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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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omggg so if I may ask for a request🥺 don’t feel pressured to do it! I have no idea of your requests are even open or not! Anywho, can I request Javier x female reader? You know how everyone has a thing for javiers neck and chest and how his shirts are always open exposing that? I was wondering if you do a smut or something where the reader marks his neck up and everything and it’s all hot cos she’s like so turned on by just his neck and the next day, he walks into work and Steve teases him for the hickies and all😂 you can choose whether he wears em proudly or if he becomes shy and flustered about it😌 just smutty/playful!✨

Javi and his glorious neck 🥺 this got soft but enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language, mentions of sex

Javier Masterlist

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“I’ve missed you,” your whisper was hot and breathy in his ear as Javier worked to get you out of your dress, and you did the same to him, tugging on his tight black button up. You finally won the struggle to rid him of clothing first, hands moving sweetly to undo each button as he tried to kiss you, making it just that much harder, but you were both giggling nonetheless, “Javi!”

“Come on, Dulzura,” he whispered in between kisses, “we’ve been apart for a week. Need you now.”

“Are you forgetting that I was without you as well?” you managed to undo several of the buttons and just went ahead and ripped open his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders. It was quickly discarded onto the floor, along with your dress that he managed to pull over your head, “always miss you so much, Javier. Hate when you guys leave me behind.”

“It was too dangerous for you,” he insisted as he reached for the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down and trying to see how wet you were. Your efforts to keep them away were in vain, and a small moan escaped your lips at the gentle contact, “want to keep you safe.”

“I know,” you promised as you pulled his wandering hands away from your body, “still missed you like crazy.”

While it was normally Javier took control at this point, you decided it was your turn to do so. When he reached behind you to undo your bra, you grabbed his hand and shook your head, causing him to groan loudly, “you’re fucking killing me right now.”

“Good,” you grinned at him, a wicked, wonderful little thing. Running a hand through his dark locks, you pulled him close and brushed yours lips over his, “now take off your pants and get on the bed. No touching. It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

“Baby…” he practically moaned your name at this point, but did as you asked, eager to see what was in store. Quickly undoing his jeans and pulled them down his legs, you almost laughed in amusement when you realized he wasn’t wearing underwear, “what?”

“Jesus, Javi,” you gently pushed him onto the bed, grinning as he laid against the pillows, looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his dark eyes, “aren’t you ever worried about your...you know what? Never mind. I’m just glad you’re home.”

“Me too baby,” he agreed as you crawled onto the bed and effortlessly straddled his waist. His hands found purchase on your hips as you tried to get some friction against him. The sound from the back of his throat was low and guttural, and you leaned down to kiss him, starting with his lips and then his jaw, before finding your way down to the glory that was his neck. His breath hitched in his throat as soon as you pressed that first kiss to the hollow of his throat, “shit.”

“You’re all mine, Javier,” you whispered against his delicious, golden skin, “and I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”

“Fuck.”

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"Oh my God," you grinned at the sound of his surprised voice filtering back to you from the bathroom. You were still in bed, bare and wrapped up in the big, soft duvet. While you worked together, you'd decided to hang back and let him get a head start and get into the office first, just so it wasn't totally obvious that you were together.

Although after today, it might have been painfully obvious. Just as you had intended.

You laid back, folding your hands behind your head as you waited for him to rush back in. Trying to keep the victorious little smirk off your face was proving to be a challenge.

"What's wrong, Javi?" you called out before you heard a heavy sigh as he trudged back into the bedroom. And what a glorious sight it was to behold. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight jeans, and an exasperated look on his face as pointed at his neck and chest, "mhmm...a good look. What's the problem, baby?"

"You," he waggled his finger at you, attempting to put on a serious face, but you could still see the amusement hidden underneath, "you are a menace! You did this one purpose!"

Sliding out of the bed, you flounced over to him, moving to stand behind him and wrapping him up in your arms. Despite his best efforts, a small sigh escaped his lips as you steered him towards the mirror. You let your hands roam his body as you pressed gentle kisses along his shoulder. He relaxed against you, closed his eyes as he hummed in content.

"I love you so much, Javier," you whispered softly. Trailing your hand up his body, you gently touched some of the love bites that were liberally sprinkled all over him. There was definitely no mistaking what they were, and you were proud of the job you had done, "so, so much, Javier. I don't care who knows, I don't want to hide it anymore."

"Do you have any idea how incredible you are?" he slowly opened his eyes as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, his hands moving to cover yours, "I love you, Dulzura. You know that if people find out things might have to change."

"I know," you promised, "but I don't care. I just want to be able to love you openly and freely. Nothing else matters."

"Yeah?" he asked as he slowly turned around and grabbed your face delicately in his hands as you nodded, "alright. Let's do this then. I love you too."

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Javier strolled into the office, wearing his bright pink button up, making it a point to leave the top buttons open to expose his chest.

You walked in a few moments after, holding coffee for yourself and your partners. Setting your own on your desk, going over to Steve and setting his cup down before doing the same to Javi.

Steve greeted you with a small hello and a smile. He looked over at Javi, opening his mouth to say something but instantly stopping and staring at him.

"Umm," he stood up and came around to sit on his desk. Remaining silent, you walked to your own space and sank into your chair, curious to see what would go down. Javier raised an eyebrow at his partner, calmly sipping his coffee, "what the hell happened to you? Good night?"

"Yeah," Javier leaned back in his seat and set up his legs on the desk. He caught your eye and gave you a cheeky wink, "you could say that."

"Where'd you go?" Steve shook his head with laughter, assuming it was the same old Javi he had always known, "one of your favorites?"

"Yeah," he answered with a knowing little smirk, "she's a favorite of mine."

"Where's she from? A new girl?" you almost snorted with laughter as Javier shrugged lightly, unsure of how much you wanted to tell Steve then and there, "she must like you!"

"She does," you said suddenly, taking the two of them by surprise as you stood up and walked over to Javier’s desk, "she's a big fan, and I think she might even be in love with him."

"Oh...do you know her too?" Steve still wasn't putting two and two together, his brows knitted together in confusion, "or…"

"Yeah," you hopped on Javi's desk and sat down, offering him a small smile, "I know her."

"Oh...oh?" his mind was reeling as he watched you lean down and gently kiss Javi. Javi made it a point to lean up and deepen the kiss, standing you up and holding your face his hands before grinning at you, "wait...what the fuck?"

"I was with my favorite girl last night," Javi turned to Steve and it seemed like everything suddenly clicked as his bright eyes widened, "in our bed, in the apartment we've been sharing for a while."

"You mean…" a small grin spread on his features as you nodded, "you're together?"

"Mhmm," you admitted, "I just didn't feel like hiding it any longer. Now let the chips fall where they may."

"I knew it!" he practically shouted as he jumped and headed to the door, "Rogers owes me a hundred bucks!"

"Wait!" you shouted as Javier just broke into laughter, "you guys bet on us?!"

"Of course," Steve said with a smirk, "it was always going to happen wasn’t it? You two were inevitable!"

Without another word he ran out of the shared office space, leaving just the two of you there. Turning back to Javi, you threw your hands up as if to say what the hell?

"I guess that went better than expected," he offered as you shrugged lightly before going back over to him and sitting in front of him on the desk, "now we don't have to worry about it. None of them are going to do anything about it."

"Apparently we're inevitable," you laughed as he scooted his chair closer and put his hands on your waist, "cherish the thought. Would you have ever thought that?"

"That we would end up together?" he asked as you nodded, "hell no."

"Wow, Javier Peña! Really making me feel loved here!"

"I knew you were much too good for me the moment I met you," he admitted, "right from when I asked you to get me coffee and you told me to fuck off."

"In my defense," you held up a finger, "I was brand new and you treated me like a personal assistant and I was not having it. I couldn't let you get away with it!"

"And good thing you didn't," he whispered, "stubborn and bullheaded to the death. I didn't think you'd ever give me the time of the day."

"I'm glad I did," you beamed before giving him a saccharine kiss, "I love you, Javier."

"I love you too, Dulzura," he whispered, "inevitably and undeniably."

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got-to-love-a-badboy · 3 years ago

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Previous chapter ^^^

Chapter 8 - too much temptation

Jack Grealish x female character

After a cozy afternoon watching movies and eating snacks on the sofa Ellie decided it was time to get ready for their night out with Jacks friends.

She sat up on the couch, taking her weight off Jacks chest, looking back down at him he seemed disappointed that she had moved but she didn't say anything incase it was all in her head, "I think I'm going to head upstairs and get ready if that's ok?", she asked Jack, seen as it was his house she felt she needed perdition, "yeah, yeah sure, your right we need to make a move, we're meeting the lads in two hours, come on il get you a towel and show you how to work the shower".

The two made their way back upstairs and into Ellie's room, "so the towels are in the bottom drawer over there" Jack pointed to the large dresser at the bottom of the bed. Next he walked into the en-suite and into the shower, "just press this middle button twice to turn it on and twice again to turn it off, I won't do it now because I don't want to get wet", Jack laughed, "ah shame" Ellie answered back as she turned around to sit on the chair and take off her socks, Jack smiled at her and licked his lips, he couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was and how she made him feel like a silly teenager again.

After Jack left Ellie's room she hopped in shower, using her favourite Kilian shower gel that Jessica had bought her for her birthday, she used her good stuff so she smelled amazing for the special night out, she wanted to impress Jacks friends but most of all she wanted to be irresistible to Jack, she thought back to what Jessica had said and how her and Jack had agreed to take it slow but the tension around the two of them was getting too much for her to resist, she definitely would wait for Jack to make the first move so she knew it was what he wanted but a bit of harmless flirting and the odd kiss never hurt anyone, right?.

An hour later and Ellie was sat at the dresser applying her makeup, she decided on a very natural look, lots of nude and pale orange tones, making her eyes pop by applying mascara to her already flawless lashes and a bronze tone under her bottom lashes.

She went with a simple curled pony tail with curled bangs at the front of her face.

After putting on her dress and struggling with the zip for a good 10 minutes she finally decided to go ask Jack to zip it, she planned on making a big entrance and Jack been amazed by how beautiful she looked, but that wasn't to be.

Ellie headed to Jacks room to ask for his help, as she approached his door she felt herself getting really nervous even though she had been cuddling with him all day on the sofa, this was the effect he had on her.

Slowly she knocked on his door, it felt like an eternity before he opened it, Ellie's jaw dropped when he opened the door and she saw him stood in front of her in just his jeans, his bare chest screaming out to Ellie, his hair was flowing messily in front of his face as it dripped water down his chest, she must have been stood staring for a while because as soon as Jack spoke he snapped her out of her daze, "wow Ellie, you look gorgeous", Jack began looking Ellie up and down, she smiled looking up at him, before realising the reasons she came to his room, "thank you.....so I feel like a child, but.... Could you could zip me up please", Jack licked his lips before telling her "of course", Ellie turned around, she felt Jacks hand move her hair, his finger tips traced her neck as he gathered her hair, it send a shiver through her body, causing her to take a deep breath, then Jack gently placed one of his hands on her hip and the other did up the zip.

Once he had finished he placed her hair back and spun her around, "you really do look amazing Ellie, I'm not sure I want to share you with my friends now", Ellie blushed at Jack's flirtatious side, "but then you wouldn't see me dancing after a few drinks", Elle said back as she tilted her head to the side and leant her hand against Jacks door, "ok now that is something I need to see, you coming in while I finish getting ready?", Jack moved aside for Ellie to come in, "yeah sure".

Ellie walked in and sat on the edge of Jacks bed as he paced around the room, putting the finishing touches to his outfit, a crisp white T-shirt, combing and styling his hair and applying aftershave, Ellie watched the man in front of her in amazement, she still couldn't believe she was here, with him, but god was she grateful, she didn't see him as Jack Grealish the footballer anymore, he was so much more than that and she secretly hoped what ever this was, continued to blossom, but with the on and off distance that Jack was putting in place she had no clue.

Finlay Jack came and sat next to Ellie on the bed to put his shoes on, as he leaned forward to reach his feet his head came closer to Ellie's legs, he was so tempted to run his hand down her leg but he knew they would never make it to the restaurant, he had to try keep some distance, the feelings he was feeling would take over if he didn't try keep them at bay, if it was up to him he would spend every waking minute with her, he would do all the wicked things he wanted to do but they would never leave the bedroom.

He managed to restrain himself and just put his shoes on, he then stood up, "well Grealish I think I know what I want for dinner" Ellie said as she stood up directly in front of him, he put his hands on her hips and hers automatically went around his neck, "oh yea, what's that?", Ellie smirked at him, she needed a smart comeback. "Is England's number 7 on the menu?", Jack laughed as he pulled her closer, placing a soft kiss to her lips, "if you play your cards right".

They finally made their way down the stairs when Ellie pulled her phone out, "selfie first", she placed her phone on the table and set the timer, "smile for me Grealish", he stood behind her and the pair posed until the phone clicked.

"Let me see." Jack called eagerly, causing Ellie to laugh, "aww it's cute!, nearly as cute as the wedding one", Jack put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, "any picture with you in it is cute princess", she loved it when he called her princess, "I won't post it though, the press will go crazy for you" Ellie said, Jack just gave her an appreciative kiss to the temple.

"Come on the cars probably waiting outside" Jack told Ellie as he grabbed her hand and lead her down the stairs.

(The picture)

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anxiety-trademark · 4 years ago

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The week in review:

Raw 12/14 NXT 12/16 NXT UK 12/17 Smackdown 12/18 TLC 12/20 + Main Event 12/17

Raw:

“This Sunday at tlc, it’s gonna be you and me against Nia and Shayna,” Lana says to Asuka, as a quiet ‘woo’ can be heard in the distance.

Lana facing her fears and fighting Nia Jax makes her the bravest person Asuka knows. Rolling. Fucking Asuka. ASUKA. wwe, stop.

Why isn’t Asuka accompanying Lana to the ring?

I like Lana’s gear.

Joe just compared Lana to a mosquito, goodbye.

Oh snap look how fast Lana did that headscissors takedown. We’re witnessing her progression, ladies and gents.

You know, I knew Lana would win this match, I knew exactly how she would win this match, but jfc what a treat watching it myself.

Nia’s face lmfao.

Shayna wrecking Asuka so she can’t save Lana from her inevitable fate. Still curious on whether or not this beatdown injured her, if she was injured going into the match, or if it was all really just a storyline.

Yikes this is sad.

Man that leg drop onto Lana’s ankle actually looked kinda wicked, ngl.

*distant woo intensifies*

Wow we got real tears from Lana. Points.

Becky and Charlotte have been gone, Alexa hasn’t been on tv, the Raw women’s championship has become a meaningless prop... what a dead period for this roster.

Hi why is this match happening?

I will never not be impressed by Dana’s entrance.

Is Mandy actually hurt? Why did they take her off tv for so long? Is Shayna the resident kayfabe shelver? “Hey this girl is actually injured, have her written off by Shayna” ?? Cuz I know they’re not splitting Dana and Mandy up, and Dana has been on tv every week since Mandy left. Must be genuine.

These 2 are running roughshod over the entire division at this point.

OH SHIT MANDY’S BACK WITH A KENDO STICK

Lmfao the babyfaces are fucking done with Nia and Shayna. Honestly that’s great, I love it when babyfaces band together to stand up to dominant duos. This has been going on long enough. They took out Mandy, took out Lana, were about to take out Dana. Totally fair.

Highlight: Lana getting a clean win over Nia & being taken out so my queen can return

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NXT:

It’s a funny thing with Toni and Rhea. Toni says she’s the reason Rhea came to nxt, but she’s also the reason I became such a huge fan of Rhea’s. Heard they were having some big TakeOver match and everyone was always praising Toni. So I checked into Blackpool solely to see what the Toni Storm fuss was about, and I left that ppv solely impressed by Rhea Ripley. Then I took particular notice of Rhea in the Royal Rumble a few weeks later, and I’ve been watching NXT UK for her ever since (til she moved). To see her growth has been tremendous, and she’s so young. Such a bright future.

The music to this is great.

Toni says she isn’t scared of Rhea, as if Rhea’s mere theme music didn’t scare the absolute shit out of Toni the week prior lol.

Toni’s not even a terrible promo, but the timing of her blinks could not be worse. Yes, it matters.

I can’t stop laughing at how fucking intensely Shotzi started this interview.

She does pissed off interviews well. I can feel her annoyance.

Really don’t want to see a Candice/Shotzi feud tbh but okay, I’ll try.

aaand there’s the howl. Awful.

Lmfao Rhea called Toni a piece of trash. This is gonna be interesting to see with the alignments reversed.

I don’t remember who won this match, but I’m betting it was Toni. Which is fair tbh. Rhea is probably on the “put some peeps over before moving up to the main roster” path that everyone in the women’s division walks on. They always eat at least one monumental, or a couple meaningful, loss(es).

Oh man that is fucked up. To not only be forced to continue punching/kicking a human (fun fact: the person on the offense takes quite the damage doing so) but to have the defenseless victim bleed out and beg for you to stop. That’s rough.

This was shot really well. That music holy shit, I’m creeped out. It’s like a horror movie.

I see the point. Numbs him to pain and breaks his will, while numbing her to mercy. Ruthless stuff.

Oh are we finally done with Indi’s neck brace? Cool.

I can’t believe wwe invested in this upgraded tank. I still don’t think it’d work on the MR, but points to the boss for shelling out the cash.

Wtf was that stumble and “fall” by Indi lmao.

If Candice was a real bully, she’d distract Shotzi by fucking with her tank at ringside.

Indi does need a mentor, she’s a hell of a lot greener than my mutuals have made it sound. oof.

Shotzi looks like she has no idea how to work with Indi, and Indi looks gassed, confused, and slow as hell.

All Indi knows it going from spot to spot while Shotzi waits around for her to get there.

Lol Indi failed at getting a dirty win. I don’t really care if this is a part of her The Way storyline, what a mess.

The only redeeming part of this piss poor segment was Theory shaking the troll’s head at Shotzi.

I’ll give wwe an extra $9.99 if they let this match have a clean ending.

“[Rhea] was at one point the biggest superstar in the world,” that isn’t even close to being true because Becky Lynch exists, but I’ll let it slide and pretend you said “in nxt”.

Their paths will be so similar to Becky and Charlotte in the future.

Wow what a sequence. That would’ve received an applause on the MR. Traded headlocks for restholds, threw around their strength, then went into a battle of pinfall reversals. Instead of following that with some stalemate, they didn’t take a breath and proceeded to dance with each other and showcase some chemistry before rolling back into a battle of pinfall reversals. The sequence started with a kick by Toni to Rhea’s midsection, and it ends with a kick by Rhea to Toni’s midsection. Peep that match production, good stuff.

My, my, those slaps to Toni’s back. Whew.

Yeah actually it’s really fucking cool that these 2 get to main event nxt together, come to think of it.

They sell well for each other.

Rhea has the best dropkicks, lesbireal.

Holy shit Toni’s headbutts make my own head hurt. God I wish she wouldn’t. Most people put their hands between the heads so no contact can be made, but Toni’s just like “lol fuck it”

This is a great match. This duo works a lot better with these specific alignments. Watching face Toni try to chop down Rhea is not as good as heel Toni being impossibly hard for Rhea to put away.

Women’s matches and never having a clean ending. Name a more iconic duo. Winter of overbooked women’s matches continues.

Like I had guessed Toni was gonna win anyway, but fucking come on.

*Bonus* online exclusive: Toni says playing by the rules got her diddly and squat, but like... she was a champion lol. “It ain’t even Toni time right now, it’s party time.” Alright.

Highlight: Rhea vs Toni minus the ending

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NXT UK:

I don’t know why we’re getting Isla Dawn vs KLR but anytime I get to see KLR fight, I’m here for it.

Hell even Isla’s song never kicks it out of first gear. Song has so much potential but it never goes to the next level.

Ahhhh my Scottish queen is here.

No, don’t compare Sasha’s basement meteora to the double knees Isla did. That was pitiful.

Anyway, KLR vs any of the 4hw would be fantastic, take my money. Sasha, Bayley, Charlotte, or the woman KLR wanted to face at TO Dublin, Dublin native Becky Lynch.

That back body drop is horrendous as a finisher. It’s like when Becky won her debut match the exploder suplex. Awful lmao. Imagine if KLR lost to a back body drop ffs.

You don’t get to be this frustrated for not being able to beat the champion when you’ve only been fighting for like 3 mins.

Isla’s pisspoor speed going in the corner, and her pisspoor roll off of KLR’s tornado ddt. Shame.

Such a clean transition from a failed pinfall attempt into a submission by KLR, whew.

This whole match was just a flex by KLR lmao.

There was a time where we had Becky Lynch, Bayley, Rhea Ripley and KLR as our champions. Wow, take me back plz.

The background music of this stupid recording is so unnecessarily dramatic, wow.

All for the delivery of a chair. Of a fucking chair. Piper... shut up and handle your shit.

For someone so much larger than the little man, Piper is insanely unintimidating.

Highlight: I got to see KLR wrestle

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Smackdown:

Bayley does run her mouth a lot. She’s kind of the EST at saying dumb shit that gets her into trouble lmao.

Bianca is so friggin good at interviews and in backstage segments. She hasn’t received much of a chance to do promos in the ring, let alone obviously to a live crowd, but I hope she shines there, too.

