#you can FEEEEL it when you watch them

[teddybeartoji]

films just aren't as beautiful anymore there is hardly any emotion behind anything they lack depth and they lack love

[missamyrisa2]

I think about you tickling my nipples and between my legs a looooooot more than I probably should… any thoughts on that? 😅🖤🖤

Oooh y'knowwww~ endlesssssss

Particularly on how to solve the triangle puzzle ~ because you have threeeee lovely royal buttons for me, all ready for teases and tickles but I'm a little limited on my options for how to press them all at once with tickly touchesss ~ and alsooo how to sequence those tickles. It's like, I have to unlock your sweeeet gigglemoans and I can't just go in like willynilly tickling tickling tickling with my fluttering fingers over your chest buttons to your pearl.

Or maybe I can~

Maybeeee I'll just tickle with reckless abandon for a bit huhhhh~ get you allll wiggly squirmyyyy on this tickle chair with your legs so gently spread and snugly secure, your arms on armrests as if you're relaxing during all this fun, and of course that gorgeoussss pair of girly buttons alllll exposedddd~ Oooh sorry I'm gonna snicker taunt youuu sooo much because I just loooove ticklish buttons and I love diving right in, no pretense no buildup, just my fluttering wiggly fingers coming down like the ticklerain to spread over your chesttttt ~ chasing your every struggle and squirm and resistance to the silly sounds you know you wanna make. Awww sooooo tough and gothyyyy huhhhh silly giggles and squeaks aren't for you nooooo~

Which'll get you niceeee and warmed up so I can drift down down down and get that pearlyyy pearl. Oooh I see her volunteering yesss I dooooo ~ and I'm gonna make you watch while I wiggle my index finger near that pearlie oh yes I ammmm ~ ahhh ah ahh not touching, you can't get mad not touching you can't get mad! Just wiggglyy wigglyy tickly nail riiiight over that pearlyyy oooh teases sooo bad huhhh~ you say pleeease miss amy please make me alll giggly sweet moany and girlyyyyyy take away all my toughnessss and just tickle me to bits oh pleeease miss amy you sayyy~

Ah yes, what to do with you though, what to do with a girly girl with threeee ticklish buttons that neeeed to be sequenced for the gigglegasm hmmmm? How do we gigglemilk you after all? Ahhhh I think ~ I thiiiink you neeeeed the kissssiessss! Oooh but which button to kisssss ~ mmmh. Maybe the left? The riiiiightt? Tickle tickle~ let's see which one makes you more squirmy when I take this fluffy makeup brush to it. Are you more ticklish on the leftttt? The riiiight? Tickle tickle ~ tell me which is more ticklish or I will continue~

I mean I'm gonna tickle you anyway but thanks for playing darling ~ Let's just start on the left, shall we? Kissyyyy kissyyyy while your other button gets this makeup brush twirlinggggg and ooh yess why yes I did bring this black feather just for you, just for your pearlyyyy ~ it's soooo soft but a lil stiffff mmhmm soo perfect for those itchyyyy tickles on a cute royal button ~ mmhmm mmhmm now we're getting somewhere, now we're getting to the good stuffff. I have this kinda plump lower lip you seeee ~ did you notice? I've always been a little meh about it, like I have no upper lip but then I have this big ol lower lip. And oooh it's kindaaa perfecttt for teasing buttonsss because it's a bigggg softtt fluffyyyy loveyyy touch~ and sooo good at capturing your button with a hug so I can kissy kisyyyy~

Mmmmhh how's that feeeel? Getting your buttons tickles all together like this? A feather stroking your pearlllll ~ a blushyy brush grazing your chest button and me loving on the other chest button ~ yes moan it out, be moany. Be ticklish. Be desperate. Now we switch. Little lickle ticklessss on the other buttonnnn and that kisssy kissed nipply nipple gets the featherrrrr ~ just taunting little tickles on that rosyyy button while ooh yesss your pearly is getting her makeover now, blushyy blush brushh up and down and around and around. Gotta get her niiiice and tickled pink~

Awwww what's thatttt? You wanna gigglecum? You wanna gigglecum for your ticklemama? That's right you fucking do! I know. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm wrecking your shit you can't do nothing about it, no you can't. That's why I'm going down here and I'm going to nibble up these thighs and milk your giggles out until you're begging for it. Begging for your tickles and for me to make you gigglecum. Can you just stand it? Can you even standddd how ticklish and cute you are? Yes, I think we're making out with that pearly pearl now. Only the lightest kisses for that regal button while my fingers tickle your chest buttons til you can't see straight. Oh you can gigglecum whenever you wantttt. I don't make you hold back. I make you lose control and beg for more and I'm not gonna stop nooooo~ coochie cooooo~

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

I Cannot Reach You/Kimi ni wa Todokanai - final thoughts

This is one I had seen a ton of praise for, but didn't know when I would fit it in. And then through a series of lucky/unlucky events (it coming to Netflix and available for download, me having an impending storm where I knew I would likely lose power, me actually losing power), I managed to watch it in one dark and chilly evening.

Japan does it again, y'all.

Talking about heart - this show is utterly imbued with it.

Honestly, my only cons are that it was so short, and I wish it had delved a little further into the start of their relationship. Also Maeda Kentaro does look his age, but that's a minor quibble for how well he played the part. That's pretty much it.

Pros:

The longing. My god, the longing. Japan does repressed feelings so damn well. As someone who tends to keep a lot of myself close to the chest, the intensity of what you can feel even when you're showing very little really resonates.

I also really loved Kakeru's journey in figuring out his sexuality. Again, relatable. Sometimes a feeling just hits you, and you have this moment of "wait, what?".

Also Kakeru's feeling of not being good enough for Yamato. I wish I didn't connect so hard with that, but I do.

And the moment where Kakeru admits this to Yamato, and Yamato breaks, because he loves him so damn much.

All of Yamato's love, and desperation, and hope. The feeeels.

I also loved the side characters, Yui in particular. He's this adorable little queer guru who just wants his fellow gays to live their best life. Soichiro was adorbs. Akane was the epitome of the girl with a crush who is genuinely caring and supportive. No one was callous or cruel.

This is a must watch, y'all. It's on Netflix in the US, let them know that they need to get more of this kind of thing!

[change-the-rules]

for the otp asks, kate/lucy for 9 and 20?

9. Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?

this is hard to answer since s2 hadnt aired yet when i was first supposed to be answering this(sorry) but honestly probably just how much they fucking feel for each other, like i've said it before but i love the competent career life women turned absolute dumbass in love trope, these idiots are so in love and it made them so stupid sometimes and i love that and then when they finally got their shit together they're just so soft for each other while being general badasses and it makes me feeeel things

20. What made you decide to ship them?

I don't know that I decided to ship them as much as I saw a gifset with their height difference that grabbed me by the throat which had me promptly tuning into the 1st episode....and then lucy said 'whistler' utterly laden with history, that whole first scene blistering with Tension^TM

and i don't know if i was simply because it was a procedural or a blonde and a brunette or just the VIBES^TM but i remember my chest simply sparking as i was transported back to high school hunched over my family computer in the dark trawling through passion and perfection and live journal and personal webpages, message boards, reading full on manifestos and watching carefully pulled scene compilations, cabeson necklaces, and jj and emily clothes swapping, sara and cathrine vs sara/sofia, kelly and sabrina's 'blatant' flirting on charlie's angels, eagle eye frame by frame watches of sam and janet and scully and reyes, abby and kate from the flagship ncis {i stopped watching after kate died so i never got into ziva and abby) the list could go on forever but this is where my heart was when watching that first ep and then i got to the end of that first ncis hawai'i episode one minute lucy was apologizing and the next she and kate were full on Making.Out and I was stunned

so many years had passed since those subtext ships i mentioned with so much growth for queer rep but watching the pilot of an ncis end with 2 women who were romantically entangled front and center, main character main text fucking floored me anyway

and i was done, gone this ship had chosen me and there was no going back *snorts*

whatever the future holds for thempossiible the impacts of the strike and whatnot no one can take away the 2 glorious seasons we did get

[autocann1bal]

part nine of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 <;- part 2 &lt;- part 3 <- part 4 <- part 5 &lt;- part 6 <- part 7 <- part 8 <-

christ thats a lot of parts WOOO HERE WE GO

animal - neon trees HRFDHFHRHFHF IM GOING INSANE. this is so random butbutbut what if they went to a roller skating rink and this song played and lockwood and lucy did a silly little dance to it but neither of them know how to skate so it just looked so goofy but so cute and george recorded the whole thing. 

saline solution - wilbur soot gonna tell me george ISNT a hypochondriac?? gonna tell me lucy and lockwood dont sit with him when hes going through a particularly bad paranoia episode and help him through it?? no!! no youre not!! la jolla - wilbur soot this is so lockwood drinking tea alone in his room at 4am contemplating life core. since i saw vienna - wilbur soot same thing as the last one but its lucy and its raining. like or like like - miniature tigers lockwood getting super nervous around lucy all the time and shes just like ??? i think youre really cool - gaurdin the chokehold this song had on me in 2020 anyway lockwood is one jealous mf and hes losing it bc lucy talked to other boys. drive slow - addie literally just every cab ride after a stressful case. theyre holding hands and both of them know it but refuse to acknowledge it. george is asleep, lucy and lockwood are just kinda looking at eachother. they dont know what to do. theyre chillin. love like you - caleb hyles you know i had too. i just had too. its just them. little dark age - mgmt i have an entire animatic in my head for this one should i makeit maybe i should. heat waves - glass animals hrfhfhrhf lockwood pacing around his room trying to figure out these stupid feelings he has and hes so confused and UH OH lucy is knocking on the door. line without a hook - ricky montgomery whys it always ily and never idrgadatwytmwwa painkiller - beach bunny mm locklyle fight and makeup. cloud 9 - beach bunny BUT WHEN HE LOVESS MEEEEE I FEEL LIKE IM FLOATINGGGG WHEN HE CALLS ME PRETTYYYYY I FEEEEL LIKE SOMEBODYYYYYYYYYYYYYY -lucy giggling and kicking her feet probably. good old fashioned loverboy - queen LOCKWOODS SONG LOCKWOODS SONG HES SUCH A GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVERBOY CMON YOU KNOW HE IS. oh klahoma - jack stauber i dont know why this one is here it just is deal with it. you are going to hate this - the frights basicallt just the like or like like one in a slightly different font. this side of paradise - coyote theory WAILS SCREAMS SOBS CRIES EATS DRYWALL ITS THEM ITS THEM YOUR HONOR ITS THEM. ophelia - the lumineers shes his ophelia :D. are you bored yet - wallows, clairo ot3 spring picnic vibes. can i call you tonight - dayglow lockwood trying to figure out how to ask out lucy thats it thats the tweet. out of my league - fitz and the tantrums 'if i die dont wake me, cuz you are more than just a dream' hes so in love with her its pathetic. honey and glass - peyton cardoza lucy!!! lucy!!!!!!!! LUCY!!!!!!!! its lucy, arms tonight - mother mother literally just every time lockwood has almost died in lucys arms. cuz its. a lot. little pistol - mother mother george?? question mark??? idk george vibes. but also lockwood a little bit idk. saint bernard - lincoln throws my lockwood with religious trauma hc at you yes im projecting be quiet. wish you were sober - conan gray OK JUST HEAR ME OUTTTT HEAR ME OUT LOCKWOOD GETS A LIL BIT DRUNK AT A FITTES PARTY OR SMTH IDK AND LUCY AND GEORGE HAVE TO GET HIM HOME AND HES LITERALLY JUST BABBLING ABOUT HOW PRETTY BOTH OF THEM ARE PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY. manta rays - chloe moriondo hrhfhrhhfhhfhf lucy is so cute and shes so in love with him theyre like reading in the library or smth and shes just looking at him like hes the fucking stars theyre so cute. strawberry blond - mitski nice summer vibes in the countryside they are running around in a field your honor. watch you sleep. - girl in red i just think that the sun is shining on lockwood through a window in the morning and is hitting him jsut right and lucy is just <33-ing at him. dude the next one is part 10 im deteriorating LETSA GOO

