrimage. 😅😅

Though if there's anyone who needs to send a S.O.S to their counterparts/allies, it's the Reborn!Jade Emperor. 😂😂

referencing this post XD

Just multiple Jade Emperors on call with eachother asking for help with the monkeys.

Reborn!JE: "Please, their first born is the manifestation of positive chaos. They've adopted two of Revati's children." Netflix!JE: "You think thats bad? My monkey destroyed my palace! And now he's back on earth Multiplying!!" HeroIsBack!JE: "Sun Wukong got out??" NewGods!JE: *dial tone* 2000scartoon!JE: "Can't be too bad. I'm getting harassed every other week by demons, rogue celestials, my own rebelling staff, and Wukong himself." Reborn!JE: "Guys please. He has like nine..." *someone updates* "Wait they're what!? Oh sweet Pure Ones! They're having twins!!" LMK!Azure Lion: "Wow, I took a bad time to pick up the phone huh?"

#monkey king reborn #jttw inspo fan children #jttw inspo ocs #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #fruitiedads #wukongverse #lmk jade emperor #the jade emperor

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lookismaddict · 2 years ago

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Lookism Chapter 439 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

God, I was looking forward to doing this chapter review today but then my day really started off not as good as I hope for. But it’s ok. I just hope that this review will be uplifting for me while it’s being made. Anyways, CH. 439 EVERYBODY!! WOOOOOOOO!!! I LOVED READING THIS CHAPTER. SO, LET’S GET INTO IT.

Um... Jichang? Try him. 😀

UMMM... SORRY JICHANG, WHAT WAS THAT? CAN'T HEAR YOU FROM THE SOUNDS OF GETTING YOUR ASS BEAT... 🙄

Wow. So it really has come to this, huh? I didn't wanna do a Master vs. Student comparison because Daniel was trained by Gun, not James. Although James didn't personally train him, Daniel did get some of his moves from him so he's clearly a beast... Damn.

Daniel Park, a model? 👀 I can't believe I made a clothing brand flyer out of these panels. 💀💀💀

Tbh the Allied shirt that Daniel is wearing looks so fucking dope. 🔥 If PTJ ever drops the actual merch for Allied, I really wanna purchase one so badly. The design is so sick, and you already know Imma stunt on them hoes if I ever get my hands on a shirt. 🤪

He's really just playing around with them, huh? Especially Daniel. 😭

I swear, Hudson and Jay are only in this chapter to provide reactions to the fight. They really do be representing the crowd. 🔥 THE CROWD SAYS :O

This shot of Jichang is so cool ngl... and hot. 💀💀

Bruh he really do be thinking this.

JESUS CHRIST- DANIEL IS GETTING SLICED AND DICED LIKE HE'S A STALK OF VEGETABLES. PEPPERS? OK! ONIONS? YOU GOT IT! GARLIC? I GOT YA COVERED!!! 😜🌶🧄🧅

Jichang looking all sinister, like he about to end Daniel with the most deadliest Karate chop of the century. BUT OH GOD, DANIEL NOOOOOOOOO!!! 😭😭😭😭

*inhales* Bro... you guys had no idea how much I was jumping at that first panel right here. Jumping and running around and shit. My reaction was literally, "No... Noooo wayyyy... Nooooo FUCKING WAAAAYYYYYYYYY... PTJ, YOU'RE LYING!!!!!! IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING????? OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! UI DANIEL IS BAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!" 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

And not me anticipating a Gun Park memory because it always happens whenever Daniel is in UI... (or at least, Gun is mentioned whenever he's in the zone... Auto Zone. 😩 If you get the reference, ily.)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S GUNNNNNNN!!!! I KNEW IT, WE'RE GONNA GET ANOTHER SCENE WITH THIS HOT ASS MESS OF A MAN. 😩😩🔥🔥🔥🔥 UGGGHHHH IMMA CREAM ON HIM I SWEEEAAAARRRRRRRRR. HE CAN EAT ME UPPPPP AND BEAT THIS COOCH UP ANYDAY. GOT ME QUIVERING SHIIIIIII 😩😩😩💢💢💢💢💢 Also, is he NAKED??? 😳 Bruh. He's naked around Daniel, but he isn't naked around his previous successors. Hmmm... do I sense... favoritism? And why is Daniel kneeling down in front of him. Don't tell me they "fought". 👁👁 Or he gave Gun a good suck. Pero come on Daniel, tell us that his dick is huge. GINORMOUS. MASSIVE. LENGTHY. THICK. HEAVY??? LMFAAAOOOOOOOO OK, I'LL STOP.

Hehehe, if you aren't familiar with this by now-

*N S F W M E M E W A R N I N G*

(If you're not comfortable with inappropriate memes, then just scroll past them.)

This really is my mind 24/7. You should know me by now and how I want this man soooooooo badlyyyyyy. God, I want this man to ram me so goddamn good. Legs shaking, loud moaning, ass smacking, hair pulling, back blowing... AEUUUUGGGGHHHHH. 😩😩😩💗💗💗💗 I just wanna keep it real. I'm not ashamed or sorry. 🤷🏽‍♀️ If you don't want me to simp so badly, then you shouldn't have followed a Gun simp in the first place. 😤

OH MY GOD- OF COURSE HE'S INTO CHOKING. 😩😩 PTJ, YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE. MAKING ME EVEN MORE NEEDY FOR HIM, FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK.

"Leave your body to Lady Death." God, that gave me chills. 🥴HNNNNNNGGGGHHHH EVEN THAT SMIRK TOO. GOD, I'M GOING FERALLLLLLLL. HE'S SO SEXY!!! CHOKE ME, DADDY GUN. 😭😭😭 HE REALLY GOT ME IN A MENTAL CHOKEHOLD, I'M JUST SAYINGGGGGG.

CALL ME DELUSIONAL. IDC AND IDGAF. I WANT GUN TO CHOKE ME. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Ok I'm done. *sighs*

*E N D O F N S F W M E M E S*

Man... I love psychotic men. Men who go crazy insane with power. Men who are overpowered. Men who can silence anyone. Men who can dominate others. Men who can beat the shit out of anything and anyone. MEN WHO CAN RUIN OTHER PEOPLE'S SELF-ESTEEM. MEN WHO CAN TAKE AWAY THEIR WILL TO FIGHT. MEN WHO CAN SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEIR ENEMIES ONE BY ONE WITHOUT CARING. MEN WHO- ok I'll shut up about my taste in men.

Oh my lord, look at UI Daniel fight so diligently and so swiftly too. AND DAAAANNNGGG DUDE, LOOK AT THE IMPACT HE HAD ON JICHANG'S BACK!!! He for sure is a menace, no doubt about it.

I love how hyped their fight was. LOOK AT JICHANG'S FACIAL EXPRESSION TOO!! HE REMINDS ME OF SAMUEL IN SOME OF HIS FIGHTS HAHAHAHAHAHA INSAAAAAAANE

BRUH, ISN'T THAT THE OLD MAN ON THAT TRACTOR??? 👀

I KNEW ITTTTT BRO. IT'S THE SEOUL GRANDPA. Also, I'd like to point out how interesting it is that UI Daniel suddenly faded away as if he doesn't exist anymore, when Daniel suddenly retreated from subconsciousness. I almost forgot that it took UI Daniel a while to cease due to the drugs that Daniel's other body was on in that room full of shrooms, back in that arc with Vivi's Club.

