#AND SHE DOES SO MUCH DAMAGE GOD DAMN GIRL

[busymatches]

indestructible wife

#baldur's gate 3 #karlach #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #my art #i genuinly dont think she can die #ive been playing on the medium difficulty and the rest of the party just explodes and shes just chillin #AND SHE DOES SO MUCH DAMAGE GOD DAMN GIRL #thats it im going barb next run

[jujutsukgojo]

Heat of the island chapter 2

Summary:

“Wh-a-you?” He’s breaking up slightly. “The tracker is on, can you trace it?” Shouto grabs your hand. You give it a slight squeeze. “Fo-” Silence, completely deafening silence. Neither you nor Shouto breathed. Shouta Aizawa had been cut off before he could finish what he was saying.  

first chap

tw: Bully, storms, fear. i dont own bnha or the characters.

As the sun sets, you work on the radios. Everyone has left you to complete the tasks of fixing it and to get the plane running. During this time, you notice that it isn’t damaged in the slightest. The outside isn’t even scratched, and the inside is perfect. Is something else amiss or did you fly it better than originally thought?  

Never mind that last part. If you were a good pilot, you’d never be stuck on some God forsakenly beautiful island where the white sand travels long, allowing the gentle movements of the cool water to touch it. This pretty ass island with lush greens and tall shady trees, and the subtle breeze of air that smells so fresh.   

You hate it. You hate all of this stupid nature.  

“Come on, come on.” The radio gives nothing to work with. “Damn it...”   

You wipe your forehead from the sweat. Despite the beauty of the place, the heat is extreme. It has to be a hundred or more.   

“Fuck it.” You take off your shirt and are left with your undershirt that is this close to leaving too if it gets any hotter.  

In just a few hours, what is left of Shouto’s ice quirk has been used the most. From people coming up to him and placing their head on his hand, to him cooling down the plane you are stationed in. Bakugou, who has stripped you of first name rights, glares at him every time he does.  

And no, you don’t miss the looks given to you. Never in your life have you received such judgement when you buried Jay. Were you just supposed to leave him to decompose in the sun? He was gone with no way home.   

Dead. His body completely changed from how you first saw it to look as if he was sleeping. When you laid him to rest, it was exceptionally disturbing since he didn't look dead at all. With each pound of dirt that covered him, the scene looked horrid. Like you were burying him alive. 

Wiping your tears, you continue to work. By this time however, you don’t know if they are tears or beads of sweat as gross as it sounds.  Giving up on the radio for now, you switch to the plane. It hasn’t turned on but physically everything is okay. “It’s gotta be electrical then.”   

  Your plane doesn’t have gas since it is an energy-based plane. At the time, you thought it would be cleaner.   

Damn. The only thing you can think of right now would be to jump it like a battery, leaving Denki to be your human charger. His quirk may not be working perfectly, but little consistent jumps may help this pretty girl.   

 You jump up and run to Denki who is working next to Momo. Right when you exit the plane to call out his name, the black haired genius falls. Everyone gathers around her, trying to fan her as much as they can.  

 Momo has always been one of the healthiest people you’ve ever met. Seeing her faint is not an easy sight. Mina fans her and demands she get water.   Everyone freezes. They didn’t think about that at all. Everyone has been reeling from this and the loss of the use of their quirk, that people forgot about water and food.   

“Oh, I got it!” You run back to the plane to get some supplies. The passengers have their own supply of food and drinks while the pilots have theirs. The supply isn’t much but at least Momo can have something.  

You take a bottle water from the passenger’s supply and run to Momo. Before you leave, you grab the first aid kit that is placed in Recovery Girl’s first doctor bag. You hand the bottle to Mina and watch her open it. Reaching inside the black bag, you feel the smelling salt. It is an old practice but one that Recovery Girl still uses.   

Momo wakes up quickly once she smells the strong salt. Mina gives her the water immediately. “Please drink, Momo.”   

The woman sips on the water. Her black eyes start to become focused. “What happened?”  

“This heat is too dangerous. We have to do something.”   Momo looks at around then her black eyes land on the bag. She turns to you with a warm smile. “Thank you, (Y/n).”  

“No problem,” This heat, this island, is way too much. It is a terrible atmosphere that is making everyone more irritable by the second. For the first time since discovering Jay’s body, you’ve been granted some kind of kindness. “If you’d like, you can come with me to Betty away from the sun.”  

  She shakes her head no. “No, we have so much to do out here that need my attendance.”   

Afterwards, Bakugou’s words to a few others do not go unnoticed. “Funny how she had that the entire time.”   

“Right?” Koda?  

“It makes sense that she does, Bakugou, now stop.” 

  That's just ridiculous. It's not like the plane's supplies were a secret! Like everyone else, you didn’t even focus on all of that. While they were building shelter and scoping out the place, you were doing your own thing to help out. You weren’t hiding or hoarding anything.  

 Running into Denki, you ask him to help you with the radio.   

“Don’t you think he’d be better over here, L/n?” Asks Tsu with a tone that rubs you the wrong way. Snooty? Rude? Condescending or something? It's hard to place but it definitely isn’t good.  

And this is coming from Tsu. The first one to always ask people to call her by her first name. Shoulders lowering, you look at her and answer, “No, I need him for just a minute.”  

As the two of you leave for the plane, someone says, “Check on him soon, I'm serious.” Of course, a few people laughed.   

Denki nervously chuckles. “Haha, not necessary, right, Pilot?” Smiling a little, you assure him that he’s fine and you just need him to give the plane and radio a little juice. “Oh! Okay. Not a lot right? Because I can only do a little.”  

“Trust me, it won’t be much. Even if the radio only starts, you’d be a huge help.”  

His cheeks get a different shade of pink than what the sun gave him. You go to the wall where a hidden compartment is and hand him some sunblock and aloe vera. “I packed it when I was hired to take you guys to the island. I though Jay and I could get a little sun before we took off.”  

He stills and gives his condolences. “I’m so sorry, Pilot. This whole thing is fucked up.” You thank him.   

“Hey, once we’re home, we’ll give him a big send off.” You giggle at the thought. “He was dramatic. He’d love that.”  

 Clearing your throat, you point to the radio. “I just need a little jump. If this works then we just might be saved.”  

Denki focuses on it. Little sparks emit from his hands and onto the device. With ease, the meter moves. “Again.”  

Little happens. “I’m sorry, Pilot.” Shaking your head, you lead him to the controls. “Here, try this.”  

Denki does his best again. “Damn it!” He places his hands on the dash. Rubbing his back, you say, “It’s alright. Betty probably took more of a beating than I'm assuming. It's not you, Denki.”  

“If you need help again, you’ll get me?” There is a smidge of hope in his voice. Eager to please and desperate to get off the island.  

“Absolutely. We need you, Denki.”  

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Night falls on the heroes and one quirkless pilot. The night provides a chill that they relish before it becomes too cold for comfort. Momo orders for them to build a fire. Sticks and branches are in a pile around rocks that were found. Shouto provides little flicks of flames that take too long to catch up. Bakugou begins to get even more irritable. So, you try to provide a solution.  

“Why not just get into the plane?”  

“Not everyone wants to go back in there when you crashed it, (L/n). It's a little fucking traumatizing.” Mina snaps. You look just as surprised as she does. She places her hand on her mouth. “P-Pilot, I'm so sorr-”  

“Some things need to be said.” Eijrou, Kirishima, looks down at the ground in his squatting position. Never had you ever received any kind of hostile treatment from them. Every time they see you, they give you a big kiss and a hug. It was always love with them two.  

Izuku calms everyone down. “The fire is going to kick up any second now. No reason to fight. Pilot, we’re the heroes, okay? We know a little better, that’s all that they meant.”  

Lies. That isn’t what they meant at all. You want to object but the expression on his freckled face is pleading with you to not fight. This is what he thinks is the best course of action. Bakugou’s brows furrow even more. You are sure he'll develop wrinkles soon.  

“Too fucking long!” He sticks his palm up and fires his explosion. At the same time, wind blows. Unexpectedly, it pushes the flames from his quirk to the wrong direction. The flames hit the trees directly. The smoke hits the sky. Like it knew what to do, it sends droplets to the stranded heroes and a single pilot. It's now colder than it was before.

“Why did you do that, Katsuki?! It didn’t work at the training camp so what made you think you could do it now?!” At the mention of the camp, he gets in your face. “Look here you little shit-”  

“Kaachan!” He tells his friend to shut up. Turning back to you, you glare at him fiercely. Kirishima tries to tell you that it isn’t necessary to scold him and that it was worth a shot.   

“Some things need to be said, right?” Kirishima looks at you like you struck him. For a second you feel almost bad for throwing his words back into his face. Then again, who the hell cares right now?  

Everyone stops talking when Bakugou grabs your arms tightly. “Stand the fuck down.” He growls.   

It's scaring you; you admit that. He's bigger and stronger than you. And even though his quirk is only a fraction of what it usually is, it is still lethal. Hell, you’re scared and angry of all of this too! If they can show their emotions, why can’t you?  

“Kaachan, please.” Izuku comes in the fray and tries to separate him from you. “Control the bitch, Deku. I mean it.”   

“This is the shit we have to deal with, everybody. Fucking useless. Thank God we have Momo.” Bakugou yells. Half the people who you thought were your friends, honestly consider his perspective. You're just too suspicious, right? And useless. Who’s to say that the plane isn’t working in the first place. Why go by your word of all things?   

Dread hits your stomach when the assumptions of their thoughts cross your mind. You may not have danger sense but you do have a brain. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that you are in danger.   

Izuku’s One For All’s danger sense is slightly ringing. “No, that can’t be it. I must feel something in the forest.” He whispers.   

He’s in denial.   

You don’t want to sleep outside with them. Like your first mind, the plane ends up being your bed. Izuku decides to sleep with you inside. He tells you it’s because of the cushions. Both of you know it’s because of what happened. Denial is a strong beast, even for the current number one hero.   

In the morning, you peek out the window to see Momo creating small things to give to Asui. The structure is odd. No, you know what it is not even seconds later. It’s a boat. One that won’t hold everyone.  

----

 

The heat is even worse in the morning. The night before seems like heaven compared to this hell. Outside is so hot, you swear you see slight blue rays beating down on everyone. By this time, everyone has stripped down to their knickers. Everyone can be embarrassed later, once they got off this God forsaken island.   

 Ochako comes to you and asks for the supplies you have in the plane. Gladly, you give it to her. Before she leaves, she touches your warm face. “I believe in you, (Y/n).”  

“Why do you say that?” You want to know. For there to be some kind of truth to it. “Because you’re not a liar. You're brave, Pilot. We know who you are. And I trust that.”   

That is all it took to put a smile on your face for what you hope would be forever. Especially when you catch static on the radio. When you hear it you do a happy dance. Static is better than absolutely nothing.  Shouto comes inside to see your dance. You abruptly stop and are about to tell him the good news when he drags you outside. “What’s wrong?”  

“Why did you stay in? It’s past dinner.” You didn’t know about dinner. Oh well. It's not like you wanted to have a meal with them right now. Usually, you’d eat late anyway.  

With a breathy chuckle, you say, “To fix the plane, silly. By the way, I got a static on the radio!  If the radio is working on the plane, then it shouldn’t be long till this baby runs.”  

He uses his right hand to rub your neck. “That’s good, (Y/n).”  

 You hum at the cool sensation. 

That’s when you see that you missed Momo separating rations that you gave them. “ The hell?”  

“You didn’t know?” Turning your head to him, you snap at him. “Now how the fuck would I know about this, Shouto. Why in the hell wouldn’t I be here?”  

He shrugs and pushes you along by your neck. He's being rougher than needed too. Don’t smack him, don’t do it.  

“(L/n)! Here’s yours.” Momo points to the saddest pile of food and water you ever saw. “The audacity...”  

  While everyone has more food, they also have more water. What the hell are you? A cactus or something? “That’s it?”  

“We’re heroes doing all the work so we need more. That and my quirk requires me to eat more than you. You wouldn’t want to take that away, would you?”  

“Pfft, I’m thinking fairly.”  

   “Oh, (L/n). We're heroes. We know better.” You roll your eyes at her. Whatever the hell happened to her is beyond you. Normally, Momo is a fair person who wouldn’t dare have anyone go hungry.   

This sad ass pile of fucking food.  

As you get closer you see what these bitches put in there. A few small water bottles, some crackers, chips, other shit that’ll make you thirsty, and...honey roasted peanuts.  

Your eyes are burning. No one else has peanuts. Just you.  

“We thought since you are fond of them that you would want them.” Momo explains. You stare at the woman sitting on a rock who carries an innocent look on her face. As you study closer, you see the smirk.   

“They’re harmless, (L/n). They won’t kill you.”   

You grab a rock and throw it right at her face.  

---

Idiot Izuku Midoriya catches it in time and Stupid Shouto throws you over his bare, broad shoulder. You slew obscenities that shocked them. Because of the disrespect, you pulled out the thirteen dirty words that Mr. Krabs knew.   

  “Put me down. Put me the fuck down!” You yell as you smack Shouto’s back. Then, you are put down inside Betty. Izuku and Shouto blocked the entrance of the plane.  

 “Go inside and calm down, Pilot.”   

“Get out of my way.”   

“No.” Izuku shifts his weight in order to block you.  

“You’re going to have to move some time.” Going into your sanctuary, you close the door. Although it seems that you acted like a child and slammed their bedroom door, it was really you not wanting anyone to see you cry.   

How could they do that to you? Rub Jay’s death in your face? Jay, your student, your friend, your partner in crime. Someone you knew and cared for so dearly. Someone whose body you discovered. A horrific sight tattooed your mind. Jay’s body is buried here. You had to bury him.  

You bought the peanuts. You left to go to the bathroom.   

 His loss is etched in your soul painfully. It won’t get out, no matter how much you claw your chest.   

  Honey roasted peanuts. You have to eat them since they took the majority of your pile.  

You lay down on your back and place your arms over your eyes. You don’t know how long you cried like that nor do you care. You don’t care how loud you were either. Whether they heard you scream ‘peanuts’ or ‘Jay’ or ‘I’m so sorry’, ‘and I hate you’; you don’t care.   

Because scratching your face and chest and throat isn’t working.

  

You're on your side when you decide to get up. Your head is pounding and eyes are burning but it is nothing in the end.  

 It's quiet outside. There's not a single hum other than the little noises from the birds. Stepping outside, you see Izuku, leaning against the plane. “What’re doing?”  

He jumps up and rubs his neck. “The plane really isn’t comfortable, y’know?”  

“Izuku.”  

  Sighing, “Right. I just, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”  

“And not going to hurt her.” You meant every word you said to her.  

He shakes his hands. “No! No, I mean it. That whole thing was inappropriate and insensitive. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”  

  “I’m fine. I want to shower though.”  

He agrees. “No, not you! I’m talking about me, ha ha.” Rubbing your face, you try to put him at ease. “It’s okay, Izuku.”  

  He releases the breath he was holding. “I’m going to find water.” You leave him and head for the woods or jungle or whatever the fuck it is. You don’t even know or care at this point. “I’ll go with you.”  

   At first you don’t mind or even wonder why he wants to, until the event with the peanuts crosses your mind. Is danger sense telling you something again, Izuku?   

Leaves from the never ending trees provide shade and slight coolness. Any type of relief you’ll enjoy right now. While heading straight, you find a fork made from stones piled on each other. “What?”  

“Is that normal on an island?” You shake your head no. It wouldn't be odd if the rocks didn't feel...weird? There is something unnatural about the formation. “At least I don’t think so. I failed geography. You’ll go one way and I'll go the other?”  

“If you fear anything, call me, okay?” You walk away when he grabs you gently. “I mean it, (Y/n). Please promise me.”  

“I promise, Izuku. I’ll let you know of anything.” He lets you go as the two of you part ways. Your way isn’t as thick as his, but it is bumpier. The trees are actually thinning out as opposed to the previous trek. The stones are laying flatter as you continue to walk.    

“Whatever.” You mutter as you continue to dodge leaves and the occasional bugs. “Why can’t Koda prove himself useful, eh Bakugou? But no. He's gotta help build stupid shit.”  

Ugh, you’re still not over the boat they’re building.  

They must really hate you now. It's fine because Betty will start up again and when she flies, she’ll look over the dipshits stranded in the water.   

In the midst of your anger, you completely miss the random coconut that lay on the ground, causing you to trip. “Ow, my fucking titty...”  

  When you push yourself up is when you see it. A body of water surrounded by sand and rocks, a small waterfall and is filled with pure blue water. In the water are smooth pebbles that are a beautiful shade of brown, the waterfall blends the water with ripples and makes an ever so slight hue of pretty colors in it.   

  Suddenly, the sheer blue light that has been cast upon the island presses against everything. You notice that it disappears depending on the angle of how you look at an object. No matter how many times you rub your eyes, it doesn’t fully leave.   

  It starts to get hotter and hotter. You can’t stand it anymore and just decide to jump in. Whatever is in there be damned. “Izuku, I'm over here! There’s water!”  

It's cool compared to the air. against what you originally thought, it isn’t that deep. The cold water comes to your chest. Your bra is soaked already but who cares? You’re dirty, hot, and smelly.   

Even though there is no soap, you still relish the rinse. Rubbing it all over your body, you sigh in relief. Izuku finds you after a game of Marco-Polo. He's disheveled and covered in dirt. “Come in, the water’s cold!”  

  Like you, he just jumps in.   

Izuku laughs. “Thank God! I can’t stand the heat anymore.”  

“Well, doll, we have this water.” Although the sheer blue light is still here, you note that there is something about this water that isn’t sitting right with you. The smell is so familiar. Ever since you got to the island you’ve been a bit confused, so maybe this is one of those times?

  It's not just you that's off, though. Everyone has been acting different. Especially, your so-called-friends. Ever since their quirks became MIA, it is like they’re different people. The opposites or the extremities of their personalities. You may be a little confused and irritable, you are nowhere as bad as they are. 

Is it also affecting your sense of smell? Your head is already fuzzy, but it isn’t too farfetched for your nose to be wrong.   

“Izuku, there’s something wrong here.” The smell of the water is so, so familiar.  

 “What’d you mean?” He rubs his chest with the water. Trying to not be so distracted you turn away. “There is a really, really, faint blue light. It gets hotter when it comes up. I think there’s something wrong.”  

  He shrugs. “It’s the heat. I noticed it too.” Looking back at him, you ask, “And you’re not curious that it’s here? Or that we might be the only ones to notice?”  

“I’m sure everyone has and just haven’t mentioned it. It’s nothing, (L/n).”   

The fuck?  

“L/n? What happened to Y/n or Pilot?”  

  He comes closer to you. “Are you upset?” He’s acting weird, flirty or annoyed, you can’t tell. “No, just wondering.”   

  “We need to share the water with everyone. That alright with you?” He gets out and stares at you. “Or do you want to stay here?”  

What is with his tone? “What’s wrong with you, Izuku?”   

“Whatever happened to Midoriya?”  

-----

You decide to stay behind while he got everyone else. The light has faded away and the temperature has gotten a tiny bit better. The smell of the water is still familiar and is becoming stronger.   

“Is it a memory or something?”  

“You found water!” Ochako yells. She jumps in before you can tell her it isn’t that deep. “Ow!”   

You can’t help but laugh. She flicks water in your face playfully. This, this is normal. So why is everything changing? Is discomfort that strong of a factor of someone’s personality?  

  Maybe. You didn’t expect it to happen to Midoriya.   

Moving towards the waterfall to avoid everyone else, Denki calls out to tell you ‘good job!’. You give him a thumbs up. You slightly jump at the sound of Asui’s voice.  

“That must be an exit, then.” She stands next to Bakugou to looks to where she points.   

“The backwater-stream thing? Yeah, I think it is.” Asui nods at you but Bakugou looks more annoyed than ever.  

  The stream separates itself from the main water and circles back towards the waterfall. It goes though the rock wall and into the unknown.   

Asui sighs. “Either way, you’re right. This is an exit. It has to lead to the other side.”    

 “I say one of us swims it and finds out.”  

 He studies you intensely. “I’ll go if you’re chicken.”   

Bakugou gets close to you. “You can’t even swim like that, L/n.” You flick water at his chest. “I can to! Doggy style, but it is still swimming!”  

  He rolls his eyes and demands a better idea. “If you don’t trust me, then Asui would be the best one.”  

“I’ll do it. L/n is right. I can hold my breath longer and swim better.” Before anyone can say anything, she is already dunked and in the exit. Bakugou turns his head toward you. His voice is low and steady. “She better be okay.”   

“Shut up, Bakugou.”   

You don’t know how or why. The feeling is bone chilling and hair raising. Asui's screaming echo throughout the island. Everyone is desperate to get to her. She is then pulled away by Momo, who was able to go into it and grab her. She has big tears streaming down her face. Even if everyone is in conflict, you still hate to see her like this.   

  “T-there’s something in there. I can’t describe it! It made me feel awful and just...looked so familiar.” She looks directly at you with horrified eyes. “Almost like you.”  

  Confused you ask what she’s talking about. How can it be? You never moved from your spot. “I don’t know! It reminded me of you, I guess. Not exactly...I’m sorry, just can’t describe it. I know it wasn’t you but something is in there!”  

  Everyone stares at you. “Did you know?” Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Kirishima, what’re talking about?”  

“How could you do that! You knew something was in there and you sent her anyway!”  

“I did not! How could I? Why would I?!” You scream. “She’s panicking...” Mina says. It is then you realize that no matter what you say, they won’t believe you. Maybe even Midoriya, who was somewhat with you when you found it.   