[alpsss]

i was last here a year ago. a YEAR

an entire friggin year has gone by. is this any indication of the future?! like is it just gonna jump year after year, completely and uncontrollably fleeting. GROWING PAINS

i wanted to come in here and reflect how i feel about MOTHERHOOD, being a PARENT, now that i've got a good number of years in and i feel like i can actually comment rightfully.

it's so hard, but it's so rewarding

there's something about building your own tribe, these little human-imps you created, they reflect yourself back at you, they're charming little silly things with a wealth of ideas and rich inner worlds, i LOVE that they can express now and do so marvellously. i LOVE connecting with them and now we have back and forths, like they can tell matt im checking out shoes and bags online, and they can ask me 'did you also use to do this when you were a kid', its like having buds 4 lyfe that came from your dna, so naturally you're gonna adore em. and it's so much fun and entertaining, etc, also i love how much i've grown.

levels of empathy, the human connection, motherhood bonds ALL. i love how unifying it is, like the other day we met val and i had so much to say to her. i love how enriching it is as a human experience, kinda like how i loved the wild process of labour. being a parent makes you human in the most visceral way. tests your patience, tests your creativity needing to negotiate, decide which battles to pick to win, the art of convincing, finding new ways to 'win' them over, juggling a million balls at once, OPs, daily battles like brushing teeth hauling their asses to and from school, it's lessons on life everyday and i feel like im learning, growing

i also feel like ive renewed lease of life. i remember pre-kids just slumping on the couch vegging out in front of tv. now i barely watch anything. i am able to dance, run around, carry both, walk everywhere, nothing is too 'tough' for me, i love how strong my body is, i am STILL breastfeeding, i love how i am more unfazed when it comes to difficult and trying times, i love how having kids puts into perspectively instantly what matters in life the most. i love how i feeeel more, your heart is more tender, you realise the fragility of life, you are SO AWARE that life is so short. it's. bittersweet but i love how i am so deathly aware that this could all end. my time with my kids is finite. our time on earth is finite

i find myself 'crying out to God more, saying let's pray, now that the kids r well adjusted in sunday school they also pray 'God protect zhorzhor, thank God for best friend', its so pure and encouraging, i find that being a mother has also made me more spiritually connected because so much is out of your control and i find it freeing to let go and let God. EVERYTHING is from Him.

matt shouts more and now we morph into each other but we are mostly exxhausted but this week without my mom has been so. gratifying. i want to say my relationship with my mom is at its worse, but who's to say this is final? it's just not great, i dont want to go into details, i just dont particularly appreciate the disrespect, the overstepping of boundaries, the toxic malignant narcissism, the bullshit ive to take on the daily. currently i am tired but nothing beats MENTAL FREEDOM and operating on your own effing terms.

never say never. and never say you wont change. now i'd rather come home and chill out than spend hours in a mall. i thought i'd never online shop but now its fun. never say you wont do something cos it totally will bite you in the ass. do we need a car? club med bintan was certainly one highlight of the year. i love my little family and i love me and matt being able to parent as we so fit.

i love my two girls, they're wise beyond their years they have so much spunk personality and originality they're so one-of-a-kind. together they're manic elves plotting against us but they're also so individually sweet i love when they give hugs show affection exercise kindness, they just LIVIN out their truth and also being unbridled untainted by the world. true creativity. i cant believe their my people for life.

anyway this year has been interesting but mostly watching them develop with each passing day as fully formed humans, so much changes it's hard to keep track! im so grateful each day for being an artist and making a living from what i love and do best, but also im grateful that i get to be a MOM.

[goatsandgangsters]

Update: I wound up sitting on the couch with @meyerlansky while they caught up, so I've now seen episodes 2.04–2.08 and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE

it was extremely funny watching this with someone who has like, deep lore. the book lore. and then there’s me like “what’s this person’s name and how are they related to everyone else” 

so here are some Updated uninformed outsider opinions, based on four episodes at the end and my incredibly vague prior impressions:

to this guard man who’s following alicent around: I don’t care how brown your big cow eyes are, you’re a little bitch and I hope your dick never gets wet again. fuck you

rhaenyra has other children right? cause her main one… kinda sucks? this instagram boy blue-steeling all over the place is kind of getting on my nerves 

conversations during hotd: “are they fucking?” “yes.” “are they related?” “yes.”

OHHHH I did NOT realize that Uncle Matt Smith is the undefeated winner in Westeros’s Dampest Wettest Man Contest 

the gifsets do not do rhaeynrera justice because HOT VOICE TOO UNFAIRRRRR

I’m very happy for her and her new gal pal, I hope they enjoy plenty of scissoring. perhaps a little strange that she was like "so here's my rape as backstory" and rhaenyra was like "hell yeah, let's make out RIGHT now" but I'm happy for them nonetheless

pleased to know that the hot gilf who died just before I tuned in ALSO had a hot man. his beautiful bastard children are also extremely beautiful. tho I question why he has bastard children if he had hot gilf like why would you ever?? unless he and hot gilf had a late-in-life romance, in which case good for them and these are bastards from a previous era. or. well. wait ARE the beautiful bastard children the bastards of hot gilf? considering one of them is on a dragon now and all? I didn’t actually ask about the family tree situation here, I was busy watching The Beautiful Man get chased around by a dragon that wants to be his best friend

I’m predisposed to like Weird Scottish Lady because I saw her in a production of Hamlet years ago and she was incredible as Ophelia, which reminded me to get Cabaret tickets before she leaves in like a month 

also I love Freddie Fox. he’s such a delight in everything I’ve ever seen him in. which ALSO includes hamlet, but a totally different production than above. he is so cunty all the time and I love him

oh I fucking STAN that twelve-year-old who just ran rINGS around everyone and pulled the biggest power-move in the history of all these adults in westeros. child, you are GOING PLACES 

sdjfkhgskfjdh blue-steel child dropping I HAVE DARK HAIR, BLOND HAIR IS RECESSIVE, I’M BASTARD, like damn that took sean bean all season to figure out  

OHHHH GRANDMA WARCRIMES IS BIIIIIIIIIG!!!!

“antlered human-shape clip-clopping” I fucking love subtitles wtf

I think maybe it sucks that they’re killing all the dragons. I know the point of this show is “this stuff happened and all the dragons died” and I know that there’s a thread of environmentalism throughout GRRM’s work but I just think, what if you didn’t hurt the dragons

I got really confused when haelena mentioned being queen cause I was like "now hold up. that's not how monarchies work. because if aemond's aegon's king and they're siblings, that Does Not Make Her queen" and kara was like "no they're also married" and SOMEHOW I DIDN'T OSMOSIS THAT PLOT POINT AT ALL?

kara: do you want a correction on this post. aegon's king me: GODDAMMIT. WHY DO THEY HAVE THE SAME NAME. I CAN NEVER REMEMBER me: okay. here's my mnemonic. the one who's like >:3 is aeGON because he would Gone Girl someone kara: wrong! that's aemond me: GODDAMMIT!!!!!

I liked freddie fox being like "hello I'm here to be cunty and kill you" and cow-eyes was like "go ahead. life sucks. I'm suicidal." and watching freddie fox just cuntily be like "uuugghhh I don't caaare about your feeeelings but now there's no joy in killing you, this is so awkward and uncomfortable ugh"

I’m a little bit concerned about this child running around on the moors trying to horsegirl a feral dragon, but I think it’ll probably be alright because I’m genre savvy about how horsegirl books work 

I just don’t understand why this elder brunette child looks like this in every scene 😗

THE NON-DRAGON BEAUTIFUL BASTARD SON WINS THE MONOLOGUE AWARD!!!! 

perhaps I would feel differently if I hadn’t just… plopped down to watch a handful of episodes at the end, but that did kinda feel more penultimate than finale? I thought there were gonna be more dragons going pew pew at each other in the sky. I thought "dragons going pew pew" was like, their whole deal

anyway, I’ve seen Exactly Four Episodes of the show, I know marginally more names now kind of, I still have a very loose grasp of this ouroboros family tree, but it does not matter. because there were dragons.

I tried to summarize what I've osmosis'd about house of the dragon purely from my dash & my partner and decided to post it

caveat: I am horrible with names and I did not fact-check the spelling of a n y o n e ' s name

so. first of all. lesbians.

there’s Alicent who is “a repressed lesbian who’s never had an orgasm in her life” (quoth @meyerlansky). I don’t think she knows this about herself, but it’s true. there’s also Rhaneyra who is Extremely Hot and bisexual. (this I know to be factual!! I saw the kissing gifs with that other woman!! I saw them!!) anyway, Alicent and R had an adorable childhood first-love situation that they didn’t realize was them being in love but They Were In Love. then it all went to fuck, because Alicent had to marry Rhenyra’s… father? stepfather? some crusty old relation of hers? and this was bad for them, because Alicent is a lesbian and was also STILL TINY, so marrying your bff/love-of-your-life’s crusty old man relation is Not A Good Time For Either Of You 

Rhaenyra—I’m just gonna spell it different every time until I figure it out, but I think this one is right—anyway Rhaenyra is married to Matt Smith but I don’t think he like… matters? I get the sense he’s kind of one of the Main Dudes but I also don’t know anything about what he like. Does? oh also he’s her uncle 

there are……… three children. I’m not entirely positive whose children they are. I think they’re Alicent’s children. There’s—oh god—ONE OF THEM is Aemond and one of them is Aegon, only I’m not sure which is which. this is super embarrassing because @meyerlansky 's fave is “whichever is the one with the long hair and the eyepatch” so I SHOULD know this. but I'm bad with names and I just call the one who is their fave “three-mouth” bc he looks like that meme of the cat going >:3 at a knife. there’s also Helena, who was a small weird child who likes bugs, and whose name is definitely spelled differently than that 

anyway. Ae-something (the one who looks like this >:3) has a dragon who is old and senile and her name is Grandma Warcrimes. and she accidentally (?) ate Ae’s couuuuusin, his name is Lu-something-or-other. this was a very significant thing that happened 

Alicent’s Squad and Rhaenyra’s Squad have Major Significant Beef with each other, only I have honestly no idea what it is, other than like… their unresolved sexual tension

there’s also. okay wait. someone has a gay husband, yes? there’s a handsome Black man who is gay? was heeeee WAIT WAIT. Handsome Gay Husband was Rhaenyra’s husband, but she was fucking around with Uncle Matt Smith, so all her kids are… Uncle Matt Smith’s? and then Handsome Gay Husband died (was killed? for being gay maybe?) and then she married Uncle Matt Smith instead? 

OH! WAIT WAIT WAIT. I’M PIECING IT TOGETHER I THINK. SO THE BEEF. Grandma Warcrimes ate Cousin Lululemon, who was…. like one of them is Alicent’s child and one of them is Rhaeynera’s, so the beef—in addition to the rampant lesbian sexual tension—is also about “your kid killed my kid on the playground” kind of an issue? (see now I’m second-guessing myself whose kid is whose based on hair color but whatever) 

there’s also a GILF. she literally Just Died. which is sad, because she was hot rip 

so yeah. that's all I got. that's all I've absorbed. this show is about lesbians and dragons and people are mad at each other for Reasons. I don’t know what those reasons are but they sure are fighting and killing about it! 

[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary : You ask Phil a favor to help you escape Bluey and Bluey tries to convey his feelings to you

Warning : mentions of torture

Once you got out of the chamber, you knocked on the door of your manager's office and he invited you in.