YEAH BRO, YOU BETTER RESPECT DANIEL NOW. And how did Jichang not notice that he looked like Jinyoung Park? Like... everybody did except for him. Come on sir, get with the program. 🧍🏽‍♀️

OMG...??? GAPRYONG KIM'S DRIVER??? 🤭🤭🤭 DAMN, EVERYONE WHO WAS A PART OF GAPRYONG'S FIST CAN BEAT ANYONE UP. EVEN HIS DRIVER CAN KICK ASS. 😧 Also... bro. Wtf. Does that mean that they fought for no reason? They got THEIR ASSES BEAT FOR NO REASON??? MAAAAAANNNN WHAT DID I FUCKIN TELL YOU, JICHANG AND DANIEL??? IN THE PREV REVIEW, I SAID THAT YOU COULD'VE SETTLED THIS THE CIVILIZED WAY, BUT WHAT DID Y'ALL DO? Y'ALL THREW HANDS. And poor Jay and Hudson. They fought their asses off against some people of Chungcheong and FOR WHAT??? 😭😭😭 WELL, I GET IT. IT'S FOR DANIEL. BUT COME ON MAN, THEY BEEN THROUGH SOME TRASH-TALKING AND SOME INJURIES FOR NOTHINGGGGG. Idk, that just pissed me off. But, the purpose of those fights was to show how much they improved. I admit though, they did improve A LOT and I'm proud of the both of them. Even Daniel too, who just fought with a First Generation King to the point that Jichang had to get into serious FIGHTING MODE. Here kings, your crowns. 👑👑👑 I keep saying this repeatedly, but we better get the full explanation of Jinyoung's backstory or else. Imma go over to PTJ, grab him by the collar, and- 😤😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 /j

Not kidding. Oops-

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valentijnsstuff · 3 months ago

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I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

#valentijn weekly report

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mrnicekisser · 5 months ago

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[Street Gacha] Chapter 2

Written by 木野誠太郎

Ruka: U~h... In the end I haven't chosen one...

When I was picking up instruments, I felt a some kind of attachment to every one of it, so I couldn't choose between them.

I don't care if it's a "hand-me-down'' from a senior, but maybe it's better to buy a new one...

Suzu: I don't mind that, but when I graduate, you'll be alone with Shizu as a second year student.

If you don't improve by then, you might cause trouble for Shizu.

Ruka: I-I don't like the sound of that that...but I think I'd like to be a little more careful in my decision.

Suzu: Hm. It is true that I struggled when choosing an instrument for the first time too. I decided that my instrument would be the bass, but i am still quite confused

There's still some time. I hope you'd have enought time to think about it until you're is satisfied.

Ruka: Yes, I will...!

By the way, Suzu-senpai. There's still time, so why don't you go shopping at another store?

I don't have many opportunities to walk outside with Suzu-senpai. I was thinking that I would like to try on the clothes that Suzu-senpai wears...

Hehehe. I want to be able to wear cool clothes like Suzu-senpai. Doesn't it suit me?

Suzu: Isn't it okay to try anything? The clothes I'm wearing are just my temporary appearance outside of the stage, so I don't think it's something people would admire...

Oh, and I have enough clothes, so I don't plan on buying new ones. Is that okay? I can watch Ruka shopping from a distance.

Ruka: Suzu-senpai, you really don't have any money...

...KYA~?!

Hayate Yogiri: Wow~! If you'll walk while looking away you'll run into a danger!

Ruka: I-I'm sorry! I'll apologize, please don't take my money!

Hayate: I don't do such things... Are you guys from the light music club...?

Suzu: Oh. Isn't that Hayate Yogiri from "Allies of Justice"? It isn't usual for me to meet you in a place like this.

Hayate: Kuromori-senpai is here too. As we both work part-time at an amusement park, I find it rather strange that we meet in the city. Even in the park, you often spend time changing clothes in the lockers, don't you?

Ruka: Huh..? This person is the one who watched Suzu-senpai changing her clothes...or is she an acquaintance of Suzu-senpai?

It's true that the school newspaper often features her as an "ally of justice.'' I feel like Suzu-senpai and the "ally of justice'' are the polar opposites...

Suzu: Ah. Although we are in different departments, we work part-time at the same amusement park. Being a salesperson is hard, but working behind the scenes at a hero show seems to be even harder because it involves physical labor.

However, I don't think that we are "polar opposites'' in the sense of being hostile. It's the health commissioner's fake virgin who is avenging me, isn't it?

Hayate: "Justice'' is a belief that has nothing to do with "good'' or "evil.'' It's not that they're opposing concepts. Well, it doesn't mean that we're good friends, though, right?

Ruka: Eh, I see...?

By the way, why is Yogiri-senpai peering into the back alleys? Even though you're an "ally of justice,'' you seem to be sneaking around somehow...

Hayate: Ah. That's what it is... First, I want you to look at the back alleys. Oh, she won't notice, please be quiet.

Mizuki Futaba: ......

Runa Hiiragi: ......

Ruka: Oh... Those girls... I've seen them at Kimisaki Academy, but who are they? They seem to be having fun talking to each other.

Suzu: Mizuki Futaba from the occult research club and Runa Hiiragi from the lacrosse club. Both are mischievous, and their notoriety has reached my ears as well.

Hayate: Yes. And when that infamous guys are secretly meeting with someone, I can't leave them alone as an "ally of justice.''

Ruka: A-are they evil people?

Suzu: It is difficult to measure people as good or bad. But if those two were to conspire to do something evil,

It wouldn't be surprising if a major event like the "Dark Culture Festival" where we performed in the past were to occur.

Ruka: Oh! Have you seen it? She handed her a package! What on earth can be inside?

Hayate: Hmm. The secret meeting, the package. She probably is planning something, but what the hell could it be..?

#ensemble girls #engirls #story translation #ruka tsukinaga #suzu kuromori #hayate yogiri #mizuki futaba #runa hiiragi #Street Gacha

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osmiumamygdala · 1 year ago

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What do you think would be an interesting sole storyline for Colossus? For me it would be if he met his son in the savage land.

Obligatory readmore because you already know I'm gonna ramble like no tomorrow

To start, I have so many Savage Land Son ideas

Funny idea, but take it with a grain of salt because of my fuzzy memory: you know how Piotr’s son is named Peter Jr.? And Nereel told Piotr she named him after his father? Well, iirc, looking back, Spider-Man was on Savage Land around that time... because Peter Parker had been sent to get the scoop on the place! So I like to think that's one reason Piotr doesn't put two and two together; he thinks, "Wow. This journalist gets up to some stuff, huh?"