“You are the one that found it, L/n. It’s only logical to assume that you knew what was there afterwards. How could you not?” Rolling your eyes at Momo, you ask, “How is that possible. Seriously, tell me. I just jumped in the water over there! How could I have known?”  

  Bakugou crosses his arms. “You’re telling us you jumped in the water without checking it out? You’re that stupid?” Someone snickers a ‘probably’.   

“Bitch, you all did it too! You’re dumber than I am! Why the hell are you heroes so blindly following me then?”  

  Just like you thought: they’ll never believe you. If anyone is to be sacrificed here, it’s you.   

----

Later that day, you watch your back. Midoriya follows you twiddling his thumbs. Before all of this, it would’ve been cute. Just like old times. Now, after all of this, you hate it. You're scared. He's so much bigger than you. So is Kirishima, Bakugou, and Shouto. Koda is too but he’s a non combatant so you stand a chance. The girls here, although they are fierce fighters, you know how to get around them since you would all play fight or spar from time to time. 

  The top three? Yeah, you’re dead. And number one is right behind you.   

“Y/n, can we talk?” Whatever happened to L/n?  

“I know I should’ve said something.” Taking deep breaths, you turn around. “What is it?”  

“I know you’re innocent.” Rolling your eyes, you ask him a question that’s been bothering you. “Why didn’t you defend me then?”  

  His eyes flicker back and forth. “I have no idea.”  

“I’ll tell you why. It’s because ever since we’ve gotten here, your head is big. I thought maybe if one person, one, had some kind of common sense it would be you.”   

You quickly leave with your screwdriver in hand. The faster you fix the fucking plane the better. And you have half a mind to leave them here.  

“Y/n! Wait up!” You stop again for Ochako. “There’s something weird here, don’t you think?” Is this a prank?   

“I noticed something’s wrong, too.”  

“The water...it was off.” Finally, someone who has a clue. “I know right? It was familiar but I can’t put my finger on it. This whole thing has me jumbled.”  

“I have an idea. I can float a little better now, so I'll float up there and see what’s on the other side.”  

-----

It was a little later than you wanted. You suggested the plan to work in the morning, but she insisted. You went into Betty just to work on her some more when it happened: the monitors turned on. The amount of happiness that flooded Betty literally could never be measured.   

  Until you looked at it. The storm monitors showed a terrible storm brewing and headed straight for you. Unbelieving, you exit Betty and look at the sky. Lo’ and behold, a darkness swirled viciously, yet beautifully, in the sky.  

 You run back to everyone. “Ochako! Ochako, don’t do it!”  

  Your feet cross the ground as fast as you can on this sandy terrain. Pushing past the thicket to get to Ochako, who no doubt was probably in the air already. Finally, it started to thin out so you could run better. “Wait! Wait!”  

You have to tell her, all of them. For her to not go to the sky and your discovery. The theory that comes along with it will stop her from doing this, from facing this severe storm headed towards everyone.  

  Then you get there and see the waterfall clearly. She is already up in the air as the clouds get darker. They press against each other gently. Why isn’t she stopping? Doesn’t she see the storm? The little droplets of rain falling on her head isn’t any indication that she should not be up there?  

   “Ochako, no! Cancel the plan! I have to tell you somethi-shit the storm! Get down from there!”  

  Suddenly, there is a smack on the back of your head. “Stop talking!” Bakugou grabs your arm and flings you to the shallow end of the water. Everyone gathers around and cheers Ochako on. All except for Shouto and Midoriya.   

   Shouto comes towards you and helps you up. He wipes your face when the rain gets heavier. “She can’t go up there.”  

“She’s too far, Y/n.”   

The wind gets heavier and heavier. The lightning strikes boldly, making Denki fall down. Ochako is then violently pushed away. She is thrown towards the waterfall and barely makes it over. Along the way she is met with pouring water that threatens to dunk her inside it in hopes to send her down the fall. Ochako screams the entire way until she is on the other side.   

  Everyone calls her name in worry. Midoriya jumps and jumps, pleading with the holder to wake up Float and save her. Alas, Nana Shimura remains silent to his pleas. Asui jumps towards the fall but is pushed down by the fierce wind. Momo quickly rushes over to grab her.   

  Shouto stands firm and covers you, making sure to hold you steady lest you be hurt by the storm also. “Come on, we can’t stay here!”  

  He picks you up and darts towards shore. Bakugou calls for him and receives no answer.   

Back to shore, Betty comes to view, as well as the waves behind her. They are too far out to touch her. That doesn’t stop the worry for your poor girl.   

The hero runs inside and sets you down on the ground right before the cockpit. Betty slightly rocks from the power of the storm. You hold onto Shouto who refuses to let you go. He cradles you close to him, his large hand on your head and his arm around your waist. You can hear his pounding heartbeat loud and clear. Despite his cool demeanor, he's as hurt and human as you are. 

  Images of brown flowing hair and a poor body being whipped around flashes before you. Battered from the wind and rain's brutality, you can still recognize who haunts you. Ochako. She’s not going to make it home. Just like Jay.   

The storm barely covers your wail.   

----

The severity of the storm lasts no longer than a couple of hours. What is left is soft patters of rain. Shouto had left you for only moments of time. He had been searching for Ochako in the storm like everyone else with no avail. No one could get up there to the top. There was no clue as to where she was. Not a speck of blood, an item of clothing, or a body.   

 With no way to get up there by flying or jumping, climbing and trying to find some way around it was the next best thing. Climbing failed and hurt Mina’s hands. Midoriya even tried but had fallen too. Around the area there’s nothing but trees and rocks. Not a single way to find her without some kind of help.   

When Shouto came back, he told you everything. Shouto never let your crying form go. Not even as he shed a few tears of his own for his friend who is most likely gone; taken by brutal nature for her bravery. Shouto is not one to give up at all. However, the sight of Ochako swinging around like that near water and in a storm, leaves little to hope for.   

The monitor goes off again. “What was that?” Shouto sits up and looks around. “The monitor!”  

“Hel-” At first, the male voice was clear until the static set in. Immediately, you recognized the voice.  

“Shouta!”  

“Sensei?” Shouto gasps when he hears his old teacher.  

“Wh-a-you?” He’s breaking up slightly. “The tracker is on, can you trace it?”  

Shouto grabs your hand. You give it a slight squeeze.  

“Fo-” Silence, completely deafening silence.  

Neither you nor Shouto breathed. Shouta Aizawa had been cut off before he could finish what he was saying.  

“We have to tell the others.”  

#bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #bnha fanfic #my hero academia #deku x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #q

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You Saved Me From Myself ♥️ - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluffy/Wholesome and Angst (Also a cheeky smut 💕)

18+

*

Being someone who is practically and almost immortal with a gift of power comes with many advantages... But what it doesn't prepare you for... Is the heartbreaks.

Watching all of your loved ones die and pass away while you stand there like like you haven't aged at all.

This does as such for an Ancient Warrior named Elementor aka Y/N L/N... Well just Y/N now as it is.

Gifted a power from an Ancient God, a Gardener of sorts, resurrecting him from the dead with little memory of his last death or how he even died.

He's fought many battles, lived through Humanity's greatest wars and over the years, he's changed.

But... Like all times, heartbreak is destined to change someone completely, scarring them for life.

Y/N went through so many heartbreaks, scarring him, changing him into the person he is now, who has no time to muck around, and gets the job done without question or ease.

But deep inside? He hated himself, he hated his purpose, he doubted himself and pushed so many potential friends and many who liked him away, to save himself of that heartbreak.

He wasn't as chatty as he was centuries ago, he barely talked and when he would, everyone would shut up and just listen to what he had to say.

For a time... He was angry at himself, angry at whoever gave him this godlike power, angry at the curse that was brought upon him to watch his loved ones wither away while he couldn't.

He still is angry, angry at the curse brought on him, only to just protect Earth and the Universe for that matter, a purpose which was slowly turning him insane.

The world he lives in now? Is a world filled with Heroes, Heroes that are Human, Meta-Human and Aliens.

Many teams of heroes had these protectors, such as the Justice Society of America (JSA), the Justice League of America (JLA), the Outsiders, The Teen Titans and last but not least... The Doom Patrol.

He's met many of the heroes, the only one he respects the most is of course Batman, someone as serious as him, gets the job done without question and plans ahead accordingly.

But even everyone has their least favourites, and it's mostly a lot of the Heroes, the chattier but not too serious types, he would often butt-heads with many... But there was one particular Hero who he butted heads with more than he could count, one who he didn't really get along with on good terms who recently joined the newly re-formed Outsiders, led by Nightwing aka Dick Grayson and Artemis the Amazonian Warrior.

The cousin of Superman, the Maiden of Might, the Girl of Steel, Supergirl.

"At least show some respect!" The Kryptonian got annoyed with his attitude toward her, though it was for a reason.

"Respect isn't given, it's earned! You could've jeopardized the whole mission, you got cocky, reckless and you could've gotten a member of your squad killed!" Y/N scolded her, his voice was heard by everyone within the HQ.

"I was only trying to help as much as I could, isn't that what we're supposed to do?" she argued back, getting a little more angrier as everyone watched.

"By putting others in danger? Causing collateral damage let alone distracting others in the process? You got cocky, you tried showing off, you tried to impress others, let alone tried impressing me? You didn't impress me girl, you only disappointed me" he said with outmost disappointment once more, turning his back to end the conversation with him walking away.

"Ha, it's not like you tried protecting your own friends and people before right? Oh yeah I forgot, you don't have any!" Kara smirked with her insult, prompting the Ancient Warrior to stop in his tracks, his eyes widening as his blood began to boil.

"What. Did you just say?" his voice turned cold, his head moving to the side, giving her the side eye.

"You heard what I said" she crossed her arms as everyone within the room looked shocked, flabbergasted.

"Damn... That's just... Cold" Impulse aka Bart Allen broke the awkward silence between his fellow allies standing beside him, ready to witness what was about to be said next

"And what would your birth parents think!? ~" he violently turns round to face her as her smirk disappeared from her face - "What would they think of the woman you've become? A cocky, disobedient, snob who disobeys orders most of the time! ~" he shouted at her, Kara began clenching her fists as he dared talking to her about her parents - "You think you deserve to wear that glyph? When you wear that symbol, you don't bring hope, the only thing they'll see you as... is a disappointment... Someone who's not worthy to wear that!" he growled at her, Kara's facial expression went completely from all of that went from snarky to downright angry, she grinded her teeth, clutching her fists as they both stared each other down with hatred for one another.

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF THEM LIKE THAT!!" she suddenly lashes out at him, right hooking him across the jaw with super-human speed and power, the force of her punch echoed through the entire room, shaking everyone in their boots as Y/N was turned round due to the force of Kara's punch, his back now turned to her.

A moment later, he spat out blood along with a few teeth, this pumped something in Y/N, giving him adrenaline, no one has ever managed to make him lose a few teeth in years, let alone make him spit out blood.

Shocked gasps were heard, some whispers between one another, debating if they should stop this now or there won't be a HQ to reside in.

Y/N could only wipe at his mouth and then...

He laughed, he let out a laugh like none other - "No one has ever managed to make me spit out teeth and blood in years" he continued to laugh, no one has heard him laugh before which was... Pretty scary to others.

But to Kara? She showed no fear, her blood was still boiling, her face said it all.

His laugh then turned into a sinister growl after spitting out some more blood one more time, he turned round with the crazy eye - "you want a fight? ~" he summoned a scorching hammer in his hand - "THEN LET'S FIGHT!!" he shouted, making his way over to her as she began to also approach, before being stopped by the other Outsiders.

"Hey hey, chill out! There's no need to fight" Blue Beetle got in Y/N way along with Impulse, Metamorpho and Thunder while Wonder-Girl (Cassandra Sandsmark), Halo and Jade hold Supergirl back from fighting Elementor

"Let go of me!!" Y/N growled, attempting to push them all away.

"What's wrong? Knocked a few teeth out! I'll knock out the rest!!" Kara shouted across as her friends tried holding her back, almost getting overpowered by her.

"You two! KNOCK IT OFF! ~" Nightwing finally arrived at the commotion with Artemis, The Amazonian Warrior, trying to break up the commotion they heard from outside the debriefing room - "Y/N. calm down! And you too Kara! Knock it off, both of you!" he told the two off like telling off bad behaving toddlers, already having enough of their crap.

Y/N growled one last time before overpowering the heroes holding him back as Kara did the same, knocking them away as they both rushed each other, only for both Nightwing and Artemis to get in the way - "When I say knock it off, you knock it off! ~" his hands both reached out in front of Y/N and Kara, as they both stared each other down with hatred, Kara was so tempted to use her heat vision, super-breath, anything just to land another hit on him as he thought of using his elemental shield to throw it at her, but with both Nightwing and Artemis standing in the way, he knew he couldn't - "I don't know what's gotten into both of you to fight but it ends now!" he ordered.

"He started it!" Kara argued, staring down Y/N as he kept his eyes on her also, giving her a glare.

"I don't care who started what, you both need to calm down and stop fighting like a married couple" Nightwing folds his arms in disappointment, the Kryptonian and Warrior look at with shock and utter confusion.

"Wait what ~" Kara cocked an eyebrow before cackling - "Me, him? Married couple? Uh uh, nope, nope! Never happening, never!" The Kryptonian scoffed.

"That's not what I meant Supergirl ~" Nightwing retorts - "my point is that there's no need for violence, and Kara, you know well not to attack someone who's trying to school you from what you did, I was told what happened and Y/N is right on one thing, you were being reckless, and you also disobeyed orders" Nightwing turned his gaze to Kara, being held back by Artemis.

Kara shakes Artemis' grip off not long after, thinking why is he siding with such an asshole? - "Excuse me? I was helping people, isn't that what we're supposed to do? Plus, he's not even in the Outsiders so why is he here in the first place?!" Kara pointed towards him, who just stared angrily at her, letting out cold breaths in between.

"I made him team leader for the mission till I was back from Bludhaven, and he's here to help us for the time being, he's an ally, not an enemy" Nightwing scolded her as she pouted.

"Yeah right, at least he can show respect, a team leader doesn't scold their own, and plus, you think I'm just gonna let him make me think that I'm a disappointment to this? To my parents!! ~" she pouts, angrily tapping the House of El glyph - "I bet he does the same with others, If he even had a team to lead or friends for the matter"

Nightwing just sighs and looks at Y/N, still wielding his scorching weapon as it burned brightly as he stomped closer - "Stand down Y/N, calm down ~" he reached his hands out to him - "I'll deal with this, I'll talk with her about it but you don't need to start a fight with her either, she's one of my teammates and I won't let her get hurt, and that'll make me responsible for it" he tried calming down the flame inside the Warrior, keeping his eyes on the Kryptonian as she gave him a hateful glare.

"Nightwing... With all due respect... I'm going to say this once, and once only... Keep. Your own allies in line ~" he coldly spoke, towering over the crime fighter before getting into his face, leaning down a little - "Or I will" his words came out cold with a threatening aura, his hammer disappeared before walking out the room.

"Well... That was awkward ~" Impulse says out loud before being punched in the arm by Wonder-Girl - "Ow! What was that for?" he yelped.

The former sidekick of Batman sighs as Y/N disappeared out of view, turning back to Kara as she kept her eyes focused on the wall, using her x-ray vision to see where Elementor was heading.

"Kara ~" Dick snapped his fingers, snapping Kara out of her x-ray vision - "Debriefing room, now"

*

Y/N stood outside, sighing to himself as the calming winds hit his face, he looks out to the city ahead of him, closing his eyes as echoes of voices ring in his head, echoes from his past... Of his loved ones, family and friends.

All he could hear was "Don't push people back, let their kind soul help you"

He wished he could, but he couldn't, he didn't want to feel that pain of losing the people he'll care about, they'll become attached to him.

Batman was right about one thing, don't let anyone become too attached to you and... Y/N respected that... But deep down... He knew it felt wrong but he was doing it for a reason.

He sighed to himself once more, before he felt Nightwing's presence behind him - "What is it?" he asked brashly, not in a mood to have any company.

"Just coming to check on you big guy, I spoke with her -"

-And?" he moved his head to the left a little, giving him a side eye.

"And? Y/N, you were a little harsh on her don't you think? She's not long-"

-"That doesn't give her the right to disobey orders, DIRECT. Orders. The world isn't sunshine and rainbows Grayson, she needs to learn responsibility, she was cocky, reckless, put her own team at risk and I had to save them and herself!" Y/N snapped.

"She's trying, like the young generation are, I heard what happened with you and the younger generation of Heroes, you're not really liked by most of them, yes I understand that she was a little reckless during the mission but that doesn't give you the right to lay into my own, not with her, she's just new to the team so cut her some slack!" Nightwing raised his voice at him, Y/N turns round immediately turns round, staring him down with annoyance before the realisation hits him.

His facial expression turns somber as the former sidekick realises it, the Warrior sighs and turns his back to him, one foot up on the platform of the roof - "I know... I just..."

"I know you're trying to look out for them, trying to show them that the world isn't as colourful as they think ~" he stood beside him taking in the view also - "But Kara? She understands, she doesn't need to be schooled like that. She's gone through a lot for the past year, she's still new to Earth... Sorta, but she's lost her planet, twice, Krypton and New Krypton, she's lost her people, her parents, friends... She's still... grieving as it is, I know you were there when the Kryptonians issued an assault on Earth ~" Nightwing finished as the both looked at the city's lights, lighting up everywhere - "My point is... Just cut her some slack, I know she can be... Rebellious but let me deal with her if she does anything like that again, she's got great value to the team, the world and she's one of the Outsiders now, or at least part time but... I would probably keep your distance from her, I've told her the same also, and... I know what she said to you, I was told about it" he added.

Y/N looks at him before sighing with somber, thinking back to what Kara said that got them to fight in the first place - "She's right about that Grayson... I don't have any friends left... All my people are gone" he gave in to Kara's harsh words from earlier.

"C'mon don't say that, she was just saying that to get a reaction out of you, I mean... You scolded her a bit too much and she retaliated" he tried cheering him up.

"I wish you were right Dick Grayson, I wish you were" he refused to believe him, making him realise that Y/N was still grieving too.

For how he knows this? By reading his face.

"Look, I know you've lived for a very long time and still looking young as ever ~" he jabs at the curse a little, making Y/N grumble - "But I also know you're pushing people away, refusing to have anyone help you or... Become friends with you, I know that because you didn't want to be my friend, just acquaintances, I know that because... You don't want to go through that pain again, I can tell by the look in your face that I'm correct right?" he asked as Y/N looked at him.

He sighs once more, looking back at the city - "Yes... You're correct, it's not the fact I feel... That pain, but the fact that if I have someone close to me, wither away and die while I can defy death, over and over and over again, it's a curse Grayson, and it's..." he stopped speaking to grumble again.

"It's driven you insane?" he asked kindly.

"I guess you can put it like that" he agrees with him.

"I can't imagine what you're going through Elementor, but don't let it drag you down, just gotta push forward, all you need - is a little push and you're all set to sail" he patted his back which surprised Y/N, and for the first time... He smiled, without showing it of course.

"You're smiling, aren't you?" he smirked.

"Don't make this awkward Grayson" he warned him as a laugh escaped Nightwing's throat.

"Whatever you say big guy... Just remember to... Keep your distance from her, to prevent arguments and that but knowing her? She might not listen" Grayson sighed to himself, patting Y/N on the back before walking off.

"A push? A little push and you're all set to sail?" he repeated Grayson's words from earlier as he kept his gaze on the city, making him realise that maybe he wasn't wrong, maybe he was harsh on Kara, too harsh to say at least.

Sure she can be pretty immature, impulsive, bratty, rebellious and too quick to anger, but from what he has heard about her... She's done some good, despite many people not liking her mostly everywhere, especially Metropolis.

In a way... He felt pity for her, but she doesn't fully understand him, why he acts the way he is, mostly strict and commanding, the guy who always ruins parties and stuff, she didn't like him for it, nor has she ever.

That's where the dislike comes in, he doesn't like when she acts out of order, she's disobeying orders and getting cocky which almost got her and a few others severely hurt, killed almost, including civilians, she doesn't like when he's so strict and commanding, the one who isn't much fun at parties or anything fun, he just gets stuff done his way, in and out, quick and clean.

She even relates him to Batman in a way "He's like Batman but more... Nastier, grumpier and... Just a downright dickhead" she once told her friends.

Even some of Kara's friends dislike him for what he is, Ancient Warrior or not.

But they fail to see the pain behind the armour, the mask. The pain he's suffered throughout his time of living for that long, he's watched many of his allies, friends and family wither away and die, and that scarred him for life.

They can't imagine what it's like to live for thousands of years and die over, and over, and over again, coming back each time just to repeat the cycle again and again.

He felt... Lost, he didn't feel himself anymore... He doesn't feel...

Human anymore...

He only felt... Isolated... In a world he doesn't understand anymore.

As he looked toward the stars... He began to think...

"What happens next?"

*

A month had flown by, quite say that the Outsiders were getting along... A little.

Supergirl and Elementor always kept eyes on each other when one weren't looking at one another, Kara pulling off faces at him when he wouldn't look but she was caught doing it one time which made him roll his eyes.

"Maybe she is more immature than I thought" he mumbled to himself which she heard him, almost erupting into another pointless argument which would be broken up.

Though things were still heated between the two, she began to show a little... Pity for Y/N after she briefly heard him talk with Nightwing one night, talking about the situation they're currently dealing with before the next part caught her attention fully... Where Y/N would tell him about his life, and barely scratches the surface about his last friends the other night.