Has Liv reverted back to being a dumb blonde, or is it drugs? Stop letting her speak.

Love Riott Squad’s everchanging gear. Wonder who makes it for them.

Billie Kay claims that she’s a ‘seasoned’ ring announcer, and somehow that would not surprise me.

Tamina “get the fuck out of my face until I get a nap and a vat of coffee” Snuka, everyone.

Lmfaooo Tamina fucking chucked Liv across the damn ring. What a good job by Liv.

Ruby is exceptional at running the ropes. She gets a good spring off of it.

Tamina’s hair is always so beautiful, she gets points there.

Dropkick into a faceplant. Billie Kay gets pinned rofl. She’s so bad at wrestling and yet here I am ridiculously entertained.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Carmella’s current persona, but man I wish she’d come out in a cut off tank top, camo pants, high tops and a printed hat.

I mean people are at home cuz covid, but go off.

Aye putting over Sasha. Good heel Mella.

Sasha has held the title for like a whopping 2 months and we’re already marking calendars. Sad.

In kf, Sasha is kind of mentally weak, so I’ll give Mella that. I’m not sure what it’s gonna take to shake that perception, either.

“Who is Sasha Banks if she’s not the Boss? Who is Sasha Banks if she’s not the best? It’s sad because that’s a question that not even Sasha Banks knows the answer too.” So I get that wwe are trying to help Sasha develop and fight off her past demons, but man these women are ripping her a new one. Sasha’s only 29 so she can grow and develop however she wants, but jeeze. Salt, meet the dagger Bayley stuck in Sasha’s back.

I like Mella cuz she knows how to hype her opponent’s accolades and strengths while cutting an immaculate heel promo where she hits them RIGHT where it hurts. She’s a pro. Heels should take notes.

This music is like the Jazz Vibes playlist I always listen to.

She just called Sasha cheap and frantic lmaoooo

Oh damn Sasha be out here looking like MONEY. That girl has style, even if it doesn’t always hit with me, she got style.

oof the crack of that slap to Reggie.

OOF the crack of the bottle shattering over Sasha’s poor back. rip.

Match at TLC should’ve been a champagne match. That entails whatever your mind comes up with; pouring alcohol on your opponent, dumping their head in a bucket of ice, breaking bottles over spines. It don’t matter.

“You don’t see me going around here bragging about how damn good I am,” lmao WHAT. Bayley is equal parts delusional and obnoxiously annoying.

One size heel does not fit all, but I think her version suits her beautifully.

If I were her I’d pick your brain too, but I’d also want a match, cuz people leave matches with you looking as good as humanly possible. Equal parts selfless as well.

She didn’t lie, this was absolutely her putting Bianca on the map on the main roster.

wwe: wants to strap a rocket to Bianca and make her a star. Also fucking wwe: “lol no we’re not gonna show you her full entrance, cry more scrub.”

Bayley still looks weird without a title.

Bayley mocks Bianca’s entrance and then gets swept onto the apron lmao. Idiot.

Bianca is a lot of flash and showboating, which is great from an entertainment standpoint, but she needs to do a little... less.

Fantastic snap of the hand against the led board. Bayley wrecking Bianca’s arm gonna hinder the flips.

“I’m the ER. I’m BET-TER. haha.” lmao Bayley is such a fucking dork. Got sent into the ring steps for her bravado. Love that there’s always immediate repercussions for Bayley’s arrogance.

Bayley turned midway going down onto Bianca’s knee for that backbreaker, there. Hope she doesn’t have a massive bruise. Looked like it’d leave a massive bruise.

3 things I’ll apparently never get to see again: Bianca’s hair whip, Bianca’s full entrance, and Bianca’s 450 splash. I’m tired.

These stupid fucking squats while Bianca is dangling off the top rope rofl I swear Bayley is something else. Girl knows how to entertain. “Bayley got a bit cute and Bianca made her pay,” story of Bayley’s life.

Beautiful spinebuster by Bianca. At least SOMEONE in the women’s division will use it.

Bit of a miscommunication there it seems. Bayley goes for a B2B, Bianca tries to block it, Bayley drops down to dodge and go for a cradle. She rolls Bianca all the way back, stands up and hesitates before running at Bianca with an elbow - even though Bianca is not in position to receive it - which Bianca counters by rolling Bayley up, but it was super obvious Bianca was just scouting the next spot. Bianca goes to pick her up for a powerbomb but Bayley has to kick out twice to prevent herself from being pinned while Bianca tries to lift her. That entire sequence was super messy.

Then Bianca nearly drops her lifting her all the way up lol. Yikes. Gotta be pretty fluent to pull that off. Not to plug my fav (but I’m totally gonna plug my fav); it’s a move Charlotte does in almost every match against Asuka or Becky, and you gotta be not only built to pull it off, but you need to have impeccable timing to make the transition look smooth. Extra points if you lift them off the mat RIGHT before a 3 (which Charlotte usually does)

Anyway, good match with a messy last 2 sequences. Bayley did what Bayley does best.

Highlight: Bayley vs Bianca

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TLC:

They really took Eva Marie and Sasha Banks’ characters and meshed them together while keeping Carmella’s obsession for animal print lol.

Really don’t like that gear. That’s a miss, Mikaze.

Beautiful arm drag. Sasha taking the idea of wrestling like a Lucha more seriously? Cuz she should, ain’t nobody else in the MR doing it.

Commentators say the trash talk is continuing, I say Sasha is quietly leading this match with a grimace. Peeped that “hit me”.

Carmella goes to suicide dive through the ropes just for Reggie to catch her, cept she got caught up and started turning in midair. Would’ve hit her neck and shoulder HARD had he not been there. Great catch indeed.

Sasha “rip my back” Banks.

Not to be douchey, but if you have to adjust your gear in the middle of a match and it’s not just to fill time or be used as character work, then you need to redesign your gear.

Sasha’s a great babyface once that bell rings man. I wish she could carry that energy everywhere.

Holy fuck that facebuster. SPIKED her head, oh my god. I have never seen anyone make a facebuster look so impactful. Points if intentional.

Oh the timing of Sasha blocking that superkick from legit connecting. God she’s good.

You know how I know this is a good match? I’m watching some of these near pinfalls and submissions knowing damn well Sasha’s gonna win, yet my anxiety is still spiking thinking Carmella might walk out with the title. I KNOW she doesn’t though lmao. Good sequences, believable offense, great near pinfalls. They work well together (I’m not surprised, Mella and Sasha both work well with almost anyone)

What a fantastic transition into the bank statement. Points.

That match should’ve ended by dq the second Reggie pulled Mella out.

Sasha could’ve sold that double superkick pinfall attempt a little bit more.

Carmella having a breakdown. What does that mean? That means she’s about to lose this match lmao. There it is, not even 10 seconds later hahaha.

Sasha sells pain so damn well. Good for her. Good defense of her title. Points to Sasha, she’s phenomenal every time she has an actual match. Post-match and she’s already annoyed me though lol. Ugh. Maybe she’ll get it soon enough.

Nice “replay” wwe. Billion dollar company btw.

Billie, drawing a horizontal line is not how you write ‘clairvoyant’.

“proficient in Japanese” aw Asuka was so excited for a split second lmao.

Oh no, she made a mask to match Asuka’s with a paper plate. Oh no no no. Travesty.

Ugh I’m so excited. I’ve already seen this and yet I’m excited. Here we are, the whole damn reason I started catching up on everything I basically refused to watch since June 22.

SHE LOOKS LIKE MONEY, WHEW. The queen IS back. She’s so fucking beautiful man.

Love how annoyed Nia looks. This is your comeuppance tbh. Could’ve just faced a measly Lana, but no, you had to play too much.

Really Charlotte shouldn’t be in the tag division, and really she shouldn’t give half of a fuck about Asuka, but we’ll get to that more in the future since this is already nearly 2 months old.

Nia’s doing a great job selling Charlotte’s return, and she’s not even active in the match rn. She does good work.

Bad camera angle on Asuka hitting the ring post.

Asuka getting wrecked lol.

I really despise that the Raw women’s championship was tied up in all of these storylines that have nothing to do with the Raw women’s championship. The Lana crap, the Charlotte crap, the tag teaming in general crap.

In hindsight, I now find it curious that Ric Flair was in the back for this match. Very curious. I swear, if the past 2 real time months weren’t a part of some master plan the Flairs came up with together, I will be SHOCKED.

Charlotte’s fucking crazy for doing those moonsaults to the outside though, for real. I know she was a gymnast and an exceptional cheerleader, but MAN you could not pay me to do fucking blind back flips that high up. Crazy.

She should’ve given us a spear in this match. I wanna go rewatch her work just to see some spears.

Good match. They needed to not focus on destroying Asuka for as long as they did, pacing was off for a little bit there.

Love how Charlotte sticks her tongue out when she bridges up into the figure 8. She’s such an asshole lmao.

If I could’ve changed one thing about that finish, I would’ve had Charlotte bounce off the ropes before hitting Natural Selection. Other than that, it was great.

Charlotte looks good with a title, idk *shrug*

The way Charlotte looked over at Asuka though. I really don’t trust her in hindsight lol.

Like how this Firefly Funhouse is setting the spotlight on Alexa before Bray takes his leave of absence, only wish she hadn’t missed 2-3 wks of tv.

What a fun way of running a video package.

Inferno matches are insane and I’m not sure why anyone would participate in such.

Think it’s smart they’re both leaving their jackets on tbh.

Alright that was cool. The way Fiend called up the flames was fucking cool. It looks amazing aesthetically. They could’ve never done the set quite like this if there had been fans.

WE HAVE STRAPS?! IS FIRE NOT ENOUGH?!? Man. Randy is a fucking trooper.

Guys. Guys excuse me, that strap is on fire, can... can we not, please??

Man is swinging a god damn pick axe at Randy Orton, I--

I hope that wasn’t actually flammable liquid cuz otherwise Randy is now soaked in it, and that’s insanely dangerous. Oh that’s great editing. So it was flammable, but Randy was out of the chair before the fire rushed at him. Also covered the chair in blood. That was cool.

Orton just pull the damn string out of the jacket real quick lol.

Caught Orton’s attempt at an rko with a mandable claw. Points.

Can someone... put him out? Editing trick? Were the flames real? Am I real??

Shouldn’t the bell ring? Match is over, right??

The dummy was kind of obvious ngl. Not to sound like an asshole, but they should’ve made it a bit thicker and more solid lol. Doesn’t really take me out of it though, cuz even though I’m sure it was a stunt double that got lit on fire by the ramp, someone was on fucking fire, and that’s intimidating in itself.

Also the dummy is melting. I’d say they should’ve used pig meat, but I’m sure vegans and animal rights activists would’ve had a field day writing to Snickers about that.

Was a good match, for what it was. I was entertained.

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*BONUS*

Main Event:

“Nasty Nikki” lol okay.

“The only reason people even know you exist is because you were Alexa Bliss’ best friend,” ouch. Truth is pain.

Ahahahah Lacey has hand sanitizer again.

Love that submission Lacey jumped into through the ropes, plus an eye rake. Fantastic.

That’s curious. Lacey and Peyton are arguing over the hand sanitizer as Lacey wants to squirt it on Nikki, while Peyton is claiming it’ll get her DQd. Now I’m on Peyton’s side in the sense that it should absolutely be illegal, but Lacey’s done it in a match against Nikki before, sooo ???

I like how Nikki fell trying to get back into the ring before the 10 count. Adds credibility.

Haha Nikki gets the pinfall over Lacey because Peyton was being a nuisance on the outside. Lacey big mad. That’s great.

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*Smackdown easily shined the brightest in what was a great week of wrestling. Utilized 8 women in 3 different storylines, couldn’t possibly complain about that.

#wwe #issa review #feel free to ignore these #cuz who tf cares lesbihonest #today's props goes to:#charlotte flair

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bouwrites · 5 years ago

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Maribat March 2020 Prompt: High School

Week 4, Day 7. End of the line for me! So happy to have been able to partake in this wonderful event. Working with prompts and short fics like this is a new experience for me, so I hope y’all enjoyed it.

It was a lot of fun! I’m looking forward to writing more prompts, and more Maribat, in the future! <3

Maribat March 2020 Calendar.

Day 1: Sweetheart’s Dance, Day 6: Time Travel.

Ao3.

1833 words. Story under read-more.

Jon intends for it to be a quiet day. Or, perhaps not literally quiet, but quiet in the sense that it’s just him and Marinette, enjoying their small bit of stolen time together.

That’s why, despite them going out of the house, Jon doesn’t tell anyone where they’re going. Despite being in the same place as many of his friends from school, and even possibly Damian, if his brothers actually managed to wrangle him there this week, Jon just wants today to be him and this beautiful, precious, wonderful, amazing, unbelievable girl.

And okay, maybe he also wants to pretend it’s a date. Sue him. Who doesn’t want to be on a date with Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Jon never once lies to anyone. When his friends ask if he’s going to the game, he says he’s not sure. Until he walks onto the stands with Marinette, he isn’t sure. He could just as happily go anywhere else. When Marinette asks if they’ll see Damian there, he says probably not. Damian very rarely deigns to go to school football games, after all. He has better things to do, like stalk Gotham’s streets as Robin.

So, Jon’s conscience is clear, and in the end it’s just him, Marinette, cold metal bleachers, and a community of screaming football fans.

The first quarter has a lot of Jon leaning close, feeling her hot breath in his ear as she asks him questions about what’s happening. This is American football, after all. Living in Paris, she probably doesn’t see much of it. Jon is happy to explain the rules, why certain calls are made, what’s happening on the field, anything she asks, really.

Jon likes football, he does, and he cheers as loud as anyone when his team scores a touchdown. He’s competitive and he likes the impact of it all, and if his powers didn’t give him an unfair advantage that he’s not entirely sure he can control as much as he’d need to, he’d consider playing. That said, the biggest reason Jon brings her to his school football game isn’t any love for the sport, but a love for her.

She’s wicked competitive. He knows this as clearly as it beat him over the head last week when he dared answer her Ultimate Mecha Strike challenge. She also asks him about America sometimes, just like he asks her about France. This whole “date” is actually framed as a cultural exchange, of sorts. Marinette asks him what he considers fundamentally American and he just laughs and laughs and says, “Football. Easy. Want to come to a game sometime?”

He doesn’t plan on her agreeing, or actually making the trip over for his school’s game, but he’s not about to complain. Any time spent with Marinette is worth the hassle. Besides, Jon can see her get caught up in the atmosphere of the stadium.

She picks up the game quickly, so that by the time the first quarter is over, she only rarely needs to ask Jon to clarify things. She stands and screams with the superfans when his school scores a touchdown. She marvels at the band on the end of the bleachers off to their right, complimenting them every time they play. She squeals watching the cheerleaders do their routines and flips. She growls and howls her disappointment when the other team gains the advantage. She’s so cute. Jon thinks, watching her get riled up with the crowd over a foul.

The gentle flush on her cheeks, the breathiness of her voice after yelling, the bright, bright sunshine in her eyes and the mindless smile she never once drops. She’s so caught up in the game, Jon can’t help but get caught up in her. She could be one of the spotlights over the stadium for how bright she is.

The atmosphere is electric, charged, tense and vibrating with the energy of the game. It’s so easy to let their voices become one with the crowd’s, to be just a couple more high schoolers cheering on their school’s team. Nothing else. Not aliens or heroes. Just kids. It’s… exhilarating. It’s part of why Jon likes football. But with Marinette here? It’s even better.

The night goes on, there are ups and downs. Third quarter, one touchdown behind, Marinette is on the edge of her seat. The sun has gone down, though, and she’s crossing her arms and shivering. Jon chuckles. “I told you to bring a jacket.”

“I did!” Marinette protests, showing off her light cardigan. “I underestimated how cold it’d be.”

Jon giggles. “Ahaha, I can see that! Lucky you, I brought an extra.” He reaches into his bag at his feet and pulls out the extra jacket he brought, just in case. He doesn’t really expect Marinette to not bring a big enough coat, but he does know she gets cold fairly easily, and he wants nothing more than for this to go well, so he wants to be prepared.

And, just maybe, he might want to see Marinette in his letterman jacket. Sue him. It’s a classic. He can dream, just for tonight. It’s very American! And it is very warm.

Marinette brightens considerably when she sees his jacket. Jon is starstruck because he honestly doesn’t think she can get any brighter. He supposes the cold slowly tuned that down as the night went on, but she slips into his jacket, several sizes too big for her, and curls into his side for good measure, just for that bit of extra warmth.

And doesn’t that do strange things to his heart? If anyone were to see them now, if any of the many, many people around were to look, they wouldn’t think twice about him and Marinette being a couple. That’s… wow. Just the thought.

Jon is lost in the sight of her, trying hard not to think too much about it all. Her in his jacket, her arms around his, her head on his shoulder. It’s hard, but he tries to focus on the game. It doesn’t work too well. That’s why he doesn’t realize immediately anything is amiss until she stiffens and nudges him.

That alone gets him on high alert. “What’s up?”

“What’s that?!” Marinette squeaks, pointing to the jumbotron on the end of the field. Jon follows her finger to the screen and… Oh. Oh, no. Oh, God. Oh, hell.

There, on the screen, are him and Marinette, surrounded by a bright pink heart and the elegant script reading, “Kiss Cam”.

“Jon?”

Jon nervously tries to comfort her. “It’s just a silly thing. They point the camera at couples, and they kiss is all. It’s supposed to be cute.”

“We’re supposed to…” Marinette glances between him and the screen once, twice, Jon just prays for the camera to get the hint and turn somewhere else, but just before he’s sure it must be about to, Marinette grabs him by the collar to pull him close. One hand on his cheek, the one closer to the stands, so they’re still in full view of the camera, she tilts her head cutely. “We should… right? Are you okay wi-”

Jon closes the small gap left between them to kiss her.

He’s out of breath before his lips even touch hers, but the moment they do he’s breathless on a whole other level. He’s dreamed of this moment, of finally, finally kissing her for longer than he’ll admit. How many times has he seen her smile and just… imagined? Let his mind get carried away with dreams of paradise? Let himself feel that tiny spark of hope that dreams aren’t all they have to be?

The kiss is chaste and lasts for hardly a moment, but Jon won’t ever forget this moment. He can’t even if he tries. It’s strange, because he’s completely shut down in so many ways. His lungs don’t work, his mind is blank, he feels paralyzed, and yet it’s also sublime. It’s almost as if all his faculties take a step back to allow space for the emotion that rushes through him. He forgets just how bad of an idea this is, because this half-moment is greater than he ever imagined.

All at once, Jon’s head catches up with him and he realizes what he’s truly doing, and he jumps away like he’s been burned. He risks a glance at the jumbotron, sighing with some relief that he’s no longer on camera, and then he looks to Marinette.

She’s just… staring at him. “Marinette?” He breathes. “Aw, hell, I’m so sorry, I didn’t thin- I mean you were askin- I- and I jus- I just…”

“Wha-? Jon, I was asking you if it was okay to kiss you! It’s okay!”

Jon risks looking her in the eye. Her gaze is full of concern and worry and Jon mentally berates himself for putting that there. He just… kind of can’t breathe. “You mean it? I mean, I… I just- I just kind of went for it. I know you weren’t really rea-”

Jon is cut off suddenly by her grabbing his collar again and pulling him close. His rambling words catch on a gasp in his throat when he finds himself intimately close to her once more. She pauses just before they crash into each other, to cup his cheek and to ensure it’s gentle, before she closes the hair of distance left to kiss him again.

That’s… that’s not what he’s expecting. But Lord, he’s not going to complain. Marinette pulls back from him, giggling. “Now we’re even?”

“Even…” Jon says. His voice is dangerously close to a whimper. “Right. Even.”

“Great. Oh! The game is starting again!” Marinette grabs his arm again, curling close. Jon has neither the faculties nor the patience to focus on the game again. All he can think about is… Holy cow, she kissed me. She kissed me!!! We weren’t even on the kiss cam, she just did it!

What the hell is happening? I’ve… I’ve got to be dreaming, right?

If it is a dream, it’s the best one he’s ever had. And if it’s a dream, maybe he can push his luck a little. Carefully, he moves her closer hand from the crook of his elbow to his own, and tentatively laces his fingers through hers.

She looks over at him, flushed as red as he feels (he hopes it’s not just from the cold), and all he can do is offer a hopeful smile. When she smiles back, and he feels her hand squeeze his own, he can hardly believe it. He giggles senselessly and raises their joined hands to kiss the back of hers. “H-hey, I…”

The crowd erupts into a roar, drawing both of their attention to where his school’s team just scored a touchdown. With the field goal, they’re tied again.

“We can talk later.” Marinette yell-whispers into his ear. “When it’s not so loud! But I’m really glad I came tonight!”

Jon returns her grin. “Me too!”

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advicewithkali · 4 years ago

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Mistake, Maybe (Chapter One Draft)

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“What’s up guys, today we’re visiting Woodhils University to surprise a girl name Aubrey and her friend, who say they’re my biggest fans!” David sayid as he yelled into the camera.

He then turns his camera off and holds it in his left hand.

“David, how big of a fan are we exactly talking?” Jason inquires while chewing on green mint-flavored gum.

“I have to show you guys the video she sent me on twitter, I think she’s literarily my biggest fan. Check it out!” He said as he rummages through the slender small pocket of his black jean.