I also like to think the only reason Longshot hasn't said anything, other than Nereel telling him not to, is because any time he goes "maybe it's time to check on my old pal Colossus," Piotr's whole life is falling apart again, so it is Never The Right Time

All that aside, I like to think it could be a mini or an ongoing where the first arc is Piotr discovering that Junior is his, and storming his way IMMEDIATELY to Savage Land. If anybody tries to stop him for some reason... it will not go well. This man is GETTING TO HIS SON and making up for lost time! Nothing is going to get between him and his family again! But he doesn't want to take Junior away from Savage Land. To Piotr, home and culture are really important, so he thinks Junior needs to stay. First few stories are sort of episodic about Piotr and Junior bonding on Savage Land.

The next arc would, of course, be that something drives Piotr and Junior out of Savage Land. Probably some big threat going after Piotr, but Junior is determined to tag along because, 1, he loves his dad, and 2, he wants to explore the world! Cue traveling shenanigans and Junior meeting his extended family. Look, I NEED to see Illyana as an aunt. And I NEED to see her and Junior being little shits to each other and towards everyone else together. Also, could you imagine? Piotr and Illyana keep seeing pieces of themselves (and even Mikhail) in Junior. It draws them all closer together

But you asked me MY solo ideas!

I don't really have many solo ideas for Piotr now that I think about it

I heard about a pitch a Marvel creative had for him that I sorta latched on to (wish I could remember who it was). It was Colossus: God's Country in nature where Piotr would just be hoofing it around the United States, getting into trouble and finding his way out of it. I like to think a story like this could have the added drive of "he's on the run," and there are many options for who could be after him: bad guys, of course, but maybe also his allies, trying to get ahold of him.

Colossus Clean Up Crew. Colossus' whole thing-- even more than his strength-- is his durability, his resistance to the elements. Would love a mini or a series of him going where others can't to save the day. Thwarting a radioactive leak! Going into heats even firemen can't brave! Facing down a raging storm! Shielding people from collapsing buildings with his body! And, as the name suggests, he would hang around after to make certain that everything is cleared away and everyone gets out safe.

Not a solo, I know, but I desperately want a series where Illyana and Piotr co-star. The Illyana parts would focus on her magical adventures. She's always leaping in to help where needed, interacting with her magical buddies. And then you have Piotr, who is sort of the mundane focus, meaning his parts deal with more worldly issues. It, of course, overlaps a majority of the time because Illyana and Piotr would be rooming together and everyone will finally remember that Piotr's metal skin is invulnerable to some types of magic, and straight up hurts some magical creatures. There'd be themes like "It's Okay To Need Help" and "Just Because I Don't Always Understand You Doesn't Mean I Don't Always Love You" and they'd get to grow closer together, do some REAL, ON PANEL mending work for their sibling relationship, and really learn about and appreciate each other. The book could switch mood from cozy to creepy to whimsical to gritty on a dime.

If anybody else has ideas they want to share please please please don't be shy. I will do a whole front flip of joy.

#colossus #piotr rasputin #rambles #bug chitters into the void #long post #character discussion

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toppatcivilwarfaceau · 2 years ago

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TCW Au prologue part 2/??

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Most Voted option: Jump.

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Henry: I won't repeat it again! You two either jump or I'll make you jump!

Ellie: (💭Shot! Time's running out...)

Reginald: (💭Wait... I have an idea!)

Ellie: *sighs in defeat* I guess this is it... We'll have to jump...

Henry: There we go~ what a very obedient girl you are~

Ellie: Reginald, I'm sorry, but we have to accept our faith, there's nothing we can do..

Reginald: Oh yes we can!

Ellie: What?

Reginald grabbed Ellie's arm and they both jump out of the plank, surprising Henry, Thomas and Geoffrey.

Henry: Woah...

Thomas: They really jump..

Geoffrey: Well looks like your leadership is back again Henry.

Henry: Yeah, I could've never done it without you two, and I think you two should be promoted to my right-hand and left-hand man.

Thomas: Oh my sweet God! Of course!!

Geoffrey: I accept boss! You won't regret this!

Henry: *chuckles* I know i won't.

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Back with Ellie and Reginald, the two Toppats were falling really fast.

Ellie: Reginald what on earth you were thinking?? We're going to die!!

Reginald: Trust me Ellie! I know what to do!

Ellie: Then make it quick before we die!!

Reginald: There's an bottom on your tophat! Press it!

Ellie: What is it going to do??

Reginald: Just press it!

Ellie without thinking twice pressed bottom in her tophat and it immediately got an helicopter out of nowhere, Ellie was really surprised because she didn't knew that her tophat and Reginald's could do something like that.

Ellie: W-wow...

Reginald: Surprised, huh?

Ellie: Y-yeah... I didn't know our tophats could do something like this...

Reginald: Well the Toppat Clan is full of surprises at every corner.

Ellie: Hehe, yeah I just notice tha- Woah!!

Ellie suddenly began to lose control in her helicopter and she jumped into Reginald and they both lose completely control and they crashed right into the cells of the airship.

Ellie: Ow...

Reginald: That hurt a lot...

Ellie: Sorry Reg...

Nicole: Miss Ellie? Boss-Reg?

Mercudi: Miss Ellie? Mr Copperbottom?

RHM: Reg?

Ellie: Eh??

Reginald: Righty!! *Hugs RHM*

Nicole: You two are alright! That's a relief!

Mercudi: Y-yeah! We thought you were dead!

Ellie: I'm just glad that you guys are on my side..

RHM: Yea' well we're not the only ones..

Ellie: Huh? What do you mean?

Reginald: Yeah Righty, what do you mean about that?

Nicole: Look outside and you'll see.

Mercudi: Y-yeah!

Ellie and Reginald kinda unsure about it went outside the cell and for their safety they noticed an Toppat knocked down on the floor, somehow when they crashed in the cell they knocked him out.

Ellie: Well at least one of Henry's allies was knocked down..

Reginald: Yeah..

"Miss Ellie? Mr Reginald?"

Ellie and Reginald looked to the cells where they heard the voice and they both got a huge surprise.

Ellie: guys??

Bonnie: Miss Ellie!! Help us!!

The witch: Henry's bastards locked us here just because we were loyal to you!

Carol: Yeah!

Sven: It's true! You have to get us out of here!

Earrings: I don't like this place!

Burt: None of us like this place Earrings!

Ellie: Don't worry! We'll find a way to get you guys out of there!

Reginald: She's right! Any tips?

Bonnie: That Toppat guy who you guys knocked down has the key!

Ellie: *looks at the Toppat guy* He?

The Witch: Yeah!

Reginald: Don't worry! We will release-

"What's going on here?"

Everyone got completely shock by hearing the voice and they saw that it was the andro- I mean cyborg Megan.

Everyone: Megan??

Megan: Miss Boss Ellie? Mr Copperbottom? What's going on? And why are Nicole and Mercudi in the brig?

Ellie: Megan! It's not what you think it is!

Reginald: She's right!

Megan: ... I'm sorry but I only trust-

Just in that moment the Toppat with the orange hat woke up.

Toppat Orange: Megan! Thank Goodness you're here! You won't believe what did stupid redhead did!

Megan: What?

Reginald: Don't listen to him Megan!

Toppat Orange: They're traitors Megan! You have to destroy them!