She knew he had no friends but... To hear him say "The only friends I ever had... Are gone, and they've been gone for a long time ~" made her realise that there is more to Y/N than she originally thought - "I'm just... Afraid of losing people close to me again"

Maybe the way he acts commanding and strict is because he doesn't want whatever fate happen to her and the others that happened to his friends? His allies?

She revealed this to her friend Cassandra Sandsmark/Wonder-Girl.

"I caught onto Nightwing's conversation with Y/N believe it or not" Kara said, sitting down lazily on her couch within her apartment, still in costume.

"Really? What'd you hear?" she replied with curiosity.

"They were just talking about... The situation and the plans but then... Nightwing asked him something about 'letting people in?' or something like that but... There was one thing that really caught my ear is that... Y/N replied with 'The only friends I had are gone, and they've been gone for a long time' which made me think there's more to him than I thought? Maybe I was right when I said he had no friends and I didn't even realise why it hit him the way it did a month ago" Kara answered, feeling pretty guilty about her harsh words to him last month.

"Oh really? Wow ~" Cassie didn't know what to say, this was the first time she's heard this piece of information - "I know he's lived for a long time but... Ouch, I can't imagine that" she felt bad for him too.

"He told Nightwing that he's still grieving about it, but it doesn't give him the excuse to... Loath into me and a few others, or treat us like toddlers when he looks like a a young person too ~" Kara complained - "And he hasn't even apologised to me yet about what he said about my parents, my birth parents, about... Thinking I'm not worthy of wearing this" she pouted sadly, sighing to herself as Cassie went to comfort her best friend.

"Maybe he's just working on it, after all, I think you should apologise to him for what you said to him last month" she told her as Kara looked at her friend.

"What's the point? He's not gonna listen, he's just gonna ignore me, like he usually does with others" she pouted.

"Maybe, but give it time, give him time to come round, it will happen, just like how you and I forgave each other" Cassie comforted her.

"But that was different, this however? This is something else, how can I make him forgive me?" she wondered.

"Like I said, with time Kara. Or you can just approach him and apologise there but... I don't think that's a good idea considering your in hot, boiling water with him right now" Cassie replied to Kara's thought, making sure she doesn't think too far ahead.

"Thanks Cass" she hugged her friend with a smile.

"Anytime Sis" she replied, smiling back with her.

*

The next few weeks were quite eventful for the Outsiders, especially for Kara.

It indeed was a busy few weeks for the Outsiders, with villains on the run, causing some commotion as usual and with the current situation, it was no surprise that one of them, being Lex Luthor, was looking for a source of ancient power, a power Y/N once sealed away that came from an ancient being

This is where he was fully involved in this, despite Kara not willing to enjoy it...

However... Things weren't as they seemed for both Kara and Y/N, even after stopping Lex and his quest for power.

(Kara/Supergirl's pov)

Had to stop by Metropolis to do what I do best, saving the day, kicking criminal butt and taking names!

There's one thing I really enjoy about being Supergirl? It's not just saving lives and kicking butt! It's the flying part that's my favourite. Being able to fly out of Earth and sunbathe is definitely an experience, a very relaxing experience.

But from what I've noticed? I've noticed that Elementor hasn't shown up to the Outsiders for the last week or two after the situation was dealt with about Lex and his quest for power.

Why does he even bother? I don't know? It's Lex Luthor, once he sees something, he wants to claim its power.

But... Last week... Y/N... He saved me from getting hurt badly, using his elemental shield or something to save me and... I never got to thank him for it.

"I've got you Supergirl, we'll fight him together" I remember him reaching out to me with his hand to pull me up, I still haven't forgotten that, it was pretty magical in a way too, him saving me in that way, I think that's the moment maybe I was wrong about him.

I still need to apologise to him... I should've done it as soon as I could but... I was too stubborn, doubtful he'd even take the time to listen to me.

But for some reason... He was... Very nice to me, he barely even talked but... What made me happy was that he praised me for my heroic deeds for saving the Earth while my cousin was immobilised.

It made me happy but... I should've apologised there and I regret not doing so... Though he hasn't apologised to me yet so... I guess we're not there just yet.

Nothing more than just flying around the city, enjoying the breeze and wind hitting my face as I continue patrolling Metropolis.

That was until I flew over near the Cemetery, where I caught a familiar face near it.

It's... Y/N? What's got him in Metropolis? And is he carrying... Flowers?

He was walking to the entrance of the Cemetery and this really got me curious, is he visiting someone's grave? Because it sure seems like it.

Doesn't matter, I need to see why he is here, it's been a hot minute since I last seen him.

I stayed a-float so he couldn't see or hear me, I didn't want to draw his attention, whatever has him in the Cemetery must be something very important to him.

As I flew a little closer, he stopped at a gravestone before kneeling down to it, using my microscopic vision, I could see it read; 'Here lies Elliot Richards 1865 -1901, loving husband, father, friend and sibling'

Wait... Was this? Is this one of Y/N's friends? from the 18th century?

"Hey old friend... It's been a while ~" he sighed to himself as put down the flowers, I stayed stationary not too far from him but a little closer than before - "I know I haven't been able to... Visit since well... Been busy... Keeping all of this safe" he sounded... Sorrowed, hurting, like he was in pain.

I blocked every noise that I could hear with my super-hearing to listen to what Y/N was saying, I flew a little closer than before - "I don't even know where to begin, the world has... Changed since the last time I ever visited you, and the others too" my heart wrenched at this, a sick turning of my stomach was enough to make me realise what was really happening.

He was grieving... Like I would... I'd talk to a picture or... Something that reminds me of my parents... And this was his way.

"The world isn't even the same as it was ages ago, there was no advanced technology, no skyscrapers in cities, not many extra-terrestrials... Nothing like that, there was only... Us... Guardian Warriors and Humans, they call me an Ancient Warrior now but... Humanity has changed, many things have changed, whole cities were built, more aliens and extra-terrestrials than before... And I thought in the next cycle, there would be more like me... I was wrong ~" he scoffed, I really wanted to swoop on down there but I know I can't, not right now - "If I could give you my one life, If could do the same for everyone I cared for... I would... But I can't, I have to live with the fact that no matter what happens... I don't think I'll ever have that one, final death... It's a curse! A lie! The fact I've died so many times only to come back has been driving me to insanity and I... *sigh* I don't even know anymore, I don't even know who I am at this point" he looked at his hands, self-loathing himself... Just like I did? Survivor's Guilt?? I'm not the only one who suffers from it???

I hear him sigh once more, after all this time? He's been suffering from the same thing I've went through? This realisation hit me pretty hard, those harsh words I said to him not long ago, the way his facial expression got when those words left my mouth, the fact he bad mouthed me over me not being worthy of wearing this glyph? How he made me think I disappointed Mom and Dad, Alura and Zor-El.

"I may have... Done some... Things I'm not proud of to people who didn't deserve it, especially to... One particular girl I scolded, around 18 years old, her name is Kara... Kara Zor-El, people call her Supergirl, she's also an alien called a Kryptonian much like her cousin, but... *sigh* she didn't deserve to be scolded by me, she's been through a lot as of it is and I... I said some... Horrible things to her, even though she did the same but not as bad as I did... I don't think I'll ever -"

He's talking about me? I have to agree that he wasn't wrong about me... I felt like I wasn't worthy, I still feel responsible for New Krypton's destruction that I just I wanted to give up being Supergirl, just to live as Linda Lang full time, not everyone likes Supergirl, but I knew what Kal would say, what Conner, John Irons and the rest would say, including my Earth Aunt, Lana Lang.

But overall... Y/N was right about one thing... I got reckless during that mission, I got cocky, I tried showing off, tried impressing him and all I did was screw up,

That's when I heard him... Chuckle? He chuckled softly? - "I know you're listening... Supergirl, you can come down now" he looked up to where I stayed a-float.

I don't know how he does it but... He sure does have a very good sense of surroundings, almost like a super-sense of some kind.

I flew down slowly, gracefully landing gently on the grass a few feet away from him as I slowly approach him, feeling remorse for him.

"Hey" he greeted me, I practically had to swallow the lump at the back of my throat to speak.

"Hi" I say with a lowered voice.

"So... You heard it all?" he asked me as I nodded my head, he sighed afterwards and looked back at the gravestone.

There was awkward silence between us, all could be heard was the flapping of my cape behind me, I stood closer to him, standing beside him, my left hand crossed to my right arm as we both looked at the gravestone together.

"How'd you meet him?" I asked him as he took a deep breath.

"I met him when he was getting himself into trouble at a saloon, saved him last minute before he his fate could be sealed by some Outlaws" he replied, chuckling near the end.

He was hurting, I can tell by his tone and his pain, I've felt and still feel it.

"He was... A kindred spirit, like many others before him, like... My brethren" he broke the minute long silence between us before I could, I just wanted to say sorry to him but... He had more to say as I questioned his... Brethren?

Did he mention his 'brethren?' Was there more like him? - "Brethren?" I asked him.

"Yes... Believe it or not but there was more like me years ago, we were called Guardian Warriors, a group of warriors that would defend the planet for centuries. We. Were. Legends... Until our history was scrapped from the history books, keeping our kind hidden from Humanity today ~" he looked at me, I can see the pain in his eyes, grieving, hurting - "I am the last of the Guardian Warriors"

I blankly stared at him as he revealed this, I had no idea he'd been living for this long, to hear that... It must've been... Hard for him.

"I know what you lost Kara, you lost your planet twice, Krypton, New Krypton... Lost friends, family even... And... I'm... I'm so sorry for what you lost ~" he trailed off, looking away as I began to remember my parents, my friends... Thara... - "I was there when the Kryptonians invaded, after many years of hiding after General Lane issued that I'd be hunted down, I went out of hiding to protect Earth once more... I killed those invading Kryptonians Kara, they began hurting innocents and I... I killed those who harmed the innocents, the amount of their blood on my hands, justified who I was... I became... A monster again... And I'm so sorry, I'm especially sorry for what I said about... What I said not long ago, when you... Knocked my teeth out" he... He actually apologised? I felt a little relieved about it but... Knowing he killed those invading Kryptonians attacking Earth... My adopted home, stung my heart a little knowing he did that but do I blame him? Should I get angry at him?? For killing those invading Kryptonians???

No... That was justified, he had no choice... And I don't blame him, knowing he's lived for this long, seeing his home... Our home, get attacked over New Krypton's destruction, calling to run Humanity to extinction.

"I still remember their faces, their last words before they were gone, when... New Krypton was destroyed, I wanted to give up being... This ~" I point to the family glyph on my chest, gaining his attention to look at me - "After Zod issued a full assault on Earth, I... I just wanted to give so badly that I blame m-myself for its destruction, I brought Reactron there to justice, only to find my mother torturing him before..." I stopped myself as I choked up, I still felt emotional talking about it, knowing my mother is gone, my father is gone, all of those people... Gone.

In an unexpected manner, he pulled me in to hug me, which took me by surprise, my face saying it all - "Don't blame yourself, that only adds to the pain of loss ~" he cooed, managing to keep me calm a little, I just wanted to cry, I really did, to just cry in his chest as he held me but... I couldn't, I let my tears fall down without sobbing - "Trust me... I know how it feels, it adds to the guilt, making you self-loath yourself further, Survivor's Guilt? We both share it" he talked me down, in a comforting matter, I felt... Safe when he held me I have to admit, it was...

A nice, warm feeling.

I sniffled as he pulled back, looking at me in the eyes with... A smile?

He was smiling... He's. Smiling!? I've never seen him smile before, he used to be this... Grumpy, I kill the mood for everyone person but... To see him smiling? It made me flutter a little.

I wipe away any remaining tears on my face still, to point out his... Unusual behaviour - "You're, you're smiling" I grew a little smile too as his disappeared, you just had to say something Kara, now he's gonna be annoyed with you.

"Perhaps I was" he agreed, admitting he did smile... Phew, thought he'd get mad at me

But I wanted to apologise to him, I need to, he deserves one from me.

"Oh, also... I wanted to apologise for... Saying... What I said to you when you and I had that... 'Fight'" I began to play with my cape in nervousness, afraid of what he's going to say next.

"No need to apologise, you're forgiven either way" he nodded his head, smiling once more, I swear his smile is making me blush now.

"Eh ~" I didn't know how to say my next words afterwards, my hands were behind my back, my cape flapped behind me also as I blushed a little, I wanted to bury the hatchet between us, Rao I love that saying, to perhaps... Become friends? - "So... Do you want to start fresh? To bury the hatchet between us and... Start from there? Re-introduce ourselves and... Maybe become friends??" I spoke a little low with awkwardness, grinning like a fool before he sighed, which killed the stupid grin I had.

"I've pushed so many people away in my lifetime after... Elliot passed ~" he looked at the gravestone of his friend before making his way back to me - "For years I've walked among the Earth alone, with no one by my side, no friends to call on, only minimal allies I met along the way, but I never saw them as a friend... But there is one person that's ever been close to be called a friend... Is Dick Richard Grayson, Nightwing ~" he continued, the fact Dick was very close to making Y/N call him friend, made me smile as it melted my heart, it really shows why he's so generous and he's like a big brother to me - "Though I've never admitted it... I do see him... As a friend... And maybe having another friend... Wouldn't hurt much" he gives me a sweet smile which made my heart flutter, I smiled like an idiot and chuckled happily, knowing he's willing to give it a go.

"Great! ~" I hugged him without warning him until I realised what I did, my face went red as I pulled back, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly as I giggled - "Sorry, *nervous chuckle* I uh.. Got carried away there ~" I couldn't look at him in the face as I felt totally embarrassed, but I pulled myself together by clearing my throat and staying calm to re-introduce myself once more to him - "Hi, my name is Kara Zor-El, like Superman or Kal-El or his secret identity; Clark Kent, I'm from Krypton, I go by Linda Lang as my secret identity since I was adopted by my Aunt: Lana Lang but... Everyone here knows me as Supergirl" I reached my hand out for him to shake as I waited for his response.

"Y/N... Y/N L/N, Elementor, Guardian Warrior, Earth, it's a pleasure to meet you, Supergirl" he shook my hand with a cheerful smile, calling me by my Superhero name as I smile brightly, standing in front of him with my superhero outfit on

"It's good to meet you too... Y/N"

*

(3rd person pov)

For the next few weeks, their fresh start started pretty well, he began opening himself up a bit more to Kara, who invited him over a few times.

He revealed he lived within an abandoned alien ship that crashed centuries ago, the outside area was outgrown, covered in green and flowers but the inside was pretty clean for an old abandoned ship.

The biggest twist was that when Kara saw it... She immediately realised it wasn't just any ordinary ship, it was a Kryptonian Shuttle, a modified scout ship that went missing centuries ago in Kryptonian History.

This discovery was big for Kara, she thought the Fortress of Solitude was the last Kryptonian structure on Earth and the Universe? She was wrong.

Her cousin was called up to this immediately after this discovery and the fact Y/N had been living in it for years says many things, even most of the tech inside the ship still worked but the engines were completely busted beyond repair which was upsetting but Kara didn't care, she was happy either way.

This grew Kara's bond with Y/N further, he began entrusting others into his circle, opening himself up more to others but to Kara? He trusted more the weeks would go by where nicknames were given.

His: Y/N/N.

Hers: Angel (There's a deeper meaning behind it, you haven't revealed it yet)

"I've never been more proud... To call you... A friend, Angel" he smiled sweetly, melting Kara's heart as she hugged him on the couch.

"What about best friend? Best Super Friend??" she asked him, pulling back from the hug.

"Let's not go there yet, I'm still trying to get used to... This" he replied, looking at his surroundings, it only has been a few weeks since then after all.

He looks back at her and smiles, though she put on a sad face, trying to win him over by calling her best friend.

He slightly chuckles at her facial expression, he couldn't lie, she looked pretty cute when she did that, putting on a puppy dog eyes expression.

"What's with the lost puppy expression?" he asked her as she fiddled with her hair.

"I just thought we could be... Best friends?" she looked at him with a naïve expression, he had to admit that she was naïve and adorable when she was, it was almost like he was falling in love with her in a way.

He shook that thought right out of his hand and snickered at her - "You want to be best friends?"

She smiled brightly while nodding her head.

"Okay... I'm only allowing it because you're an exception" he cooed, Kara erupted in exhilaration, filled with joy upon him allowing it, hugging him tightly, giggling uncontrollably.

He chuckled at her cute nature, accepting the big hug by wrapping his arms around her, his heart fluttered when he thought about her, like he had something else to say, a feeling from earlier on.

He wanted to say that she saved him from himself, saved him from hating himself.

He's never felt this happier before, though it was hard for him to admit it.

Their hug however was cut short as Kara heard sirens in the distance, and shouting... Curse Super-Hearing!!

"Ugh, great" she sighed and groaned.

"What?" he asked her, wondering why she groaned.

"Sirens, probably crime... Again ~" she got up and changed with super-speed, transforming into Supergirl as she placed her glasses down on the table in front of Y/N - "you coming?" she sweetly asked him with a hand on her hip.

He exhales and begins to get up, his armour re-forming all around him - "Let's make this quick" he sighed.

"Agreed" she acknowledged, picking him up and flying out the opened window towards the scene...

* A week had gone by and... It was a pretty stressful week...

Lex was back at it.... AGAIN, with his schemes and also had backup with him...

But on the other hand... A Darkness had risen back up, long thought dead after years of not showing back up, this Darkness was a figment of Y/N's past, better known... His sworn enemy, the one responsible for the death of the Guardian Warriors, labelling him the last Guardian Warrior on Earth.

Nightwing issued a debriefing for the two main issues, one issue was that Lex was now looking for another source of power while the other, was that the Justice League had encountered a mysterious entity and a team of heroes had not reported back since they first encountered it, once of those heroes included the Man of Steel, Kara's cousin.

Upon this new threat, Y/N suffered flashbacks to a very powerful god who feeds on Nightmares, Terrors, Pain and Fear.

This god was named Sevarec, a god Y/N once took down but who kept coming back to haunt many others, including himself.

"I am Pain. I am Fear itself. I am-"

"Sevarec" he hissed out loud, gaining all their attention.

"What? What was that Y/N?" Nightwing asked him as the man of elements shook his head, out of hearing Sevarec speaking and laughing.

"I know who the entity is, I heard his voice, his name is Sevarec, a God of Pain and Fear, he feeds on Nightmares, Terrors, he's someone I've faced many times and should not be taken lightly ~" he explained his rather word vomit - "I'll go after him, while you take the others to the other issue I'm sure you'll manage" he issued.

"I'll go with Y/N" a femme voice spoke out, belonging to Kara Zor-El, taking everyone by surprise, even him.

"No Kara, this will be too dangerous, even for -"

"Listen Y/N/N, I don't care what you have to say, my cousin's trapped in there and I'm going to find him whether you like it or not" she interrupted the man with the elements as she had her hands on her hips, striking a superhero pose, he thought it was cute when she performed a superhero pose to get her point across.

"Kara this is a very stu..." Nightwing was cut-off by Y/N, preventing him from scolding Kara into thinking she could go against some powerful God, let alone, someone that feasts on fears and nightmares along with pain... And she still has those nightmares and fears about New Krypton's destruction along with everything afterwards.

"If she wants to go with, she can go ~" he told him, which took him by surprise and her also - "Your love for your cousin, I can sense it's strong, like your heart and we'll find him and the others... Together" he told her, which seemed to uplift her a little.

"Are you sure about this?" Nightwing asked him.

"Yes... I am" he nodded his head before looking at Kara who had a smile on her face... And he smiled back at her.

*

Supergirl begins to groan as she wakes back up from unconsciousness, clutching at her head as she sat back up, her outfit slightly torn along with her cape, she looked down at herself and groaned, getting on one knee.

Fire was everywhere, the ground was ruined by the amount of debris.

Kara looked to her left and saw her cousin, unconscious, along with Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) trying to get up but struggling to even step on one foot.

She then heard noises, Wonder Woman came flying out of nowhere and landing a few feet in front of Kara, falling to unconsciousness.

She then then heard the clashing of weapons and a roar of sinister laughter.

"I will enjoy this moment while it lasts!! As I did with your people!" Sevarec roars out in satisfaction, his scythe clashing with Y/N's Glaive, two of them clashing back and fourth.

Supergirl gets back on her feet and immediately gets up, flying right toward where she heard Y/N and Sevarec fighting to the death... Only to run into...

Something unexpected.

"But as much as I enjoy our fights, it all must come to an end someday" he says with cold meaning, his scythe impaled right through Y/N, he was all battered up, his wounds weren't even healing like they should.

And it hit her...

"Y/N!!!" She screams for Y/N as his body falls limp on the blade and is thrown to the side, right as Kara caught him.

She set him down, as he clutched his wound with little effort, she tries cauterizing the wound with her heat vision but nothing seemed to work, his wound wouldn't close up.

"Why isn't it closing?!!" she panicked, she kept looking back at him and his wound - "Y/N please answer me! Please!! Don't..." tears began forming in her eyes as his breaths were shallow.

"K-K-Kara... It's... Magic... Can't heal ~" he struggles to say as he holds her hand - "I'm proud of you Kara... I see it, they're calling... For me" he smiles at the sky above, seeing a Light and hears many voices call out to him to join"

"Y/N, stay with me! Don't go! Not now! I need you!" Kara cried, tears falling down rapidly as his thumb wiped them away off her face, he smiled

"Thank you... Kara, for being *laboured breathing* for being... M-My best friend... Don't give up Angel... I... Love you" he said through a choked breath, gasping for air as his vision began to turn white. closing on Kara's angelic face

"What? You what? ~" she spoke through tears, looking at him in panicked confusion as Sevarec began to drew near, slowly making his way to her - "Y/N? Y/N?! No... Don't go! Please don't..." she begged as his eyes began to shut, his body goes limp.

She couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore, the hand he held went limp, touching the ground beneath them as Kara cried... She begged for him to come back.

First Krypton, and Kandor, Argo, her parents and friends, losing them twice, TWICE and now? This... Y/N's sudden death at the hands of Sevarec.

She whimpers and sobs, tears continued falling down from her eyes, holding his lifeless body close to her as Sevarec laughs with no remorse, which began to stir something within the Girl of Steel.

"That pain and... Fear within you? Oh it's so satisfying! Watching you painfully watch him wither away and die... And... Your pain? You blame yourself for a Planetoid's destruction, you doubt yourself, you fear that you bring pain and destruction to everyone around you, you think... You're a failure... Not worthy, you fear that you... Are alone... that... Pain? Let. Me. Devour it!" he snarls as he enables painful memories to swirl inside Kara, putting her through tons of pain.

Flashbacks run through her head, all of her bad moments first from Krypton to landing on Earth, through her struggles and coping with living on another planet... To finding Zor-El killed by Reactron and then... Watching the uprooted Krypton fall to chaos and destruction, killing thousands of Kryptonians, watching her own home fall twice... And now... This.

She groaned, cried, and hissed through the pain, putting down Y/N's lifeless body as she tried fighting back.

She got up on one foot, trying her best to move as Sevarec's torment was pulling her back down, slowly feeding on Kara's nightmares, pain and fears.

"You... took him from me ~" she managed to step on her other foot, standing up - "I was... Happy, and you... Took. Him... Away from me" she stepped forward, fighting the pain of torment"

She took another step, refusing to stay still, fighting the pain and turning it... Into harnessing anger.

"What? N-No, that's impossible ~" Sevarec realised that Supergirl was fighting his torment, beginning to inflict more pain and suffering on her which made the Maiden of Might stumble to one knee - "I won't let some Kryptonian girl overcome my power! My power is limitless!" he snarled, grasping his clawed hand to inflict more pain on the Kryptonian than before.

"Everything is possible! ~" Kara shouted, putting aside her grief, fear and pain by turning it into strength, allowing the memory of her parents, her friends, New Krypton and... Y/N, to fuel her resolve, pushing through the pain, breaking through it all, getting close enough to punch Sevarec with all her strength which sent him flying backwards, his torment over her broken - "You may not know me Sevarec, but Y/N told me everything about you! I am Kara Zor-El of Kandor, of New Krypton, Daughter of Alura and Zor-El, I am a Superhero of Earth... And I don't scare easily" she stood tall and resilient, ready to fight Sevarec as he growled at this.

"Then. You will die screaming for mercy" he growled, using his scythe to balance himself.

"No ~" Kara retorted - "You will" she snarled, her eyes lighting up red with heat vision and within a blur... She flew at him with inhuman speed, practically teleporting toward him before connecting a killer left hook, delivering a flurry of punches before going for an uppercut, sending him up into the air as she gave chase.

Back on the ground where Y/N's body was, his finger... Began to twitch as voices spoke to him.

"It's not your time yet son" a man's voice spoke to him as he puts his hand on his shoulder... His son's shoulder.

"But Dad, I'm here, I'm with you all, I've always wanted to be here to see you all again to stay with -"

"Son ~" a woman's voice spoke, belonging to his mother, she approached Y/N as he grasped his hands - "Your father is right, it's not your time to join us yet, not now" she cooed.

"Mum... I..." he stopped himself as he looked down, getting a little emotional, he hasn't spoken with his parents for what it felt centuries in his lifetime as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Son, look at me ~" she placed her finger under his chin to make him look back up, a tear falling down his face as the woman smiles - "My boy, my sweet, handsome boy, we know how much you've missed us all, how long it's been... But don't fret, we will always be with you in here ~" she points to where his heart was, he sighs afterwards upon hearing this - "Son, there are people out there that need you, they need their Guardian... Their Warrior... Their Protector, don't just go back for us... Go back for them and... That girl... What was her name?" she cooed with a question for her son.

He slightly chuckled, smiling at the thought of his friend, a friend he hasn't had in so long - "Her name is Kara... Kara Zor-El but the people know her as Supergirl, and she goes by Linda Lang to blend in with society" he kept his smile, thinking about her as he would on a daily basis as feelings fluster inside him.

"Go back for Kara, you love her, don't let go of that ~" she told him, smiling before she along with her husband see the door to the real world begin to close - "The door's closing, you need to go back now"

Y/N looked back also, it was now or never, he knew his parents were right, it wasn't the right time for him to join them within the afterlife, not now when people need him, not when Kara needs him.

Before he would run back... He turned round and hugged both his parents - "Thank you, for raising me" he choked a little as son and mother and father hugged one another for the last time.

He pulled back and began running for the door, he stopped as he reached the door, to look back at his parents as they were joined up by the many people that Y/N saw as friends and family, he had a huge smile on his face upon seeing them all.

He then takes a long, deep breath, praying he gets back in time as he stepped through the door...

All it took was one... Deep... Breath.

*Gasping for air* he awoke, gasping for breath, immediately shooting up as he breathed heavily, his eyes wide open like he saw headlights coming at speed to hit him.

"I'm... I'm back?" he asked himself, looking at his surroundings, seeing what appeared to have been the aftermath of a battle around him.

There was a few cracks on the walls and craters on the ground, a hole leading to the outside area - he began to get up as he checked himself, the wound he suffered from Sevarec healed up, though his armour was still banged up pretty badly.

"Wait... Kara? Shit! Supergirl!!" he remembered she was left alone to fight Sevarec after he supposedly killed Y/N himself, he began to panic a little before hearing noises coming from outside, prompted to check what it was.

It was... Whimpering, sobbing, crying... Coming from Kara as she hugged her cousin tightly, the body of Sevarec was surrounded by Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Steel and Flash (Barry Allen).

Kara sobbed to her cousin, they all knew what had happened, upset by the death of Y/N caused her to snap and... Put an end to Sevarec.

Kal wasn't angry nor disappointed with her, he couldn't... His cousin was upset, very upset, distraught, up until...

A Heartbeat was heard.

A familiar, slow heartbeat, very calm and soothing to Kara's ears, a heartbeat she always listened too whenever he would draw near.

She broke the hug with her cousin as the heartbeat drew near, upon looking where it come from, the figure drew closer.

His armour was broken but the hole in his chest had healed up like nothing happened.

They all looked shocked, for sure he was dead, it was confirmed later on when Superman woke up from unconsciousness, before he and the others would find Kara destroying Sevarec in a harnessing, unrelenting rage.

Kara's eyes brimmed with more tears as his face appeared from beyond the fiery smoke.

"Y/N!!! ~" she shouted with jubilation, crying tears of joy as she rushed toward him with super-speed into the arms of her friend, digging her face into his chest - "You idiot, you stupid idiot! I thought you died!! I thought I... Lost you!" she cried, sobbing into his chest.

He didn't know what to say at this, she was crying but was it happiness or sadness? He couldn't tell.

"It's alright, I'm here now" he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the softness of her singed cape as he looked on at the shocked faces of the League and the dead body of Sevarec.

"Is he?" he asked.

"I-I lost controlIcouldn'tstopmyselfandI-"

"Hey hey hey, calm down Angel ~" he broke the hug to look at her as more tears streamed down her face - "It's alright, I say good riddance, though he might come back, we'll be prepared for him next time" he cooed, de-stressing Kara a little as she began wiping her tears away which blurred her vision.

"Wait, did you just say this thing can come back from the dead like you can?" Flash asked from afar, looking back at the dead creature.

"Yes, he's been doing it for years, it takes him years to come back, so in 20-30 years at most, but he can still torment people, even if he's dead... He needs to have his remains locked away safely out of harms reach" Y/N replied as Barry looked back and fourth at him and the creature.

"I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight, don't want Oneirophobia" he mumbled to himself.

"You do realise what Oneirophobia is right Barry? It's the fear of dreams, not sleeping is literally that!" Hal told him.

"Eh fair point" Barry shrugged...

*

A few hours has gone by after the entire Sevarec threat had been neutralised, his remains would be locked away, safely within the Fortress of Solitude, Y/N agreeing with Kal on taking the remains there for safe keeping.

Overall... Y/N's supposed death almost left a toll on Kara, she was... A little shaken up about it but afterwards... She was all cheery again, put on a spare backup outfit she had just in case if her other one was ripped and torn like it was near the end of her fight with Sevarec.

His death and revival reached the Outsiders and they were somewhat relieved that Y/N would walk out with Kara, especially with finding the lost team that first encountered Sevarec, though problems still arose with Lex and his schemes, along with some other issues too.

What surprised most was that... Kara defeated a literal God, it surprised her too but she was the one who lost control, not holding back in any form, the supposed death of Y/N fuelling her anger for Sevarec.

Currently... She was on patrol, recently saved a few construction workers who were repairing a damaged structure that was destroyed during the Kryptonian Invasion of Earth months back

Soaring around Metropolis once more to enjoy the summer breeze, the sun was beginning to settle down for the night to kick in.

She was smiling with closed eyes, thinking back to good memories, letting the wind hit her face as her cape gently flapped behind her.

That was until... She heard him, his voice.

"Hey Streaks! Didn't mean to scare you pal but have you seen Kara?"

The Kryptonian smiled at this as she immediately began flying back, doing a barrel roll in the air as she giggled to herself, singing a tune to herself. her cousin's theme tune.

"🎵 da da da da da, da da da, da da da da da, da da da!! 🎵" she sung to herself, mouth opening widely to strike a radiant smile as she continued singing to herself.

She for sure was enjoying herself on the flight back to her apartment, giggling away as she did more tricks, her arms extending out to each side almost like she had wings.

(A/N: Definitely one of my favourite comic drawings of Kara I've ever witnessed upon reading this comic, it's from Supergirl Issue 50... She honestly looks like one of em Disney Princesses in a way too... Fun fact: did you know that Helen Slater herself took part to write this comic too? Also, credit goes to rosewilsonworth for this edited image)

Her smile was bright as a star, enjoying the wind hitting her face as the apartment drew nearer the more she got close.

"Eh, she's obviously out on patrol and..." he stopped his words as Kara swooped on in through her window, landing gracefully as she stroke a superhero pose as she shook her hair back behind her.

"I heard someone wanted to see me?!" she grinned.

Y/N smiled as he approached her, taking in her presence - "Yeah, just wanted to pop in to say hi and if you're alright with me staying here for a bit, just to y'know? Take you up on that offer" he referred to Kara's offer from last week, dinner at her place for a change.

"Oh yeah, the offer still stands but... How did you get in here?" she asked him with an eyebrow

"...I climbed... ~" he blankly stared at her as she put on a confused smile - "Okay... I didn't, I teleported in here with a experimental device I've been trying out and it works! Though I may have scared Streaky on accident doing so" he rubbed the back of his neck as Kara called for Streaky.

"Come here Streaks! Come to mama! ~" she knelt down as the orange tabby cat came meowing toward her, happy to see his owner back - "Hi Streaks! Hi! How's my baby boy?" Kara asked after picking him up, booping him on the nose gently before planting a kiss on his head as he began purring.

"What is it with you and cats?" he rolled his eyes with a smile, referring to the many pictures of her and cats, especially with Lions and their cubs.

"Cats are adorable! Even big cats! Dogs are too like Krypto but Streaks here? He's my baby boy" she melted, hugging him gently as he continued to purr happily.

"I agree... I guess" he kept his smile as Kara put Streaky back down on the ground

"So... Are you cooking dinner or am I cooking?" Kara asked him, hands on her hips again.

"Yeah, I'll cook this time... I've got something special to cook up, and I want to share it with you"

"Aww, how touching ~" Kara giggles before hugging him - "Is that what the bags are for? Those the ingredients?" she then asked him, quickly scanning through the bags with her x-ray vision.

"Yeah, quickly went down to grab the things I need, got some extra's just in case" he looked back at the bags.

"With what money?" she asked, looking at him.

"Uh... Bruce Wayne? He gave me some cash after I sold an artefact to him, I didn't need it so... I sold it to him, I told you this remember?" he revealed the answer to her question.

"Oh right, sorry, It's been a hot minute" Kara looked away awkwardly.

"No worries Angel, but I should get to making dinner"

* The night went on by while Y/N made dinner for both himself and Kara, a pasta dish, pesto sauce, ham, beef with a little kick to it, a dish once made by his mother a very long time ago and surprisingly... He remembers the ingredients and the steps all to well thanks to an un-rather memory he regained.

Ever since you came from the Afterlife, you've been having memories flood through you, memories of your parents, friends, everyone you knew and met throughout the years you walked among the Earth, travelling to different country.

Kara talked about her patrol, keeping the city safe, snapping you back to reality from a daydream of memories, and all the while she was still in costume, not bothering to change out of it at the moment.

She revealed few subtle details about her upcoming promotion of her other job, not her job as a superhero, the one she previously landed with Lana Lang's assistance along with Kal's and Lois' help.

He was proud of her then she asked him if he'd ever get an Earth job...

"So... Do you think of getting an Earth job?" Kara asked while playing with her hair.

"My Earth job... Is protecting Earth, it's my purpose after all" he replied.

"No like... A secret identity type of job" Kara re-worded what she said.

"It is... My job" he cocked an eyebrow.

"You really stink at this, y'know that?" Kara chuckled.

"I know I do" he smiled at her before the water within the pot began to sizzle, disrupting anything else he had to say.

When the time came to dish out the food, it really had a good smell which got Kara's attention away from her little story she was telling him.

She... scoffed the whole lot on her plate. Her plate was completely empty, no ham, no beef, and no pesto pasta left.

"That... That was amazing, really good, best pasta dish I've ever had" Kara praised and boasted, licking her lips afterwards.

"Yeah, happy you enjoyed it... Haven't had it since mother made it" he picked up his and Kara's plate, taking it over to the sink.

"Wait... That was your mom's dish?" she asked curiously, but surprised also.

"Yeah... Ever since I 'allegedly' died and got out of the Afterlife, when I could interact with my parents again, when I came back to life, I began to experience... Memories of my past, of all my friends and family, happy memories, and one of them was... This" he began cleaning the plates with the hot boiling soapy water, letting the heat hit his hands as he sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh, like the good memories you've spent with loved ones? Yeah... I have them too, I always try to remember them when they last" she trailed off, fiddling with her cape.

"We can't always cling to the past, but we should always cherish the good memories from our past also, only leaving them alone as the bad ones remind us that we have come a long way... As they fade away" he monologued, moving onto the next plate to clean.

The question Kara wanted to ask was beginning to bother her again, thinking back to what Y/N said to her when Sevarec firstly killed him - "I... Love you" she wondered if he meant it and was surprised he hasn't even brought it up yet.

"Uhm... Y/N"

"Yes Angel?" he answered sweetly, making Kara blush a little but she pulled herself together.

"Back when I... Held you after Sevarec impaled you. You said something to me before you... Died" Kara began to twiddle with her fingers, feeling nervous about asking the question.

"Hmm?" he hummed, finishing cleaning the plate as he went to clean the forks next.

"You... said something that's been stuck with me since then... You said... 'I love you' ~" Kara looked at him as he stopped cleaning upon hearing what she said, he looked at her wide eyed as she chuckled softly - "All I want to know is... If you... Really meant what you said?" she finally asked the question, THE question that's been bothering her for the last few hours.

He looked at her, still wide eyed as he tried to think of something to say... Before he sighed, his facial expression falling - "Kara... The last time I ever loved someone was... A very long time ago ~" he looked away from her as she got off the chair, to go all the way round to face him, her facial expression showed concern, written all over, eyebrows knitted - "there were many times where I could've fell in love again... But I pushed all of that away after... Losing the one person I fought along side, she was one of us, like me... Sevarec killed her and it... Changed me, I could never find that one person again... Until... You knocked some of my teeth out" he began to smile as Kara's mouth carved into a huge smile, giggling at the memory.

"You have to admit that I have a hell of a killer right hook" she said with sparkle and enthusiasm, her smile shining brightly as he looked away with a chuckle, not being able to keep a straight face at her piercing smile that stroke his eyes.

"Yeah, you do... Every time you smile it... It distracts me since I can't think straight every time I see you smile like that and... Since then when you knocked my teeth out with that 'killer right hook', I think I... I began to find you... irresistible, naïve and sympathetic, i-in a good way of course" he kept his smile as he looked back at her as she kept that curvy smile on her smile, flustered by his words... She began to move.

Closer...

"Go on" she said with a coy smile next.

"And the fact that... Since I saved you that one time properly and... Congratulated you for saving the Earth... That day when you and I finally apologised to each other, knowing that we both share similar pain... The fact you... Wanted to be my friend, though I was tempted to push it away but... You brought something I never felt in a long time" he began to chuckle nervously, he's never chuckled nervously in a long time which fuelled Kara's thoughts.

"And that is?" she smirked, now closer to him than before, their bodies were close as their eyes locked on to one another.

"A heart... You brought a heart to me and I... I couldn't let it go ~" he smiled brightly as her eyes sparkled at this, unable to keep her eyes off of him - "I never said this to you before and I should have but... You saved me from myself, Angel... And I can't thank you enough for that, you changed me for the better ~" he also couldn't keep his eyes off of her, he was falling deep for her, the way she smiled, her eyes on his, her angelic face, her laugh, it always made him feel... Himself around her.

"I saved you from yourself?" she asked with a growing smirk as her forehead puckered, trying her best not to levitate off the ground and kiss him right now.

"Yes... You did... And... I hated myself, I really did, but you... You changed that and I call you *a blush appears across your face* my Angel for that... Practically that's why I call you by nickname, Angel.. But to answer your question ~" he made sure to look at her in her eyes - "As I look into your beautiful comets that make your eyes shine bright... I. Meant what I said... Kara Zor-El, I. Love you, and I have since we started fresh" he smiled ear to ear as Kara's eyes sparkled once more, her eyes falling to his lips as she let her intrusive thoughts win.

"Well, if that's the case" she giggled, levitating off the ground a little as she drew her face closer, placing her hands on his chest to support herself before... Her soft, tender lips touched his, connecting gently and pressing against him.

He placed his hands around her hips as he melted into the kiss, closing his eyes with hers, feeling the softness of her precious lips on his.

"Y/N, I love you too" she said back, breaking the kiss as she giggled afterwards.

"Can I stay with you tonight? To wake up beside you?" he asked her sweetly, his smile growing on his face as she kept her gaze on him lovingly.

"Yes, I'd love that" she pulled herself back in to continue kissing as she landed on her two feet gently, kicking a leg up before things began to...

Heat up...

(Smut time! 💕)

Their lips began to dance with each other slowly but as time progressed, Kara began moaning into the kiss, deepening the kiss further, their lips dancing as they begin to make out.

She backs him up to the wall not far behind him, breaking the kiss as they both looked at each other with lust.

This was the first time Kara ever tried getting emissive, let alone make out with someone.

And she felt she was pretty damn good at it, feeling all flustered and lustful, feeling in the 'mood' of lust, a feeling of sensation.

They both smile seductively, as they continue to make out, using their tongues next as they dance in each other's mouths, her soft moans as his hands reach down behind her back, beyond her cape as it moved around with her motions.

She had him pinned to the wall, floating up a little to his level as their tongues and mouths danced together fluently, in sync.

Her hands reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, making sure she doesn't accidently rip his shirt as she pulled back, her lustful smile growing bigger as his chest was beginning to show, his soft and hardened body striking her eyes as she blushes red at the sight.

Her lavish smile grew into a deepened smirk, licking her lips before biting her tongue at the sight before going in to kiss his bare chest, pecking it little by little, slowly turning him on along with herself.

She's been waiting for this moment a long time now, her feelings for him showed out, her lustful desires becoming reality as she continued to kiss his athletic chest as he watched on with a smile.

"I've been waiting a long time for that ~" she smirked, speaking with a lowered but seductive tone - "Y/N/N, this is my first time doing anything like this... I want this, I 'need' this ~" she said, exaggerating the 'need' with enthusiastic lust - "I want you to be my first and only... Allow me to show you how much... I love you" her smirk deepened further, biting her lip hard as she pulled herself in for another seductive kiss.

Her hands began to reach for her crop top with the cape attached, ready to take it off but she felt his hands stop her, as they opened their eyes to look at each other - "No, keep it on, Angel" he smiled ear to ear, not breaking eye contact as she kept her smirk going, immediately going back in to continue their make out session.

It was at this point where you were now in control, taking her over to the dining table and planting her on top of it, her cape draping across it behind her as you both continued kissing.

She began to get more hornier by the minute, her hands slipping into his pants as his hands reached for her breasts, fondling the House of El glyph on her crop top.

She began rubbing the bump in his area, stroking the hard on he was beginning to get as her moans filled his ears, squeezing her soft breasts through her top.

Her two hands began pulling down to his pants, revealing his boxers as she then pulled them down also, revealing his hardened member, her hand began stroking it after looking down at it, him continuing to play with her boobs, fondling them even further as he kicked off his trousers.

Her moans soon turned into lavish, demanding more from him as she continued stroking his member, making him groan with satisfaction as she then vibrated her hand fast enough to stroke it with more speed, bringing him to orgasm no long after.

Your juices hit her skirt, landing all over it as she giggled, allowing you to shoot the rest of your juices all over her lower half, most of it hitting her skirt.

"Well, won't need this on anymore ~" she took off her skirt and panties, revealing her cherry for him to witness, his eyes bulging out at the sight as his blush deepened, stirring him even further, she caught this and instantly giggled with a brightened smirk of lust as she drew closer to his face - "Let's take this to the bedroom" she suggested, smirking and giggling cutely as she got off the table, taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

Her ass swayed side to side as she walked, her cape got in the way a few times but she took notice and held it out, allowing him to "enjoy the view".