"I need a new cardigan" he looked at you suspiciously as you said that

"Why? What did you do with the old one?" He asked you and you couldn't have told him that you used it to wipe Bluey's blood and then threw them away along with the rest of the garbage 

"Uhh I burned it while cooking today" 

He sighed as he got up and walked with you towards the staff supply room, then he gave you a new cardigan of your size, no further questions asked and you were thankful for it. You couldn't stop thinking about the conversation you had with Bruce and everything you heard about their plan to turn Bluey into a monster just like they themselves were. At the end of your shift Bruce had another conversation with you and you went home that day with a raging determination that you would get him out of there

...........

"Are you trying to die?" Phil asked you and you shook your head 

"Look I know it's a lot but I need your help Phil, please" your eyes teared up and he sighed in response, he really would do anything to help you out but he was afraid you'd lose your life by doing something like that 

"I'll buy it but will you be able to pay for the electricity bills? you know I'm living on savings, I haven't sold even one piece of my work since I got the disease and the news spread" 

Phil worked as an illustrator for food products and work has been hard lately because of his health and the taboo surrounding the disease 

"Just please help me, I'll sell my soul and pay every penny but just get it for me, I need to find a way to keep him here and then I'll drive him to Alaska once it's get colder, I'd do it now but Doctor Banner said he'd die in the heat while on the road" your voice had a pleading tone, there's nobody else you could have asked for help, Banner told you that he'd help you as much as he could but you didn't want to depend on him.

"You know I want to help you y/n, but you are taking a huge risk, is he worth the trouble?" 

Your eyes teared up as Phil asked you that 

"He's worth taking the risk, yes. For once in my life I'm feeling something, you know, I am..I am feeling him and he hears me, he understands me and when he touches me..when he touches me I feel alive, for once in my life I actually feel normal and I feel happy and I feeeel, which is something I haven't been able to do all my life, I could never feel and now it's like he was holding the tune for my heart strings all along and that's why I never felt connected to anyone and I just..I care about him Phil and I can't watch them hurt him anymore" 

Phil's eyes teared up so he walked over to you and gave you a brief hug before he stepped away

"Fine I'll find a 7 feet long deep freezer for you"

You smiled, squealed loudly and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, you have no idea how happy that makes me, I just have 6 days, five now actually, I have to get him out of there on Saturday, Doctor Banner will help me get him out of the facility, I just need you to drive us back here, can you please do that too?" You asked him and he nodded.

"Thank you, I love you" you stayed at Phil's apartment and made him a hearty dinner, then you went back to yours. Setting the alarm for four you laid down on the bed, you wanted to make steak for him again, he really enjoyed it last time. Bruce told you that they don't feed him, it was Rogers idea to see if he'd eat his own flesh if hunger gets out of control, but on the first night when they got him there Bruce gave him something to eat at night, then he sneakily allowed him to use the bathroom in the chamber so he could excrete.

That's why he seemed so hungry today because he didn't get to eat for a day since Bruce wasn't there last night. He functioned like a human being, looked like one except he was very tall and blue and his genetics were different, he had abilities like super healing, being able to survive such a low temperature. Maybe that's why they worshiped him like a god in that tribe. However, you still didn't know what he was, who he was and what other abilities he had.

When your alarm rang you got up eagerly, never have you been so eager to go to that place before. You played music on the cassette player and twirled around while you cooked, then you showered, got ready, put lipstick on and you took the first bus you got. You also kept a picture of you and Phil in your bag, you didn't want him to feel scared around him and you had to get him familiar with his face, you hoped that he trusted you enough to trust your friends. On the way you couldn't help but smile as you thought about Bluey. It was raining a little today, making it all the more romantic. 

When you reached the facility you grabbed your cart, hid the lunch box in there and made your way to the chamber, when the guards allowed you in, you saw his head peeking up. He placed his elbows on the edge like always and put his chin down on it. You walked towards him and placed your arms on your knees as you leaned down to his level

"Hi Bluey, good morning" you mumbled softly and he purred, he lifted his head up and then tilted it, he was looking at the red lips you had on today. 

"Do you like it?" You pointed towards your lips so he brought his hand up and rubbed your lower lip with his thumb, making you shiver and tingle all over, you closed your eyes as the sensation drove you crazy. He looked at his finger and some of the colour was smudged on his thumb, so he put it around his lips. That made you chuckle, he was adorable. 

You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss on his forehead, making him hum in satisfaction, but then he growled as you stepped away, he grabbed both of your hands and placed your right hand over his forehead again, right where you kissed

"You want one more kissy Bluey?" You asked him and he nodded 

So you leaned down and did it again then you wiped the lipstick mark off his skin. 

"I got steak again" you walked towards your cart, and took out the box you hid in there, when you turned around he was sitting on the edge with his back facing you so you sat down next to him, but turning the opposite way, you didn't want to fall down in the pit. 

You placed the lunch box on the space you had between you two and he turned his body towards you, truth to be told he didn't want to eat today, he just wanted you to touch him some more. It felt nice, and tingly for him, not just in his heart but other parts too. And he didn't understand much of what he was feeling but he knew he felt good when you touched him like that, he felt safe, and cared for, he felt desired. 

"Are you not hungry today Bluey?" he looked at you and then he picked up the steak in his hands and ate everything in three bites. You made a sandwich for yourself and an extra one for him so you enjoyed it with him

After eating, you got up to wash your hands, then you ran a napkin under water and walked towards him 

"Put your hand forward please" he jumped down the pit and stood on an ice block like he always does, he noticed the gesture you made with your hands and did the same thing, he gasped as you scrubbed his palm with the napkin and cleaned it properly. 

"There you go, all clean" he looked at his hands and then raised his hand forward, he asked you for the napkin so you gave him that. Then he jumped down the pit, you looked at the time it was 6 am so you decided to clean the chamber and you got it done in half an hour. Then you grabbed the picture you brought with you placing it inside the pocket of your cardigan and walked closer to the tank

"Blueey?" You called out to him and he came up then he gave you the napkin. A gift like always. It was all clean and you realised that he probably washed it under the water he had in the tank. 

"Thank you" he grabbed your hands again and pulled you closer so you sat down on the edge then he placed his head down on your lap and his arms wrapped around your waist, you took a deep breath, his nose was brushing against your core and it made you shiver. He purred as you trailed your fingers on his scalp, your eyes teared up as you looked at those thick chains they had around his arms and neck, they probably rubbed against his skin and must irritate him, you had to get him out of here anyhow. 

"Bluey?" You called out to him and he looked up 

"I will get you out of here okay?" You pointed towards the chains so he looked down and mewled

"They hurt you right?" 

He nodded and whimpered again, this time even louder

"I promise I'll take you back to Alaska, the place where you came from, back to your people" he tilted his head trying to process what you meant, he recognised the term Alaska, a faint memory. You pulled the picture out of the pocket of your cardigan and showed it to him. He looked at you in the picture and then at your face, then turned his attention back to the picture

"Hoooooooh" he breathed in sharply and got really excited, he pressed his finger on your chest, then on the picture to let you know that he recognised you in it. 

"That's awesome, I knew you'd recognise me Bluey, you are so smart" you ruffled his hair, then you watched him scrunch his eyebrows, and nose all at once as he looked at Phil. 

"That is my friend Phil, my landlord that I told you about, his name is Phil" you pointed towards him in the picture and joined your hands together like he did yesterday in front of Bruce to tell him that he knew you. 

"Friends, like me and you, Phil is a friend" you told him again and he hummed as he thought about something

He pointed towards you in the picture and then at Phil, then he joined his hands together 

"Yes friends, we are friends" you smiled and he placed the photo down on the edge, then he started shaking his head

"What? What Bluey? What is it" you asked him and he looked at you, his eyes were teary, 

"What is it hmmm?" You cooed softly and he pointed towards his heart, then at yours and he linked his fingers with yours. You could only think about how perfectly your hand adjusted in his when he held you,

"Friends, me and you, friends I promise" he shook his head and pointed towards his heart again and then at yours, then he tightened his grip around your fingers. That's when you understood what he was trying to say, 

"More than friends? Is that it?" He tilted his head, if he wasn't blue you'd probably see him blushing, he looked down as he got embarrassed, then he scooted closer and hid his face in your lap. Did he even understand what he was saying or doing? You didn't know but you didn't mind whatever he was trying to convey to you. You knew you'd love to be his friend. 

Or more if he'd want it.

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[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

rookie year | chapter 10

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,528

Warnings: All characters in this pic are 18+. Minors DNI. Swearing, drug use, sexual context, all that sh*t.

A/N: early af upload but I am way to excited for next chapter lol, as always enjoyyyy and tell me how you feeeel

November 22nd 2019

Incoming call:

Momma 💕

“Morning,” You mumbled softly while keeping your eyes shut.

“Happy birthday to you….” you heard your mother and father begin singing along to the birthday song together through the entire song.

It was definitely way too early for tears.

“Awww man, I just woke up, now I’m crying already,” you sighed.

“It’s okay. It’s your birthday, and they’ll be plenty time for happy moments,” your mother chuckled.

“True, I’m so happy you called, thank you,” you sniffed.

“Of course honey, we wouldn’t miss it for a thing, I’ll see you later,” your mom replied.

“I love you guys,” you gushed.

“We love you to, let us know when you’re on your way. Enjoy your morning,” your mom replied before disconnecting the line.

Today is your 20th birthday. (Sorry if you’re older lmaoo) Your birthday always felt like a dream and of course it was already feeling nothing short of that. Especially with the events that have occurred in your life as of recently. You took the morning to reflect on your life, what you were grateful for and how far you have come.

Your birthday treat to yourself was staying in bed a little extra longer and getting the rest you needed, cuddling with Lucky and going to get your hair done after showering and putting on an outfit that you were most confident in.

Right as you were about to leave for the salon, you heard a knock at the door.

You opened it, and were greeted by a random delivery man.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“Umm- I have a delivery for Y/N? Y/L/N?”

“Oh? Yup- well that’s me-“ you chuckled.

“Great!” He replied, “come on guys!”

Three men swiftly began bringing carts in filled with roses and sunflowers.

You were at a loss for words. Unsure of where this was coming from and who would have even thought of doing such a gesture… no way it was who you thought it was.

You watched as they began unloading the carts.

“Where would you like them to be placed?” One of the men asked.

“I guess, any empty surface you see,” you shrugged scanning your small apartment that had just enough room for what you had in it already. They began doing as they were told.

You watched in awe as the beautiful flowers filled up your apartment space.

You looked at Lucky and smiled, she was looking at the men from your bed very confused. They even left you with a little care package of flower food but you had no idea how you were about to care for dozens at a time.

“Well, that’s all of them- oh and they left you this note,” he said while handing it to you.

“Thank you guys so much, they look beautiful,” you said to them as they gathered and stacked their carts together.

“No problem! Have a nice day!” He waved and they swiftly exited your apartment.

You looked down at the note.

                                   I told you you deserve the best.

                                         Happy Birthday Y/N

                                                  L.B.

At a loss for words, you decided to call him up.

The line rang and he picked it up immediately.

“Happy birthday camera girllllll,” Melo sang.

You smiled from ear to ear.

“Thank you Melo, I’m speechless.”

“About what?” He asked.

“About the flowers?”

“What flowers,” he asked trying to keep his tone neutral but failed miserably.

“Stop playing with me,” you replied, mimicking words that he would say using your best impression of his voice.

“Awww, you got me. Happy birthday sweet girl, I hope you got the message too.”

“I did and I am just- I want to cry-“ you pouted, holding back tears trying to laugh it off.

“Awww shit, it’s your birthday you can cry if you want to, or however that old ass song go,” he laughed.

“Melo thank you. Thank you so so much. Like I’m so grateful.”

“Aw it ain’t nothing camera girl I just want you to be happy, wish I could be there with you today.”