Megan: Silence! I won't listen to any of you and I don't care of which one is saying the truth!

Ellie: (💭Crud... What are we gonna do??) *Looks at Nicole*

#burt curtis #henry stickmin au #henry stickmin collection #sven svensson #thsc au #toppat civil warfare #toppat clan #twc au #rhm #ellie rose #thomas chestershire #geoffrey plumb #Henry stickmin #the witch #carol cross #thsc tcw au #oc #thsc oc

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 10 months ago

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The New Solar Opposites Episode #8: “Inner Beauty” (by @avaveevo)

It starts with Terry, Korvo, and their friends at the bar

Terry: Hey guys! What up?!

Kevin: Shut up! It's starting!

Terry: Oh sweet!

TV Announcer: Narrator (on tv): November, 1948. Americans picked their president. Victory seemed certain for Governor Thomas E. Dewey. Dewey, Dewey, Dewey.

Terry: Dewey! Dewey! Dewey!

Korvo laughs

Darcy: Terry I'm telling you, Truman wins.

Narrator: Headlines proclaim: "Dewey Defeats Truman."

Terry: Woo-hoo! I win the bet. Who's your daddy?

Darcy: Ha. Well, I'll be!

Narrator: But the headlines are dead wrong.

Terry: *gasp* Aaw…

Narrator: Harry Truman triumphs by 2 million votes.

Korvo puts a hand on Terry's shoulder

Korvo: Cheer up honey. You did your best on that bet.

Terry: Not if I can stop that inauguration.

Darcy: I win, Terry. That means I get to choose today's activity.

Terry groans and leaves

Korvo: *sighs as he rolls his eyes but smiles* Oh Terry..

Back at home, the kids, Janiz, and Kimber are watching the football draft

Jesse: Whoa! Look at this football match!

Sonya: Yumyulack, remember when I was crying at recess?

Yumyulack: Yeah?

Sonya: Do you want to hear why or just continue watching football?

Yumyulack: Hey, it's okay. I wanna hear why...

Sonya decided to tell them why.

Sonya: Oh the Stacies insulted me about my looks today:

Janiz: Aw, we’re sorry honey.

Sonya: Aaw that’s okay. I’m just worried they might do the same to you too Jesse.

Jesse: What?! What would make a popular girl lose interest like that?

Sonya: What I do now I do as your dearest little sister. *points at Jesse’s breast* Look at this flab. Look at it.

Jesse: Oh my God. Is that me?!

Sonya: Most assuredly, yes.

Jesse: Faced with a problem like this, I wonder, what would Oprah do?

Yumyulack looks at Jesse in silence

Yumyulack: Uh, what do you meant by that?

Later, at an implant surgery office, Human Jesse checks in with a doctor.

Human Jesse: Uh, I need some liposuction. Just enough to make me attractive.

Human Yumyulack: WHAT?!

Doctor: Hmm? Well how about one 10 minute suck and tuck

Human Jesse: Nah. I something stronger.

Doctor: Okay. Come with me.

Back with Korvo and Terry

Korvo: I wonder where the kids are.

Terry: Huh. I don't know.

Korvo: Uh Janiz, Kimber, where are the kids?

Janiz: They went to get surgery for some reason.

Korvo: Wait. What?

The kids arrive home and Korvo exclaims in horror when he sees Jesse's face

Korvo: Oh my… goodness.

Terry: *gasp* Oh my God! My baby!

Jesse: *offscreen* So, what do you guys think?

Korvo: What. Happened. To. Your. Face?

Jesse: Oh plastic surgery. Why?

Korvo faints. Later at night, Terry puts Lili in her crib

Korvo: It looks more… wow…

Terry: Nighty night Lili.

Lili coos. Korvo is sitting in bed, still shocked

Korvo: Holy cow. I had no idea our daughter would go this far.

Terry: Calm down, babe. I'm sure there's a good reason.

Korvo: Mmm yeah… but still. I don’t think this plastic surgery might be a great idea.

Terry: Yeah, I see what you mean. Hopefully this doesn’t go too far.

The next day

Korvo: Alright, everyone. Who wants- *looks at Jesse's face* OH MY DEAR LORD!

Jesse: What? Is everything okay?

Korvo: Yes! Your-

Terry covers Korvo's mouth

Jesse: Oh right. My face. I know, it looks so gorgeous.

Terry: Face looks amazing.

Jesse: Aw, thank you.

Jesse leaves as Korvo and Terry began to grow nervous about this. At school, the students are shocked at Jesse's new face

Ally: Whoa.

The popular gasp at the lunch table and grows amazed by Human Jesse’s face.

Jackie: What is up with her face?

Stacy K: Ha, ha. We want sit with you at our lunch table. Right this way.

Human Jesse: *gasps* Okay!

Back at home, Korvo and Terry are having sex but Terry notices that Korvo is paying attention

Terry: Still worried about Jesse?

Korvo: Yeah. But I still wanna continue...

Terry: *smiles seductively* Of course my beautiful blue shimmering stud!

The two alien husbands then resume having sex as Korvo dominates Terry. Back at school, Yumyulack and Sonya are spying on Jesse

Sonya: Okay Yummybear. Let’s make sure Jesse doesn’t go too far.

Yumyulack: Got it.

Later at home, Jesse comes home with her face looking more different

Jesse: Hey guys! Get a load of me!

Terry looks up and gasps

Terry: Oh my goodness my poor baby.

Jesse: What?

Terry: Uh I mean…. You look great.

Korvo: Yeah… definitely…. nothing to worry about…

Terry and Korvo starts gooblering.

Jesse: Are you okay?

Terry and Korvo: Yep. Definitely. Nothing to worry about. You look very pretty sweetie. Later at night, Terry tries to seduce Korvo.

Terry: Oh Korvy… you want a slap on that lovely thicc ass of yours?

Korvo: *snapping at Terry* Ugh! Not tonight!

Terry: Sorry.

Korvo sighs

Korvo: I’m sorry. I’m just worried about Jesse. I’m worried she’s taking this whole new look too far.

Terry: I know you are. Look, why don't we just get some rest?

Korvo: Okay.

The two husbands fall asleep as they snuggle with each other. Then, Terry sighs lovingly in his sleep as he feels Korvo’s warmth. So does Korvo. Jesse, who was listening to them, looks down sadly as “Say Something” by A Great Big World plays

Jesse: Oh no… I think I may have taken this whole thing too far…

Jesse goes to see the doctor

Jesse: Doctor, I would like for my face to be back to normal. I’ve took things too far and I ended up hurting the people I love.

Doctor: Okay, if that is your choice, then we shall turn your face back to normal.

The next day, Korvo is asleep but then hears Terry sobbing

Korvo: Terry, are you okay?

Terry turns to Korvo while sniffling.

Terry: *tearfully* Korvy… I’m really worried about my baby… I’m worried that she took things too far. I’m really scared.

Korvo: *gasp* Oh Terry.. come here.

Terry sobs into Korvo's arms

Jesse: *offscreen* Korvo? Terry?

Korvo: *gasp* Jesse?