Reaching the bedroom was where things kicked off further, they began making out once more, Kara was on the bottom as he laid on top, allowing him to take the wheel for now.

She really wanted to feel him inside her so bad, but first things first, he wanted her to feel good.

Upon looking at her cherry pop, you smirked as you began to draw closer to it, wanting to pop her cherry, after all... Supergirl was a virgin, you wanted to make her think she's all yours and make her feel good.

"Go ahead, make me feel good" she spoke slow and submissive, licking her lips as she would bite her tongue afterwards.

Before long... she moaned as his tongue licked the entrance of her cherry, teasing her as his tongue licked her labia more frequently as time went by, making her excited and warming her up with his technique.

He's had sex before, many times with his former love years and years ago, but now? At this very moment? He was enjoying it again.

His tongue entered through her cherry, beginning to eat her out as she moaned for him to continue, fondling her breasts as she felt his tongue inside her, moaning with passion, using his finger to tease and rub her lips as his tongue danced inside her vaginal walls, working his way to make her orgasm.

"Yes! Oh Rao, that feels so... Fucking, good!" she moaned out loud, lifting up her crop top to reveal her tits and nipples, hardening as she continued to play with them.

She watched as he continued working on her vagina, moving his tongue in and out of her all the while he rubbed his fingers on her clitoris.

"Keep going! Keep going! It's coming! I'm gonna cum soon!!" she felt her vaginal walls closing up, her orgasm coming closer as he continued eating her out.

HIs fingers began to rub on her faster, making her moan out in pleasure loudly, she tried biting her lip to stop her moans but even that wouldn't stop her from moaning as loud as she was, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands clawing the bed

"Ohhh fuck!!" she moaned loudly, squeezing her breasts as she let loose, letting her juices fly at him.

A moment passes as things calm down, her slight whimpers as he cleans her up with his tongue, licking the juices that were still leaking out of her.

"Wow, pretty powerful orgasm you had there" he complimented her, making her giggle with a satisfied smile, but clearly...

She was hungry for his dick inside her.

She wants her virginity took away by him and only him, she practically begged him to stick his member inside her, seducing him to do it with a deepened kiss, stroking his cock to entice him.

He teased her, which was driving her crazy, craving for it more than she was before, her lustful eyes staring into his, a sparkle of light brimming in them.

She positioned herself, spreading her legs as she pulled down her crop top again, showing off the House of El glyph to him to remind him who he's fucking.

He had to double check if she had protection anywhere but she had it covered already.

She smirks as he positions himself, aiming his tip right for her entrance as she begins rubbing her clitoris, he thought of teasing her as she caught wind of this - "C'mon, I know what you're thinking, slip it in already!" she groaned, eyebrows frowned, wanting his member inside her as he smirked at her facial expression.

"You read me like a book huh? ~" he teased - "But hey... You wanted this" he got closer to her face, looking right into her eyes, their lips not far from each other as he thrusted his hips into her, his tip entering her cherry as the walls constructed around it, causing her to let out a huge, softened moan, breathing onto his face.

She re-opened her eyes after she briefly closed them due to the pleasure of him entering her, her eyes widening as he went deeper the first thrust before going slowly, this was her first time and he didn't want to rush things but he hissed, groaned...

"Oh damn... Your tight already" he hissed, she began to show concern as his face scrunched up.

"Are you alright? We can -"

"Shhh ~" you placed your finger on her mouth - "It's a good thing, your vagina's not crushing my cock so. we're. Good" you reassured her, which seemed to calm her worried thoughts down, you were groaning in pleasure.

It's been so long since you felt like this, that you ever slipped inside someone.

He never thought he'd be fucking a Super, let alone Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, you admitted you loved her geeky, nerdy side when it came to her identity Linda Lang but... It was Supergirl you fell for, the heroic, hot headed, cute Superhero.

"Oh fuck! Fuuuuck" Kara clawed the bed sheets around her, as he kept thrusting in and out of her.

Her continuous moans, filling his ears as they both embraced in a deep kiss, using their tongues to dance in each other's mouths, his hands once again reached for her breasts, fondling the glyph once more, massaging her breasts through her crop top as she moaned during the deep kiss, laughing softly as he began to pick up a little speed.

"Oh. Fuck. YES!!" Kara breathes out heavily, her moans getting louder as his cock popped her cherry, going even deeper as it slipped in and out with more ease, her pussy lubricating his cock as it penetrated her, he moved his hips like a jackhammer, picking up speed and slowing down again.

"You enjoying yourself huh?" he teased, pulling out his cock and teasing her entrance again.

"Hey! I was until you did that!" she pouted.

He began to chuckle - "Relax Angel, step two coming up" he smirked as his cock aimed back down into her hole.

Before the Kryptonian knew it, he slammed right down inside her, going in deep as this made her gasp, eyes widened as the pleasure was sudden, his cock drew deeper as he thrusted with speed, knowing he popped her cherry not long ago.

His thighs collided with her pelvis, slapping noises were heard as he was going deep, his cock slipping in and out, in and out as she continued to moan loud, her pussy got wetter as that began to make noises too.

Her moans were silenced briefly by Y/N's lips crashing into hers as he kept the paste up, her muffled moans colliding with his own soft groans, both breathing hard after the long deep kiss they both shared, his hips going much faster than before.

His hands massaged her breasts again as her eyes brimmed with tears, the pleasure becoming too much for her to bear she began to giggle uncontrollably, laughing at the pleasure of his cock going deep inside her, touching the G-spot.

She craved for this, looking into his eyes as she used her elbows to reach up to him, wanting to kiss him deep by pulling him down to her, her legs wrapped around him as she wanted him to finish inside

And she knew it was coming, she knew he was getting close to orgasm, she could feel his cock twitching.

Not only that... She was close too, her walls began to tighten further as her soft moans got louder again.

"Oh Rao yes!! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Keep going!! I'm gonna cum again!!" she shouts with pleasure, his cock did a few more thrusts before - "YESSSSSS!! OH FUCK!!!" she shouted with an orgasm, cursing and talking dirty in Kryptonese not long after.

You didn't understand what she meant but she said it with heart and lust as you came to orgasm after she did, groaning as your cock twitched inside her, filling her womb up before crashing into her body as the two of you laid there, panting heavily as both of your hearts calmed down.

Kara laid there was satisfaction, looking at Y/N as he sighed with her, both feeling satisfied as they embraced in a kiss.

Not long after... The two got up and cleaned themselves, Kara changed out of her outfit by putting on a suitable pair of pyjamas, donning her glyph.

Y/N however stayed within his boxers, both were laying on the couch, watching a movie they agreed to watch.

His arm outstretched over her shoulder, cuddling into him as they watched the movie together.

It was at this point... Y/N was the happiest he's ever been.

He found that one person who somehow managed to break open his shell, his layer of walls that isolated him forever.

It was like what Dick Grayson once told him - "A little push and you're all set to sail" he thought back as he laid his head against Kara's.

"Y/N"

And upon that...

He would never want to leave her side.

"I love you"

Ever...

"I love you too"

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[laundrybiscuits]

(purify our misfit ways tag)

“Wait,” says Steve. “That’s Eddie? Your boyfriend Eddie?”

Robin gags theatrically. “Ew, gross. Not my boyfriend, just a friend.”

Steve frowns. “Gross is kinda harsh. He’s the only guy you ever talk about, how was I supposed to know he’s not your boyfriend?”

“Uh, by maybe not assuming that I can’t just have a non-boyfriend friend who’s a boy? Or that I have to have a boyfriend at all in the first place? It’s not harsh for me not to want to date him.”

“Sure, whatever. Go ahead and live your sexless nerd life all you want.” Steve rolls his eyes, and Robin was right the first time, he really is a douchebag. She can’t believe she thought any differently, even for a moment.

“So, what’s up with the guy who’s not your boyfriend? Like, what’s his deal?”

Robin regards him narrowly. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, god. Am I not allowed to ask questions?”

“Steve Harrington,” says Robin. “You have been shockingly un-terrible so far. And I do mean shockingly. Every single time we have a shift together and you’re not the absolute scum of the earth, it is a shock to my system from which I will never truly recover. I might even risk permanent nerve damage and acknowledge that you have successfully achieved the rank of my least hated coworker, if only because Gordon is a total creep and Jenny doesn’t even pretend to clean up after herself. Despite this momentous achievement: if you start harassing Eddie, I swear on my life I will end you. There will be nothing left but a faint whiff of Aqua Net lingering in the air.”

“I’m not gonna—harass him! Or anyone! Jeez, Robin!”

Steve crosses his arms, sulking, because he’s a giant baby. Robin does feel a miniscule twinge of guilt, because she wasn’t lying; she’ll die before admitting it, but the last couple weeks working with Steve have been almost—fun, kind of. He’s still a dingus who screws up all the time, but he lets her boss him around without complaining or challenging her in some dumb boy way, and he has the kind of acid-tongued apathy towards the general public that normally takes years of social exile to develop. He actually laughs at her jokes most of the time, even when they’re mean.

But…Eddie’s being admittedly extremely weird, and she knows where her loyalties lie. She’ll be damned if she lets anyone scent weakness, no matter how much they may or may not have changed since high school.

“Just leave Eddie alone, okay?” she says. “He got enough of your shit at school.”

“I don’t even remember him from school,” whines Steve. “The hell are you talking about?”

“You didn’t remember me, either,” says Robin.

She remembers him, though. Everyone remembers Steve Harrington, whether they want to or not. Big house, no parents. Walked through the halls like there was a carpet rolled out in front of him, some girl on his arm and his sycophants milling.

The surge of vicious satisfaction she feels at the sight of him now, trapped behind a counter and dressed like a joke for minimum wage, is strong enough to make her pause. She knows this one: schadenfreude. Joy in others’ misfortune.

This isn’t who she wants to be.

She goes over to lean against the counter next to him.

“Listen, you’ll be out of here in the fall, right? Before you know it, Hawkins will just be a weird, distant memory. I’m sure your first college kegstand will propel you to all-new heights of popularity.”

“I’m, uh.” Steve looks away, scratching at his jaw. “I’m actually just. Taking some time right now. Figuring out my next moves, you know.”

“In Hawkins?” Robin stares at him incredulously. If she had to take a gap year, she’d—well, actually, she might need to take a gap year in Hawkins to save up if she can’t get enough financial aid. There’s no way Steve Harrington’s doing that, though.

“Aren’t you, like, rich?” she blurts out. She would be the worst spy in the entire world, god. “I mean, aren’t your parents paying for college?”

Steve’s still not looking at her. “They, uh, kinda cut me off. I’m not—I don’t know if I’m going to college. Might not be for me. Like I said, I’m just…figuring things out right now.”

“Um, okay,” she says. Robin’s getting that itchy feeling she gets sometimes, when it seems like people around her are having a totally different conversation than the one they’re having with their actual voices. It’s like trying to translate something from a new language, except she doesn’t have a dictionary or any guidebooks, just a torrent of meaning locked away where she can’t reach. And that would be fine, she likes figuring that kind of puzzle out in other contexts, but everyone else seems to be totally fluent in the silent language while Robin’s struggling to follow along at the slowest possible pace, and—

Oh. Steve didn’t get into college.

“What about technical school?” she says, before her brain can really catch up. “I mean—um, I just mean, like, if you’re not sure if the traditional college thing is for you, I know some people who—they prefer technical college. As an alternative.” Why can’t she ever, ever shut up? Steve doesn’t want to talk about this, she knows he doesn’t want to talk about this.

He drags his hand through his hair, dislodging the stupid sailor hat, and huffs out a laugh. It doesn’t sound happy. “Don’t think that’s for me either.”

And sure, if she’d actually stopped to think about it for a second, she might’ve been able to guess that in a place like Hawkins, even being captain of the swim team probably isn’t enough to snag a sports scholarship, and there’s no way Steve’s grades are even remotely okay. He’s just always seemed like the kind of guy who was going somewhere, who had a golden future, and she’d hated him a little bit for that.

So: Steve Harrington, high school graduate. Sure. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Robin actually does know plenty of people who didn’t go to college. But almost all of those people are her parents’ flower-child friends who wanted to explore the world and do drugs and make art, not polo-clad jocks who don’t seem to even be aware that there’s a world outside Hawkins. It’s taking her a second to adjust.

“Yeah, I don’t think Eddie’s doing the college thing either,” she says. It’s an apology, though she hopes he doesn’t take it that way.

“He’s not?” says Steve, blinking as if the very notion of Eddie voluntarily submitting to higher education wasn’t completely laughable.

“I think he’s probably going to be a famous rockstar or something someday. He’s, like, crazy good on the guitar, you should hear him play.”

“Sure,” snorts Steve. “Tell you what, if we’re ever in the same room for more than two seconds, I’ll listen to whatever he’s got.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

#fic: purify our misfit ways #I feel like I'm slooowly dialing in on Robin's voice #I'm also trying really hard not to sand off all of S3 Steve's awkward edges bc he was an incredibly closed-off trainwreck #this snippet is really me just trying to figure out how exactly Robin started seeing Steve differently in this universe #what does that mean for this story? who knows! I have no idea where this is going at all! #cannot stress enough how little I plan this shit

[tinyozlion]

“True Friends” - Understanding Mr. Treize and the Contradictions of OZ

“Treize himself has a tremendous disdain for any tactic that allows for excess casualties. Ignoble behavior on the battlefield sullies any victory, and civilian death makes a mockery of what a True Soldier fights and dies for. For Treize, there is nothing more hateful than removing the human component from battle, or the cowardly avoidance of responsibility for human death.”

Gosh! What a great quote! I wonder who said that? Oh right, that was me! I did. I wrote that in the entry about “True Soldiers: Aesthetics, Honor, and Chivalry”.   

Let’s examine that a little more, shall we? 

“His Excellency doesn’t want battles that involve civilians.”

Everyone who knows Treize best, his “True Friends”, who grew up with him, who were trained by him, who understand him, all seem to agree: His Excellency wouldn’t stand for needless casualties. OZ may be ruthlessly pragmatic and underhanded, but that couldn’t be Treize’s fault– no, it’s always Lady Une! It’s his fanatically devoted colonel who always chooses the path of greatest violence, heedless of any collateral damage– she’s the one to blame! Treize would never give an order that risked civilian lives.

…Right?

…Right?

Surely he would stop her, admonish her, make her face serious consequences for the atrocities she was willing to commit. He’d leave no room for doubt that she had failed him and disappointed him.

...Right?

Yeah, that’s right, a firm slap on the wrist oughta do it. Tell her to try a little harder next time to understand the value of human life. Just do better! It’s alright to use mobile suits to attack a school, but we’re going to put a stop to it because I’ve changed my mind about killing a teenage girl, as a personal favor to a friend. 

–Friends of His Excellency would certainly like to believe that he would never knowingly sacrifice civilians, but he sure doesn’t seem to mind benefiting from someone else doing it for him.

How well do Treize’s friends really understand him, when they seem unaware of how wide a margin of error he finds acceptable in pursuing his ideals? 

Well, ideals are fine and all, but war is war, and some amount of pragmatism is necessary to stay on top. Treize isn’t the one calling all the shots (yet), and the organization he reports to expects results. You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet, right? That’s why it pays to have a Chief Omelet Maker working for you, so she can break all the eggs, and murder school children, and threaten nuclear assault, and you can come away still smelling like roses. 

…But what sort of effect does that have on her? 

It’s better for a ruler to be feared than loved; being hated is the perfect motivation to stay strong; fighting will never disappear from the world, so the strong should rule it for the sake of damage control; God was too lenient when he gave mankind the free will to rebel; people find comfort in being controlled by the powerful. 

--These are some of Treize’s stated ideals. 

So Lady Une devotes herself to fulfilling those ideals unflinchingly, no matter how much blood ends up on her hands. Better her hands than His. OZ has to be the strongest. OZ has to win. OZ must be victorious at any cost. Damn the Colonies, damn the politician’s daughter who made herself a liability, damn the wounded soldiers left behind at New Edwards Base– she’s going to make OZ so absolutely unfuckwithable that their enemies shit themselves at the mention of its name, and she’ll do it herself if no one else will. Because THAT is what His Excellency wants. She understands him. 

...So why does he keep telling her– ever so gently, ever so gracefully, that she’s wrong? If making sure the strongest rule and the weak obey isn’t what pleases him, then what will? 

Killing is simple– anyone is capable of killing anyone, so you mustn't abuse that capability. The Earth is fragile and infinitely beautiful. Human life is fragile and infinitely beautiful. One must always take responsibility for the fates of those who fight for you, and honor the sacrifice of those who die. Tragedy in war is inevitable. 

--These are some of Treize’s stated ideals. 

So Lady Une devotes herself to fulfilling those ideals with grace and empathy, to bring an end to needless bloodshed. The world needs a strong, compassionate leader, who is capable of loving humanity and guiding them to a peaceful future, where loss and war are tragedies of the past. Order and peace can be maintained without sacrifice, by using technical advancements to replace soldiers on the battlefield and keep them out of harm’s way. That is what His Excellency wants. She understands him.

...So why does he tell her– so sadly, plaintively, that she is wrong? That he is not who she thinks he is, that the future she has so carefully laid out for him is a fantasy of her own making? Why does he plead with her to come back to him, as the person he once knew so fondly?

Civility and honorable conduct on the battlefield is worth more than victory. To fight for something one believes in with perfect clarity is the purest endeavor of mankind. The tragedy of loss is what gives a battle meaning. Honoring the sacrifice of those who have died for your cause means being willing to die for it yourself. To fight, to lose, to die for a noble cause is to move the hearts of all humanity, to touch immortality. 

--These are some of Treize’s stated ideals. 

And so she does– she sacrifices herself to save the Gundam pilots and turn the tides in outer space, rejecting Romefeller, rejecting the Mobile Dolls. At last, she understands him. 

…But didn’t she always?

Except perhaps in the case of using Mobile Dolls to replace soldiers (an idea that was easily manipulated by its inventors to fit into her worldview at the time), her understanding of Treize’s ideals wasn’t ever wrong, just fragmented. She focused on a single facet at a time, each time excluding the contradictions of the other sides– light bouncing off a solid plane without revealing the rest of the prism’s convoluted geometry. 

She isn’t mistakenly interpreting him– HE is a mess, and she is representing him accurately, one dimension at a time. 

What is more significant is that he finally understands this about her.

Treize is mortified to realize what sort of effect he has been having on someone he cares about, during a period where he is questioning the validity of his own beliefs and significance. He may mistakenly believe that he is responsible for having fragmented Lady Une’s personality– which is not how the condition she has operates– but he is not mistaken in taking responsibility for her distress, and the danger he has put her in.

Losing her, or believing that he has lost her, is devastating. Rather than moving him to action, it moves him to inaction; aware that he has come to represent ideals that are too easily manipulated by people who he fundamentally disagrees with, that the idea of him is too powerful to be used responsibly by the current rulers, he withdraws. 

Treize cannot switch off the magnetic field of his charisma or its continuous pull on the soldiers who take inspiration from him, but he refuses to willingly lend himself to a cause that he finds irresponsible. In fact, he refuses to join any cause until one presents itself that he can have complete faith in– and complete control over. 

The people whom Treize considers his True Friends are the ones who “understand” him– this includes his enemies, the ones who oppose him but nevertheless espouse values that he can respect. In fact, ANY strongly held ideal, even ones in opposition to him, and ANY display of courage, is more admirable in Treize’s estimation than lip service to his own ideals or those of his organization. The “fighting spirit” that is of paramount value in his worldview is not limited to combatants– he expresses immense respect for Relena Peacecraft, more so even than his respect for the Gundam pilots, who he comes to idolize. What matters is the strength of conviction. What matters is courage.

He respects and admires Lady Une, even when her errors in judgment have megaton consequences, because she is so singularly and ferociously dedicated to her goals. He tolerates the violence and inhumane actions of the Specials and OZ soldiers because they are fanatically ambitious and ready to die for their ideals. As long as the ultraviolence isn’t cowardly or self-serving, then Treize can and will overlook the body count– noble sacrifices, all. He’ll memorize their names later on today.

Treize’s ideals are flawed and contradictory. There is a tipping point in the series where he gains enough self-awareness to recognize this fact. This does not stop him from believing in his ideals– he can’t simply turn away completely from what he values and loves about humanity and its “fighting spirit”– but it does allow him to appreciate those who see his hypocrisy for what it is, and who despise him for it. 

“You’re only capable of looking down on others; you’re only fighting to satisfy your ego. How many people have died because of you?”

The fact that Treize has memorized the names of all 99 thousand people who have died for him does not do anything to improve Wufei’s opinion. For Treize, that number is a sacred personal burden; to Wufei, it is evidence of offensive, monstrous egotism. 

Wufei, of all the Gundam pilots, is best acquainted with how wide the margin of error is in Treize’s ideal of chivalry. Nataku herself, the namesake for Wufei’s gundam, fell neatly into that margin and died in it. Long before they met and dueled, Wufei knew of Treize as the OZ official jointly responsible for an attack on his Colony. While General Septem of the Alliance (then in control) would have murdered everyone on the Colony indiscriminately with biological weapons, Treize’s solution was more sporting: OZ sent in Mobile Suit troops to directly eliminate the rebel element, who were armed with nothing but a single decrepit prototype Leo and an unfinished Gundam with no ammo-- a much more chivalrous way of sterilizing a Colony, allowing the largely unarmed group of dissidents to die fighting rather than be killed with the push of a button.