“You too, Jeff! You’re not going to believe this!” He yelled excitedly.

Jeff trudged over to the duo reluctantly, not really interested in the video David was about to show them or the visiting the university at all. David then pulled out his phone and opened the Twitter app, immediately going to his DMs. He scrolled through the messages for a second, before he landed on the video.

“Are you guys ready for this, it’s literally insane.” He said with pure excitement in his voice.

“David, come on just play it already,” Jason responded.

“Okay, okay, give me a sec.” He said as he turned his phone horizontally so that all three of them could see the video clearly. David then clicked on the video and let it play.

“My name is Aubrey and uh-sorry I’m a little nervous and excited uh.” She said as she began to fidget on her wooden chair. “Oh, my God David! Please, please, please come visit my school! I’m literally your biggest fan.” She abruptly blurted out quickly and loudly.

“She really is!” A female voice yelled in the background before quickly coming into the view of the camera.

“She’s literally obsessed with you, David. It’s bad. It’s so bad that we even have a “David Jar” in our dorm room. Anytime she mentions your name- mind you which is like every other sentence she has to put a dol- “She said before her explanation was interrupted by a slim hand muffling her speech.

“Sophie, shut up! Don’t say all of that shit. He’ll think I’m crazy! I’m trying to get him to visit us not run away, stupid!” Audrey yelled in slight frustration.

“Heh, sorry David uh, sometimes Sophie just says too much. Ha, you guys know how it is.” She said slightly nervous again as muffled noises began to come out from behind Audrey's hand.

“But anyway, David if you would come to visit me-us at Woodhill University dorm room 274 I would literally die, well no- but yes, okay gotta go bye!” She said yelled slightly frazzled and waved bye to the camera, along with a still muffled Sophie.

As the screen faded black, David turned around to face Jason and Jeff. “Can you guys believe that shit?” David asked still feeling ecstatic.

“David, I then she might be a little- off.” Jason trailed off and stopped chewing his gum.

“Ugh, Jason. Jeff please, please say you’re siding with me on this.” He said looking towards Jeff.

“Hell no, David. I’m siding with Jason on this one. You go there and you’re dead.” He said not sounding entertained with this idea.

“Well, if the two and the rest of the guys go, then I won’t be alone, no chance. Besides this will make some sick vlog footage! Jason told me it wouldn’t!” He said trying to convince them.

“It would but not if our lives at risk, David,” Jason said sounding slightly worried. “It’ll be fine. We’ll call up everyone and we’ll be all set. Nothing’s going to happen, Jason.”

Jason let out a deep sigh, “Alight, David. Let’s do this.

“Yes!” David said sounding thrilled. “What about you Jeff?” David said looking in his diffraction once again.

“I’m gonna pass. I don’t want to get murdered or risk going to prison again.” He said as he started to walk away.

“Wait, Jeff! If you don’t go how will you ever get that girlfriend, you said you wanted.” David said knowing that he had reeled Jeff back into his plan.

Jeff stopped abruptly in his steps, regretting a few months ago when he told the whole squad that he had been looking to find a serious relationship because now it was backfiring on him.

“Come on Jeff, at least one of those girls had to be your type!” Jason teased as he continued to chew the gum in his mouth.

Jeff smirks small as he turns around quickly, “Really, Jason? I pegged them more of your type don’t you like them young.” Jeff said as he was alluding to his tumultuous relationship with notorious Youtuber Trisha Paytas. They were twelve years apart.

“What?!” Jason yelled trying to act as if he didn’t know what Jeff was referring too. “That’s what you’re going to do old man? Act like you have no clue what or WHO I’m referring too.” He said as he chuckled.

“Of course, I do! I just don’t want to think about the past at all.” Jason said as he tried to make up an excuse.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell the truth Jase, is it because you don’t want Tris- “He said before he was cut off by a series of objections coming from Jason.

“No, no, no! Don’t say that name! I don’t want any more drama!” He pleaded. Jason, then took his eyes off of Jeff and glanced to his right and saw that David was filming their whole conversation.

“No, David! Do not put that in! Delete it!” He screamed as he waved his hands in front of the camera trying to block it from recording any further.

David just giggled as he blocked all of Jason’s attempts to shield his camera. “Are you kidding that clip was too good not to put in! Think of the views Jason, the views!” He said jokingly.

“David, no. I’m going through this all over again with her, I’m begging you not to put that clip in.” Jason said feeling exhausted.

David stopped moving and lowered his camera as he pondered for a bit. A few moments later, he began to speak, “How about this?” He said with a smirked.

Jason, looked into David’s brown eyes, “Really, you’re betting on my life right now.” He said knowing too well that, that statement followed by that smirk never meant a good thing. Jason knew from the past that meant that David was thinking, plotting really, and it sucked to be on the other end.

Jason let out a slow sigh, “What is it?” He spoke in a defeated manner.

“Nothing, much. It’s nothing much just two small things.” He said.

Jason gave him a look of disbelief knowing that when David meant small, he really meant large and at times very extreme.

Jeff moved closer to the duo as he began to take interest in something regarding the vlog for the first time today.

“The first part includes Zane- “

“Oh God, I’m screwed!” Jason shouted out.

Jeff’s left eyebrow raised as he took more interest in the situation unfolding before him.

David laughed as he continued to speak, “So Zane has to come out of this party without hurting himself, breaking anything, or hurting someone else.” He said.

“I’m doomed,” Jason said weakly.

Jeff chuckled as Jason began to panic waiting for David to announce the second part to his “wicked” plan.

“The second part involves Jeff,” David said laughing harder as he observed Jeff’s facial expression.

“Me? Why the hell am I involved in this!?” He questioned loudly.

“I’m glad you asked Jeff, because if you don’t find a genuine connection with a girl tonight then I guess Jason will be on Drama alert this week.

“Yeah, and how are you going to be able to tell if I made a genuine connection or not? You gonna stalk me like your little super fan?” He said in a brazen tone.

“Ha, no. I’ll ask you some questions, see if they add up and if they don’t well… It’s Killer Keemstar for Jason.” He said as he tried to imitate Keemstar.

“Wow, David. You’re crazier than I thought. You sure you aren’t part of the Slovakian mob or something?” Jeff asked.

“Nope, just doing it for some content.” He said casually.

“Jeff please tell me you got this. Please.” Jason begged again. “What am I saying, of course, you do. Look at you, the real problem is Zane. I’ve got to call him!”

“Don’t worry Jason, I’ve got your back.” He said but for the first time in years, he wasn’t confident about the words that came out of his mouth. After all, it had been so long since he’s made a genuine connection with anyone, let alone a girl. He’s a thirty-year-old man, with a lonely apartment, a dog, and a group of wilds friends, could he really get real and open with someone at this point in his life? Let alone in one night?

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“What’s up guys, so the squad and I are right outside of Aubrey’s door and we’re about to knock.” He whispered slightly as he filmed the members of the vlog quad, which insisted on Zane, Heath, Mariah, Jason, Erin, Carly, Toddy, Jason, Jonah, and Jeff. Then turned the camera back on the door room, 247.

David smiled brightly as he began to knock on the door. The door instantly and swung open, slamming into the bedroom wall. The squad was greeted with the sounds of loud squeals and jumping up and down coming to a brown skin girl with dark brown long hair and a slim thick body and a bright smile from an olive-colored girl with long black hair, dark brown eyes, and freckles.

“You must be Aubrey, right?’ David said with his well-known smile. “Yes. Yes! That’s me!” She said as she switched from jumping up and down to bouncing on the heels of her feet.

“Can I- Can I hug you, David?” She asked.

“Of course!” He yelled as he pulled her in for a hug. The pair hugged for a few moments before David pulled away.

“And you must me Sophie?” He asked.

“It’s Sophia actually everyone usually calls me Sophie or Soph. I really don’t care which one you call me by I’ll still respond.” She said chucking.

“I think you guys should come in before Audrey explodes. Plus, it’s Taco and Tequila Tuesdays and you don’t want to be outside for that.” She warned.

“Mhm, that sounds so good right now!” Zane yelled from the back of the group.

“Zane!” Jason grumbled under his voice as he elbowed Zane on the left side of his ribcage.

“Right, right. I forgot.” He responded back as he retreated slightly from the conversation.

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Jeff’s P.O.V

David was the first one to walk in the dorm room. Followed by everyone else. I was hesitant to walk in. I can’t really say I feel comfortable being on a college campus filled with people- kids about a decade my senior. And David really expects me to find a genuine connection with one of them. He’s clearly lost his mind.

As I walked into the cramped and small room, I noticed how differently each side was decorated. On the right was a very bright, pink, and girly side, it had to be Aubrey’s side of the room. It was pretty much like any other college dorm you’d see. While the other side was decorated in an alternative way. It was darker and had stacks of books, CDs and records, and band posters. I wonder who’s side it was. Not, Sophia’s. It doesn’t seem to match her personality.

I continued to analyze the room as everyone gathered around Aubrey’s bed. I then spotted a small shuffle out of the side of my left eye. I looked closer and saw that it was a girl. She was stunning. She had the most beautiful smooth brown skin and pillow-soft curls. I continued to stare in her direction as I observed her reading a book.

I guess I stared too long because she looked up in my direction before quickly turning away, huddling down in her book further. I was taken back slightly; I had never had that reaction before from someone. I guess she was just shy. I didn’t really know but I wanted too.

I kept looking in her direction a few moments longer, hoping she would look up at me again. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen as I was knocked out of my trance by Toddy when he elbowed me in my right ribcage.

“Dude, you alright? You zoned out for a while there.” He questioned. “Yeah…. I’m fine.” I said back, still not fully paying attention to him.

“Well then come on, Audrey’s about to answer some questions and prove that she’s David’s number one fan!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Before he could move, he glances back at the girl in the corner and saw her twitch slightly and move closer into the corner as she turned her back towards him.

With that, I finally joined the rest of my friends. I didn’t sit. I told everyone that I felt better standing but in reality, I was uncomfortable being in this room. Not only was it a room for college kids but something was very off about the vibes in this room.

I left my train of thought to try and pay attention to what was going on before me. I tried my hardest to be entertaining and put on the “Jeff character” but I was so distracted by the girl in the corner. Every second I spent in this room I just wanted to turn my head and peek over at her even if it was for just a second.

“Okay, okay! Next question, “What sport did members of the vlog squad play that eventually lead to a kiss between Heath and me? I heard David ask.

“No way she’s going to get this one!” I heard Heath scream.

“Baby, it’s a wrap you ain’t getting this one!” Zane yelled in agreement.

“If she gets this one, I’m done I’m just- I can’t!” Toddy yelled right beside me.

I then looked up at Aubrey and saw a look of determination on her face followed a smirk and small glimmer of some something I couldn’t put my finger on, in her eyes.

“Beer Bottle Frisbee.” She said with all the confidence in her voice. Her answer was met with extremely loud cheers. As everyone was distracted, I turned my head quickly in the direction the mysterious girl was sitting and saw her getting up. I immediately turned my head back around, this time looking down in hopes of seeing where she was off too.

To my surprise, she ended up leaving without anyone noticing. While everyone was still cheering, I took this as an opportunity to go speak to her. I waited a few seconds before I slipped out of the room quietly and followed the direction, I saw her go in.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw piles of garbage, toilet paper streamers, and drunk guys getting loud in the hallway. This gave me even more of an incentive to find this girl. She doesn’t seem like the type to be safe in this environment.

I followed her for what seemed like an hour. I made sure to keep my distance. I didn’t want her to know that I was following her. I guess I could throw that thought right out the window because this is when she completely stopped walking.

“P-please stop following me.” She said with her back still turned to me.

I just continued to stare at her for a second before I spoke, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to talk to you.” I said, trying to find the right words to say to her. For some reason, my confidence with this girl was swaying.

“Why?” She mumbled lowly.

I walked closer to her until I was a few inches away from her.

“I can’t really come up with an excuse right now. There really shouldn’t be an excuse to talk to a pretty girl, so I won’t say one. I’ll tell the truth. There’s- there’s something about you something different that drew me into you and I just wanted to get to know you.” I said as I smiled.

“I’m Jeff,” I said as I held my hand out and continued to smile.

She turned around fully after I said my name. I could’ve sworn I stopped breathing for a second as I took in her full appearance. I felt wrong in away because I knew she was too young, but I pushed those thoughts aside because this opportunity was too perfect to miss.

I continued to hold out my hand and smile but her facial expression never changed, and she never made and moves to shake my hand. I looked at trying to predict what she would do. She then began to shuffle on her feet and moved her arms to wrap around her body.

“I know.” She whispered lowly. I wasn’t quite sure how to react to her reactions. She seemed so scared and guarded.

“Uh, so you watch the vlogs then?” I asked trying to then of something to get relive some of the awkwardness.

“Um, yeah sometimes. Mostly when I have free time form classes and studying.” She said with a little more pep as she looked up at me.

I smiled small. She finally said something more than one word.

“Not like your roommate, right?” I said as I chuckled lightly. Her face faltered at the mention of her roommate.

“No.” She said quietly again.

“So, I didn’t get your name,” I said.

“It’s ah Kamora. Kamora Maxwell.” She said facing me again with those big brown eyes. Even her name matched her.

“Everyone usually goes crazy for David and the vlog squad and you left? Not your type of YouTubers?” I asked trying to get her to speak more and refraining from personal or sensitive topics.

“Um, I’m just not much of a social person. And I do like you- um you guys but I like to see you guys as normal individuals. I don’t want to separate the human qualities from you guys just because you well know.” She said.

She’s attractive and smart, the full package.

“Believe it or not, I’m not social either,” I said being completely honest.

She looked at me intrigued.

“Yeah from the vlogs and my channel I look like this super social guy, but I hate it. I like to be independent and do my own thing. Don’t get me wrong I like my group of friends but sometimes I just need to retreat to my cave and recharge.” I said just blurting out how I felt. For some reason, I felt completely safe confiding in her.

She nodded her head in agreeance with me.

“So where are you from? You kind of have an accent but I can’t pinpoint it.” I said.

“I’m from New York City, actually.” She said.

“You’re lying!” I shouted getting a bit excited. She shook her no.

“What part?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t Staten Island.

“The Bronx.” She responded back.

“The Bronx, huh? I know a couple people up that way. They’re cool guys. I outta visit them when I head back home again.” I said reminiscing slightly.

“Since you watch the vlogs then you probably know that I’m from Staten Island- “

“The Forgotten Island,” We said in unison.

I chuckled at that and smiled at her.

We stood in silence for a few moments before I began to speak again. “It’s funny how we both ended up moving from one side of the country to the other. It’s crazy to think about how bad my life was going. The decisions and the people I were hanging out with put me right in prison. But, I’m so glad I was given another chance at life and I’m finally able to live a decent life.” I said as I opened up to her.

“For some reason, I feel like you weren’t like me. You needed up her for some reason and I-“I said before she interrupted me.

“I- I’m sorry. I-I can’t do this!” She yelled as she took a few tentative steps back before bolting past me.

I stood there in shock for a few moments. What did she mean that she “couldn’t do this”? Did she mean socializing in general or just talking to me? Was it something I said? I didn’t really know what to say or do at this moment all I knew was I had to find her and I had to make things okay.

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Fantastic Beasts: CoG Thoughts and Observations

*SPOILERS* Press ‘J’ if you want to skip to the next post.

Grindelwald is a badass. I don’t even like him and yet he’s a fucking badass. He was in fucking prison for 6 months and they had to change his guards multiple times because he’s so damn charismatic that he kept luring the Aurors to his side!

He then got out long before he was supposed to be transported and literally took out everyone on the transport team. And he drove the damn carriage and without even looking behind him, directed bolts of lightning to take out some of the Aurors on their brooms.

He did not come to play.

Newt is still my adorable child. He’s so awkward and still feels like he did in the first film which is great. A lot of people whined about how he wasn’t ‘manly enough’. Because Newt shows compassion on the regular and is more soft-spoken and not interested in ‘manly professions’ or some shit, so he doesn’t fit the ridiculous type of masculinity Hollywood shoves down our throats and dudebros can’t relate to him.

“There are no strange creatures, only wicked people,” is a great line and should be used in reference to animals as well since some people still walk around acting like sharks and pitbulls are evil incarnate. I really love Newt.

Leta knows him well enough to know what he’d say in response to her comment. They have an awkward air of camaraderie about them.

Newt stood up to a teacher with that line of his and got a month’s worth of detention. Leta left a dungbomb in his office to get back at him so she could join Newt. Good friends fight the intolerant assholes in charge of your education together.

Theseus gives off this smarmy vibe. I seen people praise him as a good brother but at present just the way he stands annoys me. And it makes me sad that Newt feels like he can’t be himself in order to be rightfully treated like a human being should be treated.

The dude playing Theseus really does resemble Eddie though, so props for getting that right at least. I can believe they’re siblings.

As usual the Ministry is useless. Grindels is literally the reason NYC got fucked up. Him and his messing with Credence. Newt made some mistakes but actually worked to fix them and then saved all their asses in the process. Why is he getting blamed with misinformation? Even in the 20s Magical Britain’s Ministry is full of morons.

There’s a black dude in a high Ministry position. I think there are more POC in this film than all the HP films combined, jfc. ‘bout time!

Also, they never told Newt that Credence is alive and are now using that fact as a way to try and guilt-trip him into joining the Ministry. Cleverish I suppose, but I still don’t like them.

Some dude just referred to Credence as an IT. wtf? Credence is a wizard who, because magical people suck at getting abused children the help they need, ended up a massive mess. He’s not some thing to be treated like shit!

The brothers are arguing and Newt starts spouting off things he’s mostly likely heard from Theseus and his parents. I will admit Theseus seems less annoying now that he’s spoken a bit, but the fact that Newt starts saying, “Okay, right, here we go, selfish, irresponsible-” speaks of somebody who is used to being compared to another and having what others consider to be ‘faults’ shoved in his face and complained about. That sucks a lot.

Okay, Theseus isn’t as annoying as I expected him to be. He does seem to care for Newt and understand how his mind works to an extent. He isn’t offended that Newt doesn’t go to hug him back. Newt is just awkward with physical contact from humans. He’s always seemed to be on the spectrum for me and I’ve only recently found out that others feel the same, which makes his character more interesting imo.

Grindels is in lift shoes! Needs that extra height that badly? 5′10 isn’t short or anything but he really needed that lift to 6′0″? XD

At least Grindels and the Gang are only using AKs(silently btw). I don’t get why everyone always acts like AK is the absolute worst spell in HP when literally it’s just a quick and painless death. There are a bajillion others spells that are actually terrifying.

Newt easily noticing that he’s being followed and fucking with his stalker is the best. People who say Newt is weak are effin stupid.

I would not take the hand of some random glove hovering in my face. Now way, no how. idc who it might belong to, that’s some shady shit. I don’t trust people.

Though we have to admit that the glove forcibly Apparating him, even if it’s a small distance is pretty cool. Dumbles annoys me but as Phineas Nigellus will say in the future, “He’s got style.”

The fact that Newt knew it was Dumbles makes me wonder if Dumbles has done this before.

Dumbles literally just summoned a big ass fog to cover the city! I don’t like him but he keeps impressing me! It’s annoying! Stop it!

“A Phoenix will come to any Dumbledore in desperate need.” Interesting.

A wizard doing sleight of hand. Oi vey. Dumbles is a drama queen to the umpteenth degree.

God he was a cryptic asshat even back then. It’s very easy to believe this dude becomes the Dumbledore we all know. I think people are just bitching because they refuse to see Dumbledore for who he is. Lots of people whining about ‘how manipulative Jude’s Dumbledore is’ not realizing that HP-Dumbles is literally a Master Manipulator.

Baby Nifflers are effin adorable and I love how well Newt knows them!

Newt literally has someone working for him. And he’s been nothing but reassuring in his own way. He especially tells her to avoid the Kelpie because he doesn’t want her to get hurt. I have seen several people whining about him ‘being mean’ to her and I just have to ask, are y’all fucking stupid? He knows his creatures and when he tells her to not go near one alone because of how dangerous it is and she might lose a finger, he’s not being mean. He’s being a responsible employer. I know some of your bosses don’t give a shit about your well being, but Newt is actually a decent bloke. Chill the fuck out.

She’s flirting with him and is really bad at it. But it’s kinda funny at the same time.

Also can we just stop and talk about how talented Newt is that he can create such realistic habitats in such seemingly small and cramped places? He’s really good at magic.

Queenie and Jacob are cute. And to all the people whining about how ‘unnecessary’ he is to the plot, can y’all chill? He is there for a reason. To show how fucked up MACUSA is when it comes to dealing with Muggles. Queenie will literally be imprisoned if they find out she’s with a Muggle. It’s ridiculous and his character is supposed to show how even the American wizards are messed up.

Queenie calling Newt, ‘honey’ is sweet. I swear she’s the Molly of this new group of friends. Seems like she wants to take care of people and just adopts everyone who comes along.

God, even the magical gossip rags are shit even back then. They deliberately made it so it looked as if Newt and Leta were a thing. Though tbh nothing really happened between Newt and Tina in the first film so her being all offended over him possibly marrying another woman is ridiculous.

These weird shots that are supposed to be directly from someone’s point of view are a bit annoying, I must admit. It’s kind of like watching through a somewhat less annoying fish-eye lens, but still annoying anyway.