Jesse's face is back to normal

Jesse: *sing-songy* I’m back!

Terry runs up to Jesse and hugs her

Terry: Oh babygirl! It’s you! There’s my sweet and wonderful daughter!

Korvo: How?

Jesse: I went to the doctors and told him to turn my face back to normal. *looks sad* I’m really sorry I took things too far. I finally feel like me again.

Terry: Oh Jesse-bear!

Terry hugs his daughter as Jesse smiles. Korvo then joins in on the hug along with Yumyulack, Pupa, Sonya, Kimber, Janiz and Lili.

Lili: *babbles as she reaches out to Jesse*

Jesse giggles

Jesse: Hey Lili. I am so happy to be back too.

Later that night, Korvo and Terry were having sex.

Terry: Oh! Fuck yes! *slaps Korvo's ass*

Korvo: Oh yes! Terry! Oh *moans lovingly* You bad dirty alien!

Terry: Oh! Do it as we cut away you beautiful blue shimmering stud!

Korvo: FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M GONNA-

The two husbands cum in ecstasy as they collapse on their bed lovingly and kiss while moaning lovingly.

The End

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #the new solar opposites #tervo #kimber solar opposites #janiz solar opposites #sonya solar opposites #lili solar opposites #jesse solar opposites #mary mack #dan stevens #thomas middleditch #sean giambrone #sagan mcmahan #peyton list #emma watson #cassandra lee morris

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Continuing my rewritten things For Total Drama All Stars, now we have episode two!

Previous episode:

1. Heroes Vs Villains

Episode 2: Evil Dread

Recap:

Chris: “ last times on total drama, I welcomed the all stars to the newly decontaminated island. Then it was heroes versus villains. Driving into short infested water in search of the one key that would open unlock the door to the all new McLean spa hotel for winners only. Thanks to Scott’s cowardly fear we learned that inside of every robot it’s the heart of a Spaniard, in this case, Alejandro. And while Alejandro might not hold the key to Heather‘s heart anymore, he did hold the key to the spa hotel, and victory for the villainous vultures. Hamsters. And the heroic hamsters bid farewell to Lindsay, Via Our newest and most humiliating commode of transportation the flush of Shame who will be next to pop through the pooper? Find out right now on total. Drama. All stars.”

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Heroic Hamsters in the loser cabin:

Chester: “ there’s a storm coming!”

Stevlanna: “ I’m scared after all these years he’s going to return”

Vito: “ eyo, how are we gonna stop the Goomba?.”

Manitoba: ” hush, it mates, Mike is waking up” * Mike wakes up*

Mike: “huh? What’s that? You guys say something?” * Cameron snores, Sam sleeps peacefully as a mosquito drains his blood while Eric ‘shifts’ in his sleep. Mike shrugs then goes back to sleep.*

Eric’s Confessional: “ OK so I knew Mike had multiple personality sooner, but I didn’t thought it. Was this bad, his personality, talk in his sleep. I’m lucky I barely got any sleep last night besides, the bed are like rocks they were bit more in season one if I remember correctly. Maybe it’s nostalgia but damn my back hurts and also I think Lindsay a smart move being voted out yesterday, I actually doubt she is bad at pushing cards for crying out loud. She shops for a living and in season two she actually pulled Owen, Justin and Beth in the prison challenge by herself. Maybe Lindsey realized that $1 million wasn’t worth it and decided to leave huh?”

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Villainous Vultures in the spa hotel:

Daniel: “*walking towards the masseuse* holy moly that was the best sleep. I’ve had in years this beds are even comfier than the beds back home I like winning.” *sees Heather waiting for the masseuse to finish with Alejandro* “ oh, sorry, am I interrupting a romantic moment between the two of you”

Heather: “ what!? no I just want Alejandro to stop hugging the masseuse!” * she was clearly blushing*

Alejandro: “*sigh* i’m sure her hands are magical, if only I could feel them”

Heather: “ seriously your legs are still asleep”

Alejandro: “ I don’t know if they’ll ever wake up, I was squashed into that robots suit for an entire year, which you would’ve known if you ever texted”

Heather : “ it’s not like you ever texted me”

Daniel: “ oh, yeah, you do definitely still have feelings for each other!” *laughs*

Heather : “ shut up Daniel! And are you getting your eyebrows waxed? *Alejandro Nods* wow”

Daniel: “that’s… uh cool?”

Alejandro: “ They call it manscaping because it is very manly and I didn’t text you because I was trapped in a robot suit”

Heather: “ugh what ever” * she rips off the wax from Alejandro’s eyebrow*

Daniel’s confessional: “ OK I really don’t see what Bryan used to see in Heather, It's like her she is so full of herself. And I also don’t get what Eric used to see in Alejandro. my brothers all have weird taste in people even Carlos and he’s one of the most neutral guy I’ve ever met, but the girl he likes is a complete rageholic. But I do need allies if I want to make it far Scott, lightning and Jo aren’t ideal, because they know how I play, besides, I wouldn’t trust Scott as far as I could throw him and that’s really far. Lightning is a self obsess jerk and Jo well if Cameron was able to double cross her and she didn’t see that coming, then she is not a good alliance member. *sighs* I guess is either Duncan, Heather, Alejandro, or Gwen. Heather and Alejandro are as manipulative as they come and Duncan doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would do alliances so time to buddy up with the weird goth girl. Have to make sure that she doesn’t kiss me that wouldn’t look favorable for me considering my girl from back home”

*everyone coughs*

Jo: “ gross I didn’t know Chris allowed Poofhead to return?”

Daniel: “*spraying his head* what did you say about my girl?”

Jo: “ of course only a dumb guy who gets with poofhead would do what she wants”

Daniel: “ and that’s coming from the girl who could easily be mistaken for a guy”

Jo: “What?! Only lightning thought I was a Guy!”

Daniel: “ no at first glance most people thought you were a guy. The only reason no one thought you were a guy was because you were sleeping in the girls cabin, and you actually do have the boobs. I happen to know that your name is Josephine” *jo looked mortified*

Jo’s confessional: “how on earth did brattniel, that my name is Josephine?!”

Daniel’s confessional: “ no I didn’t know her name until now the look she had on her face actually told me all I needed to know *laughs*”

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Zoey: “ we should divide our area into section and each day in one”

Courtney: “ no let’s separate the beach into quadrants each pick a quadrant”

Cameron: “ that’s exactly what Zoey said”

Courtney : “ then good we use the plan that Zoey and I came up with”

Eric : “ you mean the plan that only Zoey came up with? Just because you worded better doesn’t mean it’s your plan.”

Courtney : “ but I still came up with it”

Zoey: “ the more we bicker the more the villains are going to take the lead. Go team.”

Everyone but Courtney: “ go team”

Courtney : “*grumbles* yeah yeah yeah yeah can we start digging now?”