Would the deaths of the Long Clan have been meaningful sacrifices in Treize’s eyes? Was exterminating civilians for the sake of convenience a noble cause to fight for?

One could argue that the existence of the then-in-development Gundam was enough of a threat to justify an attack, but at the time the idea of gundanium mobile suits was no more than a rumor. Could Treize, back on Earth, have reasonably predicted its invention? 

Not if we are to believe his own words, which clearly indicate that the Gundam’s existence was unknown to him until reported after the attack.  

For those who fall outside of his cult of personality it is easier to see past the charisma to the reality: no matter what his soldiers think of him, Treize is not a god. He is only a man, and no one person has the right to decree some deaths necessary to the future. 

–And Treize, for his part, would agree. He is a single individual, whose ideals people put too much faith in without fully realizing the essence of what they mean. But the belief people place in him gives Treize a level of power that must be acknowledged and used responsibly, and to the best of his ability, he tries to use it for the good of Earth and humankind. 

As a symbol, he is far more influential than he could ever be as a man, and his awareness of that fact leads him to choose the path of martyrdom, knowing that his very existence is a threat to peace. The only way he can neutralize his own power as a military icon is to join the sacrifices to the cause. And what more iconic way to do that than with a duel?

Treize may have resigned himself to being an anachronism and a dreamer, but if he is going to die for the sake of the future, he will at least go out according to his ideals: gracefully, nobly, at the hands of an enemy he respects. 

For personal and aesthetic reasons, Milliardo is Treize’s hopeful first choice as a dueling partner, but Milliardo had his own role to play in their final performance, which prevented him from participating in a duel for their mutual actualization. So Wufei is the right choice; Wufei both understands him and has a justified reason to want him dead. Besides, it’s an elegant, symmetrical solution– the continuation of a duel that he predicted they would be destined to finish in mobile suits.

--And what effect does that have on Wufei? Perhaps expectedly, a fracturing one. 

It shouldn’t be surprising that Treize’s ideals resonate so powerfully with someone who was raised in a warrior culture, especially someone who only knows how to express his beliefs and sense his self worth through combat.

Wufei, too, lives with contradictions that he cannot fully unify. 

Treize Khushrenada cannot live in the world he wishes to see realized. 

 If he were to win the war against White Fang, the cycle of oppression and resentment would continue. Even if he were to immediately relinquish his power to Relena and demilitarize the Earth Sphere, the end result would lead to more conflict; his refusal to take control of the Colonies would be seen as capitulation, and a betrayal of those who fought for him against the threat of annihilation from space. Even the considerable power of his charisma would evaporate overnight if he were to appear to be turning his back on the soldiers whose fanatic loyalty had allowed the unified mobilization of Earth’s military forces under his banner. But, as a general leading from the front lines in a noble defense of Earth, dying gloriously in battle for the sake of peace lends all that charisma to the future he fought for. 

--The message left to the surviving soldiers is not: “His Excellency led us into battle and then abandoned us when he won”, but instead: “this is the peace His Excellency died protecting.” 

Indeed, after his death, Treize’s name IS used in an attempt to lend legitimacy to the argument that soldiers have been devalued in a time of peace, and that continuous war to determine the strongest victor to lead humanity is his true legacy. But it doesn’t stick– the would-be dictator who tries to use Treize’s name in service of his military takeover is killed by a nameless soldier, whose change of heart is motivated by the memory of what Treize actually died for. 

--It is not a victor who moved the hearts of the people, but a glorious loser.

#Gundam Wing #Treize Khushrenada #Lady Une #Chang Wufei #Endless Waltz #gundam wingtionary #wing watcher's toolkit #tinyozlion pgw #parsing post

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This is the gist of my Quaritch theory as well, mostly because it's pretty realistic, but also because, I don't know, it's soft and mushy and will make me cry.

I imagine him going insubordinate for Spider, refusing too many orders, going behind the General's back one too many times; he loses their trust, does it knowingly, all for his kid.

Because he's tired. Tired of playing the role of a dead man, tired of reliving memories that don't feel like his, tired of sticking to the same path that got him killed. He's tired of hearing screams, he's tired of smelling ash and char, he's tired of scrubbing his hands of the blood that will forever coat them.

Most of all, he's tired of seeing his son's disappointed son's face staring back at him with contempt and disgust. He's tired of having to pick between his living, breathing son, and a cold, violent mission.

The second he leaves (with Cupcake, of course, he ain't leaving his girl behind to those sky people), he looks for his son. He doesn't really have a plan, Spider may run from him again (and he wouldn't chase him. He respects his son too much to force himself on the poor thing), Neytiri and Jake may try and kill him (and this time he might just let it happen), and even if by some grace of God (Eywa?) none of that happens, where does that leave him.

he's a colonizer, a genocider, he is drowning in innocent blood, even if it was his original self that did most of the damage, he still followed his path. he can't fix that, can't change what happened, he couldn't dare expect any Na'vi to put up with him, to pretend like his face doesn't haunt their nightmares.

in all honesty, he'd just be happy to see his boy one more time, to hold him and see him smile one last time, to know that he is safe and loved. he could give up then. spiders the only thing he has, and if the boys safe, then that's ok.

I imagine him becoming sort of a recluse, living alone with Cupcake somewhere in the woods, somewhere spider can come visit him. I feel like Jake would have some (small) sympathy, and Neytiri (who can be reasonable, I hate that people fail to see that. emotion and logic are two different things, she struggles with the later, and I hate to even call it a struggle) understands the pain of his current existence, stuck between, living a lie, playing a role; she can forgive him and not want him around all the same.

I think Quaritch will become a fragile ally in a later movie, but I know for a fact he's gonna fight to have week ends with his boy. he did all this for spider, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get a little time with him.

and spider feels so conflicted. he saved him because he saw the good in him, he stuck with him and loved him because Quaritch loved him back, because he didn't treat him like a pet. but he knows his family aches at the mere thought of Quaritch, that he is once again torn between 2 lives, even if one (Quaritch) is significantly better (spiders place in the family runs deep; he's not only adopted, but adopted out of pity and burden, he's different and can barely function in their world, and he's human. no matter what changes happen to the sully family, he will never fit in, he will never be an equal to them) he's still so loyal, especially to the one he's been with longer. He clings to his father, he still loves him, but he fears that he'll trade 1 person for his whole family. he's scared he'll lose everything.

he's like the ultimate child of divorce. it's like an eternal case of 'who do you wanna satay with for the holidays' except the holidays is just life, but it's the dread of picking one over the other, knowing it's a trick question. pick one and your shamed for ditching, pick the other and your guilted for leaving the other out and missing time with them. this is all happening when spider and Quaritch just want time to nap in the son and bind like father and son, while the Sully's make spiders life hell (they don't mean it, but spider dynamic with them is not, and most likely, will never be healthy).

they're gonna need a family therapist next movie, they already did, but I have a feeling it's gonna be a lot worse come the inevitable Quaritch redemption.

#late night ramblings #for me at least #im tired #I hope this makes sense #avatar spider #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles socorro #Quaritch #I need to see that man have a crisis #asap #also to clarify #I'm not a Sully anti #I just recognize the dynamic at play is deep rooted and toxic #and no one can truly be blamed for it #besides maybe Jake #cause like #he knows exactly what spiders going through and still treats him like an other and a stray which rubs me the wrong way #also Quaritch's ikran will always be cupcake in my mind

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From The Ashes- Chapter 10

Note: Sorry for the wait. This is probably the longest chapter I've written so far. And the next chapter is a bit bigger. More Daryl, Kismet, and Pheonyx interactions. Thank you to @garlic-the-gnome and @loganlostitall for reading my drafts and giving me advice and corrections. I'm super grateful for it. Also, don't be like Daryl. If you think someone is trans and want to ask, don't. If you have to, ask their pronouns. If a trans person wants to reveal themself as trans to you, they will. By asking, you're putting them in a shitty spot. Not only does it imply they don't pass if you have to ask, but some people just don't want to talk about it. Daryl isn't verse in this stuff though. Pheonyx can forgive him for that.

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Chapter CW/TW: talk of drug-addict/abusive/neglectful parents, shitty childhoods in general, denial of sexuality, anxiety, PTSD, hate crime mentions

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The damn mutt wasn’t as stupid as he looked earlier. As soon as Pheonyx had him sniff Sophia’s shirt and gave him the command, the dog shot off after the little girl’s trail. Originally, Daryl had been skeptical of the pup’s skill. The only word that he could think of to describe Kismet was goofy. His muscled body was all limbs and he crashed through the underbrush and bushes with no regard for noise or tact. It was hard to believe that this dog would be trained to do more than drool and sniff his own butt. The hunting dogs that lived in his trailer park growing up were more refined. They could be noisy, especially once they treed a coon or squirrel, but when they were working in the woods, they were damn near soundless. Still dubious about the dog, he had stopped them a few hundred yards behind  the area where he and Rick had first started tracking Sophia. He wanted to see if Kismet would follow the same path they had when she first got lost. And he did. The dog held his nose to the ground and started following the area they had walked through 2 days ago. Pheonyx watched the dog with a proud look on his face before turning to Daryl and motioning towards the direction Kismet was going. 

“After you, Apollo.”

An abrupt snort left his nose. Apollo. The Greek god of archery. Of all the nicknames he’d ever been called that was probably the nicest by far. It was much preferred to Merle’s nickname for him, “Darlena.” Merle mostly did it to annoy him. But it was also a jab at his manhood. Mostly due to the fact that he didn’t pant after women like some kind of sex fiend but partially because he had a streak of kindness in him that Merle always lacked. Most people didn’t know, it wasn’t something the brothers talked about much, that Merle was Daryl’s half brother. His momma was one of the many junkies that their father went on benders with. Merle spent the first 5 years of his life being shuffled by social workers back and forth between his momma and their Pa. Each of them going through cycles of getting clean and then relapsing shortly after. They didn’t get clean for their son though. It was simply for the welfare check and food stamps that came along with having custody of a child. Right before his 6th birthday, Merle watched his momma OD. He was locked in the tiny apartment with her body for 2 days before the neighbors were able to get the cops to investigate the constant screaming of a child. From there, his brother lived solely with his father. Their Pa got better at playing a sober, loving father and Merle got better at hiding the bruises and lashes. Eventually, social services left them alone. It was just the two of them until Will Dixon married Daryl’s momma in one of his brief moments of sobriety. While she treated Merle like he was her own, the damage to his emotional well-being was already done. His brother spent years all alone. He never had anyone who truly cared for him and the only love he ever received was a facade for social workers and cops that always seemed to be snooping around. Daryl suspected that neglect was why his brother had such a hard time maintaining any sort of relationship. And his obsession with being manly, therefore not weak, was entirely due to the brainwashing their father had instilled in him. So, Daryl couldn’t entirely blame his brother for his constant bullying and name-calling. He would happily take “Apollo” over any of the ones his brother had come up with. Especially if Pheonyx was the one calling him it. The name sounded so sweet coming from his lips, and honestly it made Daryl feel wanted. Aside from his brother, he never had friends growing up. And friends gave each other meaningful nicknames. Was that what this was? Was Pheonyx trying to be friends with him? Or was there something else? He did wink at him earlier. Didn’t he? No. He couldn’t have. He must have had something in his eye. That’s all. There is no possible way that a guy like Pheonyx would be trying to flirt with a guy like Daryl. For one, Daryl was older than him by at least a decade, if not more. Second, Pheonyx was incredibly attractive. Obviously, Daryl wasn’t gay but he could objectively say that the other man was beautiful. Even with the world the way it was, he was attractive enough that he could have anyone he wanted. There was no way he could possibly want someone like Daryl. An old redneck who spent the majority of his life chasing after his older brother. The idea that Pheonyx might, though, made his cheeks and ears turn red. Swamped with embarrassment, he gripped his crossbow tightly, reassuring himself of its comforting presence. 

Daryl ducked his head, hiding the heat of his face from Pheonyx’s eyes, and began to follow after Kismet. Despite the fact that he was out of sight, the dog was easy to trail. He left a path of destruction in his wake that was akin to Godzilla destroying a city. Broken branches, trampled bushes, and large paw prints smushed into the mud were like a line of breadcrumbs that led straight to the fumbling beast. If that wasn’t enough, Kismet sniffed out the trail like he was a pig at the state fair. Each inhale was a long snort and exhaled out with a loud wheeze. The sound was like a homing beacon to the dog’s location. Daryl hoped that the everpresent sound of windchimes around them would confuse walkers enough to keep them from following after the dog, and subsequently the two humans on his trail. 

He followed Kismet’s path for a minute before he realized that Pheonyx wasn’t next to him. Looking over his shoulder, he called out,

“Ya comin’, Firebird?” 

Daryl wasn’t entirely sure where the name had come from. The word slid off his tongue like it was something he had been saying for years.  It could be just a play on the other man’s namesake. Maybe it was the fire he had seen in Pheonyx’s eyes when he was standing up to Shane earlier. Either way, the name fit him well. Since Pheonyx had given Daryl his own nickname, it seemed only fitting to have chosen one for him too. 

They spent almost two hours following after Kismet. The speckled dog was very intent on the trail, only breaking his trance to jog back and smell the shirt hanging off of Pheonyx’s belt. After he reminded himself of the scent he was supposed to be tracking, he would trot back to the area he stopped and correct his direction to follow the scent. Pheonyx knew he was on the right track though, occasionally he would catch glimpses of small footprints in the moist forest floor and broken branches at a height that was equivalent to a 12 year old girl. Daryl must have noticed those things too because he didn’t voice any objections to their pathing. 

The afternoon sun was high in the sky, and even the shade from the forest canopy wasn’t enough to mute the heat from the blazing rays. Sweat was dripping down Pheonyx’s face and creating dark spots on his gray tank top. Daryl didn’t seem to be immune to the heat either, his face was glistening with perspiration, making the dirt on his skin darker and more pronounced. Kismet was also panting heavily. He didn’t break from his job though. In past training sessions, they didn’t usually stop until the dog found the scent he was tracking. This was very different than making Jimmy run around the yard with a squirrel skin dragging behind him though. As much as Pheonyx wanted to find Sophia right away, he needed to advocate for Kismet. The pup needed a breather. 

“We need to take a break,” he said, wiping his hand across his forehead to sop up some of the sweat that was tickling his skin. 

Daryl didn’t pause though. He looked back at the younger man with a frown and a slight glare. “Nah we gotta keep movin’. Wastin’ daylight just standin’ around. Sophia could be jus up ahead.”

“If she is, we’ll find her. 10 minutes. That’s all I ask. Kismet needs water and to relax for a minute. We’re no good to Sophia if we pass out from heat stroke and dehydration,” Pheonyx said, standing his ground.  

The archer was silent for a moment, but he realized the truth in Pheonyx’s words. “Fine,” he muttered in defeat. Once he glanced around the surrounding area and concluded there were no walkers or other dangers lurking, he leaned against the nearest tree and began to bite on the skin around his thumbnail. It was a habit of his from childhood he’d never seemed to break, no matter how much Merle told him it made him look like he was sucking his thumb. 

Pheonyx smiled at him in thanks before whistling to recall Kismet. It only took a few seconds for the Tasmanian Devil to burst through the brush, his tongue hanging out in an attempt to cool his overheated body. Pulling off his backpack, Pheonyx knelt next to him and began to scrub the dog’s neck, whispering to him, “You’re doing so good, handsome. Gotta take a break though. You thirsty?” 

Daryl tried to ignore the way his body shivered at the softness in Pheonyx’s tone. He tried not to watch the small beads of sweat slide down his toned arms, making the images on his skin glisten and come to life. He tried not to notice how the neckline of his gray tank top gaped a bit from the angle the other man was kneeling and he was able to get a glimpse of raven wings across his chest.  Instead, he focused on his movements. Pheonyx pulled out three water bottles and a dog bowl from his bag. The younger man opened one up, emptied the bottle into the bowl, and placed the vessel on the ground for Kismet to drink. 

Half a smile overtook Pheonyx’s face as he watched Kismet go to town on the water. Lapping loudly, more water ended up on his muzzle and the surrounding ground than in his mouth. It was still enough to cool him down a bit though because his panting was less heavy as he sprawled on the ground afterward. Shaking his head at the ditzy dog, Pheonyx stood up and handed one of the water bottles over to Daryl, who took it gratefully. He also pulled out one of the bags of jerky from his pocket and held it out to him. 

Daryl felt a wave of reluctance. It wasn’t that he wasn’t hungry. He was. The group’s food supply had dwindled over the past few days, and he hadn’t been able to properly hunt since he was busy looking for Sophia. He’d only managed to swallow down a small stale granola bar before they’d made the short drive to the Greene farm. The idea of being indebted to anyone though, didn’t sit right with him. Nothing in life was free. Especially not for him and Merle. That had been a lesson he’d learned early on. Parents were supposed to provide for their children. Food, clothes, love. But Will Dixon was only a parent in the biological sense. Nothing he ever gave the boys had been from the kindness of his heart. At first, his Ma did her best to put food on the table and clothe them. Once her depression took hold though, she couldn’t work and barely managed to get out of bed everyday. He and Merle took care of themselves the majority of the time. Food was swiped from the local grocery store, picked out of the dumpsters behind restaurants, or stolen from the local food bank donation bins around Thanksgiving time. Clothes were appropriated from lost and found bins around town, or purchased from a thrift store using the meager amounts of money the boys were able to make doing chores for the older folks in the trailer park. Despite the world falling, things hadn’t changed so much for Daryl. He still did his part to earn his food and clothing within the group. If he took the food from Pheonyx, he would owe him. Or at least, he felt like he would. The water bottle he had taken without hesitation but that was different. Water was a bit more common to find, especially on a farm that likely had a well. Food was more of a scarcity and therefore more valuable. So, no matter how much his chest was telling him that Pheonyx wasn’t like that, that he wouldn’t hold some jerky over Daryl’s head, his brain was winning the fight.  

Pheonyx could see the apprehension on Daryl’s face. 

“I swear I didn’t poison it,” he said, still holding the bag out. 

“Ain’t that,” Daryl mumbled, ducking his eyes in embarrassment, still trying to win the inner battle with his mind to just accept the damn food. “Don’t want any charity is all.”

Understanding dawned on Pheonyx and he nodded his head. During the first 8 years of his life, his mom had been an insurance agent and the bread-winner of the family. She was traveling 3 weeks out of every month and, even when she was home, her attention was mentally in the office. His biological father was a “stay-at-home dad”. Which meant he stayed home drinking most of the day while Pheonyx did his best to avoid his wrath. Despite this, the family had been middle class in their finances. So, he hadn’t gone without material-wise. While love had been lacking during that time, he always had a full stomach and always had fairly decent clothing. Moving with his mother and brother to live with Hershel, hadn’t changed that. His step-father was more well-to-do than they had been previously. A lot of the money was generational but most was from Hershel’s veterinary practice. Being one of two practices that specialized in large animals, in a farming community like Senoia, brought in quite a bit of money. They lived humbly despite the financial padding. Pheonyx could understand Daryl’s reluctance though. He knew it was hard to accept help, it created a sense of weakness, a feeling of helplessness. After he left Georgia, Pheonyx struggled immensely. Most of it was mental, but the physical results of that night also plagued him. At the time, he didn’t want to ask for help. He didn’t want to be a burden. He didn’t want to owe anyone. By asking for help, his body wouldn’t be his own. It would belong to someone else. Because people didn’t typically do things without expectation of payment. He had already lost ownership of his body that night. He didn’t want to give anyone else the opportunity to take it again. Aaron had been there to help him when his problems became too much but he had been at his breaking point then. There hadn’t been any other option. 

“I promise it’s not charity. And I’m not looking for anything in return. Mom raised me to be a gentleman. And that means sharing when I have the means to. Maggie packed enough for all three of us,” Pheonyx shook the bag a little and raised his eyebrows. 

Again, Daryl hesitated but after a moment he tentatively took the plastic bag of jerky. He waited for Pheonyx to take a bite of his own portion before he popped a small piece of the dehydrated meat into his mouth. Now, Daryl Dixon was no stranger to jerky. Growing up in a house where hunting was as natural as breathing, meant that smoked and dehydrated meat were a staple of his diet. His parent’s money issues meant that fresh, healthy foods weren’t always available. There were days when all Merle and he had to eat was jerky and wild mulberries that grew rampant on the outskirts of the trailer park. The jerky he was currently chewing though, was nothing like the overly salty, yet still bland, meat he was used to making and eating. That meat was a means of survival. This felt like an indulgence. Despite the lack of moisture, the jerky was still tender and almost melted on his tongue, releasing a myriad of flavors. It was sweet and peppery with a hint of smokiness that rounded out the blend of spices. A small bit of gaminess let him know it was rabbit meat, which wasn’t his favorite overall, but if it was prepared anything like what he was chewing on, his opinion was likely to change. 

Apparently he made some sort of face because Pheonyx looked at him questioningly. Daryl averted his eyes, ears turning a flaming red, embarrassed about letting his emotions show. 

“It’s good,” he mumbled. 

The brightness of the forest seemed to increase tenfold with the proud smile Pheonyx gave him and those damn moths fluttered in his gut again. 

“Thanks! I make it myself. When people evacuated they took all their canned goods. But no one thinks to bring the spice cabinet. So, I’ve got an abundance of stuff to create different flavor profiles. My personal motto is that just because the world ended doesn’t mean you can’t have good food. Just have to know how to use what’s at your disposal.” 