“Me too,” you replied. “I really like spending time with you. Besides doing photoshoots and stuff, you’re kinda cool,” you joked and mentally slapped yourself for sounding so cheesy.

“Awww forreal? What else you like about me?” He asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re so sweet, Melo. This is really one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me,” you admitted.

“You deserve it, y/n. I can’t wait to see you,” he laughs. “We can do something, whatever you want for your birthday.”

“Aww shit anything?” You asked.

“Of course,” he reassured.

“When will you be back?” You asked him.

“Soon,” he replied. “A couple days, maybe sooner.”

“Aw, yay,” you chirped. “See you soon then.”

You said your goodbyes and felt a sense of emptiness, sad you would not be getting to be in his presence on your special day. Even though you knew why, it meant a lot to you that even though he is far he still found a way to show that he cares. It made your heart swell with happiness.

•••

When you got to your parents house, you took a deep breath. It felt like it had been a long time since you were here. You thought about the last time you were here, when you moved out. A lot had changed so quickly.

You shuffled around for your key to open the front door, but your mom beat you too it.

“Aww, hi mom,” you smiled and she squeezed you tightly.

“Come in come in, so glad to see you. Just you?” She asked.

“Yeah… Um just me. Sorry to start our conversation off on this note but Tristan and I broke up,” you mumbled, unable to bring your eyes to meet her gaze.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” she cooed, rubbing her hand on your back.

“It’s okay, I’m taking it day by day but that’s besides the point. I’m so happy to see you! And be here.. I love my apartment but I miss it here sometimes,” You admitted.

“And that’s okay! You know you can come back and visit whenever but I know you’re out there working so hard, can’t wait to hear all about it, but first… I wanted to show you something in the garage,” she muttered without making eye contact with you. You cocked a brow at her strange behavior, following her lead anyway.

“Can you um- check the-“

Before she could finish her sentence, Jordyn jumped out from behind the door, startling you but bringing a huge smile to your face nonetheless.

“OH MY GOSH-“ you exclaimed.

“Y/N!!!!” She shrieked and you two jumped up and down in your hug.

“My god, look at you!” You admired her beautiful, glowing skin. “You look great.”

“And so do you,” she smirked.

She was aware of your current relationship status but you had yet to go into detail about it as she continuously told you she would rather hear about it in person and promised that there would be a time where she will see you.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” You told Jordyn. “And I can’t believe you kept such a big secret!” You told your mom and she shrugged.

“It was hard but I know I couldn’t ruin a good secret like this one.”

The three of you sat at the table, catching up about life and things. You only briefly explained to your mom what happened with Tristan. She was just happy that you were okay.

Your mom had prepared you your favorite homemade meal for your birthday. You soaked in the moment, feeling so content with who you had around you on this day of celebrating another trip around the sun. They even bought a little cake for you of your favorite flavor.

Your mother slipped to the kitchen now, and you and Jordyn sat together, eating your slices.

“Sooo besides Trashtan… excuse me- Tristan.. how’s life been treating you girl? Like forreal?”

You explained to her everything that happened with Tristan. You also told her about how you have been busy working on your photography business.

Her reaction was supportive nonetheless, even though she knew she did not have confident vibes about Tristan before, she was still comforting and kind as always.

“I also made a new friend- a guy,” you say with a shy laugh.

“Oooo spill queen,” she smirked while taking a sip of her water bottle.

“It’s nothing crazy like that-well I mean-,”

“Then why you sound nervous talking about it,” Jordyn teased.

“Yeah I actually met- well I actually live with but wait not live with but- he’s in the same apartment as me- it’s LaMelo Ball,” you laughed.

She stares at you in shock, silent for a moment.

“Um I’m sorry- like THE LaMelo ball?” She inquired and you nodded in response.

“So you know who he is? I didn’t even know who he was when I met him!” You exclaimed.

“So I’m sorry- one more time. You live in the same building as him? And y’all met? And you’re cool? And you worked with him?”

“Yes,” you laughed.

“And you said ‘nothing crazy’?”

“Well, I guess I actually haven’t really processed how crazy it sounds until now,” you shrugged.

“Oh my gosh y/n that’s insane. Pleaseeee he’s so fine. But I got a thing for Miles. If you wanna hook me up with that connection-“

“Oh my gosh Jordyn,” you laughed.

“I’m serious!” She replied with a giggle. “His tattoos are soo ugh yes. His body, his play style. Everything about him is what I neeeeed I just know his dick is big,” she stated.

“You’re funny,” you laughed, gasping for air and bringing your hand to your mouth.

“Big dick men with a soft side are no laughing matter, Y/N.”

“Hmm I mean- I can see what I can do,” you shrugged, trying to contain yourself now after laughing, and she finally laughs too.

“Sooo you have to tell me all the details,” she pressed, putting her hand on your arm.

“I mean, I’ve only done two shoots with him and he’s been to my place and his but-“

“Did y’all-“

“No- sis why would you even think-“ you quickly cut her off. “I mean, I just broke up with Tristan?”

“Like a month ago??? AND??? He was treating you shitty I’m sorry Y/N If I were you I would have cheated-“

“Oh my god Jordyn,” you chuckled. “I don’t know if Melo even likes me like that and I mean I still have morals…for the most part, even tho I had thoughts …”

“About fucking Melo?” She blurted.

“JORDYN,” you laughed, blushing now. “We’re still in my parents house I don’t want to have this conversation here,” you replied in a hushed tone.

“We can go for a drive,” she smirked while wiggling her purse.

You squint your eyes at her in response.

You gave your mom a hug and a kiss before saying thank you and goodbye. You hoped she did not hear any of the crazy shit that came out of Jordyn’s mouth. Your mom just hinted at you to visit more often before you walked out. You reassured her that you would.

You and Jordyn made your way to her car and she hops in and starts pulling out of the lot. She parks up in the distance and reaches in her purse for her blunt she had ready.

“Yeahhh, I loved Europe but didn’t trust the weed. Had a bad experience, that’s another story,” she said slyly. She lights it up while smirking at you. “Sooo tell me.”

“We haven’t done anything I swear,” you laughed, throwing your hands up.

“Mhmmm I know you thought about it with his fine ass,” she said while wiggling her eyebrows.

“He actually um- had flowers delivered to my apartment this morning,” you murmured.

“Definitely likes you,” she nodded aggressively while taking a hit before passing it to you.

“He really is soooo fine.. he’s so good at basketball, it’s so hot. Like I never thought I would find that talent attractive? I’m a photographer. Our interests are different I mean, clearly I never even thought about basketball until I learned who he was,” you ranted.

“So you like him,” she smirked.

“He’s so sweet… and funny…” you trailed off. “…Yeah I do. I- I’m just nervous... we’re too completely different people with different lives.”

“And the universe still brought you together though? And you were able to bond over both of your interests together in someway? I think that’s a beautiful thing.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess… I’m scared,” you admitted.

“For what? And don’t say he just wants you for sex, I can’t see that with him if he actually enjoys spending time with you without trying to do all that. I remember before you got with Tristan, he always had you questioning that at first... If he hasn’t tried you at this point I think he genuinely enjoys your company,” she nodded.

“That is… such a good point why are you always right,” you replied in a playfully angry tone and looked out of the car window as she started driving again. “It got to the point where I don’t think Tristan actually enjoyed spending time with me. And to be honest we only ended up having sex like once or twice when I moved into my apartment… I’m kinda deprived right now,” you admitted.

“And for what it seems you were kind of mentally and emotionally already over his bullshit so you lost that attachment?” She questioned.

“To be honest… yeah.”

“So I think that gives you the green light to open up to Melo,” she nudged and you rolled your eyes.

“Another good point,” you laughed. “I guess I just don’t wanna rush it.”

“Then don’t… but you can always tell him how you feel,” she said taking a tote of the blunt before passing it to you. You kept it and held onto it taking totes until you lost count.

“Yeahhhh I’ve been on the fence. He makes me feel good though, I like spending time with him and having him around,” you sighed.

“I bet that dick would make you feel good too,” she mumbled deviously, sticking her tongue out.

“Girl you are so horny, you might be worse than me,” you laughed. The two of you grew into a laughing fit.

“I’m just saying, you said you’ve been deprived, there’s your answer,” she acknowledged.

“That’s true… I definitely want to take it slow. I feel like I rushed in my last relationship. I just love the build up. Even though he makes me feel sooo…”

“In love? Turned on? Horny?”

“Might be all the above,” is all you can say with a sigh, daydreaming now. Your body was floating at this point. You were so relaxed you forgot what you were talking about.

“So what do you think you’re going to do?” Jordyn asked.

“I dunno, every time we hang out we get closer and closer last time I saw him I really almost wanted to kiss him but I kinda chickened out. I ended up falling asleep at his house.”

She looked at you with squinted eyes and puckered lips.

“But LIKE I SAID,” you laughed. “Nothing happened. We ended up having to wake up super early because he had practice in the morning but I just went back to my apartment and took a shower because I had work to do that day anyway.”

“That’s way too cute,” she stated. “And when you woke up?”

“I was on his couch still… I have no idea weather or not he was laying with me on the couch or not when we slept I woke up in the morning and he was already up, getting ready. He was nice about it though.”

“Pleaseee y/n he’s a keeper,” she pleaded, taking a turn down to merge on the highway. The city lights twinkled in the distance. “That’s so sweet.”

“I hope so,” you smiled. “I like him a lot I really do. We text a lot when he’s traveling for games and I miss him and he even tells me he misses me too. If we don’t end up together I hope we can at least be close friends.”

“I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll end up together. And I’ll be right there with you… with Miles. We’ll go on double dates and everything,” she laughed.

“Girl I hope so.” you replied. “Please speak it into existence.”

She started snapping her fingers in response, cruising down the fast lane now.

“I’m too high I don’t think I can drive myself home,” you stated.

“Oh y/n it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here,” she cooed and you smiled.

“You’re so great Jordyn. I missed you bestie,” you tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I’m here for you Y/N. I hope you had a good birthday,” she smiled.

“I did.”

•••

It was 2a.m. when she dropped you off at your building. You looked up at how the building towered over you and smiled like an idiot. You had a great birthday but you could not wait to be cuddled up in bed with Lucky.

You walked through the first floor and pressed the elevator button. Arms crossed waiting for the doors to open. You wondered what took so long and wondered who would be taking the elevator at this hour anyway.

Before you contemplated taking 10 flights of stairs, it rang. The doors slid open.

“Y/N?” You heard his voice and your eyes shot up.

“Oh my God, you’re here?” You run in to hug him. “Wait I thought you’d be gone?”

“Well yeah I was, I knew I would be coming home late today though, I was tryna surprise you tomorrow,” he admitted, releasing the embrace and looking down at you. He had sweats on with a matching hoodie.

Your eyes squinting extra hard as you smiled. Seeing him especially after the conversation you had with Jordyn brought the giggles on.

“Surprise me?” You mused at him, twirling his hoodie string around your pointer finger.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I was going to make you wake up early with me again… and maybe go out and get breakfast this time.”

“I would love that,” you grinned at him.

“I can see you had a good birthday,” he laughed, bringing his hand to your chin and moving your face side to side slowly, he tried to look into your bloodshot eyes but you were fighting back more laughs so he released your head out of his grasp.

“Yeah, I did,” you nodded. “My friend Jordyn surprised me.”

“That’s gooood, how long will she be here for?”

The elevator cart stopped at his floor. You forgot to hit yours.

“Oops,” you said hitting the button quickly. The cart door closed again and Melo chuckled, shaking his head at your antics.

“She’s back for a while, she’s taking a break from traveling.”

“Shit, well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to a party tomorrow night? You can bring Jordyn too,” he inquired.

“Hmm, what kind of party?” You asked him, he ended up coming out to walk with you to your door anyway.