Courtney’s confessional: “ what’s with the loving? Hello, it’s called total drama not total friendship friendship,”

Eric‘s confessional: “ Courtney may be a smart player, but if she doesn’t start acting like a team player, then maybe she should be the next one taking the flush of shame, we are called the heroic hamsters, not the villainous , hamsters”

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Jo: “ strategy, people, strategy. We should start at one end dig to the other in a straight line”

Heather: “ and what if the pieces are in the far end, huh? We need two lines that push in towards the center. Right guys”

Lightning: “ ain’t nobody telling lightning where to dig I am my own man”

Daniel : “ what about we steal the hamsters idea of dividing the beach into quadrants and each selects quadrant. And since we are seven, we are bound to find a pieces faster than the hamsters.”

Heather and Jo: “ you shut up nobody asked for your opinion”

Daniel : “ old Heather and Miss sweatpants just told me to shut up fine, *walk away angrily grumbling*”

Daniel ‘s confessional: “ when the team is filled with people who are used to having their own ideas and leading each of their teams, nobody listens to anyone and I don’t wanna go to the loser cabin, so those two better put their head in the game and stop fighting for control of the team that’s gonna be their downfall”

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Eric: “Sam you need help?”

Sam: “* struggling* no no I go it, no need to worry “

Eric: “okay. *walks to another quadrant *”

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Heather: “ fine we’ll work in a circular motion towards the center”

Jo: “no! Start with the corners then move to the center in zig zag “

Gwen: “*sighs* some team”

Heather: “exactly, a team without a leader is like a horse without a head, it just runs around blind”

Gwen: “I’m pretty sure a horse without a head doesn’t run anywhere “

Daniel “*laughs digging* are you confusing horses with chickens now?”

Jo: “Right? Which is why I should be this team’s leader!”

Heather: “ no I should!”

Daniel: “ a leader doesn’t impose himself he leads without forcing people to follow his lead but you girls do what you think is best”

Jo: “let’s let the team decide!”

Heather: “fine! *walks to one side* Lightning “

Jo: “ *walks the o the way calling Scott like a dog* come here Scott, Scott”

Daniel: “one of those girls would be our down fall”

Gwen: “ugh I give up!*trips and falls in front of Alejandro*

Alejandro: “ I hope you know that I appreciate your efforts, you are as wise as your skin is translucent”

Daniel’s Confessional: “Wow that guy is smooth like butter… I guess having all the villains in one team plus The gothball punk kisser in one team was definitely a bad Idea”

Gwen’s confessional: “I know he is evil but…. Oof those eyes”

Lightning’s Confessional: *continues to vomit*

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Jo: “attention team! I am your leader!”

Heather: “No, I am your leader! *sticks the Shovel on the ground and hits piece * I found a piece!”

Daniel: “great now we find 6 more the same way *rolls his eyes with a smirk as Heather lift her piece and Jo goes to fight her for it*”

Jo: “you’d never have found it without me *Heather drops it on Jo’s foot* aaaaaaah!”

Heather: “oops sorry *jo pushes her down the moat*”

Daniel: “*laughs more* best team reunion Ever *walks away to keep digging*”

Chris: “two booby traps! Two puzzle pieces and two deliciously evil moats, it’s still anyone’s game but it won’t be for long right here! On Total! drama! all stars!”

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Chris: “an hour has passed and the teams are still tied one all. *whispering* which raises a pertinent question *now he raises voice* what is taking so long!”

Sierra :”we don’t have shovels!” Sam: “I have sands on my shorts!” Eric: “Don’t rush me!” Jo: “Ah hush! Lightning: “I’m amazing!” Daniel: “You do it then!”

Chris: “Blah blah blah, whine, whine! hurry up! I have dinner plans!”

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Eric: “Nothing on my quadrant! *steps on a trap and gets cover in itching powder*is this… ITCHING POWDER! *yells and starts scratching like crazy* This is so Wrong! *runs towards the ocean to try and clean the itching power off*

Daniel: “*laughs* oh my! That’s hilarious!”

Scott: “Wow, not cool! *glares at Daniel*”

Daniel: “Come on Scott, That’s a hero in pain better him than us right?”

Scott: “Yeah, better them but not Eric!”

Daniel: “Eric is my brother, is my job to laugh at his misfortune besides he looks like a dog trying to sratch himself!”

Scott “*punches him in the faces and makes him bleed a bit,*”

Daniel’s confessional: “*clutching his nose* what is wrong with Scott? Last year he and my brother were at eachothers throat because Eric had threatened Him he would get him eliminated if he kept throwing the rats Challenges and now he is defending him. Does…, he likes Eric? Ew no, that’d be gross, no dirt boy is good enough for my older brother, I prefer him to date Alejandro again instead of going with Scott”

Scott’s confessional: “I’m not attracted to Eric, he just kept it a secret that I threw my teams challenges, so I do owe him one. Hector is a nice guys but he is not a snitch… and kind of cute…. Did I just said that ?! I meant for a guys he is cute… I’m going to stop talking now…”

Eric’s confessional: “*still scratching* did I see correctly? Did Scott punches Danny for laughing at me? Huh he might have a heart under neath his, musty, dirt stained, fit m good looking…. Wait what was I saying again?”

Sierra's confessional: "holy Cody! Did you see that? Scott defending Eric? Those two have the same tension as Heather and Alejandro had I'm season 3. I totally Ship Scoric... Or Erott... Huh I don't know which one sounds better?"

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Heather: “come on people put this thing together already!”

Daniel: “*clutching. His nose with one hand* it’d be faster if you actually helped!”

Alejandro: “try those two together! No those two!”

Lightning: “Lightning finds the final piece I’m a hero!it’s probably a statue of me! being me!”

Daniel’s confessional: “okay, I see that Old Heather and Alehandjerk are only good for giving orders and not actually being team players.”

Gwen: “it’s tall whatever it is and boxy… like a tower… oh Big Ben!”

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Zoey: “one piece to go, it has to be in Sam’s Quadrant”

Sam: “sorry guys I’m moving as Fast as I can”

Cameron: “all we need it the torch, Hurry!”

Eric: “alright! I’ll be useful and get that torch!”

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Heather: “what’s with the big hole?”

Gwen: “maybe we put it together wrong?”

Daniel: “doesn’t Big Ben usually Have a clock in the same place that hole is?”

Lightning: “oh come on! Just get it Sha done! *the sculpture falls*”

Jo: “way to go liability!”

Lightning: “it’s not my fault you out it together wrong”

Alejandro: “we didn’t put it together wrong! There are only six pieces”

Jo: “great! So lightning miscounted! Come on everyone, we still have digging to do”

Daniel: “I knew you were dumb brightning but not I don’t know how to count dumb!”

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Eric: “*moves Sam with the help of Mike and Zoey* Viola! The torch!”

Zoey: “*grabs the torch and Thor’s it towards the sculpture and it lands perfectly*”

Hamsters: “*cheers*”

Chris: “the heroic hamsters win!”

Villainous Vulture: *groans*

Mike, Zoey, Sam, Eric: *cheers*

Sierra and Courtney: “Spa Hotel! Spa Hotel!”

Chris: “ehem! I do require a volunteer for exile duty!”

Sam: “this one is on me guys to make up for my lack of diggings skills and… aaah”

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Gwen: “hey Courtney I just wanted to say congrats on….*activates booby trap and hits the Trash bag towards Courtney accidentally*”

Courtney: “*coughs* ew!”