Newt is very smart. He notices very quickly that Jacob is out of sorts and that he hasn’t been acting normally. He deduces very quickly that something is up and then stops it.

I really like how level-headed Jacob is about everything considering all the crap he’s just thrown into. He cares enough about Queenie to not want her to be imprisoned/possibly killed for breaking a stupid law. I got really emotional at that part because MACUSA is full of idiots.

Jacob is right though, she’s not being sensible. There’s a lot at stake and it isn’t smart for them to marry yet no matter how much they want to.

Jacob looks at the bird thing and then’s just like, “I got my own problems.” He’s been through enough shit to just not care atm.

And now everyone’s basically going to Paris anyway.

Walking through weird barriers into new places should no longer impress me but it still does!

The magical circus looks kind of awesome but the I’m also not a fan of how circuses are handled. So it’s this cross between amazement and annoyance at the inhumane way animals(in this case creatures) are being handled.

Literally, they are kept locked up in filthy places, I am unhappy! Also Claudia Kim, who portrays Nagini, is so very beautiful and I am so very gay.

Nagini’s hair has that little serpent-like curl at the end as it rests against her neck. It’s such an awesome little detail to throw in there.

Her transformation is really cool btw.

Wow! You treat the creatures like shit and mock them, and get all confused when they attack you? I hope pain was dealt.

What is it with all the bad guys in everything having to incorporate skulls into their dirty business? Is this supposed to be a play on the whole skulls and crossbones thing meaning death?

Though Grindels does make it more interesting than some wiggly tattoo at least.

Dumbles is considered the greatest threat to his cause when he’s practically been doing nothing but playing teacher. That’s some high praise I suppose.

He’s already known as ‘The Great Albus Dumbledore’! What did he do to gain such belief in his prowess? He’s like 46!

Newt’s asking Jacob for advice on what to say when he sees Tina again, and Jacob gives him great advise. “Best not to plan these things.” It’s good. And then Newt’s like, “She has eyes just like a salamander,” and Jacob’s tune changes immediately! XD “Don’t say that!”

Jacob is a good friend. I really like him!

Jacob’s reactions are the greatest because he’s literally like an in-universe representation of the fandom when we saw magic in the movies for the first time!

Do people know that Eddie Redmayne actually licked the ground?

Newt talking about how narrow Tina’s feet are and Jacob just being like, ‘okaaaaaaay’ is the best!

Queenie must be so lost. Hearing all these thoughts and not knowing the language they’re in. And it must be stressful to not only be in an unfamiliar place but also be completely unprepared for everything going on.

That is the perfect moment to trick her. Literally, I don’t get how people can’t see that she’s emotionally vulnerable and a prime target for manipulation right now.

Credence is just a mess. He needs friends. Glad Nagini seems to be filling in that role but honestly he needs a few more. Those who are ‘cursed’ in essence, like he is. So they’ll understand him.

I really love Jacob’s character. He’s just so amazed by magic and all the things it can do. ^-^

Newt! Knows how to tame and capture creatures he’s never even met before! Zuowus are cute imo.

Hedwig’s Theme, I am crying!

Also, Hogwarts brings back my feels.

Very confused about the McGonagall thing unless this involves time-travel which idk how advanced that was at the time.

The fucking Aurors just break into the class and Head dude’s like, “I can go wherever I please. OUT!” And all the kids just standing there and look to Dumbledore for direction. It’s fucking hilarious that they won’t even listen to the dude who could imprison them with whatever excuse he can make up.

Now, there seems to be students of all ages in this classroom, which makes me wonder if it’s actually a class or Dumbledore has a Dueling Club set up, because he’s literally teaching a Gryffindor how to not make the same mistakes in a duel, right before owning his ass. idc what anyone says, no class of 17/11 year olds will have multiples students the size of first/seventh years in it. People are either really really tall or really really short. So I vote for a Dueling Club happening.

The Gryffindor who just lost the duel gets up in the dude’s face and is like, ‘he’s the best teacher we’ve got’. Props.

Dumbledore is way better than this Travis dude. And I mean by power and presence. I don’t like him any more than I do the Travis dude. Meaning not at all, But you get what I mean. Dumbles is far better for the good guys than this hoity toity asshat who thinks that because he’s Head Auror he can do anything he wants. Him ignoring Dumbledore’s warning is going to get a lot of people killed.

“We were closer than brothers.” How else can anyone take that? What is closer than a familial tie? A romantic one! Duh!

He’s banned from teaching DADA. But he isn’t banned from teaching any other class! Travis should have been more specific! This is probably how Dumbledore ended up teaching Transfiguration during Tom’s time at school since he doesn’t fight Grindels until 1945. I love loopholes!

Are the candles in the Great Hall just lit all the time?

I for one, think that ‘Talk Shit, Get Hit’ is a very wonderful saying to take to heart. So when people were talking shit about Leta, she damn well deserved to tear them a new asshole over it! I applaud her for cursing that gossiping little bitch’s mouth shut in the corridor. She deserved it. I am a blood-thirsty bitch!

Young-Newt literally looked like a young Eddie Redmayne. Superb casting on that part, God damn! He even got all of Eddie’s chosen mannerisms down!

You know, I’m not shocked that Leta’s being harassed by Gryffindors. The whole school treats Slytherins like shit the moment they’re Sorted. Even when they aren’t raised on the magical side and know nothing about Slytherin’s reputation.

I have mentioned how annoying I find the weird fish-eye-like lens view, right? ‘Cause it’s annoying me again.

BTW, I will always firmly believe that Hufflepuff/Slytherin friendships are the strongest. That is a deadly combination right there.

Albus admits that he didn’t love Ariana as much as he should have. Age does somewhat remove that veil from the eyes, doesn’t it?

I really, honestly think that people just decided that anythngn they saw in this movie was going to be horrible and that’s why y’all are being a bunch of whiny bitches over everything. Queenie didn’t just up and decide hey, I’m joining Grindels! She’s honestly at the end of her rope and is getting manipulated. Y’all are fucking ridiculous. Don’t pay for tickets if you intend to find fault in everything the movie has to offer.

The good sis stands up and points her wand at Grindels despite knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to do shit to him. Temerity ftw.

You gotta give Grindels some props. This dude knows how to play on everyone’s soft points. He just sees them and immediately goes in for the kill. Was Voldy like this in the 70s? It makes more sense that people would follow him if he acted like this before ‘dying’ the first time. ‘Cause after his resurrection he wasn’t follow-worthy imo. Too frantic and mad to take seriously.

He literally tells her that she’s an ‘innocent’ and that ‘he doesn’t wish her harm’. He then tells her to leave, which puts her under the impression that she’s safe from him and can make her own choices. This is a prime manipulation tactic because she’ll come back eventually once she remembers that he supposedly gave her a choice and no one else will. She told Jacob he wasn’t giving her a choice, and now Grindels, the supposed bad guy, is doing just that. And he makes it like he understands her suffering in her desire for love without restriction. Even good guys make mistakes. Y’all want to kiss Dumbledore’s ass for every shit thing he did by saying he was trying to save the world, so you can get over Queenie having a lapse of judgment during an emotionally and mentally trying period.

Ah, the Mirror of Erised, in which you see your heart’s greatest desire. And Dumbledore sees him and Grindelwald alone.

Also, I’m just saying that pressing their hands together would have been enough to make the blood mix. Linking their fingers is not necessary at all.

Finally it’s just Grindelwald as he currently is, staring him down with an innocent expression. And Dumbledore’s sad smile is the only thing we see as the scene fades to black.

Newt is so good with creatures, I love him!

Every time he comes out of that case I am reminded of how slight Eddie is.

Newt asks Jacob to get the tweezers from his bag, but after the mishaps in the last film where British and American English were proven to be different to a degree, he goes on to explain what they look like and both Tina and Jacob are like ‘we know what they are, dude’. XD

They disinfect the unconscious dude, Tina gets her info and heads off. And Jacob tries to get her to come back and then looks at Newt and is all, “You didn’t mention salamanders, did you?”. XD

Upon Jacob’s insistence he goes after Tina and tells her she’s different from other Aurors because she’s got Middle Head, in reference to the middle head of a Runespoor which is said to be a Visionary/Dreamer and doesn’t argue like the heads on either side of it. Tina doesn’t want to kill Credence like everyone else which makes her a different kind of Auror.

So that whacky black shroud that covers the city is Grindels’ way of calling his peeps together?

Grindels’ appears before Credence and tells him he ‘wants nothing from him and wants everything for him, that Grindels never had’. He and Dumbles are perfect for each other. Master Manipulators. A certain kind of Dynamic Duo. Grindels even uses the whole ‘my boy’ thing!

The shot is on Jacob. His stomach growls and it pans down and then up. And Flamel is right behind him when it comes back up! Shit like that always gets me in films! The only kind of jumpscare I’m not into. I don’t like my back being exposed so shots like this kill me.

The Flamels don’t keep food in their house. What exactly was the exchange for living so long? Like, I just thought the Stone kept them youthful and stopped their aging, you know? Apparently they have no need of food. Wouldn’t living that long be boring as hell when you can’t even enjoy the basics of life?

“You don’t look a day over 375.” I love Jacob! XD

Seriously though. Nicki looks like he’ll fall apart at any moment. Is living forever like this really worth it?

Nicki “Hasn’t seen action in 200 years,” OMG!

Newt Polyjuices himself into looking like Theseus and calls him ‘an Auror and a hugger’ in this long-suffering but fond tone.

Theseus and Leta are literally right there too!

It was all going so well and then Theseus looks down and isn’t it always like that? The plot must continue on somehow? I’m dying! XD It was a good plan until that happened.

Tina gets him down with a flick of the wand? The War Hero? Really? Good for her!

Newt is such an awkward turtle. I love that they didn’t insist upon Eddie changing up the way he portrays him!

Newt describes Tina’s eyes as “Having and effect in person. Like fire in water, dark water,” and if that isn’t the nicest way to describe dark brown eyes idk what is. HE’S TRYING SO HARD NOT TO SAY THE SALAMANDER LINE! XD

SHE SAID IT INSTEAD! XD How she got that I have no idea. I don’t know shit about salamanders.

And Leta finds them and runs with them. I wonder if Tina is feeling awkward.

He’s known the Zouwu for so little time and it’s already cuddling up to him! The Snow White of fucking wizards, everyone! He is a cinnamon roll and must be kept safe!

Honestly I am proud I kept up with the whole Lestrange family tree business because holy shit it was convoluted!

The Lestranges are so sexist. Only the men get recorded on the family tree, what bullshit. Leta’s father Raped her mother via Imperius and never loved her. Frankly, a child being jealous of a new sibling that he did love shouldn’t be surprising. Kids make mistakes all the time and hating her for making a rash decision she didn’t fully understand at that age, is ridiculous. She didn’t even mean to get him killed. It’s not like she’s some super horrible person for that.

Newt gets this! He literally gets it! And she tells him “You’ve never met a monster you couldn’t love”. I hurt. She’s not a monster, she’s a fucking human being who made a grave mistake when she was like 7 and it haunted her for the rest of her life.

Nagini doesn’t trust Purebloods because, “They kill the likes of us for sport”. Her life must have sucked.

And here’s where is all leads up to. The literal Crimes of Grindelwald. And not in the sense of law-breaking, although there has been a lot of that. The title means in reference to an act of of great offense which isn’t illegal but still considered morally reprehensible, against another person or persons. He’s spent this whole time manipulating the hell out of everyone and doing things both illegal and simply sinful. Lying isn’t against the law, but the way he’s doing it is wrong, and it helps him commit his ‘crimes’.

Also what the hell is with evil people and graveyards/tombs? Is this a requirement in joining the dark side?

Grindels finds muggles “Not disposable but of a different disposition.” He’s really workin’ it because he knows the kinds of people who showed up to this little speech thing of his and he’s getting all of them at once.

He’s literally showing them a vision of what will happen in WWII with the bombs in order to scare them into joining his side. It’s what will ‘rise up’ from the muggles, and Jacob understands it instantly. Scare tactics ftw! He has a point in a sense. Could we really say that the leading governments of our world wouldn’t try to enslave magicals in order to have the most power over all other countries?

The Aurors are called down to face the crowd and Grindels knows just what to say to stir up feelings of distrust. Though they’re cops so it’s not shocking. They’re all power-hungry and with the experience a lot of the people have with Aurors, plus Grindels sweet-talking them all, of course some chick just up and moves against them and get murdered on the spot. Not even detained. Cops kill first and ask questions later, not shocking magic ones do the same.

Auror used an AK without hesitation. But you know, everyone says that is the most evil spell in HP, right? And no one, not even Aurors, should use it?

And as expected, it all plays in Grindels’ plans. I’m not shocked. “Spread the word. It is not we who are violent.” Right after an Auror just murdered someone. Talk about playing on the emotions.

The fire Grindels’ conjures is blue, compared to normal fire. Which means it’s hotter. Voldy’s fire was also blue. Is this just because they’re magically powerful or are both Dark Lords?

Grindelwald uses magic like he’s a conductor. It’s interesting because everyone else but Voldy has only ever had a death grip on their wands. Voldy holds his wand more gracefully and loosely.

Nagini does not side with Grindelwald. And she has a point. He knows what Credence is, not who he is.

Okay, so a lot of people died in the blue fire, but Newt was able to hold the fire off from consuming him several times. My child is so powerful! He’s just never violent with it! *APPLAUSE*

Queenie’s desperation makes me so sad. She and Jacob love each other but go about it very differently.

I can’t tell if Leta was saying ILY to Newt or Theseus. Maybe to both but with different meanings? Romantic Love isn’t the only kind of love out there. One is her long-time friend whom she could have romantic feelings for if their bond is deep enough. The other is her fiance though her bond with him doesn’t seem that deep. Confusing and shot deliberately like that to confuse us too.

She tries to kill Grindels knowing it won’t work. I like Leta. I don’t get why people don’t like her.

He’s literally using his fancy Fiendfyre to destroy Paris. This dude aims big!

Flamel is a genius and a bunch of people, most who aren’t trained Aurors, just had to put out some powerful magic that would have destroyed a whole city.

Newts hugs Theseus!

The Niffler lives and got the Blood Pact thing from Grindels! How did he not notice it?

Queenie’s skills are very useful to Grindels in how to deal with Credence without scaring him off. He knew what he was doing in manipulating her to his side.

Grindels and Dumbles agreed not to fight one another. Wonder what would happen if they turned their wands on each other with intent to do harm. Pain? Or maybe... their spells being directed elsewhere by some unseen force and hitting nearby things(*cough* Ariana *cough*)?

So here’s where I am confused but I have many thoughts. A.) Percival Dumbledore died some time after 1890 but no date is given. He was in Azkaban during the time and immoral things happen in prison. He could be the father. B.) Kendra Dumbledore died in 1899 and Credence was born ‘circa’ 1901(meaning around that time frame but no specific details are known) so she could have birthed him. Albus wouldn’t know since he wasn’t very present at home and was distant to his siblings. Kendra isn’t actually a Dumbledore but she had the name, Credence doesn’t know the details, and Grindels could have sent the Phoenix in some way. C.) Grindels is just lying altogether but he’s really believable. D.) He used the word ‘brother’ to mean family, like how he addressed the people as his ‘brothers and sisters’. His fellow magical people. So perhaps he meant as in like Credence’s kin. So he could be a child of Aberforth who would be old enough to sire a child(teens do it all the time), or of their Aunt Honoria who could have had a kid for all people know.

Dumbles is the one to tell us all about the Phoenix thing first. Grindels strengthens that fact later on, making it not just some children’s tale. It’s all left to us to wonder if he’s lying about Credence or not.

I observed a lot.

So for the cinematography, it was really well done save for the fish-eye lens crap. I really didn’t like that. But I am a sucker for panning from above. Also clever use of the camera while certain people speak. Angles can do wonders to tell a story.

I thought the plot was very easy to follow. I’ve seen people whine about it not making sense but literally, in stories about multiple people, the POV shifts. A lot. In order to understand why everyone is doing what they are doing, you need to know what is going on from their ends. So yeah, why is everybody just randomly in France of all places? Paying attention lets you find out!

I do have one really big annoyance and it’s more for it taking this long instead of it happening at all. In the original HP films there really aren’t a lot of non-white actors portraying characters, even if they’re just extras to fill in for other students and such. In this film there were extras of all kinds of nationalities. I saw a lot of Black and Asian folks just filling up the background. And I’m glad the universe now seems more realistic and diverse. It’s just annoying that the most diverse of all the films in this fictional world, is the newest one and kinda makes the others a bit disappointing since the 20s were less progressive than the 90s.

My initial opinions on certain characters did change. Naturally I hate Dumbledore as a character no matter what but he’s more interesting than before. And I don’t really like Grindels all that much but he is a badass and watching him is interesting. Theseus and Leta grew on me with such little time. I cried for both of them. I’m disappointed but not shocked or angry at Queenie’s actions. I cried for her too. Flamel creeps me out still. I like Nagini. She’s been through some tough shit and is mildly distrustful of everyone. And now she’s away from possibly her only friend(I got not romance vibes between she and Credence btw).

I liked all the story-telling. There were a lot of creatures. A lot of talking. A decent amount of action. And humor spread out here and there for some levity.

I thought it was a fine film. It was good. I’d re-watch it with the first without hesitation. I had moments where I laughed, moments where I cried, and moments where I wasn’t sure what I was feeling at all.

Grade: A

#Fantastic Beasts Spoilers #FBAWTFT #HP #omg #Fantastic Beasts #Crimes of Grindelwald #Crimes of Grindelwald Spoilers

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buckysforeverprincess · 6 years ago

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What Do You Want from Me? Ch 19

Lance Tucker x Reader, OFC Claire

Words: 2179

Warnings: Language

A/N: Oh, something happens...enjoy!

Before Lance could answer, there was a knock on the door. Of course, the wedding was going to start soon, so it was probably Jase's aunt coming to make sure you were ready to go.

You walked around Lance and made your way over to the door. Looking back at Lance, he's now running his hand through his hair; no doubt frustrated by your request. He'll just have to figure himself out if he truly wants all of this to end or not.

Opening the door, it was not Jase's aunt standing in front of you, but the snatch of all snactch’s staring back into your eyes, and there's nothing more you want to do right now then wipe the fake ass smile off her face.

“Claire,” you were curt and unwelcoming.

She really was the last person you wanted to see right now. The bitch was a constant thorn in your side.

“Y/N! I came to offer help!” She brushes past you and enters the room, surprised see Lance in the room with you. “What's he doing here?” She looks back at you, shock written all over her face.

“Why, Claire? Afraid I'll run away with him at the last second? Steal the man of your dreams? Relax…he's yours. However, jealousy is not a good look on you, sweetheart.” You give her a smirk as you close the door she had just walked through. Obviously, this day was not meant to be Claire free.

Claire scoffs at your remark, “I'm hardly jealous, nor worried. He knows his place.” She turns to Lance, who is rolling his eyes, and blows him a kiss.

“Wow, who’da thunk it, Claire? Someone’s finally silenced Lance Tucker. Never thought I'd see the day,” you moved away from door and sat down at the vanity to fix your makeup. The previous events in the room demanded a fresh coat, and you wanted to touch it up before it really was time to go.

“So, what’s he really doing here?” Claire asked again, placing her hands on her hips; attitude pouring off of her like hot lava.

“Problems already in your relationship?” You turned around to face her, bitch face glued on tight, “You really can't turn a hoe into a housewife.”

You turn yourself away, screaming on the inside. Through the mirror you can see her scrunch her face, anger written all over. Good! This bitch needs to be knocked down a peg or two. She's had too much control for too long.

“If you must know, I asked him to give me away.” Your voice coming from the mirror, continuing with reapplying your makeup.

“Y/N-” Lance starts to speak, but you cut him off before he makes things worse.

“Lance…thank you for agreeing to my request.” You turn your body to face him, giving him a loving smile, “Do you think you could give us a few last moments alone. I'd like to have a word with myself proclaimed bff?”

Lance spends a moment cemented in place, eyes moving between the two of you. The man nods in agreement, wanting to get the hell out of dodge before the shit hits the fan, “Yeah. I can step out. I'll be back right before it's time.”

Lance walks over to where you're seated; bending down and placing a kiss on your cheek. He lets his lips linger for a little too long and removes them when he hears “ahem” from behind him. Lance lifts his head and makes eye contact with you, and you don't miss the eye roll he her gives before he walks to the door and exits the room.

“Really, Y/N!” Claire immediately starts in on you once Lance closed the door, “You just couldn't leave him alone could you?” She's moved closer to you now and is sitting in the exact chair Lance was sitting in earlier when he was begging you to marry Jase.

“Awww, poor Claire! Having a hard time getting what you want? When will you learn playing with fire gets you burned?” You turn to look back in the mirror, deeming your face had been fixed enough.

Claire watches you as you stand up from the vanity and walk over the table grabbing your glass of water you had almost forgotten about, staring at you...never saying a word. This is hardly like her, so you wonder how much time will pass in silence. She usually never passes up an opportunity to spew her venom, and it’s only a matter of time before she starts.

“Your silence is deafening.” Trying to evoke a response from her, but she just continues to glare at you, as if you were her prey. There is truth in that thought, it seems like you have been for quite some time. Looks like she's had her sights set on you for a while now. It's a shame really that Claire won't ever really get what she wants.