“Nothing crazy just an after party for the game at Oubre’s house, whether they lose or not, some guys from the Celtics team will be there too. They just wanted to kick it for a bit after, then everyone else kinda got invited.”

“I’m down,” you shrugged. “Jordyn also did say she wanted to meet Miles,” you trailed off.

He cocked a brow at you in response.

“Uh- long story. Will there be girls there too?” You asked him.

“Probably,” he shrugged, “but Jordyn should come if that makes you feel more comfortable. I’ll be there too, everyone’s bring their girls- I mean shit everyone’ll be just chilling,” he smiled.

Their girls? Oh word. You thought.

You smirked and agreed to it, wondering how it would play out.

“Can’t believe you’re 20, old ass,” he teased.

“Not even, you barely turned 19, start catching up,” you joked.

“I hope you had a good birthday,” he smiled.

“I did… I didn’t think I would see you,” you beamed at him, admiring his tired eyes and lips shining with a fresh layer of chapstick. He looked exhausted but nonetheless was happy to see you too. “Happy I did.”

“I’m glad I did too, even though it ruined the surprise,” he scuffed while rolling his eyes playfully.

“It still was a surprise, I was surprised,” you giggled and a small smile grew on his face in response.

“Well, wear something cute tomorrow and meet me up at my apartment,” he encouraged while squeezing your arm lightly and keeping his hand rested on it.

“Okay,” you grinned unintentionally giving him loving eyes. His eyes scanned your face, admiring your lips for a moment before giving you another hug.

“Sleep well, birthday girl. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he grinned before jogging back to the elevator.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

okay so I watched the s1 episode “darkness falls” last night, and I was just thinking that it has similar vibes to the earlier episode “ice.” Like how in both these episodes, Mulder and Scully are fighting an unknown enemy in nature, they’re isolated, their trust for each other is tested, etc. and there was a very tangible sense of suspense too, probably because of the “unknown enemy” factor. It also really struck me how in both of these you can see Scully’s fear FAR more visibly, whereas in the other cases she’s kept it under wraps more (and seeing her freaked out hit me in the FEEEELS!!) idk I just think these are some cool parallels for them

yes!!! TXF bottle episodes, my beloveds!! Ice and Darkness Falls are two of my favorites, something about the terror and trust of them stuck with no one to trust but each other and the way it causes tension but also binds them together... it's my favorite.

Scully is generally the steadier of the two of them, the more down to earth and reasonable one, but these are the episodes where we really get to see her strong exterior crumble. she is so scared, she can't offer up a scientific explanation to reassure herself, can't really DO anything to protect herself or Mulder. the moments where she finally breaks — in Ice, when she throws the dresser in front of the door or the moment her face crumbles when she's pointing her gun at Mulder, so terrified that the one person she's supposed to be able to trust is turning on her; in Darkness Falls, when she realizes the bugs are everywhere and is tired enough, scared enough, that it sends her absolutely spiraling in a way none of us or Mulder have ever seen before — are heart-wrenching, because in every other circumstance she is so incredibly strong.

but even the strongest ones need to be supported sometimes, right? and like, in Ice Mulder isn't really there for her. it's super early in their partnership, they're still figuring each other out, and she's scared for him and for the first time, also of him. but in Darkness Falls the thing is that he IS there for her, he grabs her hands and talks her down and comforts her, sits with her on the bed and leans into her just as much as she leans into his side. you have to wonder what that forest ranger thought of that strange little pair from the FBI, huh?

the parallels and contrasts between the two episodes are really so interesting tbh, because they play on somewhat similar themes, but in different stages of Scully and Mulder's relationship. there's another bottle episode, also, in season 2 — Firewalker — and it adds even MORE parallels and contrasts and growth. honestly those might be my favorite genre of TXF episode 😅

[happilestangi]

I was in some kind of weird competition with other females it was very unsettling I never knew what I looked like or who I was in comparison to them they were always undermining me and stepping on me and cheating and I always fought back but nothing was ever enough but that was after I didn’t get the man I wanted because he turned into the man that wanted me and he wasn’t attractive anymore to me and it was just a stupid game that manifested as some reality show in my head that I was trying to be the star in but nobody was the star we were all just money making bodies. He showed me what could’ve been how awesome we could’ve looked together all the different dimensions all the different people we could’ve been all so lovely and I was reaching out like a baby trying to get something and it was all gone. It was just me dealing with all these annoying women that wanted to take something from me and it was unnecessary hard work to me it was irritating and I hated them I didn’t even care at all I told them about my moms artwork told them to look up Catherine Andrews online and I started moving very fast away from them like some force of good was pulling me out of that nightmare at first I skipped over the iniquities with one foot and they watched me but then I didn’t even have to do that I was floating hovering above everything that could’ve tripped me up and it was speeding up I felt as if I could go anywhere and do anything just with my mind and then I looked up and in the sky there was a dark cloud that had an off square shaped hole and there was Jesus and I was reaching for him I wanted to go up into the sky with him but the dark cloud obscured him and with my insecurity or desperation or shame I imagined him instead of seeing the cloud and the dream then turned political like a commercial of a guy showing what they are feeding children and it was wrong which I agreed with and I woke up.

Interesting response:

“When we dream we are actually dreaming about ourselves thru a myriad of disguises, symbols, and images. Are dreams are actually an opportunity to hear and feeeel the messages from the spiritual realm , to guide us to soul perfection. So that we can perfect our souls and become assended masters, (gods and goddesses)...when you say you were in some kind of competition with females, you were actually in competition with yourself, in all the stages of your own anxiety, envy, jealousy ect. Negative female under pinnings.you constantly fight these emotions, but still they remain. for what you resist, will persist ! You fight your constant battle, but to no avail.the man you wanted was a symbol of your yearning to be complete, adored, and loved. But since you already loved yourself , you no longer needed his approval..or the superficial images and dimensions, and illusions of how lovely it could of all seemed , but in reality it was just all an illusion on a pathetic material plane. and you were as a baby or infantile in your understanding of real treasure. for God doesn't care who looks the best, or how elegant we live, or who drives the baddest whips. It's all an illusion. That's cap !your real treasure is in heaven, your spiritual bank account of saving souls. We put into our bank account by helping those who are less fortunate than ourselves.the irritating women, or ( your demons reared it's ugly head as always) you tried to redeem yourself by acknowledging the one true Brite shining trophy of the online art of Catherine andrews..but suddenly you started teleporting at psychic speed over all the mundane superficiallities . and up ahead was a dark cloud ( image of a foreboding, a mystery, ) with a square hole in the middle. ( a perplexity ) and you yearned to reach up to him,the ONE! But the dark cloud( your stained , impure soul) and was ashamed and not ready to cross the threshold , you then realized like a tabloid commercial, that we are as babies being spoon fed all this worldly bullshit and that enough is enough, were all fed up with all the confusion , lies , an mendasity.. then you woke up ! To be continued in your next revalation of DREAMS! I'm DR. FAIRCHILD and l approve of this message .”

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

No, It's Definitely Funny

Prompt: Can I request a second part to "Let's Call It Funny" where Bucky, Sam, Steve, and Peter unite forces to confuse and concern all the other avengers (with at least one instance where two or all of them respond to something by pretending to jump off a building?) Love you! -Auggie

Does it count as being back on my bullshit if I never left?

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none, unless you need a warning for gen z humor

Pairings: it's still found family hours

Word Count: 2259

Peter’s gonna be honest, he may or may not have some competition for the funniest person in the Tower right now.

Because let’s look at the list here:

Traumatized? Everybody and their private jet’s worth of vintage and designer baggage needs therapy.

Queer? If you think Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, or Sam Wilson is straight, you need to tell them everything they’ve ever done to make you think they’re straight so they can stop doing it immediately.

Superhero? Yeah, okay, shush, now you’re being stupid.

Neurodivergent? Have you seen the way these men behave? Definitely the model of Perfectly Normal Person™, what on earth are you talking about, absolutely 100% Normal™.

The only things he’s still got going for him that the others don’t are high-schooler and trans. That’s not a lot when it comes to the fact that hey, two of them are from the Great Depression—let’s be honest, they’re the OGs when it comes to fatalistic humor—and they’ve all got years of practice.

Sure, Peter’s got some trauma-given raw talent, but it’s not refined by years and years of throwing yourself off of buildings and out of planes to avoid having conversations about your emotions.

The day Aunt Nat dropped all of SHIELD’s files on the Internet and Peter found out that Steve yeeted himself out of a plane—without a parachute!—to avoid Nat’s prodding about getting a date was the best day of his fucking life.

“Don’t you go stealing my moves there, kid,” Steve had scolded playfully, winking over the rim of his mug.

“Try and stop me, I dare you.”

“And this is why,” Tony had sighed, looking every bit his 79 years—“Hey!”—as he watches this interaction go down, “you have a parachute built into your suit.”

“I’ll just wear my old one, don’t worry about it.”

“That heinous thing that’s just a cut-up old hoodie and goggles? Peter, no, that thing is being held together with safety pins and hope!”

“I mean, me too, so it’s fine.”

“Peter!”

“Also, like, it’s the one I almost got crushed to death in, so it’s got the emotional trauma seasoning already.”

“Wait—“ Bucky had sat up— “you almost got crushed to death by a building? Sheesh, kid, you’re really flirting with the reaper, huh.”

“It wasn’t so bad, I had training from the years and years of carrying the weight of my sins crawling on my back.”

“At least ask Death for his number next time, he’s not returning my calls.”

“Sergeant, I swear to God—“

“Actually, Death uses they/them pronouns, I asked when I met them last weekend.”

“What the fuck did you do last weekend?”

“Really? Oh cool, well, can you get their number for me? We had a date back in ’45 that they missed.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.”

“Tony, why are you screaming? Not keeping dates is a very serious matter.”

“Trust me, I speak from experience, Tony, it’s not a good habit to get into.”

“You should respect your elders and not scream while we’re talking to you, mister.”

“All of you shut the fuck up.”

See? On one hand, it’s great to have more partners in this venture of making Tony’s hair turn grey—he’s that age, it’s bound to happen any time soon now— “One more crack about my age, kid, I swear.” — but on the other hand, Peter is seriously losing his massive lead on funniest person in the Tower.

The other thing he’s worried about is Sam’s ability to make it so the others can’t actually worry about him.

Because—listen, Sam Wilson is a fucking national treasure and all you fuckers better acknowledge that. It’s no secret that the Captains take turns going out with the shield, all of them answer to ‘Captain America’ because that’s what they are, but no one—and Peter will never say this under threat of death because he does not need any more of the Steve Rogers’ Puppy Dog Eyes™, thank you very much—no one does it better than Sam.

And that means that Sam fucking Wilson can turn a fatalistic, self-deprecating joke into a motivational speech that doesn’t feel disingenuous or cliché at all and everyone is too busy processing the philosophical revelations they’re having to scold him for his, frankly, outstanding sense of humor.

It’s not fair and Peter can’t do it.

He tried. Once.

Didn’t go very well.

No, he’s not gonna talk about it, let’s just move on.

Sam has offered to catch him a couple of times when he gets himself a little too deep into the Mamma Spider™ or Iron Dad™ trap of feeeelings, and he gratefully scoots out of the way when Sam sits down next to him and just makes another joke.

Sam is also a fantastic role model for the brand of ‘I’m going to the store and only have twenty bucks, stop asking for your will to live back’ jokes.

“Hey, Pete!”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go, bodega run.”

“Can we pick up some hopes and dreams, too, all of those got scribbled out in fat red Sharpie yesterday.”

“I said bodega run, not Court of Miracles run.”

“But Sam~”

“Listen, kid, if you manage to find your hopes and dreams in this bodega, keep an eye out for your childhood innocence, that might be on the next shelf over.”