Gwen: “that was an accident! I didn’t mean —-“

Chris: “Gwen Gwen Gwen, so evil! You are definitely on the right team”

Daniel: “dont listen to him Gwen! I know these are just unfortunate mistakes."

Gwen: "you believe I'm not doing it on purpose?"

Daniel: "of course! Even if Courtney did deserve that I know you aren't evil to do that sort of thing"

Gwen: "thank Daniel!"

Daniel's Confessional: "step one on making an Alliance with Gwen! Side with her. If she sees that I totally am With her in her 'accidents' she will think I'm nice. Oh yeah the wolf in sheep's clothing strikes!"

Gwen: "I though I was the only good person in the Villains team! I never thought Daniel had a kind heart!"

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Vultures Votes:

Alejandro: Lightning

Daniel: Jo

Duncan: Lightning

Gwen: Lightning

Heather: Jo

Lightning: Jo

Jo: Lightning

Scott: Lightning

Daniel’s confessional: “I would vote off lightning for being too dumb to count correctly, but if we need an athletic player for a more athletic demanding challenge Lightning is 10 times better than Jo so yeah my vite goes for Jo!”

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Order they receive the marshmallow

Duncan

Gwen

Scott

Daniel

Alejandro

Heather

Jo (bottom 2)

Lightning (eliminated)

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Saving Private Leechball

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Steph curled up in the corner of the sofa, putting Jason’s throw pillow in a chokehold. “Okay, what’s the plan, O Master Tactician?”

Jason snorted. “Well, I just met you, I only had enough time to figure out who you are and ask you to join me. We can plan together.”

“Oooh, do you have a whiteboard with red string?” Steph asked, only half-joking.

Jason eyed her. “No.”

Ah, well, Can’t win ‘em all.

“I do have a wall with red string, though.”

“Wait, really?” Steph perked up.

“Yeah, I’ll show you.” Jason stood up, Steph following him down a hallway to an empty bedroom.

The far wall was covered in neat rows of sticky notes, red and black lines of string criss-crossing the columns. The closet doors were open, showing boxes of ammo and weapons stacked on top of each other. A row of papers printed with Black Mask, Joker, and Batman’s headshots was pinned to the wall by knives.

“Wow, so…crime-lord-y,” Steph barely stifled a giggle.

Jason frowned at her, but she could tell it was so he could stop the grin creeping at the corner of his lips.

“You can use the sticky notes and string if there’s anything you want to add.”

“No pins, yet you throw knives?” Steph arched her brow at him, moving closer to read the writing on the sticky notes. “What a fascinating dichotomy. I imagine your landlord won’t be happy when you move out.”

Jason leaned against the doorframe, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. “I own the apartment block.”

Steph glanced back at him. “Really? Huh.”

Thoroughly impressed by the plans laid out in those little notes, Steph grabbed a pen and pad of the notes to add her own observations about Gotham she’d noticed since her return from Tanzania several months ago.

“So, how are we going about Mask’s ruin? Are we going for just his assets, or sending him to Arkham? Is it gonna be in handcuffs or were you thinking an ambulance?”

Jason straightened. “I’m planning on hunting him till I drop him, burning each and every place he thinks is a safehouse as he runs away, haunted by my tracks as I burn everything he holds dear one at a time until he has nothing left. When he is completely and utterly ruined, then I will take him out.” His voice had gone hard, no trace of the joking guy Steph had been getting to know.

It was a shame his plans didn’t line up with hers.

She interlocked her fingers. “I’m not so sure about the killing part, Jason.”

She wanted to go to medical school, become a nurse like her mom, help people, heal people. Steph wasn’t sure she could help Black Mask if he needed medical aid, but she knew she couldn’t look him in the eyes and end his life. She hadn’t even fully planned out her strategy for confronting him; what was she doing allying with a known crime lord and serial killer? What had she thought was going to happen? Clearly, her incident with Black Mask hadn’t taught her to curb her impulsive tendencies enough.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I can help you. I have to go.”

Steph brushed past him out to the entry, tugged her shoes on, and fled into the night.

~~~

Stepping out of her apartment on her way to Gotham U the next morning, Steph found a note tucked under the doormat of her apartment.

Curious, she picked it up and opened the envelope, which was sealed with an old-fashioned red wax seal. Snorting at his nerdiness and dramatic streak, she was unsurprised to find it signed ‘Jason’.

Once she was on the subway to Gotham U, she opened the note again to read it properly. His handwriting was a neat cursive, easy to read (or at least, better than some of her professors’.)

Steph,

I’m sorry you ran off like that. I hope I didn’t scare you away for good.

Can we talk sometime soon?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Your partner (I hope),

Jason

Steph pulled out her phone and added his contact, staring at his name for a while. She’d mostly been processing befriending, kissing, and partnering with Red Hood last night, but there was also the ‘Red Hood is Jason Todd is the second Robin’ issue to consider.

Narrows Robin, as most of those also from the Narrows called him, was her childhood crush. He’d cared and influenced Batman to care more about those in Crime Alley and the surrounding area, and he’d been one of theirs.

She could still hear his bright cackle as he kicked a goon in the face, swinging over the city with mama bear Batman right behind him.

Comparing that to the deep laugh from last night, she couldn’t quite see the resemblance. The lines of his face were similar, especially if she thought of Jason Todd, not Narrows Robin.

As a fellow Narrows-citizen, she could certainly understand how Narrows Robin became Red Hood, particularly if she recalled all the rumours that swirled around his purported death.

Chewing on her lip, she decided to send him a quick text so he’d have her number. Although, if he’d tracked her apartment down, he wouldn’t have much trouble finding her number.

Steph: Hey, it’s Steph

The subway was not attacked, burned, stalled because of rogue attack debris, or in any way compromised for about one in three days per year, which meant Steph arrived on time– early, even– and had plenty of time to meander across campus to her first class.

A notification ding alerted her to a new text from Jason.

Jason: Hi

Steph: Hey. Sorry about running out like that. I needed some time to process.

Jason: It’s fine.

Steph: I’m free tomorrow evening if you wanna talk then?

Jason: Sure. Want to patrol for a bit together?

Steph: You’re cool with me shadowing the big bad Red Hood?

Jason: 🙄Yeah, you’re cool enough.

Steph: !!! If only I coulda added that to my Robin resume😭

Jason: Robin resume???

Steph: Did you not know that I was Robin for a short time? In between T’s terms

Jason: *you* were girl-Robin?

Steph: …

Steph: Yes.

Jason: Cool

Steph: gtg class is starting

Jason: Class?

Steph: Are u just prtending u haven’t stalked me or do u really not kno

Jason: I figured I’d let my partner tell me about themselves on their own. I’m not B.

Steph: mihgty considerate og u

Jason: It’s remarkably easy.

Steph: 😂

Steph: Facts

Once she was seated in her class, she returned to her conversation.

Steph: Anyways yea I’m at GU for nursing

Jason: Aspiring to be a hero in the suit and out, huh?

Steph: Shut up

Steph: No

Steph: I just want to help people

Steph: I only became Spoiler and Robin to stop my dad

Steph: But then I became infected with the vigilante bug and I can’t stop now

Jason: It’s a curse

Steph: Tell me about it

Jason: Makes you feel alive

Jason: The wind in your hair as you grapple through the city

Jason: The skyline shining as a testament to our perseverance

Jason: The sound of people out late at night because it’s safer for them now

Jason: The cool stone of a gargoyle against your back as you read

Steph: Wow

Steph: That was beautiful

Steph: Do you write poetry?

Jason: I’m more of a prose guy but I won’t say no to a nice sonnet

Jason: And thank you

Steph: Can I see something you’ve written sometime?

Jason: Sure

Steph: Lecture is starting. Text you later

Jason: Bye

~~~

The next night saw Steph dressed in her new vigilante uniform. After Black Mask had uncovered her as Spoiler, and Batman obviously knew she was both Spoiler and Robin, she had needed a new alias.