At Zombie Ink(an ironic name considering their current circumstances), Pheonyx’s boss held a bi-weekly potluck for the staff, which consisted of many ethnicities and cultures. Every meeting was a blend of new flavors and cooking techniques to be learned. It was one of the few times that Pheonyx felt like he could interact with people, even if it just meant sharing recipes or learning about different cultural nuances, and had helped him make some friends. He had been trying to recreate those flavors and dishes with the monotonous food supplies they had. 

Silence lapsed as the two made quick work of the food. Pheonyx alternated between eating his own and tossing pieces of the unseasoned jerky to Kismet, who ate it enthusiastically. Daryl tried to keep his gaze averted but he kept getting drawn back to the man a few feet from him. His mind was playing through the events of the day up until that point. And he knew he had to ask Pheonyx something. He was pretty sure he already knew the answer, but he had to make sure. 

Popping the last piece of meat into his mouth, Daryl broached the subject bluntly, “Ya a guy, right?”

Pheonyx dropped the piece of jerky that he had been about to place in his mouth, a choking noise of shock leaving his lips. Kismet dove and caught the meat before it could hit the dirt near his owner’s knees. Fear and anxiety was flitting through Pheonyx’s veins, or else he would have been worried about how the spices would affect Kismet’s stomach. He knew where the conversation was going. It was probably inevitable but the fact he was alone in the woods with the man upped the terror of the situation. While he felt comfortable around Daryl, he couldn’t help the images of the past that floated through his mind. 

“Uh yeah- I mean yes. I am.”

Daryl felt the fear in Pheonyx’s eyes like a knife to the gut. His hands twitched with the need to reach out and soothe his worries. But he didn’t. Something told him that any movements towards the other man would make things worse. So he kept his face blank, and averted his gaze to the surrounding woods. He was starting to think he shouldn’t have started this conversation, based on the other man’s fearful reactions. But there was no going back now. 

“Ya were born a girl, though?” he asked calmly, trying to make his deep voice as un-intimidating as possible. 

Pheonyx considered lying. It would be the safest option. He’d grown up around guys like Daryl. Rough conservative types. And they were usually the ones who reacted violently to anything in the realm of ‘other’. But the archer was so calm. The question had been asked so nonchalantly. As if he were discussing the weather. His words weren’t laced with accusation or scrutinizing countenance. He was just gazing calmly into the woods and fiddling with the now-empty bag that once held their afternoon snack.  

“Yes,” the whispered word slipped through Pheonyx’s mouth before he could stop it. He hoped that he hadn’t heard him, but the archer’s ears had been honed after years of hunting. 

Daryl’s eyes locked with Pheonyx’s and he knew the other man had heard him. Pheonyx flinched, eyes slamming shut, bracing himself for the pain. His heart was slamming against his chest, like the shadows did on the barn door when he walked past. Sweat coated his palms and soaked into his shirt. His breathing picked up a bit and Kismet crawled over to him, whining. The big dog pushed his nose into Pheonyx’s hand and sidled his bulky body up next to his masters. 

Pheonyx waited, barely even noticing Kismet’s attempts at calming him. 1 second, 10 seconds, a minute. He waited for the pain, whether it be vile words or physical hits. But they never came. Instead, there was a crumple of plastic and a deep, “Okay.”

A part of Daryl wanted to offer more words, to say that Pheonyx didn’t have to worry. That he wouldn’t hurt him. Because he knew that was why Pheonyx had reacted that way: sweating, flinching, practically hyperventilating. Someone had hurt him. Badly. Anger filled his body and he wanted to turn around and punch the tree he had been leaning against. That would just cement Pheonyx’s fears though. He tried not to think about why he had such a fierce reaction to the idea of someone hurting the younger man, someone he had only known for a few hours. Instead, he crumpled up the empty bag he had been holding and shoved it in his pocket. 

 Pheonyx’s eyes shot open and he gaped at the other man in shock. “Okay? That’s it? Just okay?”

“Ain’t my business what ya got goin’ on in ya pants. Just didn’ wanna make assumptions,”  the older man said simply. Like he was giving the answer to 2+2. 

It took a moment for his words to soak in. Daryl wasn’t going to hurt him. Daryl wasn’t going to yell. Daryl wasn’t going to break him. Daryl wasn’t going to try to “fix” him. Daryl wasn’t like the demons from the alley. Daryl was different. 

And Pheonyx wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He wasn’t used to people just accepting him for who he was. Maggie and Aaron had been the only ones who accepted him whole-heartedly, no questions asked. There was always some kind of push back. People asked him if he was sure, or if it was just a phase. Or telling him that god didn’t make mistakes. Or saying they accepted him but continually messing up his pronouns. So, he just cleared his throat, patted Kismet’s head, and stood up. He adjusted the cutlass on his hip, making sure all his other weapons were attached and in place. 

“Are we ready to go?”

The old Miller house had been abandoned for almost 50 years. Originally, it had belonged to Hershel’s great great aunt. She lived there with her husband and two kids. When her kids died from a severe illness, haunting memories caused the married couple to move out of Georgia. After that, the house had occasionally been offered up to farmhands and their families but nothing permanent in going on four decades. For years it stood, withering and decaying, on the far edges of the Greene property. 

The white house had two stories and faded red shutters. Paint was falling off the sides of the structure and the front awning was one wind gust away from caving in. The front door was closed with a red x spray painted across the front. At one point, it was beautiful. Now, it was just an embodiment of memories. 

Pheonyx’s hand gripped onto Kismet’s leather collar tightly. The dog whined and tried to pull them towards the house, indicating that the scent trail led there. 

“Stay, Kismet,” Pheonyx murmured to the pup. A grumble came from Kismet’s barrel chest, indicating his displeasure at being called off the search. To appease him, Pheonyx pulled some unseasoned jerky from his pocket and gave it to the dog. Wet slobber coated his palm as Kismet gobbled it down before flopping onto the ground, much akin to a dead fish. Grimacing, Pheonyx wiped his hand on his pants and looked over at Daryl, who was checking the strings on his crossbow. 

“That yer doin'?” Daryl asked, pointing at the red X on the door. 

“Yeah. I mark all the houses I search and clear. I can tell you right now that someone’s been here. Even without Kismet chomping to follow the scent.”

“How’s tha’?”

“The side door’s open. I always make sure to shut the doors when I’m done with a house. Don’t want any shadows finding their way in there and surprising the next people who make their way through,” Pheonyx explained, shrugging. He unsheathed his cutlass, the sharp edge making a slight zing as it rubbed against the metal supports of the casing. The light weight of the weapon felt comfortable in his hand, and he felt its aura of safety engulf him. 

Daryl led the way towards the house, readying his crossbow when they stepped up onto the porch. He turned his head towards Pheonyx, nodding his head at him, gauging to see if he was ready or not. Pheonyx lifted his cutlass up, slightly above his midline, and jerked his head once back at him. Daryl used that as his cue to kick the front door open. Dust flew up as the rotting wood hit the wall with a resounding bang.  

“The door was unlocked. You could have just opened it, Apollo.” Pheonyx whispered to him, in a slightly scolding tone. 

Daryl rolled his eyes but kept his attention on the house in front of him. That was probably true, but he wouldn’t admit that to the younger man. The place had obviously been abandoned a long time ago, but some furniture and knick knacks still remained. A thick layer of dust coated everything, but he was able to make out small footprints on the weathered wood floors. He wanted to call out for Sophia, his heart pounding at knowing she was, or had been, there. But they hadn’t checked the place for walkers yet. Even though there was no scent of decay, there was still a possibility of one of those geeks popping up. 

“Let’s split up,” he murmured back. 

“Let me guess. It’s not you, it’s me, right?”, Pheonyx joked, still keeping his eye on the quiet house. 

If it was anyone else, Daryl would have snapped at them for fooling around while doing something so serious, but he found himself enjoying the playful side of Pheonyx. Compared to the terrified man he’d seen only a short while ago, he would gladly take the playful one. Daryl wasn’t sure how it was possible, but even more blood rushed to his already overheated face as he thought about the syntax of the joke.  Of being in a relationship with Pheonyx. 

“Stop,” he said weakly. 

A light chuckle sounded next to him. “Sorry. Couldn’t help it. The second floor is unstable so I don’t recommend going up there,” Pheonyx motioned with the short sword to the broken wooden stairs. 

Daryl nodded, glancing at the rotted steps across from them. “Ain’t seein’ any tracks up there anyways. She prolly stuck ta the first floor.” 

Pheonyx nodded at him. “I’ll check right.”

With that, they both began to search on their respective sides of the house. Daryl slowly aimed his crossbow right and left as he checked each room, glancing down slightly to track the small shoe prints imprinted on the dusty floor. Light creaking from across the house let him know that Pheonyx was also taking steady steps as he walked through his section of the first floor. Daryl was impressed at how quiet the younger man was. Both in the woods and in the house. Daryl pulled his mind from thoughts of Pheonyx and made his way through what used to be a living room. The only furniture in it was a torn couch, that something had obviously made its home evidenced by the slightly rustling cushions. Next was what he assumed was a dining room, as the only thing left in it was an overturned wooden chair and a broken bar cart. From there, he entered the kitchen area. This had more furniture left than the other parts of the house. Old cupboards lined the wall opposite a wide window, a thin door to the right indicating some sort of pantry. A rickety table was askew in the middle of the space, dirty cutlery scattered on the surface. On the wall across from the door was an old wooden hutch with dirty mason jars and random kitchen utensils. Adjacent to it was an overflowing metal trash can. A heavy fish scent led him over to the bin. Sitting on top of old crumpled newspapers and empty glass bottles, was a can of anchovies that was open and empty. It was newer than the trash it resided on, and the juices in the can hadn’t dried. Holding it towards his nose, he tried to smell any scent of spoiling. There was a slight sourness to it that meant it was just beginning to go bad. It was probably about a day old. The soured fish scent would be heavier if it were any older, especially with the high temperature in the days past. 

Glancing around at the floor, Daryl noted the plethora of tiny shoe prints that stippled the worn panels. Most of them congregated around the pantry so he stepped slowly towards the door. Keeping his crossbow raised, just in case of surprises, he pulled the door open quickly. There wasn’t anybody inside but in the small area, beneath the main shelves, was a tiny nest of blankets. The area was tight and only someone shorter than 5ft would be able to cram themselves in there comfortably. A sense of relief filled Daryl. He was upset that Sophia wasn’t there, but they were on the right track. She had been there. And if the can was any indication, she was there recently. 

A squeak of the floorboards had Daryl whirling around, aiming his crossbow directly at the source of the noise. Instead of a walker’s milky white eyes, he was met with fern green irises. Pheonyx, in the middle of sheathing his cutlass, raised his eyebrows at the other man.

“Calm down, Apollo. Just me. The rest of the house is clear. You find anything?”

Daryl lowered his weapon. He grunted in affirmation and inclined his head towards the nest of blankets at the bottom of the pantry, “We’re ‘bout a day behind her. Found a fresh can in the trash.”

A look of deep concentration came over Pheonyx’s face and he turned to one of the built-in cupboards next to the pantry door. He opened the door to the bottom-most cabinet. It was empty.

Daryl was curious about what the man was looking for but his mind went blank as he watched Pheonyx bend over. His mouth went dry and his grip tightened on the weapon in his hand. He’d never been much of an ass man(hell, he didn’t think he was any type of man before this) but the way Pheonyx’s backside filled out those jeans had him thinking thoughts that were confusing for someone who obviously wasn’t gay. 

A large smile overtook Pheonyx’s face and Daryl pushed away the troubling fantasies he was having. 

“Your girl’s chance of survival just went up.”, there was a slight squeak of excitement in the younger man’s voice that he couldn’t help. 

Daryl narrowed his eyes at the other man in confusion, so Pheonyx explained. “A month ago, I set up twelve supply drops with bug-out bags. Just in case something were to happen at the farm. One of those was here. Each bag has enough supplies to help survive a week, or more if rationed right. MRE’s, pop-up tents, water bottles, water purification tablets, survival blankets, firestarters, maps, compasses. There’s even a hunting knife in each bag. We may not have found her today but her mom should feel a little better knowing she's got some supplies."

The relief that Daryl felt was palpable and Pheonyx was glad he could at least offer him something. 

“I’d say let’s keep going but we need to start heading back now if we want to be at the farm before it gets dark,” Pheonyx said. He noted the flash of anger in Daryl’s eyes and continued softly, “Kismet and I will head out at first light tomorrow.”

The older man grunted in frustration and brought his thumb to his mouth to chew on his nail. His train of thought stopped and focused on the phrasing of the other man’s words. Thinking back he remembered Pheonyx saying they would only work together for the day. While it would probably be better to have more people spread out looking for Sophia, his stomach clenched at the idea of splitting up from Pheonyx. Obviously, because it was safer to work in pairs. Not because he was attracted to the younger man. That would be weird because he obviously wasn’t gay.  “Ya ain’t going out alone, Firebird. Me, you, n’ the mutt can search together. Might need ta talk ta Rick ‘bout his ideas fer tomorrow though.” 

Running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair, Pheonyx nodded. “Yeah, I don’t know how Kismet will do if we have a bunch of other people in the woods searching too. He did good today, but with a bunch of other smells he might get confused. I also worry about other people getting lost. Shadows aren’t the only things in these woods that can hurt you. No offense but the others in your group didn’t look like they had much experience with the outdoors.”

Daryl snorted, “Yer tellin’ me. Buncha city-slickers.”

They both headed out the back door of the house and Pheonyx whistled his three note recall to Kismet. While they waited on the dog, Daryl called out to Sophia. It was a long shot, he knew that. But he had to try. There was no response though. The only sounds he heard were the warbling melody of frogs and the distant burbling of the creek. And the chaotic sounds of a huge dog barreling his way towards them. Both men watched as Kismet, unable to stop his momentum once he reached them, slid into a boxwood bush with a loud crash. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Pheonyx grimaced, “You okay, Kismet?” he called out.

The leaves and branches shook for a moment before Kismet’s speckled face popped out from the green foliage. His tongue was hanging out, panting happily. He shook himself off before trotting over to them. A quick glance over told Pheonyx that, aside from some dirt on his sides, the dog was unscathed.  He turned his head to ask Daryl if he was ready to head out, but the words died on his lips as he watched the man pluck a Cherokee Rose from the thorny plant neighboring the boxwood that Kismet had just slid into. The story of the flower was something he was very familiar with, having learned about the Georgia state flower in elementary school. 

“You getting that for her mom?,” he asked the archer softly, taking a step to run his fingers over one of the roses still on the bush. 

Daryl nodded, “Sophia’s all she’s got left. Lost ‘er husband a week ago. Weren’t no real loss there. Guy was a prick,” he was silent for a moment, “Them girls ain’t deserve none a this shit.”

While that was a true enough statement, he couldn’t tell the truth, the real reason he was so determined to find this little girl. He couldn’t even admit it to himself. He couldn’t admit that when he saw Carol, he saw a reflection of his own mama. That first day in camp, Merle had taken to calling her “Mouse” because of how skittish and meek she was. Her husband had such a tight hold on her, every move she made was followed by a look over her shoulder to make sure Ed wasn’t there to beat her down. He’d seen the same look in his own mama’s eyes many times. By the end, the fear had torn her down so much that she was only a shell. A walker before walkers existed. 

And he certainly couldn’t admit that he saw a bit of his childhood self in Sophia. Sophia was merely a ghost. People would see flashes of her blonde hair out of the corner of their eyes, but she’d be gone by the time they’d turn their head. While Carl was a chatterbox, Sophia was damn near voiceless. Daryl had probably only heard her speak two or three times that he could remember. Just like her mom, looking at Sophia had him staring back into the past. The little boy, he used to be, lived a life of invisibility. The less he was noticed, the less pain he had to endure under his father’s belt. He spent more time hiding in the kitchen cupboards than in his own bed. But unlike him, Sophia’s abuser died. She had a chance at a normal life–as normal as one can be with the dead walking around. He needed to find her. For Carol. For his mama. For that little boy that he used to be. 

Pheonyx wanted to reach out to the man, maybe place a hand on his shoulder, but he stopped himself. Instead he gave him words. “We’ll find her. I don’t like to make promises but I will now. You and me. We’ll find her,” a grumble came from his side and he rolled his eyes, “ Kismet will help too.”

Plucking a rose from the bush, he handed it to Daryl, a physical contract of his words. Calloused hands brushed against his own and blue eyes locked with his green ones. Blood rose on both of their faces and they both looked away at the same time. Nothing more was said. 

The two men walked side by side, with a speckled hound between them, one holding a Cherokee Rose and a promise. 

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non persona post?? My word she's gone mad (SPIRITFARER REVIEW WAOW!!!!) (Very long, I'm sorry) (But not really)

This review discusses themes of death, loss and terminal illness, as well as containing language. I swear a fair bit. Sorry, I typed everything as I thought of it, bad words 'n all.

Good afternoon,(it is 9PM in Ireland) fellas! Welcome to: SPIRITFARER- REVIEWED BY A TEENAGE GIRL WHO IS VERY NORMAL ABOUT HER INTERESTS!! Move over, IGN- it's the weird little guy in the corner (me)'s time to shine! I simply word-vomited this so unfortunately this review is very unprofessionally worded- however, I have faith it will be a fun read. I hope. Also, it's mostly spoiler free! ...I hope! I'm sorry!

So! Hi. I'm Luca. I have crippling thanatophobia. What's that? A phobia of death. And what's Spiritfarer about? Oh, baby. You aren't gonna fuckin' believe this! And, would you believe it, this game... actually helped me with that fear!

Currently, I'm only nine hours in, but. Well basically the damage is irreparable and I fear I shall never be the same again. Now, luckily, I have not cried. Yet. But I will! Oh, BABY I will!!! I have gotten five spirits so far (I'm coming for you, Gustav/threat) and have already had my first trip through the Everdoor. I wasn't ready. Come back, my dear. Please.

Spiritfarer is a game I've wanted to play for quite a long time, so to have been able to buy it about a month ago was one of the most exciting parts of my year so far. No, really! I was HYPED! HELL YEAH, THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WISHLIST FOR AGES! That kind of feeling. And then I started playing, and... hooooly shit. Guys. Dudes. Bros. What the hell. The VISUALS. WOW. W-O-W WOW!!! HOLY BALLS!!!

Look at this. Witness it with your eyes.

Bloody breathtakin'. I'm in tears. The game is absolutely chock-full of colourful (and not so colourful) locations, characters, landscapes... god, I'm so unwell about the visuals. And the ANIMATION!! AUGH! Every character has unique animations that just... oh they illustrate their characters so well. Augh...

Atul is nearly always happy, bouncy and smiley in his animations- a reflection of who he is!! One of his happiness perks is playing joyful music! He is literally just a guy! And Alice! Alice is a kindly old lady, and this is reflected in her design and personality- one of her animations involves dusting herself off, and I just think it gives the perfect image of a sweet elderly woman simply making herself more presentable. Also, she calls you dearie. What if I started bawling? What if I threw myself on the ground roaring and wailing?

Another favourite of mine is Astrid. She's also a kindly old lady- but with sass. Alice is an absolute sweetheart, but Astrid? Astrid won't say no to a cheeky bit of gossip now and then...but shh don't tell anyone gossip is bad shhh HEY WANNA KNOW ASTRID'S NICKNAME FOR STELLA??? Munchkin. What the hell. I love that nickname. Wish I had an adoptive granny that would call me Munchkin. Astrid, my most dearest darling, how I adore you. AND she's pro worker's rights- damn, what a woman. Also, her eating animation is funny. Absolutely DECIMATES a sandwich, so she does.

Tragically I will shut my yap about the characters now as there are quite a few of them and unfortunately I cannot put anyone through that (but know that Gustav and Daria also make me insane), so let's move on, eh? Who fancies a bitta tunes? I sure as hell know I do! LISTEN TO THAT! RAAAAAGHHH!!!! The music isn't a massive part of the game, per se- but it doesn't have to be! The music, of course, adds a pleasant ambience as you play- but it's not in your face! It's a nice, calm, beautifully composed soundtrack, with a special, unique little tune for every minigame. While I have no musical bone in my body personally, I am something of a- how do you say eloquently- whore for a good soundtrack. I love music, I love creativity!! Hooray!!

I actually don't have much to say on the music, but know that I do love it! But, I really really really want to talk about the themes of Spiritfarer... like, really bad.

Okay, so... I'm actually going to get into personal territory here, and it's going to get a bit heavy. If you'd prefer to skip over that, then please, by all means, feel free to skip down until you see red text.

So, there's another reason this game is so dear to me. And that reason is the fact that Spiritfarer actually helps me to process my own grief. While it didn't come out until four years after the loss of my older brother... it helps. And if nine-year-old me had had Spiritfarer at that age, I feel like she would have been able to cope better. I was unlucky- my brother passed away at 1AM, while I was asleep. To this day, I regret not being able to say goodbye... but Spiritfarer illustrates this in a poignant way- sometimes, we won't be able to say goodbye, wether due to extraordinary circumstances or simply... not realising how little time you really have left with someone. This brings me to the spirit I actually look forward to the least- not for any fault of his character, but simply what he symbolises to me.

I find myself dreading meeting Stanley later on in the game. Stanley, the youngest spirit you can meet within the game, is a lovely little boy of eight, taking on the appearance of a little mushroom creature. Nothing is wrong with Stanley, but... it's important to remember that every spirit is... well, a spirit. Someone who's died. And given Stanley is only a small child, it hits that bit closer to home. He is younger than my brother was upon his death, but he was still a child. While it isn't specified what illness it was that Stanley died from, I still see a lot of my brother in him. Spiritfarer does help me and bring me comfort, but at the same time, I'm not sure I'm ready to meet a character so close to my own experiences. The fact Stanley always seems so chipper and smiley despite his difficulties... does not help. Bit too similar, you know?