“Deal.”

“Do you two need some more therapy appointments?”

“Only got fifteen bucks, man.”

“I’m literally a billionaire!”

Peter eagerly studies under this pinnacle of humor and keeps his worries to himself.

Because if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and Peter’s sense of humor is wonderful, but he is a tad intimidated by the amount of variety the others have got going for them.

“You’re a fucking terror, Spider-ling, that’s what you are.”

“Not true! I was ‘a pleasure to have in class.’”

“Oh, is that why you’re taking ‘Little Shit’ lessons from Barnes and Rogers?”

“And Sam! Don’t forget Captain Wilson, he is an invaluable part of this team. I’m surprised at your ignorance.”

“Pete—no, that’s not—“

“I’m ashamed for you, Mr. Stark.”

“Listen here you little shit—“

Anyway…

Steve and Bucky have a habit of telling these like, really awful jokes that have Peter in stitches for half an hour. It’s not fair and he doesn’t get why they’re so funny because they aren’t, and yet here he is, laughing anyway.

It’s probably some combination of Steve’s perfected innocent face that he wears when he has to do interviews and Bucky’s habit of not giving a single solitary fuck. But they’re able to make the worst jokes with completely serious expressions and it’s not fair.

“Hey, can you guys come help me with something?”

“Sure, Peter,” Steve says instantly, bounding over with his 95-year-old Golden Retriever energy as Bucky trails behind him like a cat that’s sitting in your lap because he wants to, not because he likes you or anything, “what’s up?”

“I have a history project on WWII due tomorrow and I haven’t started it yet.”

Bucky snorts, taking a swig of coffee and sitting down on the floor. Which, same. “You got your eulogy planned?”

“Drafted, sighed, notarized, but Aunt May said no so I gotta do this.”

“Well, if Aunt May says no then I guess that’s that.”

Tony, from far away in another part of the Tower, has a sickening feeling that May Parker has once again proven that she is the most powerful parent and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“I, um,” Peter mumbles, fidgeting with his pen, “I want to be respectful of your boundaries, and if you don’t want to talk about anything then—“

Because it’s one thing for someone to make jokes about their trauma and another for someone else to go poking and prodding at it.

“Hey,” Steve interrupts softly, nudging him with his knee, “first off, thank you for saying that and we appreciate your respect, but we got you. You worry about enough, sweetheart, let us take care of ourselves.”

Peter gives him a look.

“When it comes to this,” Steve amends, having the decency to look a little sheepish, “we’ll take care of ourselves.”

Bucky scoffs. “Uh-huh.”

“We will, Buck.”

“My therapist will be real happy to hear that.” He looks up at Peter and winks. “Besides, what good is our trauma if we don’t pin it up and display it for good grades?”

Peter huffs, the joke undercut a little by the way Bucky knocks his foot against Peter’s and Steve’s arm stretches over the couch behind him.

Peter has to resist the urge to lean his head onto Steve’s shoulder, because then Steve’s hand will come up and ruffle his hair and Peter’s eyes will droop slowly closed as he loses himself in the warmth and safety of Steve’s embrace and then Steve will lean down to press a kiss to his temple and—

Right. Homework.

“What’s it on specifically,” Bucky asks, clearly spotting the temptation on Peter’s end, “home front? Overseas? Time period?”

“Uh, it’s an analysis of total war.”

“Like, how much of the country was devoted to the war effort?”

“Yeah, basically. It’s talking about how the Nazi War Machine made their war total and how that extends to a lot of other countries, but also about the reasons why the war was fought—“

They delve into a conversation about total war, Peter pointing out how Italy’s motivation for territory keeps it from being a total war on their part, Bucky speaking to how the different dynamics worked in various countries and the fallout, Steve bringing up how much of the home front was devoted to bringing attention to the war being fought overseas. Then, of course, as is inevitable, they devolve into storytelling.

Peter’s notebook—with notes! He did his job!—is set aside as he gives in to the need to let Steve cuddle him on the couch. Come on, the man is warm and big and gives good hugs, how is he supposed to not? Bucky sprawls out on the floor, leaning back on his hands as he smiles fondly.

“You know,” he remarks casually, “I fought a Nazi in my pajamas once.”

Peter blinks sleepily. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, though how he got in my pajamas, I have no idea.”

Peter snorts. Then he giggles. Then he’s collapsing into Steve’s side, positively sobbing with laughter.

It’s not funny.

It’s really not that funny.

But here he is, fucking dying, and he doesn’t even have the wherewithal to welcome the sweet embrace of oblivion.

“Okay, note to self,” Bucky murmurs when he’s calmed down a little, wiping away tears, “sleepy spider likes corny jokes.”

“Just don’t break our baby spider, Buck, Momma Spider would kill you in cold blood.”

“Listen, if Natasha Romanoff kills me, don’t prosecute. That’s on me.”

Peter can’t do corny jokes. He really can’t. He just sounds like he’s a recording so old it’s unintelligible and it’s bad. He has a reputation to maintain here!

However, there is one sense of humor that Peter is very eager to learn and adopt, and hey, it might actually be Iron Dad™ Approved!

It’s a rookie mistake, asking Bucky Barnes for a hand, but in his defense, Peter was left unsupervised and was distracted.

“Hey, Bucky, can you give me a hand?”

“Sure thing, Peter.”

Something nudges his arm and he looks down. It’s Bucky’s metal arm, bumping up against his elbow.

It’s a cheap joke. It’s bad. It does not deserve Peter’s laughter.

He snorts anyway.

“That’s on me,” he says after a second, “you know what, that’s my fault.”

“What, is this not what you meant?”

“No, no, you’re fine.” Peter scruffs a hand through his hair. He looks down at the prosthetic again. “Well, that’s disarming.”

Now it’s Bucky’s turn to snort. “You gotta hand it to me, though, it’s a good joke.”

Oh, it’s on.

“No, no, of course, I understand. You really can’t let an opportunity like that slip through your fingers.”

Steve chokes on his next sip of coffee. “Stop making the kid shoulder the burden of making puns with you.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Don’t palm this off on someone else, Steve, you’re as bad as he is.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” Peter shrugs. “You just gotta knuckle-down and find the right one.”

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to reach for puns?” Bucky hefts his arm.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say a lot.”

“Jeez, Pete, good one.”

“What, are you not finding them humerus?”

Sam’s gone, Steve shortly after. Bucky just grins proudly at him.

Then there’s a massive thunk from behind them. Peter turns around to see Tony slamming his forehead into the counter.

“You are all going to kill me,” he mutters, glaring up at them, “all three of you.”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Stark, Captain Barnes would never hurt you.”

Tony raises a skeptical eyebrow.

“After all,” Peter grins, gesturing to Bucky who is doing a very good innocent face—he must’ve been taking notes from Steve— “look at him, he’s completely armless.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker—“

Okay, so maybe it’s not Iron Dad™ Approved.

Oh, well.

[surveysonfleek]

1583.

Do you own any knee-high boots? i don’t actually. it probably wouldn’t suit me. Do you like swimming in lakes? eh, i think i’ve only ever done that once in my life. Have you ever tubed down a river? no :( bucket list though! Have you ever kissed a dog on the mouth? nah. Are you accident prone? no, thankfully.

How many squares of toilet paper do you use at a time? haha like 5-6? Have you ever had acupuncture done to you? nope, wouldn’t mind trying it though. Are you a menace to society? definitely not. i keep to myself most of the time. Do you eat regurgitated bee food? i’m assuming this means honey. honestly, i’m not a massive fan of honey. i only ever put them in smoothies. Do you play hopscotch? yeah when i was like, 5. Are you jealous of beautiful people? jealous isn’t the right word. i was watching a youtube video of megan fox getting ready for the met and i just wonder what it would feel like to be that beautiful lol. Are you foolish and naive? not anymore. Do you play with the food on your plate? nope. food is for eating! Do you know any eunuchs? i think i know what that means but im also too lazy to google it When you were born was the umbilical cord wrapped around your neck? no Drums or flute? hmm flute What do you dread? work, always lol What do you look forward to? weekends! Have you ever taken a mud bath? nope, just mud masks Can you twist your tongue upside down? what about sideways? i can do both. i cant do that weird clover thing some people do though Have you ever tried to photograph a ghost? hell no Do you have nude photos of yourself posted on the internet? haha no, i hope not Do you have a guilty conscience? yes Would you enter a burning building to save a kitten? ughh i have no idea how id act in the moment. me right now would say no but ya never know Are you considered “normal”? if u mean boring, then yeah haha Do you want to skydive? nope Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John? john, i have a close friend named john Do you like avocados? loooove Have you ever been told that you talk too much? not really, it would be so rude if someone were to tell me that as an adult lmao What’s the worst name you’ve ever been called? ugly lol, im sure i could think of worse Do you like to party? back in the day haha Do you like to clean? i dont but i feeeel the need to do it. it also satifies me What did you learn today? is it bad if i say... nothing? Have you ever been hazed by an upperclassmen? nah

[sxlver-sweet]

bruh i'm about to throw hands at all those anons seriously wtf is wrong with people? if you don't like someone's writing then just go fuck off instead of making them feel like they're bad at it (especially when you're clearly not). or better yet why don't those bastards write their own fics if they have a problem with how you do it. stop projecting your own self-hatred because of how much of a loser you are on to others.

arba, i swear you are like one of the best writers i have come across on this app so please don't let the hate get to you. i wish i was online when it happened but i am sending you hugs and kisses now. make sure you drink your water and have some rest!! i'd say it's not even worth responding to such anons because clearly they have nothing better to do.

right??? they’re so rude for what???

and thank you, arya darling. you always know what to say :) and don’t worry about not being around when it happened!! everyone leads their own lives and has other things to do! your affections have definitely reached me, too <3 i can feeeel the looooove, and i’m sending my own right back to you!! 🤍🤍

and you’re right, they really aren’t even worth responding to. i do get a kick out of watching them act like pussies and hide behind anonymity, but they really don’t deserve my time.

[liliesoftherain]

My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 13 Midoriya vs Todoroki

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A/N: Here’s the next part!! I know I said next part would have Mc vs Tokoyami BUT I felt like this was an important part to have, and I wanted you guys to focus on it so I made it shorter than I was originally going for.  Let me know what you guys think! 

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“Good luck Deku, you’ll do great.” 

Once the tense atmosphere settled, Izuku spoke up saying he was going to sit in the waiting room to prepare for his battle. 

You gave him a small smile and a wave and he felt his cheeks heat up at your words, knowing that you weren’t lying to him. He gave you a large smile back, hoping it didn’t look too dorky, and off he went.

You watched as he walked off, before looking towards your right side at Iida, who had a concerned look on his face.

“Iida?”

“I hope Uraraka will be alright.” He spoke out, voicing his concerns.

“She’s strong, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” You gave him a slight smile, hoping your words provided a little comfort.

“I do agree with you there, however I just hope there wasn’t too much damage done.”

“Yeah, he really roughed her up!” Kaminari jumped into the conversation, shaking his head in false disappointment. 

“He was kinda playing a false villain, must’ve been tough to hear all the boos from the crowd.” Sero spoke up from beside Kaminari, who nodded along to everything he said.

“Thankfully it was cleared up, because it’s ignorant to believe Bakugou would go easy on Uraraka We’re all training to be heroes, plus she’s not frail.” You said thoughtfully.

“Even if it all was because of who he was up against, he made a really convincing bad guy-”Tsuyu was cut off by angry shouts.

“Shut up you idiots, or else! Who said you could talk about me while I wasn’t there huh?”

“Bakugou dude,” Kaminari turned his head to look at Bakugou who just walked in, wearing a scowl, “Really though, I don’t understand how you were able to aim a powerful blast at a girl like that. I couldn’t help but hold back against that Shiozaki.”