She yearned for her purple cloak and face mask, but alas, the new vigilante had no particular opinions about the colour purple, and stuck to basic black and brown–the better to hide in the shadows with, my dear.

Wraith had a simple black bodysuit, brown leather belts and boots, and a black and brown cape and hood.

She swung up to Red Hood, who was sitting by a gargoyle, kicking his feet over the edge and taking a swig from a bottle of water. His helmet sat at his side, only a domino covering his eyes.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” She sat beside him, the cool from the stone seeping through her gloves. “So, what do you do on patrol?”

He chuckled. “I was just about to ask you what you did.”

She shrugged. “I don’t have a set patrol yet. I was still figuring out how to avoid the Bats and you. Mostly, I patrolled around campus, and around my old and current neighbourhoods.”

He tilted his head. “You tryin’ to stay undercover from the Bats or are you still just setting out? I noticed you don’t take on any of the big players.”

“I’m avoiding Bats where I can. He interfered with Spoiler’s mission enough. I just want to help with the small, everyday stuff. I’ve changed from wanting to take on the big guys. My dad is dead, so now I have no nemesis. I never really wanted one.”

Jason hummed understandingly.

“Well, I usually meet with my lieutenants, go patrol the outer edges of my territory, then work my way inwards and take care of whatever needs to be done.

“I think I’m accepted as the boss of this area now, so things are usually quiet around the middle area of my territory. I take that time to patrol the fringes of my territory or do recon on projects. At the end of my night, I meet with my informants and take care of business deals.

“But of course, this is Gotham. I’m just as likely to be fighting a Rogue as I am to stick to my routine.”

They laughed together, acknowledging Gotham’s fickle nature as only natives could.

Jason heaved himself up and extended his hand to Steph. “Shall we go?”

She took it, marvelling at how easily he pulled her to her feet. Just imagine how else he could manhandle you–

“After you, monsieur,” she bowed deeply, letting him lead the way down the fire escape to where their bikes were parked.

~~~

The patrol went smoothly, Steph mostly hanging behind Jason as he went about his Red Hood business. He was firm but fair, commanding respect from all he interacted with.

Her heart melted a little when she saw him being hugged by a couple kids and the way he interacted with them, how he crouched to their level and let them ask questions about his getup. When their questions were temporarily exhausted, he asked them why they were up and out so late, and then took them back to their home a block away.

Upon hearing their response of ‘sneaking out to see Red Hood’, he laughed and told them if they really wanted to contact him, he’d give them a phone number.

“You don’t have a signal like Batman,” said the girl, who was maybe six or seven.

“No, I use phones, like everyone else. The signal is a silly way to call Batman, don’t you think?” He asked. “With a phone call, you get an answer immediately.”

The brother and sister laughed at silly Batman as Jason carried them home, one in each arm.

“Who’s the lady with you?” asked the girl, the more outgoing of the two. “She’s pretty.”

“She is,” Jason winked back at her. “Her name is Wraith. She’s my patrol partner tonight.”

The kids pointed their home out, and Jasonn headed up the steps to knock on the door.

A tired-looking woman answered, noticeably startled to see Red Hood knocking on her door, with her children in his arms, whom she had thought were safely in bed.

Red Hood reassured her they were fine, gave her a number to one of his burner phones, and said good night to the kids, making them promise not to sneak out again before he left.

He joined Steph in the shadows again. “Sometimes I get little fans and have to take them home, too. But most of the people looking for me are significantly less happy when I take care of him.”

Steph stifled a giggle at his dark humour.

Once the patrol was over, they headed back to Jason’s apartment, where he made them more chai without Steph even having to ask.

“So, you’ve processed things enough?” he asked, sliding into the chair opposite her and leaning forward, elbows braced on the counter.

It really showed off his forearm muscles to their best effect, Steph noticed wistfully.

“Yeah. It was just a lot of stuff all at once that I wasn’t even remotely prepared for,” she replied.

He nodded, blowing on his chai to cool it before he drank it.

“Is there anything I could attempt to explain for you, any questions I could address?”

Steph sighed, sipping at her chai to distract herself temporarily.

“I can’t murder someone. I’m a nurse. I heal people. It’s…a big step to partner with someone I know is going to kill a person. I’m not judging you for your values and actions,” she hastened to explain. “But it’s different from you being some Rogue I might cross paths with, to personally working with you to cause someone’s murder.”

“Execution,” he corrected, but otherwise stayed silent, sipping his tea.

“Murder, execution, whatever,” she waved her hand. “I’ll be aiding and abetting someone killing someone else instead of stepping in, like I would if it was any other situation I came across. I’m sure you understand that this is a big deal for me.”

“So…what are you proposing, then? Continuing to work with me, but turning a blind eye to the end result? Not working together at all? Betraying your convictions in the end?”

Steph slouched in her seat, huffing a blonde curl out of her face. “I don’t know. It’s gonna take a while to get to the end of the plot to ruin him, right?” She tapped her fingernails rhythmically against her mug, enjoying the quiet ceramic clinks.

“Probably, yeah. There’re still things to plan.”

“How about we keep our partnership until I settle this matter for myself, then. I’ll decide what to do once we’ve gone further with the plan.”

Jason eyed her from over his mug. “Sounds fine, partner.”

He drained his mug and got up to rinse it out.

Returning to retrieve Steph’s mug, he braced his palms on the counter, his large form leaning into her space.

“Now, shall we deal with the elephant in the room?”

“Elephant?” Steph asked mindlessly, falling into his unique blue-green eyes, admiring the tiny freckles dotting his face, the perfect white curl over his forehead.

How did he wear that Red Hood helmet for hours every night and yet still have such perfect curls effortlessly, while she had to go through a fifteen-step hair care routine if she wanted semi-presentable curls? It just wasn’t fair.

“Steph?” “Hm?”

“Do you want something to eat? The way you’re eyeing me, I’m a little concerned for my safety.”

Feeling her cheeks burning, she slapped at his hand, a hit he let her land.

“What were you saying about elephants?”

“Ah, yes. Is now a good time to deal with the elephant in the room; namely, what are we doing about the…kiss from yesterday?”

Aw, crap.

Chapter 3 ->

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