You make your way to the window overlooking the garden. The late fall has turned the bright colors of the summer to a crisp, vibrant scene reflective of the upcoming change from fall to winter. You chuckle to yourself noting the irony of the situation; the frost covering the trees outside, and the chill of the air in your room as the ice queen herself inhabits it. It's a wonder there wasn't frost covering the windows from the icy blast of the woman behind you.

“I never quite understood you, Claire.” You’re still looking out the window, not paying her any mind. “You came into my life, befriended me, constantly trying to push me…why? Clearly it was all an act, but for the life of me I can't understand why? Why go through all this trouble just to get to Lance?” You look back at her, she's still sitting in the chair watching you, but there's a softness in her stare. Like something you said broke the dam. Maybe the Grinch does have a heart.

“You were my friend,” she begins, gripping on to her clutch for the strength to continue, “but things have changed. I'm not the same woman you met back in college. I've grown up since then and my goals are different.” Claire's tone is serious. There's not even a hint of sorrow in her. Proof, Claire is the cunt you've always known her to be. That heart you thought you saw, gone. In its place, a cold, conniving, heartless beast, with ugliness raging inside her.

“Tucker is your prize?” You're smirking at her, as you cross your hands to your chest. “I mean, did you really think he'd be yours?” You're laughing at her, and you can see her nostrils begin to flare. Claire looks as if she's a dragon about to erupt and set the room on fire, but you're not going to let her. Not yet.

“If you think he's a prize, take him. However, you'll never have his heart. That's mine, along with these children. See, in your clever little game you forgot one thing…people are unpredictable.”

Claire’s face drops, and she goes from flaring to puzzled, taking her a few moments to process the words that flowed from your mouth.

“What are you talking about? Wh-what game?” Claire has become a little nervous now, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you're taunting her, “did you think I didn't know?” Her mouth drops open, shock setting in. “Give people enough rope and they hang themselves.”

You walk back over and take a seat at the vanity, facing the deflated ice queen. “I'm not as naïve and stupid as you think I am. Lance loves me, and he's willing to give up his chance at being a father and the woman he loves, just to be arm candy with you? I don't buy it. You're holding something over him. And if I had to really look at every single thing you've done, I'd say it's not just Lance you're toying with.” You wink at her.

Claire sits quietly, thinking over what you've said. Her face is a myriad of emotions, so you have no idea what is about to come out of her mouth. She finally stops with the funny faces and looks at you smiling big, “You think you're smart, don't you?”

Finally, she speaks!

“I honestly don't think I'm anything. Just Y/N.”

Claire nods her head in agreement, “That's all you'll ever be!”

The bitch stands up and moves to the window behind you, looking out at the same scene you saw not that long ago, “You're so perfect, aren't you?” Her voice begins to tremble, “Everything just comes easy for you; school, your career, Lance. Everybody loves you…but what about me?! Who loves me?”

You say a prayer to God, that whatever she's done isn't because she's jealous of you, because that's just fucking stupid.

“Claire,” you turn and face her and see tears starting to run down her cheeks, “what have you done?”

She rubs her face, trying to clear the tears she's shed. “Why should I tell you, huh? So, you can have everything? Take Lance permanently away?” The crazy woman has gone mad and raised her voice an octave.

“I'm marrying Jase...isn't that enough? Just let it go Claire!” You plead with her, hoping maybe she'll see reason and consider whatever game she's playing at.

“You think I care if you marry Jase?!”

Oh shit, the wicked witch is yelling now.

“He has to marry you, or his family pays the price! I'll make sure his uncle goes down for taking bribes, you think I haven't seen it? My father has his uncle in his back pocket, and don't think I wouldn't turn him in.” Claire's face is red, and you can see her vein pulsating in her neck, “And Lance!” She continues, “Lance knows I'll make your life hell, or his either way if he doesn't do as I say, so if you honestly think I give a good fuck if you marry Jase, you're sadly mistaken! But if you don't,” she walks over to you and is in your face, murder in her eyes, finger pointing in your face, “I will take everything you love away from you, starting with those babies, and ending with Lance!”

This bitch! Did she? She did! The fuck? The dialogue on your head can't believe what she just said, but you must contain yourself for a little while longer.

“Claire,” you were calm, trying not to smack this how into next week, “you're not bipolar by chance?”

She gives you a quizzical look confused by your question. “Are you serious?! No, I'm perfectly sane!” Claire has crossed her arms to her chest, her face has gone back to its original color. “Because I'm pretty sure you just said all of this is because you're jealous of me, for whatever fucked up reason. That to me sounds like the worst reason for fucking with people's lives ever.” You shake your head at her and walk back to the vanity. Someone should be knocking on the door any second, you take one last look at yourself, ready to get this done and over with.

Sure enough, you hear a knock and walk over to the door. You open it to a tall, broad man standing there wearing a black suit and tie, looking very official and not part of the wedding party, or guest list. He gives you a curt nod, and you move out of his way. Following behind him, is a shorter brunette dressed eerily like the man that walked in ahead of her. Both walk in the room screaming confidence and intimidation, as they walk right over to Claire, stopping in front of her.

“Claire Baxter?” The man asks, his voice monotone, no emotion to be found. Claire nods her hard and give a little simple “yes”. The man pulls out what appears to be a wallet, opens it up, and flashes something to her; Claire's face immediately dropping to the ground. “I'm Agent Johnson, the woman about to place handcuffs on you is Agent Perez….” Agent Perez is standing behind her pulling out the cuffs and slapping them on her wrists. “You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…”

Those words were all you needed to hear. Your job was done. You reached inside your bra and pulled out the wire, waking it over to the table and dropping it Claire's view. She looked up long enough to watch you do it, and she just shakes her head.

“Am I good?” Agent Johnson has finished reciting her Miranda rights, and looks back at you.

“We're good. Thanks.” He turns his attention back to Claire, and you take that as permission enough to leave.

Before you go, you look back at the woman that's been fucking with your life for years. “Hey, Claire.” She looks up, eyes red with tears, “Fuck you!” That was the last thing you'll ever say to her. Claire Baxter was out of your life for good.

#lance tucker #lance the fucker tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #the bronze #the bronze au #pa!reader

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crashdevlin · 6 years ago

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Keeper of the Stars-2: Fated

Author’s Note: A multi-part sequel to Some of This Isn’t Bad

Summary: Y/n was a fan of the Supernatural book series who wrote fanfics and attended the conventions. After meeting the boys through Becky, she stopped being a fan and became a hunter. When she shows up at a hunter wake, she doesn’t expect the Winchesters to remember her, and doesn’t expect the argument that breaks out between her and Dean.

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4255

Story Warnings: 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!, fingering, oral (male and fem rec), protected sex

Chapter Warnings: none

You gasped as you stepped through the heavy iron door into the bunker. "Wow."

"Welcome to the Batcave." Dean said, smirking as he pulled the door closed.

"It's weird, but... this is exactly what I imagined when you told me about it."

"Really?" Dean leaned against the railing next to you.

"Yeah. Down to the ancient computer banks lining the wall, there." You pointed down to a set of old beige-colored computers. "Imagined 'em bigger, though."

"That's just part of it. The main computer's in a separate room with a special cooling system."

You smiled. "Well, that sounds about right."

"Come on. I'll give you the penny tour." Dean said, heading down the spiral staircase. You followed him. "This is the big nerd's favorite room." He said, gesturing around the library. You looked around the room, eyes flitting over the spines.

"Oh, my god. Is that an actual Malleus Maleficarum?"

"Yeah. We got some real cool shit in the fiction section, too." He gestured to another shelf of books. "First editions, all of 'em. Dickens, Pope, Jane Austen, Emerson, Thoreau."

"Why's The Wizard of Oz on the Nonfiction shelf?" You asked.

"'Cause Oz is real." You turned to him with a completely disbelieving look and he laughed. "Got a lot to fill you in on."

"Oz... munchkins, Wicked Witches... Wonderful Wizard of-"

"Yeah. The, uh, Wizard was evil, by the way. Well, bad. The Wizard was all the bad shit out of this sweet old Men of Letters legacy. Dorothy and her dad were Men of Letters, too."

"Dorothy was- This is weird. Like, I've had my share of weird over the last few years, but come on. Oz is real? How do you guys stumble into shit like that?"

"Wish we hadn't. Come on, let me show you my second favorite room in this place." He said, nodding toward a hallway.

You smirked as you followed him. "Let me guess... the kitchen? This place must have a huge kitchen."

"Well, it's not huge, but it's bigger than any kitchen that I've ever had. The kitchen I had with Lisa was nice, but it was pretty small and, honestly, Lisa thought I was gonna poison her and Ben so she never let me cook." He chuckled, pushing his hands in his pockets. "There was this one weekend she went on this yoga retreat. She left money for us to order pizza, but I made stuffed sliders one night and meatloaf the second. Ben loved them." He turned right into a doorway and stepped down into an industrial kitchen. He looked around, proudly. "My second favorite room. What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty great. I... haven't had a kitchen in years. I do most of my cooking on hotplates." You moved toward the fridge. "A real refrigerator. I forgot they came in sizes bigger than 3.4 cubic feet."

"Uh, don't open that. It hasn't been cleaned out in, like, a month, so..."

"It can't be that bad." You said, pulling the door open. You immediately gagged at a foul smell and pushed the door closed. "Oh, God, I stand corrected."

He chuckled and grabbed a can of soda from the counter. "It's warm, but do you want one?"

"No. I'm good, thanks." You said, sitting at the little wooden table and looking up at him. "You gonna sit down and talk to me, or what?"

"What, you don't wanna finish the tour?"

You laughed. "I have a feeling that the tour ends in your favorite room, Dean: your bedroom. I'm not here for that."

"Your loss. My bedroom is badass." He sat across from you and popped the tab on the soda can. "So, where should I start? I've given it a bit of thought, you know, but you're in control here, sweetheart."

"Amazon. Go."

"Had a nice time with a... fairly attractive woman, who immediately got pregnant and had a small girl who... Amazons come out quick, grow up fast, and kill their fathers." He bit his bottom lip and sipped the soda. "My daughter was a pretty little blond monster named Emma. Sam killed her... 'cause I couldn't."

You looked down. "That sucks. That'd definitely make me wary of random encounters."

"Yeah. Haven't had many of those... well, when I was a demon, I was... kinda insatiable, honestly. Refractory period on a demon is something I miss. Anyway. Uh, so filling in stuff you missed out on, Sam was doing those Trials to shut the Gates of Hell and it almost killed him. He was gonna let it kill him. He was ready to die and-"

"You refused to let him." You finished for him.

"Exactly. Anyway, the angel that I let in him, he got turned by Metatron. Metatron made him kill- wait, do you know about Metatron and the angels falling?"

You chuckled. "The angels were kicked out of Heaven by Metatron. Metatron: the voice of God. He transcribed the word of God into the tablets that the prophets can read. He decided to try to be God. You tried to stop him. He killed you. I don't know what happened to him after that, but someone must've neutralized him."

"Yeah. Heaven did. He was in jail for a while. Jail in Heaven, doesn't that just make so much sense? Anyway, he tricked Cas and escaped." He tapped his fingernail against the tab of his can. "There was this... this girl named Charlie. She helped us with the Leviathans and this thing at a ren fair and... we told her to forget about us, forget about the monsters. She was a lot like you, though. She couldn't go back to reading her sci-fi/fantasy books when she knew that there was a real world full of monsters and magic. Against our protests, she became a hunter. One of the most... amazing hunters I..." His voice broke, so he cleared his throat. "Sam roped her into a plot to get the Mark of Cain off of me and she... cracked the code to the spell and, uh, it was in this book and..."

Tears popped up in his eyes so you reached across the table and took his free hand in yours. He gave you a tight smile, then nodded. "She died. Killed by the Frankensteins... for the book... She was a good woman, great hunter." He cleared his throat again. "Anyway, she's the one who went to Oz." He adjusted your hands so that his thumb was running along the back of your hand. "There's a witch named Rowena, she used Charlie's code-breaker to figure out the spell to get the Mark off of me. Turns out, the Mark of Cain was... pretty much the lock on the Darkness' cage. As soon as it was off, out she came."

"Wait, how did you guys convince the Queen-Mother of Hell to do a spell for you?"

"Oh, you know that Rowena's Crowley's mom?" Dean asked, smiling slightly.

"I figured it out. When I was possessed, I had access to some of Yala's knowledge. Crowley does not have a good relationship with that woman."

"Crowley doesn't have a good relationship with anybody. Uh, anyway... Sam got Rowena to do the spell by promising to kill Crowley... which he failed at, so then he chained her up in an abandoned distillery and forced her to do it. He was kinda desperate to save me from the Mark. Neither of us could really stand me that way. He went for magic and the Book of the Damned... I went for a meeting with Death."

"Death? The Horseman?" You asked, pulling your hand back in surprise. He nodded, before looking down at his hand. He clenched it, then moved it off of the table. "Really? You were calling me out on my reckless choices?"

"Death wasn't that bad. He was actually really easy to talk to. He helped us with Cas when he went crazy with Leviathan power a few years ago and he helped me get Sammy's soul back. I knew he could help with the Mark. Except... his solution, because he knew that relieving me of the Mark would let out the Darkness, was to send me away. To freakin' Jupiter or something, you know? Somewhere where I couldn't kill anybody, or hurt the people I care about. But he wouldn't do it for free. I was supposed to kill Sammy because Sammy had been willing to die after the Trials and I had prevented that. I couldn't do it. I killed Death."

"You what?"

"Yeah. Apparently, that's totally a thing we could do the whole time. Kinda sucked, 'cause like I said, Death was cool, but it was him or Sammy... so I stuck his scythe in his chest and he died."

"You... so what Crowley tried to get you to do in 'Two Minutes to Midnight'-" You rolled your eyes at yourself. "When Crowley gave you the scythe and sent you into the pizzeria in Chicago, that could have worked?"

"Yeah. I guess. Shit, I forgot all about that." He laughed. "Wow, there's still some fan in you, after all. Uh, so I killed Death, Sam got Rowena to pull the Mark off of me and that let Amara out. Amara took it as me letting her out, because I was the last to bear the Mark, and we had this... connection. A scary connection. I couldn't hurt her. I tried. Somethin' about the Mark..." He took a drink then ran his hand through his hair. "She was pissed at God because he locked her away and abandoned her. I get it, you know, but she was eating peoples' souls and destroying shit, so we had to put an end to her. I couldn't. Like I said, we had a connection that was overwhelming. So, it was up to Sam and Sam started having visions and he was convinced that they were from God, but it turns out they were coming from Lucifer's Cage. He figured that if he got Sam to meet with him that he could convince him to say 'yes' again."

Dean flashed a proud smile. "Sammy stuck to his guns, told Lucifer 'no'." His face fell as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "But Lucifer broke Cas with promises to put down Amara. Cas said 'yes' and Lucifer was let out. Lucifer didn't let on, not for a couple months, but he quietly took back Hell from Crowley and started plotting to take Heaven. Then, we... we track down Metatron to get info on Amara and it turns out that The Darkness is the sister of the Light." He gave you a look, and your eyes widened.

"Wait. God has a sister?"

"Yeah." He smirked. "And, uh, we met God."

You felt your jaw go slack and your eyes widened more. "You..."

"Oh, it gets better." He stood, walking to a metal rack near the fridge to grab a bottle of whiskey. "You've met God, too." He said, grabbing two glasses.

"What?"

He set the glasses on the table and pulled the cork out of the bottle. "The day we met, I noticed you had a signed copy of 'Home' in your purse. It seemed... well-loved. You get that signed in person?"

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the book. "Oh! Yeah. There's actually a neat story with that book. I was at the bookstore with-"

"Then, you've met God." Dean poured whiskey into a cup and pushed it toward you before pouring the second glass.

"What?"

"Chuck. Chuck was God."

"No. What? No, you said Chuck was a prophet." You said, picking up the glass and gulping down two swallows.

"That's what he told us... or rather, Cas told us. Chuck went undercover or something. He wanted to be close to the action instead of just writing it." Dean dropped into the seat across from you again and slid the bottle toward you so that you could refresh your drink. "Guess you and God got something in common."

You picked up the bottle and put it to your lips, forgoing the glass. You set the bottle on the table and looked over at Dean. "I can't believe..."

"Yeah. We, uh, didn't believe it, at first, either. But it's true. Chuck was God and he and Amara jumped ship to go rekindle their sibling relationship. So... Earth is Godless."

"Okay." You said, shaking your head. Your hand shook as you poured the whiskey into your glass, a little past half-full. "Okay. Chuck was God. Did he bring back your mom?"

"No. That was Amara, actually. I went in, ready to suicide bomb her with soul-power, got talking and made her realize that she wanted to fix her relationship with Chuck. As reward, I guess, she gave me my mom back. Kinda. Mom's not quite... she's, uh, out of her element. We're working on it. Baby steps."

"What happened to Lucifer?"

"Oh. He's still out and about, somewhere. Rowena sent him to the bottom of the ocean, but it's Lucifer so he's definitely still around. Cas and Crowley are running him down."

You stood, quickly. "There a bathroom around here?"

Dean looked up at you, a bit confused at your sudden movement. "Yeah. Down the hall, second door on the right."

You gave a tight smile and rushed for the bathroom. You splashed water on your face and took a deep breath. This was big. All of this was big. Lucifer is out and about, Death is dead, Chuck was God. Chuck is God. God handed you the book that started you on the path to meet Dean and told you, flat-out, that it was going to change your life. What an understatement. Why would God have- Why did He want you to be a hunter? A memory hit you and you gasped. You wiped at your face, then opened the bathroom door. Dean was leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall. "You okay? Was it too much at once?"

"Chuck wanted me to be a hunter."

"What?"

You cleared your throat. "That book. The copy of 'Home' that I used to keep in my... in my purse, Chuck gave me that. I was at the bookstore in my hometown. I used to spend all of my free time there. I was lonely and depressed and I used books and-and fanfiction as an escape. I was looking for a new series. I'd just finished reading The Dark Tower series and I needed something else. Chuck walked up and handed me that copy of 'Home' and said... 'This book will change your life', and then he walked away. It was fairly cheap, had an interesting summary, so I bought it. And then I went back and bought the rest. I found the online community, the Supernatural Family, and it did change my life. The friends I made on the internet chatrooms, they saved me from myself, an-and then the conventions... There was this big thing when they put together the first convention and I... I didn't have time to stay the whole night, just long enough to get my book signed. When I saw that... Carver Edlund was the one who gave me the book... I made a joke about him hanging out in bookstores to get his sales up. He said that I was the only one who he'd ever done that for." You took a deep breath. "We talked about you. He signed my book and didn't give it back, immediately. He asked what I thought your character needed in a woman. If you were going to settle down, what would you look for in a wife?"

"Chuck wanted you to... what, help set me up with someone?"

"I said 'Lisa'. You had such a good rapport with Ben and she could handle you if you weren't actively being a hunter." You shook your head. "That wasn't the answer he wanted. He pushed for characteristics, not an already-formed character. I said the woman would need to be funny, a bit damaged but not completely fucked up, that she'd need to be sexual but not a whore... she'd need to recognize your value because you don't recognize it, yourself. She would have to be smart to keep up with you and Sam, strong and capable of taking care of herself but not too strong to accept help when it's required. She'd need to be a hunter, because you'll never not be a hunter." You ran your hand through your hair and looked at the floor in the hallway. "He wrote down everything I said on a pad of paper, then handed the book back. I didn't think anything of it. But... soon after that, I... wrote my first erotic fanfiction. I'd been writing for years, but never... thought of doing anything overtly sexual."

"What are you saying?" Dean pushed off from the wall.

You sighed. "I think I gave... God the blueprint for the woman I am now."

"You think Chuck... wanted us together?"

"It sounds stupid, but..."

"No, it doesn't." Dean smiled down at you. "The day we met, I was drawn to you. It was like you were tailor-made for me. I... shit, I told you the truth about the world for no reason. If that wasn't Chuck interfering, I don't know why I did it." He chuckled. "I'll tell ya, Chuck does know how to play the long game, doesn't he? Gave you that book, set you up to... be what I need, what '06?" You nodded. "Got your input on who you thought my perfect woman would be (spot-on, by the way) in 2010, and three years later has Becky force us to meet at the con."

"And then... you didn't answer the phone for... years."

"So, you became a hunter." He leaned forward, pushing your hair off of your shoulder. "A badass hunter who knows how to ask for help."

"Dean..." You bit your lip and looked up at him. "I didn't come here to-"

"Who are you to deny what God had in mind for you?" He asked, amused.

"A badass hunter who's been burned by you before."

"Okay. Fine. We'll ignore the fact that we were set up on our first date by God. Why don't we set ourselves up a second date? A hunting date. I know you've done Wendigos, but have you ever done a skinwalker?" You shook your head. "Great. Sam's on a skinwalker in Minnesota. Either that or a really angry dog that disappears after it kills. I was planning to go meet with him after you left, but... you could come with."

You bit the inside of your lip and thought it through. If you were right, if God chose you and set your life on the path to be with Dean, maybe you should let it happen. You were not, however, going to fall in bed with him again. "Fine. But I'm getting my own motel room when we get where we're going."

"All right. Sammy's got the Impala so we'll take your Chevelle. And you can tell me some more of your hunting stories."