“Kaminari she murdered you.” You pointed out.

His head snapped towards you, hurt swirling in his puppy dog eyes.

“Can’t you just let me have this!?”

“No,” you laughed, “because she totally kicked your butt, and you should let her have that win! She earned it you know. Just like how Bakugou earned his win against Ochako, even though she put up a good fight.”

“Why wouldn’t I have won, shitty girl!?” Bakugou hissed at you.

“Yeah, what’s up with that Kaminari, I bet Uraraka could’ve won against you too, she’ll have you dumb in two seconds.” Jiro laughed while mocking Kaminari’s overcharged face, thumbs up with her tongue out.

“WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN?”

“Oh look Kirishima’s on the field!” Mina pointed out, ignoring Denki’s cries.

“WHOOHOOO! Before we head onto the second round, we have a manly score to settle! Let’s see who the true winner of the 7th match will be! Kirishima or Tetsutetsu! Who ever wins this arm wrestling match will move on! LET’S GOOO!”

The two boys got in position and activated their quirks, a cinder block underneath them acting as the table. It only lasted for about two minutes, but it felt like 2 hours. They were holding each other steady until you saw Tetsutetsu had lost his grip, letting Kirishima smack his arm down in a victory.

“Kirishima is the winner! Add him to the bracket!”

You clapped, yelling in praise for the redhead once Midnight announced his victory.

“Now we’ve got a full roster for the next round of the tournament, let’s get the party started now ya dig?”

You sat up in your seat a little bit more, feeling anxious at the fight that was about to go on below you. 

Midoriya and Todoroki. 

It was nerve wracking when you thought back to their conversation, and you found your eyes searching for Bakugou. He was the only other person who knew the true intentions of this fight, what this really meant to them. 

Bakugou’s eyes locked onto yours and all you did was stare. You didn’t know if he understood what you were trying to convey with just a simple look, but the way he gave you a single nod made you feel better. So you grinned back, then a voice popped up.

“So, the match hasn’t started yet? What are you staring at (y/n)?”

You snapped your head to look at Ochako who walked out on the first row, giving you a strange look. 

“What-oh, hey. How are you doing?” You changed the topic.

“I’m good!”

“Something terrible has happened to your eyes! You should go get that checked out by Recovery Girl.” Iida cut in, jaw opened wide.

“I already did, this is from something else.”

“Oh, Of course.. If I were in your position, I’d be very frustrated too.” 

“Just know you fought bravely,” You looked over Iida as she had sat down on his right, “like I said before, you may have lost the match but you have won in other ways.”

“Yeah but..”

“There’s no time to wallow,” Tokoyami’s voice cut through her pitiful words, “Use this next match as a source of encouragement.”

“You guys are right, I will!” She nodded, thanking you all.

“So wise..” Iida sighed.

 “I CAN FEEEEL THE ANTICIPATION IN THE STANDS! AND THAT’S BECAUSE THE SECOND ROUNDS FIRST MATCH IS GOING TO BE EPIC! It’s the guy who won his first rounds by a landslide and literally left half of the audience frozen! Hero courses class 1-A, Shoto Todoroki! Verses! The kid who almost walked out of his first match, but made a good comeback by showing us his impressive moves!  Hero courses class 1-A, Izuku Midoriya!”

“How do you guys think this will go?” Iida asked.

“It all really depends on whether or not Midoriya can get in close.” Tokoyami spoke, giving his take while staring intently down below

“That’s just it, how can he dodge all the ice?” Ochako wondered, 

“He doesn’t have to dodge it really, just blow it away.” You mumble.

“Blow it away?” She looks at you.

“With his quirk, I mean it wouldn’t be smart for him to do it that way..”

“Because every time he uses his quirk, he breaks.” Tokoyami finished for you. 

You nodded at him, but you looked away from his gaze feeling uneasy. You had to go up against him sooner rather than later, and nerves for that match outweighed the ones from your fight with Mina. 

You just weren’t sure what a weakness of his could be, he was too strong.

“Both of these heroes in training have been front runners in the sports festival, but which one of rivals will advance to the next round! Get ready, you’ll have to watch and find out! BEGIN!”

You looked back at the match, watching as they started immediately. Izuku using a huge wave of power to blast back Todoroki’s ice, you winced, seeing the bruised and broken finger. You watched as Todoroki only maintained his place in the arena by placing ice behind his body, smart thinking.

You might have to learn from that.

“Oh crap! I’m missing it!” Kirishima’s voice broke you from your thoughts, turning to see him run into the stands.

“Hey good job making it into the second round Kirishima!” Denki grinned.

“Thanks man! Looks like I take down Bakugou next!”

“I’ll kill you.” 

You laughed, feeling embarrassed once eyes looked over at you.

“Don’t laugh yet!” Kirishima pointed at you, “You’re my next target! It’s so unmanly always having you beating me! So get ready!”

“That’s only if I win against Tokoyami,” You look at said boy, who only looked back at you.

“It’ll be a difficult match, one that I am looking forward to.”  He said before turning away.

Difficult for him? You wondered why he’d say that.

“Either way, I’m still going to take you down! Man to man!”

“I’m a girl, Eijirou.”

“So? Girls are manly!”

“Then, does that make Bakugou manly?” Kaminari laughed as the blonde glared, however keeping his focus on the match below.

“Shut up, I’ll kill you too.”

“But seriously! It’s crazy how both you and Todoroki have moves that blast the whole stadium! Must be pretty nice..” Kirishima sighed.

“Plus, you don’t have to pause between attacks.” Sero huffed.

“It’s not as easy as you think, ya morons. If you overuse your muscles you risk tearing them apart. If you sprint too much you run out of breath. Quirks are physical abilities too, they can get worn out. You can’t just use them nonstop.”

“It makes sense when you put it that way,” Kirishima muttered, “I wonder if that’s how Midoriya thinks he’s going to beat Todoroki.”

“Deku always has some sort of plan,” You throw in with a grin looking back onto the battle, “But Todoroki is really powerful too, it’ll be a crazy fight! One hell of an endurance match that’s for sure, see which one breaks first.”

“I think Midoriya is already a bit broken, Hakamata.” Kaminari snickers, talking about Izuku’s fingers.

Bakugou tsk’d, eyes narrowing even more while his arms tensed at the way you were praising the others. He glanced over at you for a moment, and saw how wide your eyes were. The battle below having your complete attention, how interested you looked. He didn’t care what the hell you thought was cool or not, you could do whatever the fuck you wanted. His eyes snapped back to the fight below to see Deku throw a punch, a huge gust of air pressure following. His jaw tightened, he didn’t need to focus on what you were thinking during his match with Uraraka, no, he needed to focus on that damn Deku.

When Todoroki rose up from his walls of ice, you bit your lip in anticipation. Izuku’s arm now looked badly bruised, and it was most likely due to a fractured or broken bone because of his power. Todoroki looked fine, like he was ready for such an attack. Just when he sent off another wave of ice, just when you thought it was over, Deku counter attacked.

You gasped in shock, seeing how Todoroki skid back a few steps, the ice wall he had been using was breaking as he did. Even while he tried to create more, they only continued to burst apart until he barely managed to catch himself at the edge.

The battle continued, blow after blow the two fought and you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Both were on their guards, and while the fight held passion, you could tell they were slowing down.

Especially Todoroki, you stared on in worry at his sluggish movements, this wasn’t like him. You knew the frost covering his body must have some reason to do with it. You thought back to the conversation he had with Midoriya and you concluded it had to be because of his father. There was no other reason why he wouldn’t give it his all.

They started a conversation down below, and it wasn’t hard to miss it. It almost made you cry at how strong Izuku’s resolve was, and how beat down Todoroki seemed. You may not know exactly what Todoroki had gone through, but you were possibly one of the only people who could come close.

At least you escaped your ‘hero’, Todoroki was still unfortunately living with his.

“IT’S YOURS! YOUR QUIRK, NOT HIS!”

The arena lit up with flames, so bright and hot you could feel the immense heat from where you were. 

“Amazing..” You said breathlessly, watching the flames dance around the area. The warmth spreading through your body felt cozy, and you were surprised at the fact it wasn’t overbearing.

It was pleasant.

Until a booming voice broke the sounds of battle, Endeavor speaking to Shoto as if he were nothing more than a weapon. You grit your teeth, anger coursing through your veins causing you to stand.

“Endeavor suddenly shouts words of encouragement? What uh, a doting father?”

“Doting father my ass.. More like a monster.” You felt eyes on you but you couldn’t stop yourself from running to the rail and yelling.

“SHOW EVERYONE YOU’RE YOUR OWN PERSON TODOROKI! YOU’RE NOBODY’S PUPPET! SHOW THAT BASTARD HOW YOU’LL BEAT THIS ALL ON YOUR OWN.”

Your body was shaking, from past memories and from anger on his behalf. You didn’t care if at this point Todoroki knew you were listening in on him before, or if your classmates were giving you weird looks, or even if your dad heard your shouts. He’d know why. You didn’t even care that you were getting a piercing stare from Endeavor, the only thing that mattered was that smile from the boy below.

All you wanted was for Todoroki to know that he had people on his side, someone who knows that he is great all on his own with no help from anyone.

The ending was as you expected, large and loud. They went at each other full force, cement flying everywhere as the air pressure was too much to handle from your standing position. You were trying to hold onto the railing but your grip loosened, causing you to yelp as you slid back till you fell into the seats, Iida immediately trying to help make sure you weren’t hurt. You paid him no mind, staring in shock until the air pressure faded and the arena stood still with a bated breath. You gulped, the slight pain in your back forgotten as you tried to see through the abundant amount of smoke.

“What happened just now? What the heck is up with your students?”

“The air around the ring had been thoroughly cooled down and then rapidly expanded when heated up.”

“Wait, that’s what caused the explosion!? How hot did that fire get! Jeez, I can’t see a thing, is the match still going on or what?”

Once it cleared up a bit, you saw Izuku leaning up against the wall outside of the ring, slumped over till he fell flat on the ground.

“There! Midoriya is.. out of bounds! Todoroki wins! He advances to the third round!”

You saw Shoto standing in the arena and couldn’t believe your eyes. You knew this was going to be a great match, but you didn't realize just how good it was going to be. They both put up a great fight, and you felt for both boys.

Izuku for not winning, but also for Todoroki who had won, despite what he said about not using his fireside. You saw Izuku being taken away on a stretcher and stood back up, intending on going to Recovery Girl’s office.

“Hakamata where are you going? Uraraka?” Iida asked, watching as Ochako stood up alongside you.

“To see Deku right?” She asked you, and all you did was nod.

“Then let me accompany you both!” Iida stood as well, his frame towering over you both.

“Me too, kero.” Tsuyu walked out of the stands with the rest of you.

You guys quickly made your way to the office, not even bothering to knock as you slid the door open.  A chorus of your shared shouts filled the room, startling the man inside who was standing along his bedside. 

You stared in confusion, knowing that this man looked familiar in some way, but you were unsure of what to think.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you sir.” Ochako bowed her head in respect at the man, who just gave a shaky wave back.

“Oh, uh, yea.” He turned and made eye contact with you, and you must’ve still had a look on your face because he jumped and turned back to look at Izuku.

“He is in no state for visitors.”

“Ugh, hey you guys. Shouldn’t you be watching the matches?” Midoriya cracked open an eyes, and gave a wobbly smile.

Relief flooded your system, causing you to forget the man.

“The arena was far too damaged, so they had to take a quick break for repairs.” Iida answered.

“That was a scary match Deku!”

“It was really something else to watch, kero.”

“Yeah Izuku, that was a pretty awesome battle. Even if you didn’t win, you were amazing.” You smiled at him.

His lips went wider at your praise, even though it hurt to be smiling this big, he couldn’t help it. Although he heard your shouts of encouragement for Todoroki, wasn’t he doing the same thing? He couldn’t feel upset over something he was trying to accomplish.