"None of mine are really note-worthy, Dean. I've never started or stopped the end of the world. I'm just... a hunter, you know?" You pulled your keys out and headed toward the bunker entrance.

"Lemme grab my bag, and you can tell me about your very first hunt when we get in the car."

You sighed and headed for your car, starting it and turning in the stereo. You switched from the radio to the CD changer and moved from your Zeppelin disk to your Taylor Swift 1989 disc. You were certain Dean was going to hate it, but you kinda wanted him to. He dropped his bag in the trunk and pulled open the passenger side door. His nose crinkled as he slid into the passenger seat. "What the hell is this?"

You put your car in reverse and headed for the interstate. "Don't bitch about the music, Dean. House rules. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

His eyebrows came together. "Wait. Did you just quote me... to me?"

"Damn near verbatim from the first book."

"Sammy was bitchin' about my cassettes on the way to Jericho. Man, that seems like forever ago." He made a noise of disbelief, then shook his head. "Turn down the T-swift and tell me about your first hunt."

You snickered at 'T-swift' and turned down the volume. "Well, the first time I decided to check out a case was the last one I called you about. The pretzel guy in Enid, Oklahoma. That's how I knew you showed up. I saw you there, hanging out the window of the Impala like a dog. I bounced after that, but I knew you were ignoring me then so I thought... I figured I already knew the basics of hunting and the rest, well I could figure that out as I went along. First case that I did start to finish was a haunting. A little girl in an old TB hospital in New York. The Ghostfacers went there, but they couldn't find the remains, 'cause most of the bodies were burned when they died because tuberculosis is way contagious. There was a doll, buried on the grounds because they didn't have a body to bury. I found a diary that gave me a roundabout idea of where to start looking. What I found was..."

You shook your head. "It was a mass grave of personal belongings. Dolls and books and eyeglasses and pocket watches and... all of these people's last important things. I burned it all. Several of them... thanked me." You shrugged. "I expected a fight. You and Sam are always getting beat up when you try to burn remains, but they didn't try to stop me. They wanted it to be over."

"That must've struck a cord. I mean, you stuck with hauntings for a while after that."

"Yeah. First non-haunt I did was a demon possession Asa took me on. I was scared out of my mind, thought I was going to be possessed, even though I had my tattoo." You bit your lip. "We tracked it, trapped it and sent it home without a single issue. The vessel even survived. I've never had a hunt go so well, before or since."

"Then Asa took you to bed to celebrate." Dean guessed, twirling the air freshener tree that was hanging from the rearview mirror.

"Don't. Don't do this."

"I'm just curious, okay, because I was under the impression that you didn't do a lot of the one-night stand thing."

"It wasn't like that, Dean. It's not like I go trolling the bars, looking for guys like you who won't care that I won't even be in town next week. It was... With Asa, it was two people who understood each other taking comfort in each other a couple times a year. That's all."

"I wasn't trying to say you were like me. I'm a slut. You aren't." He smiled. "So, you and Asa were a couple times a year. Any other... non-boyfriends?"

"Nah. No boyfriends, no benefits. I had Asa and the gig and that was it."

"I'm sorry, then, that I chased you out of the wake early."

"Eh, it's okay. I got to go get some lonely drinking done and totally didn't have to deal with Jael. It's a plus, in my book."

"Yeah. He was a dick. Took Jody and tried to get us to kill Mom."

"Yeah, and he taunted you all about Asa, right? See, Jody and I, we have a very specific dynamic. We both knew we were both fuckin' him, but as long as neither of us said anything, we were both fine."

"Yeah, how'd you meet Jody, by the way?"

"She caught me trespassing." You laughed. "I was poking around the blown-to-shit remains of Singer Salvage and she caught me. Noticed immediately that my Marshall's badge was fake, took me down for questioning. Which was just a trip to the diner for a cup of coffee and some stories about Bobby. She could tell I was green, suggested I find other hunters to hunt with, but I told her that I was fine. So, she gave me her card, wrote her cell number on the back and said to call if I ever needed anything... Even just to talk."

"Ah, that's why she was the only one at the wake who knew that you met us before."

"I didn't exactly advertise how I got into the business, Dean. Everybody else has dead family members or mutilated friends, I've got a stack of books in a storage locker and a one-night stand. Jody only found out because I got drunk and slipped up."

"A stack of books written by God."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know that 3 years ago, did I? And frankly, it still sounds like a joke to hear it out loud."

"Yeah, that never goes away." He smirked as he looked over at you from the passenger side.

"Stop looking at me like that." You demanded, softly.

"Like what?"

"Like you're imagining me naked."

"I don't need to imagine. I've got a great memory. 'Course, you got a bunch of new hunter muscles I'd like to see up close. I mean, your right hook is..." You rolled your eyes and reached forward, turning up the music.

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chapters-of-mylife · 5 years ago

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Even the Darkest Stars by Heather Fawcett {Book Review}

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GENRES:- Fantasy,Young Adult

RATING:- ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 1/2

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Kamzin has always dreamed of becoming one of the emperor’s royal explorers, the elite climbers tasked with mapping the wintry, mountainous Empire and spying on its enemies. She knows she could be the best in the world, if only someone would give her a chance. But everything changes when the mysterious and eccentric River Shara, the greatest explorer ever known, arrives in her village and demands to hire Kamzin—not her older sister, Lusha, as everyone had expected—for his next expedition. This is Kamzin’s chance to prove herself—even though River’s mission to retrieve a rare talisman for the emperor means cimbing Raksha, the tallest and deadliest mountain in the Aryas. Then, Lusha sets off on her own mission to Raksha with a rival explorer, and Kamzin must decide what’s most important to her: protecting her sister from the countless perils of the climb or beating her to the summit. The challenges of climbing Raksha are unlike anything Kamzin expected—or prepared for—with avalanches, ice chasms, ghosts, and other dangers at every turn. And as dark secrets are revealed, Kamzin must unravel the truth about their mission and her companions—while surviving the deadliest climb she has ever faced. (FROM GOODREADS)

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First I want to say I’m sorry for the long-absent but I was going through a wicked reading slump. and after I started getting out of it my life got so busy I couldn’t read at all!! but hopefully, all of that is fixed right now!! 😉😉

second, I really want to bang my head on the wall!! I got this book in 2017 in Fairyloot september box! which means I had this book for TWO years and it’s sequel for ONE year and I just NOW read this book!!

This book was so freaking amazing!!

This book had three great things about it!!

one - the world building!!

the world-building in this book was top notch!! It was really one of the top book I’ve read in the world-building department!!

the descriptions of everything was so captivating to the point where I wanted to learn how to climb!!

two - the story and the writing style!!

the storyline and writing were amazing!! Heather know how to keep things really interesting for me!!

if you know me or if you read some of my reviews you’ll know that one of the things I hate most in books is slow-paced stories!! this book is a slow-paced book, but the surprising thing about it is that I really loved it!! and that was because (other than the wonderful world-building and the well-written descriptions) the author really know when to put the interesting parts!! just when I was about to say “Ok this is great and all but could you just go on with the story or at least make something happen” BAM there is something happening!!

she kept things interesting without overdoing it!!

and the last great thing about this book was the last fourth of it!!

that part was really amazing!! I just couldn’t believe what was going on!! I thought of this happening but that was just me letting my mind running wild I didn’t think it will actually happen or at least NOT in this way!! my eyes were bugging out and my mouth was hanging open while I read the last 50 pages of the book!! and the ending is just WOW!! I can’t believe what happened and I really can’t wait to read the next book (Great thing I waited till I had the second book with me before reading this one!!😁😁)

the only thing I didn’t like it very much in this book was the characters!! I didn’t feel anything about them and didn’t connect with them at all! (well some times I get to feel River but just a little) the only character that was kind of vivid was obviously Kamzin!

but I wasn’t a big fan of her! there was a side of her character that as much as I sympathized with I really hated at the same time!! but I can’t say she didn’t have her great moments and I really have great expectations of her in the next book!!

#Even the darkest stars #kamzin #river shara #heather fawcett #YAbooks #fantasy #book #books #book review #booklover

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thewriterscollection · 6 years ago

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The Leather Jacket

Dirty-brown shoulder-length hair flicked pine needles onto the only concreted path in the pine-needle-infested forest. Ohlins was allowed in this part. Today was one of his good days. Tomorrow may not be so gentle. Ohlins was institutionalised, admitted to the psychiatric facility, and stuck in the middle of the Herondale forest.

Ohlins religiously wore his leatherjacket, never took it off in fact. Everyone knows that the last time anyone had touched the jacket, well, it was the last thing that they would be able to touch ever again. Crystal chess pieces can be sharpened and should really have been banned from people like Ohlins.

The charcoal jacket symbolised a rebellion that lay within him. Because he was unable to rebel against certain things, such as taking his medications, eating meals, showering and conforming to bullshit rules of the system (as he would say), Ohlins wore a leatherjacket so even though he was unable to rebel physically, he was able to rebel mentally. And boy do I mean mentally.

White weatherboarded walls displayed long, thin carved lines. Ohlins scratched and scratched so hard that having nails was not an option for him anymore. He explained that “someone was trying to get to me! I swear! I swear! It was nuts man, just damn nuts. They were eeeeverywhere! Everywhere!”. But that was a bad day. Apparently people weren’t big fans of him inside his head.

“Where are we going? Do you min-” Ohlins and his last word were being pushed in the crowd

of people. “There is someone new starting here! I heard she’s really pretty and smart!” shy Milly said behind her half-cut curls.

Ohlins was interested and allowed himself to be pushed. Oh push me to her for the love of god! he thought.

“Welcome, Vivian” announced the guests of the ward.

Vivian entered through the hallway and out into the foyer.

“Greetings darlings, how lovely to meet you all”.

Oh dear lord she is British. What a perfect combination with her dirty-blond hair, British accent and cherry-red lips. “I am so going to listen to her and talk her up”, Ohlins matter-of-factly thought and half-said.

Ohlins and Vivian became the best of friends over the period of several months. He would even sneak in a kiss every now and then when the nurses weren’t looking. But Ohlins wasn’t interested in keeping a love; he wanted to get out. And so, through the trickery of love Ohlins convinced Vivian to teach him how to escape. She was an expert. She had tried it herself. I wouldn’t say she was like a female Houdini, no. No, unfortunately it didn’t exactly work out. The fire was a terrible plan on her behalf. She knew she needed help and she wasn’t going to deny it.

Through the endless winter days Ohlins practiced his escape. It was simple really. All he had to do was, be normal. For a few months at least. He really made an effort too, grew his nails out, didn’t scratch, didn’t pull the hair of the nurses or squeeze their butts while they shoved medication down his throat.

Ohlins was getting serious. So serious that he had come to terms with his mind and decided to take off the infamous leatherjacket which left him only wearing white. Ohlins paled and asked his mind, is white supposed to represent purity or what? Because I hate purity. The nurses didn’t have a choice but to let him go. The policy is, that if a member of the unit conforms to all regulations of behavioral assessment over a long period of time, then they have to be granted rights to freedom.

Ohlins ticked all the boxes and left on his way.

Walking through the seldom crisp air, Ohlins could feel tiny hairs turn straight as he walked the plank to the outside world. I am ready for this, I can do it, I can do what I want and so I will. Nothing will stop me now.

Ohlins mind clockworks like a mad recollecting chimpanzee. He has forgotten something.

Ohlins bites his fist in fury, “Oh shit! my leatherjacket! Why did I leave it behind why did I leave it behind. I must go back I need to go back I will go back. I will go right now.”

Running through the Herondale forest, a maze of thin pine trees, Ohlins appears to have found himself lost. Coming to a highway just so proves that. Cars of all colours zoom past him at 100 kilometres per hour. What the hell is going on? Where am I? Wow cars look disgusting these days.

Remembering an old high school trick, Ohlins sticks out his finger. If anyone picks me up, it’s going to be because of my damn purity colours, Ohlins says in a grumbling frustration.

Nevertheless a decent person in a decent car pulls over to the side of the road.

“Where you goin’ son?” The guy had ginger hair. Everywhere. Beard, nose, eyebrows (thick), chest, it was a classic tragedy. “I’m trying to find the psychiatric facility in the Herondale forest,” Ohlins lips chattered. “There’s a road just down from here that leads straight to it. My sister’s in there you see, darling girl, I promised my parents I’d go and see her.”

“Mm. Alrighty, if you say so. Hop in boy.”

The car seats were wearing leather. So was the driver.

He’s wearing a goddamn leatherjacket that sonofabitch.

“Down this road mate?” the driver asks patiently.

“Yeah. Down here.”

The hunk of machinery made it’s way through the forest slowly but surely. “The facility is just over there by that concrete pa-”

Ohlins speech came to a stop. Along with the car..

Where’s the facility. It was just here how could it be gone. WHERE the FUCK is the facility.

Smoke rings lifted off the charcoal remnants, echoing itself into mid-air. Piercing white walls were now tainted with black marks. Everything that was intensely white to begin with was now burnt to a crisp.

“Jesus boy! what the blimey earth happened here?”, not waiting to hear Ohlin’s answer Ginge gets out of the car and runs towards the collapsed building. As if he will find a body in that mess.

Ohlins runs in absolute hysterics screaming, panting and shouting. He grabs the sides of his face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks with half frustration and half bewilderment, “MY FUCKING LEATHERJACKET WAS IN THAT FACILITY AND NOW IT’S GONE. MY JACKET IS GONE.”

Ginge stares at the wild-haired man in front of him, wondering how he could care more about his jacket turning to ash than the people. “Uh. Who gives a shit about your jacket boy. A lot of people must’ve died here ya’ know! good grief. Plus you can always buy a new one you know bro.” “NO I CAN’T. THAT JACKET WAS EVERYTHING TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

Ginge was taken aback, “woah calm down there son.”

Ohlins paces around madly then stops. He gets a wicked look in his empty soulless eyes.

He is scanning the driver’s jacket.

“You know what I think Ginge?”, the driver looks around nervously. His ginger hair sticking up like a cat under attack. His car is about 30 feet away. Ginge grunts.

“I think that you.. STOLE MY JACKET. NOW GIVE IT BACK YOU GINGER MOTHERFUCKER”

The driver runs back to his car as fast as his legs will take him. He trips. Specifically he is tripped by Ohlin’s foot. Ohlins grabs hold of the driver and thrusts his fist upon Ginge’s face. Ginge fight’s back, “Get off of me you damn psychopath!!”, “YOU HAVE MY LEATHERJACKET!” Ohlins wrestles and fights, pine-needles now infesting Ohlin’s hair.

Ohlin’s dark eyes spot a useful rock.He gets off Ginge and runs to pick up the rock. Meanwhile Ginge is up and off back to his car. Ohlins is too busy with the rock. He started stroking it, singing to it.

Just as the driver opens his car door he feels a sharp, deathly pain in the back of his skull. Ohlins has thrown the rock.

Ginge manages to turn around just in time to see the dark, evil-faced man whose eyes lit up the whole forest in darkness.

Ohlins smiles and takes the leatherjacket off of the driver.

He puts it on. It’s still warm.

Ohlins starts walking aimlessly into the midst of the forest.

God, finally I have that leatherjacket back. I thought I had truly lost myself.

Written in 2015 - by DG

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murfeelee · 7 years ago

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It’s July~! Weekend Replies!

Summer’s like officially here now. Let the good times roll! ^0^

I’m kinda backed up, so bear with me, guys. :P

white-enamel replied to your photoset “Something Wicked This Way Comes - Pt2 Far down the avenue of yews we...”

I just love it!! <3 <3

My fellow sister of darkness! <3 I have to upload that set soon; I said I’d do it today, but I’ve been so effing lazy & distracted; good lord I need help. U_U

Pink Replies

palimpa replied to your photoset “Pink, Like the Paradise Found Let’s count the ways we can make this...”

your sets are sickening awesome! You must have spend so much time work and sweat on it that i would totally share my donuts with you if i could xD

Not even lying I went out and bought a whole box of like 30+ donuts BECAUSE OF YOU! XD They’re almost gone now; I’m disgusted with myself, but I can’t stop eating them!

shhhushhh replied to your photoset “Pink, Like the Paradise Found Let’s count the ways we can make this...”

That's one of the cutest posts EVER!

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how beautiful! ♥__♥

embysims replied to your photoset “Pink, Like the Paradise Found Let’s count the ways we can make this...”

you have the best pic sets!!! so creative and just brilliant

Aw, thank you all~! :3 I seriously doubt that I have the best pics when simmers like pixelsinmyveins & kosmokhaos exist, but it’s nice to dream! ^_^

ashuriphoenix replied to your photoset “Pink, Like the Paradise Found Let’s count the ways we can make this...”

I like Ryu! Interesting looking sim.

Thank you! :D Ryu-San was made in homage to all the long white/platinum-haired anime/game characters I’m in love with -- I have a type (and half of them are evil half demon shapeshifter undead mofos, too, wtf is wrong with me :P ).

My crushes wallpaper (High-res): Sesshomaru & Inuyasha, human!Artemis (Sailor Moon), Emperor Mateus (Final Fantasy 2/Dissidia), Aion (Chrono Crusade), Alucard (Castlevania), Ukitake (Bleach), Inu no Taisho (Inuyasha), Sephiroth (Final Fantasy 7), youko!Kurama (YuYu Hakusho), Undertaker (Kuroshitsuji), dragon!Kija (Yona of the Dawn), Kunzite (Sailor Moon).

simblu replied to your photoset “Pink, Like the Paradise Found Let’s count the ways we can make this...”

So beautiful. What a great theme for a flower sim.

I keep telling y’all that Sakura’s a cherry tree faery, and then I realized that I never even bothered to actually make her a flowery PlantSim. *facepalm* :P I had to fix that, frikkin embarrassing, lol.

packagedblyss replied to your photoset “Pink, Like the Paradise Found Let’s count the ways we can make this...”

I love plantsims flowery tracks ! I'm sad to see them disappear in my game after a while. (I also love those shoes, super cute !)

SAME! :D

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😂😂😂😂 Now I'm singing the song I love it

My frikkin anthem lately, LOL XD

palimpa replied to your post “20 Questions Tag”

Who’d You Most Like to Have Lunch With? “Oprah. Preferably while she hands me a check for a couple million dollars, amirite." 🤣 👏 Who wouldn't?

I KNOW, RIGHT!?!

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Hahahahah love this

lifeasasim replied to your post “20 Questions Tag”

I saw the shadowhunter tag before I read the post and knew it was you xP

You are wise and experienced, that’s why! XD

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(See what I did there, y’all? ;) )

alice-and-white-lapin replied to your photoset “Yasumi no Edo - Pt3 (Machi wo Mistete Kudasai!) For their last day in...”

Your Malec family's fan art is so cute and I love it ♡

I love that you love it! どうもありがとうございます!

simblu replied to your photoset “Yasumi no Edo - Pt4 (Owari) CAPTIONS AS TEXT - Alec and Magnus spent...”

I love all the pix and, under your cut, the changing eyes. This series will live on with you and other fans. Take it in directions you wish, perhaps?

Precisely. Most of it's taken from the books anyway, especially the whole bit with their children, since I had a sinking feeling that the tv show would never catch up in time for us to see Max & Raphael Lightwood-Bane. Now that it might be cancelled I’m glad I wasn’t setting myself up for extreme disappointment on that end. U_U But yeah, as long as the books keep coming out, and the fanfics are still plentiful, and the fanartists stay active, I’ll have plenty of material to use in my gameplay. :) I just really want the show to keep going; it’s gotten so much better, and doesn’t deserve this at all! :( How will I live without Harry’s Magnus!?

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I thought I read "Dozens of masked downloaders" lol thought you was making a statement ^^ Lovely pics as always x

Maybe I was not! 8) LOL

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amazing scene!

simblu replied to your photoset “RSoM Insp. Pt2 - Your Host, Lorenzo Rey Lorenzo Rey spent a...”

Beautiful setting, glam characters.

Totally can’t take credit for the scenery/setting -- you know how effing long it took me to find a gorgeously decorated Baroque lot with a decent ballroom? -- but thanks for liking the glam characters~! ^_^

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Wow these poses and pics are amazing... Stunning!!!! I've always loved your blog.

That is such an amazing, nice thing to say, it really is. I always get worried that my followers are sitting around like wtf is Murf even doing? And the answer is: Whatever I want, really, idek. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I know people often follow me for specific things, and I feel bad cuz I never stick to anything for very long. So it makes me feel better knowing that I have guys like you who just like my blog in general, regardless of whatever I’m up to at the moment. The support is deeply appreciated! <3

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I love it! What a great parade :D

I’m so happy you think so! You are such an inspiration for the community, LOVE YOU, VENUS! Thanks for everything!

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She nailed it! I love this! big kiss!

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epic!

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Again, compliments on this amazing set-up!

Y’all are just too nice to me; I’m so happy and pleased, I can’t~! <3

simblu replied to your post “Happy Pride! CAS Set”

Thank you

You’re very welcome! :) Thanks to everyone who liked the Pride CC set I shared! I felt it was only fair to upload it, to do my part in contributing to the LGBT+ CC pool for Pride Month.

Thanks for the continued support, everybody!