“Th-thanks, heh.” He winced as he moved, causing Recovery Girl to tsk as she began to shoo everyone away.

You gave a tiny smile, filled with relief and a bit of distress.

“You’re reckless, but you’ve got guts Deku. Just, try not to get hurt so much okay?” You laughed as he pouted at you, letting yourself be guided out with the others. 

Izuku watched you go, ignoring the looks he was getting from his mentor. He had other issues to deal with right now, no matter how much he wanted to focus on you-he wouldn't let himself get distracted.

“I’m sorry…”

[imnotwolverine]

The marriage pact - Homeboy

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 19 | Part 20 Homeboy | Part 21 >

Disclaimer: Bit of boyish teasing and making out in the kitchen

Author’s note: 🎶CAnnnnn you feeeel the love tonighttttt 🎶- I woke up with the most suitable song for this chapter in my head. Good morning everyone! 

Word count: 2.164

(Link to my Masterlist)

Dear readers,

In previous relationships big topics like; Will this last? Or; Do you want to settle down or just test the water? - were the kind of conversations I barely had until much later in the relationship. People these days have so many options when it comes to dating that speaking of things that even remotely feel like true commitment, are pushed away for at least the first few months. A simple brush over the topic of kids is fun. But what if that topic can’t wait? And if your date is okay with all that, what will people around you think?

Now, I praise myself the luckiest of Alice’s, because my chocolate cake is daddy material by every meaning of the word. And I mean..every meaning of the word - I know you’re reading this chocolate cake. And I’m glad I can confide in all things of the heart, even if was pretty scary to bring up such topics as mentioned earlier.

So, now here we are; now what? Just..go for it? Or..still go the traditional route? Being the odd ball for so long I don’t really feel like we should be bending too much to the expectations of the people around us, and yet I care about their opinions and fears all the same.

It is, dear readers, time for the talk.

Are you ready chocolate cake?

Ali

‘Don’t worry.’ Henry sniffled, feeling my hand near squishing his hand from the nerves that were working through my system. We were having dinner with both our parents. Not a completely weird thing really, especially since they were such very good neighbours, but the true reason for inviting them both for dinner at this cute seaside restaurant wasn’t just for neighbourly affairs. And I was one to totally overthink the whole situation and make myself crazy in the head for it.

Was it too soon? 

‘There they are.’ Henry smiled and got up from his chair, waving happily at his mom, whom was followed by Colin, her husband and both my parents. Such good neighbours they even travelled together. Swallowing back the rest of my nerves I also moved my chair back and got up, my hands quickly rubbing off my clammy palms on my dress.

‘Oh sweet babies! You look so good.’ Marianne beamed, instantly moving to rearrange Henry’s stubborn curl that always tended to flop back over his forehead. ‘Momm..’ He softly grumbled, making his father laugh heartily. ‘Mitchel was just talking about this new hair growing shampoo he got..so who knows..next up she’ll be doing it with him too hahahah.’ - ‘Oi Colin! No need to share ‘em secrets just yet. I thought it’d be a fancy little surprise for summer. Me..long flowing hair..a fantastic beard..’ My dad rubbed his hand expectantly over his balding head and we all laughed.

‘Sit down, sit down. Please.’ Henry smiled, gesturing at the chairs around the table and before long we were all seated and a first glass of wine was poured. Beneath the table I could feel Henry’s slightly nervously shifting leg against mine, our hands closely entangled. It was a relief to know he was just as nervous. It all seemed silly, but still. We loved our parents and it mattered what they thought and felt. 

From the look on my mom’s face I knew that she knew - not that it surprised me, she practically always seemed to eavesdrop. Then my dad, whom was still joking about with Colin. And Marianne, her eyes piercing into mine, lips casually sipping on her wine. She raised an eyebrow and I swallowed.

But, before I had even gathered the courage to speak up, Henry had already taken the lead, his warm voice breaking up the banter between our two dads. ‘Mom, dad, Mitchel, Elaine.’ He smiled. ‘Thank you so much for joining us.-‘ ‘Always son!’ Colin beamed, raising his glass. ‘Thanks dad haha. Uhm..’ He looked at me, his eyes lovingly searching mine. ‘We are both so very glad to have you as our parents..and see you get along so well. It makes it easier for us to..’

‘ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?!’ My mom blurted out, already squeezing her hands in excitement before Henry could even finish his sentence. Okay, scratch my previous assumption: mom had no clue. Henry blinked at my mom, then burst out laughing. I felt my cheeks flush up bright red.

OH MOM..please..for the love of god. Be-HAVE.

I wish I could just melt into my seat, disappear from the others amused smiles. Especially Marianne’s, her charming blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

‘Hahah..well..Elaine, though I absolutely intend to..ask your daughter that some day..’ He widened his eyes. ‘..perhaps first things first.’ He looked back at me and sniffled as I gave my mom a most exasperated look. ‘We are actually planning on moving in together.’

‘Oh..’ My mom gulped, then chuckled, her hand quickly reaching for her glass of wine. ‘..and babies?’ She said softly, almost teasingly, before quickly taking a sip.

‘MOMMM.’ I gasped, making her chuckle like a giddy schoolgirl. ‘Oh please..’ She raised her wine glass for a toast. ‘..do not mind me. It’s the wine.’ She winked at Marianne who laughed in turn, both women clinking glasses together.

‘Incorrigible..’ Henry murmured, sniffling ever so slightly as we watched both our dads and moms having equal fun and loving banter.

After Marianne and my mom put down their glasses again, Marianne scraped her throat, her brow furrowed in thought. ‘I eh..actually heard the Jones’s are moving out.’ She said casually, looking at Colin who nodded due-fully at his wife. ‘Correct.’ He hummed. ‘It’s a nice house, too.’ She smiled at me and Henry.

The hint was clear; the Jones’s house was just another 200 meters further up the road from where both our parents lived. Henry smiled at me and I felt my heart do another swift and fluttery somersault. Would he like that? Living so close to..? I mean..it wasn’t like we couldn’t stand our parents. We loved them, truly. I could have probably easily found a new apartment by now - but I didn’t. He could have been in his Mews home - but he wasn��t.

‘We could take a look.’ I nodded slowly at Henry, to which his smile only grew. ‘Sounds like a plan.’

—

‘So..yea..we got the house!’ Henry smiled at Piers, the oldest of the Cavill sons munching away on some Christmas chocolates while nodding in shared enthusiasm. ‘Twats gwreaat.’ He mumbled with a full mouth, making Marianne swat his arm. The rest of the family looked up for a moment, some smiling, others mere raising an amused eyebrow.

No matter how old the boys would get, they would always remain boys in the eyes of their mother.  

I snickered and snuggled into Henry’s chest, watching the rest return to their conversation. Piers, Simon, their wives and kids had all joined for Christmas dinner, and though I had often heard Henry talk about such events, it was quite special to be a part of it for the first time. I had known these boys from when they could barely walk and talk, so it was all the more fun to see how, despite having grown up, they still had some quirks from their childhood selves.

Henry being overbearingly caring for everyone. Piers forgetting his manners whenever good food was around. Simon always having to go the bathroom when dinner was just about ready. Some things never change. And others? I looked at Henry, his eyes quickly peeking back at me. Some things do change.

We had survived our summer fling. For the first time ever.

‘So what’s next hmm?’ Simon intermingled into the conversation, him and his wife situated at the couch opposite of ours, the fireplace on our left, his right. ‘Well eh..’ Henry started, but was soon interrupted by Piers. ‘Come on then Henners! House, wife, kids, it’s no secret you want that, huh?’ He teased, poking his younger brother in his ribs. Henry flinched slightly, giving his mom a look that screamed; “Please mom, make them stop”.

But Marianne only sniffled, hiding behind her glass of red wine and watching her kids go about like the good old days. Yes, some things don’t change indeed.

Henry sighed and looked back at me again, the other two clinking their glasses as if celebrating victory - a moment in which they missed the silent glimmer of sadness that suddenly had taken a hold of Henry’s eyes. I felt my stomach flip, not in a good way, and sat up a little. Henry swallowed and quickly made a smile reappear on his lips when his two older brothers sank back down in their seats.

I quickly emptied my wine glass and scraped my throat. ‘I eh..am going to fetch us a new bottle of wine. Anyone anything else?’ I looked around but everyone seemed content enough as it is, even the kids not wishing for more hot coco like I half expected. Only Colin shot up; ‘Oh I can do it too dear, please!’ - ‘Oh no. Please Colin. I’m sure Henry can help me out, right?’ I looked over my shoulder at Henry and he got the hint, also sitting up a bit. ‘Yes, why of course. Ladies first.’ He gestured me to proceed into the hallway.

—

Moving into the kitchen, Kal hot on our heels (expecting food), Henry sighed, his arms circling around me even before we could make it to the cellar. Without words needed I curled into the warmth of his arms, feeling his head dip down to rest in the crook of neck. I was feeling all kinds of worried at that moment. Was something wrong? Did I miss some signs? Did I..-?

‘I already can’t stand the idea of having to miss you again.’ He whispered, hugging me even tighter into his chest.

And then I realised what this was about. After Christmas he had to fly out to shoot a new movie again. This time all the way over in Canada. And we still had to wait for the full green light on my hiatus as my employer was looking into a number of candidates, whom were right now writing a test assignment to see if this could work. In the worst case I would have to miss Henry for 3,5 months. About as long as we were together right now.

And that idea was terrifying.

Quietly I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, willing him to feel that I wasn’t going anywhere. That we were doing this. Together.

‘I just feel so bad for being the cause of all ..this..’ He swallowed in the last of his words, sighing harshly. ‘Hen..baby. We can do this okay. See it as some kind of ultimate test for our relationship. If we can survive this, we can survive anything.’ I leaned back a little to look into his eyes. He nodded, moving his head to rest our foreheads together.

‘At least after this shoot my year will be less busy.’

‘Yea.’ I whispered. ‘Thanks for inviting me for Christmas by the way. I hope your brothers aren’t giving you their worst.’ I snickered quietly. Henry sniffled. ‘They’re my brothers. It’s their sole duty to give me their worst. And I love them all the same.’ We both chuckled. Even now I couldn’t quite imagine what it must have been like to grow up with four brothers. I had no brothers or sisters, so whenever I wanted to play as a kid I’d come over to the Cavill’s. A real manly household at that; burping contests, dirty laundry piling way up high, building tree huts with rusty nails.

And poor Marianne trying to keep all of us in check.

’You have lovely brothers - albeit a bit of a teasing bunch every now and then.’ I moved my head back a bit again. ‘Are you okay to go back in there or do you need another..?’

‘Just..’ He captured my lips for a brief, though passionate kiss. ‘..a little moment.’

I hummed in amusement, basking in the warmth of his embrace. ‘That hiatus better be approved …soon.’

‘Yea..It BETTER be.’ He smiled, diving in for a far less family-approved kiss.

‘IEEWWWLLL.’ One of Henry’s nephews had apparently come in to check on us and we both gave him a teasing look.

‘What? Can’t adults kiss?’ Henry chided, making the poor teen roll his eyes in utter disgust.

‘You guys are SOO gross.’ The boy shuddered, quickly moving past us to fetch the cookie jar. Also like the old days. Henry wrapped his arm around me to press one more kiss, albeit far more chaste this time, on my lips. ‘I love you.’ He whispered, just loud enough for the poor teen to shudder even louder.

‘GROSSSSSS.’ He said with utter disgust, quickly fleeing the kitchen before he’d have to see anymore of this sappy adult-stuff.

Henry and I both chuckled.

‘I love you too, silly.’ I winked, then felt Kal push his head in my hand, refusing to be left out after all this making out between his humans. ‘And you three!’  

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