#replies #saveshadowhunters #pickupshadowhunters

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grimmseye · 7 years ago

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The Only One — Part 4

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou&Ashido Mina

Characters: Bakuou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina

Other Tags: Kirishima’s Family, Shaming Kirishima’s Wardrobe, Mentions of Homophobia

(Chapter One) (Previous Chapter) (Read on Ao3)

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He doesn’t entirely appreciate the look on Bakugou’s face. A dubious, judgemental sort of expression, regarding the two candles in Kirishima’s hands as he sets them on his nightstand.

“Cinnamon bliss,” Bakugou reads. The smirk is audible in his voice. Kirishima isn’t amused, giving him a flat look as he tried — and failed — to light a match. He sighed, discarding it and taking a new one to try again.

“Don’t laugh,” Kirishima grumbles. “Those things are expensive . It shouldn’t cost that much money to melt wax.”

“Then don’t buy them, dumbass.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, grabbing the matchbox from Kirishima’s hands and lighting his on the first try. He holds the tiny flame to each wick until they catch, shaking the match out to drop it in the trash can.

In Kirishima’s opinion, the candles are actually a nice addition. They’re a deep red, matching the rest of his room, and the glow of the twin flames is warm. Passionate, manly. He thinks he might have to look into getting more in the future. “I got them for you,” he points out.

Bakugou looks up, brows furrowed into a grimace. “I never told you to go out and get some shitty candles. I said your room smells like sweat.”

“Well, yeah,” Kirishima admits. That had been more than a little embarrassing. It wasn’t just Bakugou, either — when he’d wrangled Sero and Kaminari into the argument, they both had reluctantly agreed. Apparently working out in his room gives it that nice workout smell, and that was why Bakugou has always been so adamant they study in his room. “But, apparently your room is off limits, and you already got us banned from the school library, so what else am I supposed to do?”

It doesn’t deign a response from Bakugou. He just snorts and shakes his head, apparently done with this conversation. It’s what he’d been doing for a week now, clamming up the moment Kirishima mentioned his sudden ban. And Kirishima doesn’t press it. It’s not like he doesn’t already have a decent idea of why . Their beds are pressed against the same wall, he can hear Bakugou cry out at night. Can smell the smoke when he passes by his closed door in the morning. But if Bakugou doesn’t want to talk, it’s his business.

Though, maybe it’s a little bit hurtful, knowing that Bakugou doesn’t trust him enough to share his troubles.

They settle in. Today it’s math, which means Bakugou drilling him with formulas until he’ll be dreaming of them, solving each problem step by step, sweating as Bakugou goes back over his work with a red pen, repeating this again and again until his marks come back perfect.

The ones that are just numbers are fine, now. He knows what to do. If he can slow down and keep his head, Kirishima thinks he can pass the exam just fine.

Then he gets to the word problems. Reads them, blinks, reads them again. Brow furrows. It doesn’t make sense.

“Um,” he looks to Bakugou for help. Red eyes glare back at him, and Kirishima drops his gaze, teeth worrying his lower lip. He needs to solve for the distance. How is he supposed to…?

Kirishima can feel Bakugou’s gaze on him, and it just makes his heart wrack up in his chest. Bakugou was number three in their class — Kirishima must seem like an idiot in comparison. His teeth prick into his skin, heat flushing over his cheeks. It’s humiliating. He can’t process the words on a paper to figure out what to do. Can’t even think of step one.

“Kirishima.” He glances up, shoulders hunching. He expects a scowl, but Bakugou’s face is calm, his eyes containing a dim light. “Calm the fuck down. If you freak out, you’re not going to be able to think.” He jabs Kirishima’s forehead. “What are you solving for?”

Kirishima takes a breath. He checks the problem, just to be sure, before he answers. “The distance between A and B.”

“Right. And what do they give you?”

A diagram. There are numbers written on it. “The distance between B and C,” he says. “And an angle…”

“And what can you do with that? Come on, we went over this just two days ago.”

He wracks his brain. Kirishima tries to shut out his anxieties, just focusing on what he has. It’s fine, Bakugou’s not looking down on him, he’s waiting patiently for Kirishima to follow his guide. He just needs to breathe, and think.

And then it clicks. Kirishima dives down, excitement spiking in his chest as he scrawls out his work, snagging his calculator and plugging in the numbers twice before he presents his solution to Bakugou.

The moment Bakugou’s lips tic up, Kirishima feels relief sweep over him. “See?” Bakugou says, smug, like this is somehow his victory. “You’ve actually got some brains between all that hair.”

And, god, Kirishima could hug him. He nearly does, a heartbeat away from flinging his arms around Bakugou and gushing his appreciation. He restrains himself, though, only bouncing in his seat and giving Bakugou a delighted smile. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” he breathes, running his fingers through his hair. It’s combed back beneath a headband, keeping his hair out of his face and concealing his roots — he needs to re-dye it soon.

Bakugou snorts. “You’d do just fine, as long as you can calm down for two goddamn seconds.”

“I don’t think so.” Kirishima looks over the paper, his smile faded but still present. “The way you explain things always makes so much more sense.”

Bakugou’s response is dubious: “Then how the fuck did you get into UA?” Kirishima looks up, meeting Bakugou’s raised brow. “That test isn’t easy. Even dunces like Sparky and Blackeyes have to be above the rest to pass.”

Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, shrugging. “That was different,” he explains. “I had months to study. And practice exams, and all sorts of interviews from previous students. And I still only barely passed the written. I’m pretty sure it was the physical evaluation that saved me.”

And god, that had been a giddy high he’d ridden for miles. Scoring second in the trial to enter the hero course, right behind Bakugou himself. Thinking, at the time, that maybe he had been ahead of the curve. It was a fantasy that had been swiftly crushed by the end of term, only to surface again during his internships, to be beaten back down by Rappa’s fists — maybe next time, he would check himself before he got a big head. Couldn’t fall so far if he never got too high in the first place.

“How did Crimson Riot debut?”

The question is unprompted. Kirishima tilts his head, answering, “In the fight against Staker. He was at a disadvantage because of his quirk, but he still won… Why?”

“That.” Bakugou cups his chin, his eyes on the textbook in front of him. “I didn’t know that. You did. Does that mean you’re smarter than me? No.”

Kirishima grimaces at him, muttering, “Wow, thanks.”

“Shut up, I’m not done.” Bakugou glowers. “You know things I don’t. That doesn’t make you smart, or make me an idiot. Same for this shit. Just cause you’re not great at putting numbers together doesn’t mean you’re more or less intelligent than everybody else. You know what your strengths are, and you try to improve your weaknesses.” He fans his fingers out towards Kirishima’s work, finally lifting his eyes.

Kirishima’s heart squeezes deep in his chest. He drops his gaze, now, smiling. “Thanks,” he murmurs.

A scoff. “The fuck did I do?”

Kirishima only hums, reaching for his paper again to get started on the next problem.

Kirishima exchanges seventeen hugs before he leaves at the end of term, one for each of his classmates, plus Tetsutetsu, with three exceptions:

Mineta, whom he doesn’t particularly want to touch.

Ashdio, whose hug is postponed due to the fact that they’re taking the same train.

Bakugou, who wouldn’t want that kind of contact.

It’s two days before Christmas. Spirits are high — he already hears Midoriya inviting Todoroki out with Iida and Uraraka, Kaminari sidling up to Jirou to “casually” ask what she’s doing for the holiday. He laughs when she informs him that she’ll be spending the day with Momo, alone, giving him a sympathetic pat on the back when he droopily returns to their group.

“Why don’t we all hang out,” Kirishima suggests. “We can go to a temple, or maybe sledding!” That one gets him excited.

Agreement comes quickly, and he turns to Bakugou, his breath puffing out in a cheerful fog. “How about it? Come with us!”

His offer makes Kaminari tense, but Kirishima ignores it. Whatever spat there is between him and Bakugou will have to be pushed aside. They’re still friends, difficulty aside.

“No,” Bakugou responds. His eyes are flat, uninterested. “You fuckers want to dick around in the cold, be my guest. I’ll pass.”

“Come on,” Sero tries, cajoling. “You’re not afraid of a little snow, are you?” His grin is wide.

Bakugou’s head whips around, glaring. “I said no,” he growls out. He turns again, already stalking away. Unlike the rest of them, he actually lives in Musutafu, has no trains to take on his way home.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima calls out, his heart leaping into his throat. Bakugou pauses, cranes his face over his shoulder, and Kirishima smiles and waves, “Have a good break!”

He gets only a roll of Bakugou’s head as he continues on his way, but he lifts his arm in a lazy arc, a farewell.

“What a dick,” Kaminari snorts.

“I dunno,” Ashido hums, “seems like he was actually being friendly.” She grins down at her phone, a moment before her eyes go wide. “Oh, shit! Kirishima, we gotta go!”

It’s not really a terrible thing to miss a train, but he’d rather not wait for the next. Besides, jogging their way to the station gets his blood pumping. The two of them are flushed in the face and laughing as they hop on board, the last to arrive before the train departs for home.

Pulling away, Kirishima is filled with an odd sensation. Can one feel nostalgia for something they still have? He already misses his class, thinking wistfully of what it might have been like to spend the holiday with them all.

Eventually, he pulls his eyes away from the window to face Ashido. “So, my moms invited you over for dinner,” Kirishima says, offhand. He waves his phone as proof, a text from his Ma asking exactly that.

He expects the light that brightens in Ashido’s eyes. “Really?” She gushes. “ Aaaaah , that’s so sweet. I love your moms, Kiri.” She gives a relieved little laugh, one hand settling against her chest. “And I thought I’d be having dinner alone tonight. My parents are out of town again, you know. It’s so quiet at home.”

Kirishima hopes his sadness doesn’t peek through when he gives her a smile. “Yeah,” he agrees, “you told me before. But hey, bright side! If your parents aren’t home, they won’t know that you’re hanging out with me.”

Their amusement stems more from resignation than anything. Ashido gives a sigh, going, “Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’m hanging out with another friend, so they don’t call the house and freak out.” Her face shifts into a grimace.

Kirishima loves coming home. He feels a pang that Ashido can't say the same.

His house is modest, a one-story with a broad window in the front. He kind of wants to break into a run, abruptly realizing just how much he's missed home. His pace kicks up, something that isn't missed by Ashido judging by her quiet laugh. He only grins, jogging the rest of the way to the porch to knock on the door.

There's a shout of, “Ei’s home!”

His heart swells until it feels like it will burst from his chest. The lock turns, the door opens, and his Ma gives him an enormous grin before she crushes him into a hug.

At first glance, most would guess that Keiko is his biological mother. She's built like him, as tall as the average man with wide set shoulders and a toned physique. It's makes their embrace into a game of who can hug the other hardest, Kirishima tapping out when the breath squeezes out of his lungs. He laughs as he steps back, getting a good look at his Ma.

“Your hair!” He gasps, delighted.

It's been dyed a darker red than his own, cropped shorter, too. She puts her hands on her hips, grinning. “What can I say? I'm a huge Red Riot fan.”

He snorts, covering half of his face and grateful when she refocuses with an exclaim of, “Mina!” His Ma’s exuberance can be overwhelming to some, but he's never been embarrassed of her.

Ashido greets his Ma with a hug of her own, significantly lighter than Kirishima’s. “It's so good to see you!” Keiko says, when they part. Only a moment later she’s ushering them through the door. “Alright, everyone inside. Your mom is cooking dinner right now, Ei.”

They venture into the kitchen. Despite his ma saying cooking, his mom doesn't actually appear too occupied with such a task. A large pan is simmering on the stove, the rice cooker on the counter, and his mom is kneeling down as she wipes his little sister’s face.

“Guess who?” His ma announces, catching their attention. His mom straightens up, a smile breaking across her face. Before he can say a word, there's a cry: “Eicchan!”

Kirishima feels seconds from getting teary-eyed as he stoops down to hug his little sister. He straightens up with her arms around his neck, laughing at how she excitedly screams and kicks at his chest. “Hey there, Michiko,” he says, warmth brimming in his voice. “You didn't forget me?”

Her tiny hands brace on his cheeks. He holds her out, letting her pap her fingers over his face, holding back more laughter. He has to close his eyes to avoid getting poked as she jabs at his scar, like she needs to confirm he is, in fact, exactly who he appears to be.

Michiko takes greatly after their mom, the same way Kirishima did. Black hair and red eyes — he has yet to find out if her permanent teeth will grow in sharp as well.

He holds her against his chest, Michiko content to stay wrapped around him like a monkey as Kirishima greets his mom with a one-armed hug — light so as to avoid crushing the child between them.

They enter his home, and Michiko eventually kicks him until he puts her down so she can fawn over Ashido (“She’s changed her favorite color to pink,” his mom tells him. It had been green when he last talked to her) and Kirishima can get dishes out for his ma to serve rice and curry. They talk, and laugh, and when they insist on helping clean up his moms just usher him upstairs because it’s his first day home for break and he’s with a friend, regardless.

In his room, he and Ashido compete for his DS — he left it at home the last time he was here — a battle which he loses when Ashido somehow gets him in a stranglehold with her leg and she cackles as she feeds all his beloved pokemon for him.

“You named your Typhlosion Katsuki ,” she notes, eyebrows raising.

And Kirishima kicks her, says, “I have one for all of you guys.” Ashido’s is a pink Gastrodon and Sero’s a Carnivine (“they don’t have any tape pokemon!”) and Kaminari’s is, of course, a Pikachu.

And even as she sits on his chest and challenges strangers online and uses up all his hyper potions, Kirishima is laughing. Eventually she pulls out her phone, Kirishima playing dead while she snaps a photo of herself victorious over him and sends it to everyone in their class. His own phone buzzes, Kaminari and Sero complaining about not being invited, Kirishima reminding them they’re meant to get together for Christmas regardless.

He tells himself it doesn’t particularly matter that Bakugou is silent, even though Ashido tells him he got their pictures.

The end of the year comes and goes. Ashido comes with his family to visit a temple, the five of them listening to the loud tolls of the bell. He looks down at his phone, the group chat that is alight with celebration. Kirishima opens up Bakugou’s chat to wish him a happy new year. It’s the first message he’s sent him since the break began.

On the drive back home, Ashido is quiet. Kirishima nudges her with an arm, says, “You told your parents you’re with Chisa, right? Ask if you can sleep over.” Because it’s kind of a miserable thing, to drop Ashido off half past midnight a block away from her home — all so that her parents don’t realize she was actually with the gay redhead in her class and his moms.

He’s not the only one she spends time with. Ashido’s still a popular girl, even if she doesn’t go to school with all her old friends. But, of all the many people she knows, she seems to stay with him the most. A lot has changed since middle school.

It’s a relief for him as well. He loves his family, and he’s missed them terribly, but being at home he suddenly realizes how quiet things are. His moms have work and his little sister is so often at a friend’s house, and that leaves Kirishima to his own devices.

He trains in his room. He goes on runs. He takes his sister to the park. He texts his friends. He catches up on shows he’s stopped watching. He does anything and everything to keep his mind occupied.

Break is only two weeks, but it feels like ages. He can’t wait to get back to the dorms. He can’t wait to have all of his friends just a door’s knock away.

Kirishima sends out a group text: Ashido, Sero, Kaminari, Bakugou. They should hang out. They could see a movie. They could stay the night at his house.

Sero can’t come. Kaminari can.

Bakugou is silent.

Hurt is beginning to mutate into worry. It crawls around in his chest cavity, squirming and sharp, the needle legs of many insects on the inside of his ribs.

‘Hey’ he types. It’s right below the ‘ HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :D’ from days before.

A beat. Then he tries again.

K: I thought we could hang out. U know, everyone

K: Or even just us two if u dont want a whole group

K: Or not at all thats fine

K: U just havent responded to me all break

K: Im kind of worried man

K: Did something happen?

K: Did i do something?

B: No.

K: !!

K: Hey!!

K: Was that a no to hanging out or no to being mad

B: Both.

K: Oh good

K: I mean the being mad part

K: U sure u dont want to hang out?

B: Yeah.

K: Ur chatty today

K: Thats fine tho

K: I just

He stops. Kirishima’s thumbs hover over his phone screen.

B: Just what?

K: Miss you

K: Sorry.

K: Im being clingy arent i haha

K: So. Yeah.

He sighs, turning his phone over and covering his face. He shouldn’t have said anything.

A minute later, his phone buzzes again. He swallows the apprehension in his throat, turning the phone over the same way someone would a rock when they expect a scorpion to be underneath it.

B: What day are you fuckers meeting?

Kirishima feels his chest tighten. He breathes out, a rasp of a laugh. In his excitement, he immediately switches to their group chat, happily sharing that Bakugou is coming, asking the others when they want to get together.

Kaminari cancels.

Kirishima and Ashido meet Bakugou at the train station. He’s bundled up to outrageous extremes, the two of them bursting into laughter at the state of him: a poofy coat and boots and a scarf wound up over his mouth, red nose poking out from above the black material. He imagines this is what a mummy would look like, if mummies lived in the snow.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, but the muffled quality to his voice only makes them laugh harder.

“So,” Ashido says, after the dangerous glint in Bakugou’s eyes gets them to hush up, “I can’t stay all day, cause my friend’s got a birthday party. It’s not until evening, though, so you boys are in luck.”

The audible grinding of Bakugou’s teeth makes Kirishima wince.

They end up dragging him off to the mall, for lack of anything else to do. No movies out, too cold to hang around outside. This way they can walk and talk, and pretend like they’re actually doing something.

Only, Ashido apparently came here with a plan. She drags them into a store, turning to Bakugou and pointing decisively at Kirishima. “We,” she announces, “are going to show him how to dress himself.”

Kirishima gapes. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Two sets of eyes run over him: a bright red Crimson Riot shirt, an orange coat over his blue jeans. Vibrant colors, passionate and manly. He looks great .

Bakugou’s lips thin. “Right,” he says, nodding slowly.

Betrayed, Kirishima sulks in the corner of the store while they apparently shop around for him. His pouting doesn’t last, brightening the moment Mina runs for him brandishing a leather jacket that is admittedly pretty badass.

He doesn’t actually buy much of what they pick out for him, doesn’t have the money to do that. Kirishima is wearing Mina’s chosen jacket and purchased a beanie that Bakugou had thrown in his face. The rest of his money goes to buying himself lunch — alongside one other item.

Ashido walks out with a new pair of boots. Bakugou has nothing. They part ways there, Ashido giving Kirishima a hug and Bakugou the finger as she leaves, all in good fun even as Bakugou cusses after her.

“Lousy bitch,” he rumbles, arms crossing as he sits at the bus stop. The moment they stepped outside, his nose had begun to redden. He’s good competition for Rudolph, now.

“Man,” Kirishima muses, reaching over to tweak the shell of one ear, “you really aren't good in the cold, huh?”

“It's bullshit,” he says. He pulls his scarf back up over his mouth, his next words coming out muffled. “Can't warm up fast enough when I use my quirk.”

His quirk. Kirishima blinked, a small, “ Ooooh,” leaving him. “That's right, you need to sweat to use it.” He feels sympathetic, but can't help his smile. Kirishima pulls his bag into his lap, pulling his other purchase out for Bakugou. “Well, I think you'll appreciate this, then.”

Bakugou stares at it. It's a knit hat, black. There's a little pompom ball on top, a burnt shade of orange. “It made me think of your hero costume,” he explains, somewhat embarrassed. “But at least you can keep your ears warm. As long as you want it, I mean.”

Bakugou blinks at him, wide-eyed. It lasts only a second before his default glower returns, and he snatches the hat from Kirishima to jam it on his head. His bangs fluff out over his forehead, the material pulled snug over the tops of his ears. It’s probably the cutest thing in his entire wardrobe, now.

Bakugou looks ahead at the road, his expression betraying no joy nor dissatisfaction. The fact he's wearing the hat in the first place warms Kirishima. Bakugou is not the type to do what he doesn't want.

His posture is tense, though. His hands are stuffed into his armpits, hunched in against the cold. Kirishima pauses for a long moment, and then takes the plunge.

He tugs one of Bakugou’s hands free, ignores the wild look it gets him as he holds it between his own. “It’ll keep your hand warm,” he explains. It’s already warming him up, color blooming over his cheeks.

All in all, this is completely unnecessary. Bakugou can keep his own hands protected, and yet he doesn’t pull away. Just scoffs and turns his head, the two of them going quiet as they wait for the bus.

Steadily, the scoot closer together. Just a little bit at a time, until their legs touch and their sides are flush. To share warmth, Kirishima tells himself.

He doesn’t believe it.

Bakugou’s already met his moms, and his sister. The little girl smiles the moment she spots him, exclaiming, “ Bam!”

( “This is Bakugou,” Kirishima had said, when he first introduced him. “He can make explosions. You know…” He brings his hands together in a loud clap, miming an explosion. “Bam!”)

“No,” Bakugou tells her, voice flat. “Bakugou. Ba-ku-gou.”

“Bam!”

He growls. There’s not even an ounce of anger behind it.

“She wants you to pick her up,” Kirishima tells him, noticing how his sister is reaching her arms up. When Bakugou’s face turns into one of wariness, Kirishima does it himself, lifting the girl up and holding her out the way one might a teddy bear. She’s essentially weightless to Kirishima. “Go on,” he urges.

As gingerly as one might take a delicate treasure, Bakugou goes to hold his baby sister. Michiko does most of the work, clinging to him like a koala bear. All he has to do is support her weight. When he gets comfortable, and the tension slides from his shoulders, he begins to look almost… does Kirishima dare think affectionate?

It’s a mistake on Kirishima’s part, cause seeing Bakugou holding his baby sister is doing awful things to his heart.

Luckily, it’s evening. Michiko doesn’t take long to fall asleep, her head resting on Bakugou’s shoulder. He’s careful with her, expression something both cautious and soft as he lays her in her bed, gentle so as not to wake her.

Kirishima is the one to pull the blankets up around her, switching on her night light before he steps outside, leaving her bedroom door open. His own is right next to Michiko’s.

“You’re okay with sharing the bed, right?” He checks.

Bakugou pauses. Then nods.

And Kirishima grins, says, “I thought so. I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time. Though, circumstances were a little different.” When he gets no response, a twist of nerves hits his guts. “So, um. It’s a decently sized bed. If I get, y’know, clingy in my sleep, you can just push me off, or —”

“— It’s fine,” Bakugou interrupts.

He blinks. “Huh?”

And Bakugou only stares at the floor. His jaw flexes. “I said it’s fine. If you get clingy.”

“But…” Kirishima’s head tips. “You said you don’t like to be touched?”

There’s no response for that. Bakugou just sighs, sinking down on the bed and pulling out his phone. Kirishima always wonders what he’s doing on there. He’s not one to make accounts for social media, after all, but maybe he still browses. Is he looking at their friends? Did he see Kirishima’s, the pictures he’d been posting all week? Seeing them, and never saying a word.

“Hey, Bakugou.”

There’s a grunt.

“Why weren’t you talking to me?”

He waits. Counts his heartbeats.

“Bakugou?"

Kirishima turns his head. His friend has put his phone down, eyes fixed on the wall. His breath comes in swells of his chest, deep, controlled.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” Kirishima sighs. “I just. I’m worried, you know, that you were angry. Or that you just didn’t want to talk to me.”

Bakugou gives a quiet groan. He falls back, the mattress bouncing. “Everything’s about you, huh?”

That stings a little. But Bakugou continues carelessly on, “I just didn’t have shit to say. You send me a fuckton of photos and — what? What were you expecting me to tell you?”

When it’s put like that, Kirishima doesn’t know. “I mean, nothing, I guess,” he mumbles. “I just wanted to show you. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Show me what a grand fucking time you’re having while I’m at home.”

Kirishima’s fingers curl inwards. His teeth clench. “That’s not fair.” Bakugou pushes himself up, a questioning note in his voice, and Kirishima turns to face him. “You can’t just — I’m not trying to rub it in. We asked if you wanted to come! I just wanted you to see…”

“What I’m missing out on?” Bakugou sneers.

And Kirishima growls, “ No. Just, that we’re having fun. You’re our friend, right, so I thought maybe it would make you happy to see us? You might care whether or not we’re having fun over break?” It’s a thought which he is quickly abandoning. He knows he and Bakugou aren’t the same. They function in near opposites. Bakugou likes to be alone, and Kirishima needs company. That’s fine. He can work with that.

He just can’t really figure out the bit where Bakugou doesn’t seem to care at all. It’s the closest thing to cold he’ll ever get, shut off and apathetic the moment a friend just wants some quality time with him.

So, maybe that’s the problem. Maybe Kirishima shouldn’t be thinking of them in terms of friends .

“Bakugou, what am I to you?” The words come out quiet. “Because, I’m trying to figure it out. I really am. Sometimes I think you care, but then the way you act…” He swallows with difficulty. “ And, I don’t need you to change for me, I just need to understand, because what I think and what you do just aren’t matching up.”

Bakugou splays a hand over his face. His eyes are closed beneath his fingers. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Kirishima.”

And Kirishima leans over him, because he needs to be seen. He pushes Bakugou’s hand away, waits for red eyes to open and lock with his own.

“Do you care?” He asks. “About me?”

He doesn’t know what he wants to hear. It doesn’t matter, because the words don’t come. Bakugou stays silent. Not a yes, not a no. Nothing.

There’s a weight on Kirishima’s chest. He swallows hard, looks away.

Then warmth covers his hand. Kirishima looks to it, finds Bakugou’s fingers squeezing his own. The grip is tight, almost painfully so. Clinging.

It’s a familiar sensation. He’s awash with the memory of weight trying to drag him down, of air whipping past him, of sweat slick palms, of heat in his face, of terror and triumph and how he’d never felt lighter in his life.

Kirishima squeezes his hand in return.

#Kirishima Eijirou #Bakugou Katsuki #Bakushima #Kiribaku #bnha #my writing

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thelittleredheadedmusician · 7 years ago

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Cut the Death Jokes

For Day 6- Death of the Batfam Halloween Content War! Tim isn’t a big fan of the obligatory October death jokes. Special Guests Conner Kent/Kon-el, Bart Allen, Garfield Logan, Raven, and Rose Wilson! Rating: PG Gen Words: 2,202 AO3

Life was tough. Living as all the people you’re close to die? Even tougher. So when Halloween rolls around and the inevitable zombie jokes start rolling out from those who have came back Tim gets rather uncomfortable. It’s not that he begrudges them the ability to joke, if anything it’s a healthier-than-what-most-of-his-family-does coping mechanism.

It starts October first and Tim is glad that it’s at least Jason, who’s jokes about dying and being undead are a regular occurrence over Tim’s comms. He’s laying on his back on a couch in the manor’s living room when the older boy walks in. Jason takes one look at Tim and the bruise like circles under his eyes and grimaces. “Wow Replacement. You look about as good as me, which is to say corpselike.”

Tim frowns up at him as Jason smiles and continues to tease him. “I know you’re still trying to fill my pixie boots but being dead inside is enough, you don’t have to look the part too.”

Glaring Tim sat up, skootching back towards the armrest as Jason flops down by his feet. “Must you?” Tim asked acidly.

“Uh, duh? It’s my month man! October is prime time for the undead like me! I get to crack as many jokes as I want and no one can stop me.”

Tim frowned and turned to half watch the crappy horror movie that Jason had flipped on.

A couple days later Tim was nursing a large mug of coffee at the kitchen table while Dick argued with Damian over breakfast. Alfred had begrudgingly agreed to let Dick cook with his supervision and Damian was now staunchly refusing to eat it. Which Tim didn’t exactly blame him for; Dick’s pancakes were infamous.

“Grayson, I have died once and believe me I don’t need to do it again!” the younger boy yelled, brandishing a butter knife.

Dick just narrowed his eyes. “Rude.”

“Do you have to?” Tim muttered.

“What are you mumbling, Drake?” Damian spat.

“I said, do you have to? Make jokes like that?” Tim looked at his brothers wearily. He’d had a rough night breaking up a turf war in the East End and really didn’t need any emotional strain on top of the physical exhaustion.

“-tt- Drake it was only the truth. Grayson’s cooking is deadly and I do not wish to be subjected to it,” Damian said with a weird look.

From the stove Dick also raised an eyebrow at Tim. Taking a sip of his coffee Tim shook his head. “Whatever. Just ignore me,” he mumbled into his mug.

Titans weekend rolled around and instead of training they had all agreed to do some team bonding and in the spirit of Halloween Garfield had pulled out his and Victor’s combined horror movie library for the day. Tucked into a blanket burrito and squeezed between Bart and Rose on the couch Tim had started to doze off. The movies not holding his attention and the sounds of Cassie and Kon making dinner in the other room similar enough to home that it was becoming increasingly difficult for Tim to stay even remotely awake.

“That is disgustingly inaccurate,” Raven observed of the ‘demonic symbols’ on the screen. Tim cracked an eye open and had to agree. “Not to mention,” Raven continued. “That resurrection scene was beyond unrealistic.”

Tim made a face from his blanket cocoon. “Raven…” He half chided, half whined.

“Yeah Rae! It’s a movie! Just enjoy it!” Gar said, sticking his tongue out at her.

“As much I hate to say it, but I’m with Raven. This movie sucks,” Bart chimed in from beside Tim. “I think we could make a better one. I mean, some of us at least know what it’s like to actually die.”

Without a second thought Tim shot out his elbow, directly into Bart’s side. The speedster yelped and glared at Tim.

“Dude! What was that?!” Bart pouted, rubbing a spot just below his ribs.

Tim just glared back at Bart while on his other side Rose laughed. “That was the most aggressive passive aggressive thing I’ve ever seen the bird boy scout do and I am proud,” she said with a wicked grin.

Tim just snuggled deeper into his blankets while the others all gave him questioning looks.

Tim was having an average, boring Wednesday at work when he got a text from Cass. All it had was the house emoji and the ambulance emoji which meant that he was to come home right now because there was an emergency. Phone in hand Tim grabbed his keys and the suit jacket from the back of his office chair. He rushed past his secretary, mentioning that his sister needed him for some emergency before half sprinting to the elevator. On the ride down to the parking garage he texted Cass asking her for more details and just got the house emoji again.

He had barely parked his sports car in front of the manor before he was hurtling out of it and up the steps through the front doors. “Cass! Cass! Where are you? Cass!” Tim yelled, his dress shoes losing traction on the foyer’s marble floor causing him to skid to a haphazard stop at the base of the grand staircase.

His sister appeared at the top of the steps, a mischievous smile twisting her lips and her short hair sticking out at odd angles. She waved him up before disappearing back down the halls towards the little used west wing of the manor. Kicking off the cursed shoes Tim followed. She led him further up the manor’s numerous floors to a hall that dead-ended with a window overlooking the patio, pool, and sprawling grounds at the back of the house. Said window had been propped open and what appeared to be a zipline was stretched from the window to a tree at the edge of the property’s small forest.

Cass turned to him and her eyes sparkled. “Need a lookout,” she confessed, confirming Tim’s suspicions that Alfred had no knowledge nor approval of this particular adventure.

Tim’s shoulders slumped and his head dipped as he looked at Cass with a frown. He knew that she was getting every bit of annoyance, disbelief, and brotherly concern that his body was practically screaming at her.

Cass just giggled and shrugged. “You only live twice little brother.”

Tim let out a groan so dramatic it required him to fling his head back and go half limp. “Cass! Really? You’ve been hanging around Jason way too much. You should be better than this!”

“I know. I’m sorry. Just… couldn’t resist,” she admitted and patted his head in a half-hearted attempt to soothe him.

“You owe me.”

“I do. Love you brother,” she held out her arms for a hug and begrudgingly Tim accepted it. “Tis the season,” Cass whispered in his ear as they embraced.

“Don’t tell me about it,” Tim grumbled.

The jokes became increasingly worse and more frequent as the month progressed, Tim had taken to muting certain friends and family members on his comms when he needed to. Although he hadn’t figured out a way to mute people in person.

He was working with Steph on taking out Riddler and a group of his thugs on night. The quips and batarangs were both flying and Tim had to admit that he was having fun riffing off of Steph. Although that ended rather abruptly.

Steph was dodging punches and knocking guns away with her staff as she laughed. “Oh c’mon boys, you’ve gotta do better than that! I mean, the enthusiasm is appreciated but really? Death is very been there done that for me and you guys are just so uninspired with your attempts at killing me!”

“Batgirl!” Tim scolded as he punched a goon in the nose.

“What?” she asked genuinely confused.

“Do you have to? Like really?”

“Double R I have absolutely zero clue about what you’re talking about. So how about we work out whatever it is after the fight and not during? Kay? Kay.”

Tim just growled and started taking the thugs down faster and fiercer. Soon enough they had Riddler cuffed too and the GCPD was on its way.

“What was that about?” Steph asked as they stood on the roof of the neighboring warehouse, watching the cops stream into the building.

“Just, the death jokes. I dunno. They’re not exactly good taste?” Tim muttered, not wanting to meet Steph’s gaze.

“Dude. Seriously? Dead Robins Club bro. If we can’t make fun of it what can we do? S’not like we can go to therapy or something.”

Tim grimaced, he knew that but that didn’t mean it made him any less uncomfortable. “Just… Never mind. Forget I brought it up. I’m sorry.”

Steph gave him a weird look but her comms beeped and she put a hand to her cowl. “What’s up O?” She turned and began running toward the edge of the rooftop, off to whatever emergency Gotham was offering up now. At least it ended that awkward conversation.

It was the weekend before Halloween and Tim found himself in Smallville. Kon had been asked to take Jon trick-or-treating before going to Titans Tower and he had invited Tim to come with them. Which Tim soon learned meant that Kon needed his help in throwing together a last-minute costume to go out with Jon in.

Tim was laying on top of the worn quilt on Kon’s bed, staring up at the glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling while his friend googled quick costume ideas and raided his closet.

“Why don’t you just go as Superboy? It’s not like anyone is gonna be able to know whether you’re really Superboy or not,” Tim suggested.

“Trust me, I pitched that idea. Both Ma and Lois vetoed it faster than Bart eats pizza.”

Tim hummed noncommittally and continued to stare at the ceiling. That was until he got a balled-up Superboy t-shirt to the face. “Ow,” he said, sitting up.

“Use that giant brain of yours and help,” Kon said, gesturing around the small room. “What’re you being anyway?”

Tim held up the t-shirt that had just pelted him. “If you won’t be Superboy than I will.”

“Hardy har har. You wouldn’t let me wear your Red Robin suit?” Kon ventured.

Tim raised a single eyebrow. “A) you already know the answer to that. B) you’re a good four inches taller than me! You’d never fit and you know it.”

“Worth a shot.” Kon shrugged. “What about a zombie? I can rip up some clothes and put some fake blood on and I really am already a zombie so I could just walk around in my normal clothes… Tim? You ok?”

As Kon was talking Tim’s lips had smooshed togethering into an increasingly straightening line as his brows inched closer to each other. He was only half processing Kon’s words and was just staring at his friend without realizing that the other boy had stopped speaking. Kon waved his hand in front of Tim’s face and with that Tim exploded.

“Do you have to joke about that? I mean, ok you died and it sucked but like you’re not the only one and guess what. You came back! Which is a heck of a lot more than some people can say. And while you were dead how do you think everyone else was taking it? Cause let me tell you it sucks. Sucks! When your best friend dies and then your other best friend dies and then your ex-girlfriend and your mom and dad and step-mom and then your adoptive dad and your crabass little brother and the only reason you’re a part of the family in the first place is cause your older brother was brutally murdered but y’know he’s better now. Oh! And your sister at one point died and was resurrected and didn’t really see the point in bringing it up until like a year later? So yeah. It sucks. It’s a ‘coping mechanism’ or whatever but for the rest of us it’s just not funny.”

Tim had been pacing the room, arms flailing as he spoke. But now he collapsed back on Kon’s bed, breathing heavy as he tried to calm down.

Kon had flattened himself against the wall as he let Tim rant, eyes wide the entire time. “That- that was a lot man. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Tim let out a stuttering breath. “I think I’m good now.”

“That was a lot of pent up rage… How long has this been bothering you?”

“A while now? Just, all month it’s been really bad,” Tim shrugged. He looked down at his hands and felt Kon sit on the bed next to him before looping an arm over his shoulders.

“Well I promise to make a conscious effort to not crack undead jokes from now on and I’ll mention something to Bart. Deal?” Kon asked.

“Deal.”

“Good. Now help me with a costume or I am wearing your suit.” Kon grinned.

“Absolutely not!” Tim told him before holding up a flannel shirt. “Here, be a hipster.” That earned him another t-shirt to the face.

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My Top 10 Musicals (and my favourite song from each)

I just feel like praising my favourite musicals so… these choices are based on the plot and the music (mostly performed by the original casts)

10. Into the Woods (favourite song(s): It Takes Two and No One is Alone)

I just think this is just such a clever musical. It twists all of the different fairytales so well and is so witty. I really appreciate how Sondheim gives each character a recurring melody that they either sing or it appears in the music somewhere when they appear. I also love the plot and think the ending is a really moving way to end such a dark, comedic storyline. As I said, this musical is just really clever.

9. Heathers (favourite song(s): Beautiful, Blue and Meant To Be Yours)

This musical is just so dark and hilarious. I do like the film, however, I didn’t like how it kind of began with no context of how Veronica is friends with the Heathers so I appreciate how the musical gives us that. I think Jessica Keenan-Wynne’s voice is so unique and exquisite and I love her as Heather Chandler. All in all, it’s just a really fun musical (although not at all family friendly) and was very well cast and the songs are fun and catchy. It doesn’t take itself too seriously and I really appreciate that.

8. Waitress (favourite song(s): You Matter To Me)

I just love Sara Bareilles so damn much. She has always been a huge musical inspiration to me; I think she’s an absolute musical genius. Therefore, when I found out she had written a musical, I must admit I went into it already being slightly biased so I was never going to dislike it. The music is so clearly Sara Bareilles’ music and that makes me love it even more. This musical is full of AMAZING harmonies and Jessie Mueller’s voice is so well suited to the character.

7. Little Shop of Horrors (favourite song(s): Skid Row and Somewhere That’s Green Reprise)

I’m slightly biased as I played Audrey in this musical at school. Prior to doing so, I didn’t really rate the musical, mostly because I hadn’t seen it or listened to the songs in years. Now that I’ve sung the songs and played through the storyline, I just think this musical is really well-written and clever and all of the characters are so unique. The entire musical is just really really different and quirky and even though it’s supposed to be quite silly, it really tugs at your heartstrings because it’s just really sweet. I wish the film had included the musical’s ending because Audrey’s final song is really moving and beautiful.

6. The Sound of Music (favourite song(s): The Sound of Music Reprise)

This was one of the first musicals I ever saw and when I was younger I really liked it simply for the music and the comedy aspect as I didn’t really understand what was really happening with the plot. Now that I’m older and know what the plot is really about it makes me appreciate it even more. The songs are really understated/not overly flashy and are the kind of songs you can suddenly just find yourself humming out of the blue (again, proof that melody is more important than lyrics).

5. RENT (favourite song(s): Will I and Take Me or Leave Me)

I mean… this musical is iconic for good reason really. While some of the songs may be very weird, and I while I personally don’t care for any of Roger’s songs or for him as a character I think the musical is one of the most moving and well-executed pieces of art I’ve ever seen. It deals with the HIV/Aids topic and the poverty topic very well. You go into this musical thinking it’s just going to be really depressing but there are actually some really funny, charming moments (mostly thanks to Maureen). I actually think it’s far more moving and inspirational than it is depressing.

4. Wicked (favourite song(s): One Short Day and No Good Deed)

This was my first time seeing a musical at the West End and I went to see it twice because it simply blew me away the first time. I’d already heard the album and was obsessed, and just made it my absolute mission to go and see it. I always brought it up in passing when talking to my mum in hopes that she’d get the hint and take me to see it, so when she finally did I was just so excited. The stage set is so powerful all by itself, you walk into the theatre and already know that the show is just going to be magical. Interestingly, the first time I saw it Elpheba was American and the second time she was British, and I must say an American accent suits the character much better. But anyway, there’s nothing more I can say other than it’s just absolutely magical and breathtaking.

3. Hamilton (favourite song(s): Helpless, It’s Quiet Uptown and Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story)

I’ll be honest, I didn’t like Hamilton at first. The first song I heard was Yorktown and I’ve never been a big fan of rap. However, after I heard the whole album I was needless to say extremely impressed. Like Into The Woods, the music is just so cleverly written, with each character having their own little jingle or recurring melody. As you can probably tell by my favourite song choices, I am a little bit in love with Eliza. My favourite thing about the musical overall is that, once we draw close to the end of the plot it becomes clear that the musical isn’t just about Hamilton but it is equally about Eliza and how important she is to Alexander’s life and legacy. It’s just a really impressive musical, and the finale is so special and stunning. Lin Manuel-Miranda is one very clever man.

2. Cats (favourite song(s): The Old Gumbie Cat, Grizabella The Glamour Cat and Macavity The Mystery Cat)

I am very much aware that a lot of people may roll their eyes at how far up the list this is and that opinions on it are split 50/50. However, this was the first musical I saw live, and I have seen it again since then, and I have watched the filmed version about 100 times. I will never get bored of this musical and I just think it’s one of the most amazing things to exist. Not to mention, Bombalurina is unbelievably sexy… like wow. I think it’s a really weird musical and, while I know it’s based on T.S. Eliot poetry, I really don’t understand what made Lloyd Webber adapt it into a musical. That being said, I love how weird it is and to say it’s such a strange concept, it’s amazingly well-executed and you can’t help but therefore think “yeah, okay, maybe it’s not so weird that this musical exists” because it’s just so well written and performed. I just love it.

Honourable Mentions:

Dear Even Hansen, Grease, Hairspray, Dreamgirls, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Hello, Dolly!, Spamalot!, Annie, Mary Poppins, The Last Five Years, A Chorus Line, Spring Awakening and Mamma Mia!

1. Les Misérables (favourite song(s): A Little Fall of Rain)

EPICNESS, EPICNESS, EPICNESS!!!! This musical is just an entire 3 hours of epicness. While it is also an entire 3 hours of depression, I feel like if you went into it expecting anything else then that’s your own fault. After all, the name of the musical is The Miserable so… Anyway, my favourite character is Eponine and while I find her death extremely upsetting, ‘A Little Fall of Rain’ is one of the most beautiful duets and farewell songs ever written. I actually loved the film, although I hated Hugh Jackson as Val Jean and his voice went straight through me. I don’t think anyone can beat Lea Salonga as Eponine for me, although Samantha Barks was very well cast. It’s just a really beautiful, emotional, epic musical.

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