My relationship with Stanley is an odd one. I don't dislike him- absolutely not, far from it- I dislike the fact his character, a little boy, has to exist. I dislike that children like him exist in real life, and the fact I've met so many of them. It's a hard truth to swallow, and not one I'm fully prepared to deal with.

OVERALL:

I think this game can be enjoyed by everyone, even if you've never experienced grief. It's a beautiful story, and its gorgeous visual charm and cozy mechanics have something for everyone. You can fish, mine, cook, craft, and basically everything in between! Also, there is a hug button. You can hug people. Game of the decade. I love hugs! It's so... god. I just... really like the hug button, man. Oh, and did I mention you can play co-op?! If you have a friend you'd like to play with, they can join the fun as Daffodil, Stella's beloved pet cat! Look at him, isn't he gorgeous!!

So, would I reccomend Spiritfarer? Short answer:

Yes.

Long answer: Yes, absolutely. It's an absolutely wonderful cozy game, with tons to do. There's no voice acting, but I don't think this game needs it- it tells an absolutely wonderful tale without it. Each character has a distinct personality and quirks- Summer is vegan and will adjust her diet as such, while Atul will quite literally eat anything you throw at him. Giovanni is brash, confident, and enjoys the finer things in life, whereas Astrid likes things plain and simple. And Daria? Daria just really likes fruit.

If you have an interest in Spiritfarer, I highly encourage you to check it out. It's available on a number of platforms (Playstation, Steam, even on mobile- although that's through Netflix, and also not very good. In my opinion, anyway.) I highly, highly, highly reccomend it to all cosy gams enjoyers, or even just people who like games in general. There's even little bits of platforming here and there, if you're into that! Do you yearn for the mines? How about becoming a woodcutter? Or maybe you just really like smelting. Well, excellent news- you can do all those things in Spiritfarer! The gameplay, music, visuals and most importantly of all, the story, make this game a highly worthwhile purchase in the long run. Chances are, if you like Stardew Valley, you'll like Spiritfarer.

Thunder Lotus Games has shattered my soul in ways I may never recover from- however, I am not upset about it. God, I bloody love Spiritfarer. This review took two and a half hours to type, I shit you not. God bless.

#spiritfarer #this game is killing me #It will kill me #crying screaming throwing up #Spiritfarer when I find you spiritfarer #GHHHH #Members of the jury- I am insane. Thank you

[eriexplosion]

TIME TO MEET UP WITH LIZARD WIFE.

The fact that Crosshair's wrist is apparently even remotely near a small girls wrist size is hilarious to me. Eat more you skinny creature your limbs are only slightly bigger than a child's. He does say it's not an exact fit but. Close enough to work.

Wrecker doing Gonky lifts in the background is wholesome.

"The Jedi who are all dead?" is still the most 0-100 response, good job on your immediate escalation Tech. He's correct but damn.

LIZARD WIFE LIZARD WIFE

Anyway in case it wasn't clear I am extremely Pro-Cid. I love her even though she has committed crimes and betrayals. She looked really sad while doing it you see.

Tech's COMPLETE distaste for this place is hilarious. MAYBE he was ARRESTED for VIOLATING COUNTLESS HEALTH CODE REGULATIONS. It doesn't look that bad but he is Offended.

Love Omega just instantly tuning into the fact that Cid is engaged in the ancient art of 'straight up lying' while in the background everyone else discusses what their next move is if this isn't Cid's place like they didn't just walk under a big glowing sign that says "Cid's"

God bless them all

Deadly looking Crossbow: Exists

Omega: This is? for me to touch?

Nice foreshadowing to her actually getting a hold of a bow though.

I just love Cid's office full of concerning objects like said Crossbow, a mounted clone trooper helmet, and what looks distressingly like a wookiee pelt on the back of the chair. If Cid can do one thing it's design an office.

Echo is so deeply horrified by the concept of becoming a mercenary. They really were setting up the split early, it was obvious from the start that Echo wasn't going to run with this forever. It goes against everything they ARE.

Wrecker and Omega when Cid calls her the brains of the operation LOL. I love them.

Cid I love u but don't be mean to Wrecker in particular he's an angel and we're glad he's here.

The 'what's a slave trader' conversation is minorly annoying still because 'people can be sold' Omega let me tell you a story about THE ENTIRE BASIS OF THE KAMINOAN ECONOMY. Through Echo's whole explanation I'm sitting here going YOU. THAT IS YOU. YOU ARE THE PROPERTY THAT WAS BOUGHT AND SOLD AND NO ONE IS MENTIONING IT. There are points where it feels like they're just straight up not allowed to imply that while the Empire was WORSE for clones, the Republic was also very bad.

Another great moment though that shows how much Echo already doesn't fit this is when Tech helpfully fills in AS WELL AS EARN A DECENT AMOUNT OF CREDITS ONCE THE JOB IS COMPLETE and Echo sounds so damn downtrodden saying 'yeah, that too' they want to be doing good things for the sake of it not worrying about if it's going to get them paid. Tech meanwhile seems more like. You do a good thing (rescue a child) AND you get a good thing in return (the ability to eat regularly) what's there to be upset about?

Old Ord Mantell is goregoussssss

Hunter like 'I'm going to do a good job of parenting and make Omega stay with the ship' and then NOTHING HAPPENS AS PLANNED.

Truly insane that Echo was assigned to be the eyes in the sky, Echo you have one arm go climb that building right now, do it. I know they're used to having Crosshair to do this but surely secondary duty should fall on ANYONE BUT THE ONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE TWO HANDS.

Echo should by all accounts be severely injured from that fall, almost like people in Star Wars don't take fall damage.

Yes I'm going to be thinking about Tech through every one of these so SUE ME. IF THEY DIDN'T WANT ME THINKING ABOUT IT THEY SHOULD STOP SHOWING ME HIM FALLING.

Anyway after the fiasco in Cut & Run and this it is clear that losing Crosshair dramatically decreased the batch's fighting ability, almost like the family needs to be complete to truly thrive.

"I have my BEST PEOPLE (some guys and a child I met five minutes ago) ON IT"

Every food in TBB is simply some form of cylinder.

Something so sweetly domestic about Omega and Gonky on the ship she's just chilling with the family doggo who is actually a half charged brick of a droid.

Also to be fair to Omega. This time she TRIED to just stay on the ship like she was told.

I love when my faves are endangered so the entire batch being captured by slave traders is like catnip to me. Would watch a whole arc about this, I want them constantly getting hurt to protect each other please. My favorite narrative.

Once again Tech is the one to spot Omega clearly he should have been sent up the tower to be the eye in the sky.

Hunter trying to convince her NOT TO COME RESCUE THEM by insistingly shaking his head. You should already know that won't do ANYTHING Hunter.

This guys design and menacing demeanor go so hard for NO reason he's in it for like two and a half minutes tops.

Also regarding this scene, Echo going with 'the Republic outlawed slavery' is some real 'what do you mean you're being murdered that's illegal they can't do that' energy.

Leading Omega along where she needs to go via loud boasting is a great idea though.

"If you do not comply, the person next to you will pay the price" is a TERRIFYING LINE and it is happening ENTIRELY offscreen and I only know he says it because of the subtitles. More peril please.

MUCHI. GREAT HOW NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO HER IN THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY RIGHT :'D

Still one of the more attractive things Hunter's ever done and I wish we could see his face for it, you know the stare is INTENSE.

Love Wrecker's tiny thumbs up

The moment of sending Muchi off is cute, GREAT HOW NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO MUCHI R I G H T

The last bit with Cid <3 my girl I just love a crime grandma okay, I love her. She had no reason to make life that difficult for them she just did it Because. Something is wrong with her <3

#the bad batch rewatch

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 2, Episode 17, "Dead Uncles and Vegetables", Part 3

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Please, sir, there is nothing I wish to see more than Miss Patty drunk with power.

How big was it again, Babette?

Nothing brings me greater pleasure than when Luke and Jess exchange silent glances like “Can you believe this corny shit?” The meeting is being held to discuss the feud between Taylor and the Hippie with the farmers market. This seems like a personal dispute that could have been an email.

At the meeting Taylor Karens harder than he's ever Karen'd before.

Why don't you mind your god damn beeswax, Rory-No-Job-Gilmore. This is getting old and frankly kinda weird. I’m really raring for one of those delicious scenes where Jess or Dean takes her down a peg.

After the meeting adjourns, The Convention of the Male Karens + a wildly out of place Kirk meet outside in order to remind Luke what a piece of shit his uncle was and that they’re not going to his funeral. Taylor sure sounds confident that the people of Stars Hollow won’t also spit on his grave and sing a happy song when he croaks. Frankly I don't even think there will be a grave. I've always envisioned Taylor being stuffed into a sack and tossed over his beloved bridge to become swan food along with Shane, who Jess slaughtered after the Dance Marathon.

There isn’t enough rock throwing in this show. In my gritty unrated Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, more people will throw rocks at Taylor Doose.

I paused just so I could enjoy a few moments of anticipation before she reveals what the exciting Early 2000's internet application is.

Golly! I miss this early 2000's optimism about a Future with Internet.

It's streaming in right now, but sorry Lorelai, she can't send you any pictures of Prague. Corporate tech overlords have deecreed that picture taking is forbidden and must be blocked with a blacked out screen of death. No Prague for you.

Omg.

Out of Context Gilmore Girls.

Sookie: Your mom is getting me 50% off of everything. Lorelai: Yes, but 50% off of loads of money is still loads of money. You don't have that much to spend. Pretty rich coming from “Miss orders take out and diner food 3 times a day."

But when is it ever the WRONG time for you to meddle in people's business? It's a 24/7/365 job for you. And your daughter is quickly on her way to being crowned the next Little Miss Meddler. Sookie understandably has some questions about why Jackson would go to Lorelai Gilmore for wedding planning concerns. Sookie also realizes she can't afford the grandiose wedding that Emily got her into and tries to run damage control. Lorelai tells Sookie that her mother brainwashed her. That's rich coming from Miss "Brainwashed By Dean Forrester".

DIS BITCH IS LEAVING WORK AGAIN! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!

She’s leaving work to help Diner Guy look at coffins!!! Get HR on the phone!

That's what he said.

Scott Patterson without a hat is...mildly off putting.

Is this what you wanted Rory? Are you happy now? Baby is miserable! But you got your damn coffee servant, now start tipping him! I made a video clip of this delightful interaction so please check it out. Milo's "No's" are so acidic they could strip paint off the wall. He needs to win in an Emmy for his No's. They are so good. You can watch my Jess Says No compliation here.

Jess Mariano: Toils in the coffee mines every day and night before and after school for sub minimum wage and eventually, on top of working a second job, minds his business, dutifully pours your coffee, no chit chat, all business. No one tips him. Lorelai Gilmore: Does a mediocre job taking orders for 1 hour and gets a 4 star Yelp review because she's Quirky. Lorelai to me, TWWGG: What's a Yelp? Me: Nevermind.

Rory, I mean this in the kindest, gentlest way possible, because I know you are a sensitive soul... Fuck all the way off. Fuck you and also your boyfriend and your mother (okay, she's not that bad in this episode). The "Get back to work" routine wasn't cute the first time when he was trying to enjoy a few precious moments to himself before school, but now he's literally working. He's like a foot away from you. Let the boy go upstairs and jerk off, sheesh. What a weird z-plot.

Rory works a job for two days and becomes drunk with power.

I really hope that when Lorelai goes back to work, Michel has some choice French curse words for her after leaving him in a lurch to cover her shift 3 times in a week for Diner Guy.

Hey look Rory, a job opening! You gonna apply or what?

This was really sweet.

So many things are throwing off the balance of the Gilly Girls Universe lately. Rory gets a job and becomes a control freak. Rory pays for her food. Lorelai dispenses reasonable advice. Lorelai's meddling is at a minimum. Lorelai is uncharacteristically pleasant. Dean is nowhere to be found (is that why Lorelai is so tolerable?) Scott Patterson without a hat.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #dead uncles and vegetables #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia #Scott Patterson without a hat

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I want to hear your pure an unadulterated thoughts on Emperor Belos. Just want to hear your two cents on that guy

**crack my fingers** MY TIME HAS COME

I am going to say that first of all, Belos is a GREAT CLASSIC VILLAIN, he is irredeemable, he does HORRIBLE acts for SELFISH reasons and in general he is a bad person, but they also allow us to know his motives, his history and how he became what he is. now (although we never got to see it in its entirety IN THE SERIES thanks to the clipping--I DAMN YOU DISNEY).

I really like him as a character, his design as an emperor is GREAT (apart from the fact that the symbolism is good that he has pure light tones in his cape but in his underwear they are dark tones, like the character's intentions with the witches who appear to be good but they are much more vile than he lets on), his first appearance as an old cuchi is deceptively pleasant, and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I LOVE HIS MONSTER DESIGNS, THEY ALL REPRESENT VERY WELL THE CRAP THAT HE IS INSIDE. ESPECIALLY THE ONE AT THE END OF THE SECOND SEASON.

Although I definitely think that what I liked most about the character would be his historical accuracy and how that ends up being related to his origin story.

the story with his brother is sad- BY CALEB! Obviously, I'm not saying that he didn't screw up by not talking to Philip at the time or taking him with him, but probably Caleb (similar to him) was trapped in the Boiling Isles and didn't abandon him on purpose. We do not know if he had any intention of returning or how much he tried to do so, precisely because Philip did not care and was convinced that his brother (who loved him with all his soul and RAISED him) had abandoned him.

I like the theory that Philip tried to kill Evelyn first, because at that time it was very common to believe that women "tempted men and incited them to sin" and that if he killed her her brother would return to him, BUT OBVIOUSLY CALEB WOULD NOT LET HIM KILL HIS PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND.

AND YET BELOS HAS THE CHANCE TO BLAME HIM FOR HIS DEATH, SAYING THAT "HE WANTED TO SAVE HIS SOUL" (a very puritanical and timely thing to do, since of course the church did not kill bad people, noooooo, they were SINNERS who went against God, if they killed someone innocent they were giving them ✨the gift of eternal paradise✨ and other shit).

He is someone UNABLE to accept the blame for his actions, so he ends up blaming EVERYONE for what happened to him, the witches, the islands, his brother, everyone BUT HIM, the one who killed him and the reason why is in this shithole.....

However, he has a great ability to manipulate the situation to take control and benefit. Philip is a writer, it is much easier for him to see himself as the hero of the story instead of the vermin he is, thanks to this he can invent Belos.

He has such an exceptional capacity for manipulation that he Gaslighted all the Boiling Islands where he could talk to the titan (the equivalent of god in the series), to follow his system of covens by the "will of the titan" causing them to stop doing things. something that was IN HIS NATURE and on top of that they proclaimed him EMPEROR.

This man has the will to do HORRIBLE things in order to stay in power and remains powerful, he feeds on Palismanes, he mutilates his body to make magic, he has irreversibly damaged people with sigils/he has killed them, CLONO A HIS BROTHER AND KILLED HIM THOUSANDS OF TIMES.

HOLY SHIT- HUNTER MUST BE THE LONGEST GRIMWALKER EVER AND HE'S JUST A TEENAGER!!! AND IT IS SURELY BECAUSE BELOS LIED TO HIM ABOUT UNITY DAY. without counting his good share of EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL VIOLENCE and other things that this poor child had to face living with Belos.

and that he was the most similar to Caleb...

Also, the way he manipulated Luz, a 14-year-old girl, into believing that it was HER FAULT what she had done by "helping" him find the Collector? AHHHHHHGGGG I hate him SO MUCH BUT HE IS SO IN CHARACTER AND WELL BUILT HGGAAAAAAA----

In general, Belos is a TERRIBLE PERSON and human being in general, but an EXCELLENT villain who ended up as he deserved, being trampled and begging for salvation in a pathetic way :)

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MIS PENSAMIENTOS SOBRE BELOS

voy a decir que primero que nada, Belos es un GRAN VILLANO CLASICO, es irredimible, hace actos HORRIBLES por motivos EGOISTAS y ek general es una mala persona, pero tambien nos permiten conocer aus motivos, su historia y como se convirtio en lo que es ahora(aunque nunca llegamos a verlo completo EN LA SERIE gracias al recorte--TE MALDIGO DISNEY).

Me gusta mucho como personaje, su diseño como emperador esta GENIAL(aparte de que esta bueno el simbolismo de que tiene puros tonos claros en su capa pero en su rop interior son tonos oscuros, como las intenciones del personaje con las brujas que aparentan ser buenas pero son mucho mas viles de lo que deja ver), su primera aparición como viejo cuchi es engañosamente agradable, y POR EL AMOR A DIOS, ME ENCANTA SUS DISEÑOS DE MONSTRUO, TODOS ELLOS REPRESENTAN MUY BIEN LA PORQUERIA QUE EL ES POR DENTRO. SOBRETODO EL DEL FINAL DE LA SEGUNDA TEMPORADA.

aunque definitivamente creo que lo que mas me gustó del personaje seria la exactitud historica que tiene y como eso se termina relacionando con su historia de origen.

la historia con su hermano es triste- POR CALEB! obvio, no digo que el no metio la pata al no haberlo hablado con Philip en su momento o llevarlo con el, pero probablemente Caleb (de forma similar a el) quedó atrapado en las Islas Hirvientes y no lo abandono a propósito. no sabemos si el tenia intenciones de volver o cuanto intenti hacerlo, justamente porque Philip no le importaba y estaba convencido de que su hermano(que lo amam con toda el alma y lo CRIO) lo habia abandonado.

me gusta la teoria que dice que Philip trato de matar a Evelyn primero, porque en esa epoca era muy comun creer que las mujeres "tentaban a los hombres y los incitaban a pecar" y que si la mataba su hermano volveria con el, PERO OBVIAMENTE CALEB NO DEJARIA QUE MATARA A SU NOVIA EMBARAZA.

Y AUN ASI BELOS TIENE EL DESCARO DE CULPARLO POR SU MUERTE DICIENDO QUE "EL QUERIA SALVAR SU ALMA"(una cosa muy puritana y en epoca de hacer, ya que claaaaro que la iglesia no mataba malas personas noooooo, eran PeCaDoReS que iban en contra de dios, si mataban a alguien inocente le estaban dando ✨el regalo del eterno paraiso✨ y demas mierda).

es alguien INCAPAZ de aceptar la culpa de sus acciones, por lo que termina hechandole la culpa a TODOS por lo que le paso, a las brujas, a las islas, a su hermano, a todos MENOS A EL, a quien lo mato...

sin embargo tiene una gran capacidad de manipular la situación para tomar el control y verse favorecido. Philip es un escritor, le es mucho mas facil verse como el héroe de la historia en vez de como la sabandija que es, gracias a esto se puede inventar a Belos.

tiene una capacidad de manipulación TAN EXCEPCIONAL que Gaslighteo a todas las Islas Hirvientes en que el podia hablar con el titan(el equivalente a dios de la serie), que siguieran su sistema de aquelares por la "voluntad del titan" haciendo que dejaran de hacer algo que estaba EN SU NATURALEZA y que encima lo proclamaran EMPERADOR.

este hombre tiene la voluntad de hacer cosas HORRIBLES en pro de mantenerse en poder y seguie siendo poderoso, se alimenta de Palismanes, Mutilo su cuerpo para hacer magia, ha dañado de forma irreversible a la gente con los sigilos/los ha matado, CLONO A SU HERMANO Y LO MATO MILES DE VECES.

SANTA MIERDA- HUNTER DEBE SER EL GRIMWALKER MAS LONGEVO DE TODOS Y ES SOLO UN ADOLESCENTE!!! Y DE SEGURO ES PORQUE BELOS LE MENTIA SOBRE EL DIA DE LA UNIDAD. sin contar su buena parte de MANIPULACIÓN EMOCIONAL, VIOLENCIA FISICA Y PSICOLOGICA y demas cosas que este pobre niño tuvo que afrontar viviendo con Belos.

y eso que era el mas parecido a Caleb...

tambien, la forma en la que manipulo a Luz, una niña de 14 años, en creer que era SU CULPA lo que habia hecho al "ayudarlo" a encontrar al Coleccionista? AHHHHHHGGGG lo odie TANTO PERO ESTA TAN EN PERSONAJE Y BIEN CONTRUIDO HGGAAAAAAA----

en general, Belos es una PESIMA PERSONA y ser humano en general, pero un EXCELENTE villano que termino como merecia, siendo pisoteado y rogando por salvacion de forma patetica :)

#toh #the owl house #the owl house belos #toh belos #la casa buho #spanish #español

[jerseymuppet]

i might be stupid but. is the gothamverse a muppets batman au? is that what the thing in ur bio means? (either way plz do tell me abt it)

That would definitely be infinitely cooler than my idea! Gothamverse is the beautiful result of me playing arkham knight while waiting for an mcr livestream to start up and thinking ‘damn bitches from jersey are fucking insane! ....wait a minute’

It’s basically a silly little idea I came up last March with where all the mcr guys are from Gotham and what their villain origin stories would be etc. I followed the main Batman villain archetypes: extremist, anti-hero, camp, and serial killer, and I had a fucking blast! It’s very silly and just something I did for fun. I guess I can go a lil bit into it here.

full disclosure, I am psychotic and disabled and I do not believe in the vilification of mental illness or disability in media, all of these characters will eventually get the help they need. Batman at its core is about a mentally ill man helping others who have been failed by society and I will never forgive dc for making him into an overpowered, glorified cop.

Frank’s character (Francis ‘Frankie’ Stein) is the extremist (duh). He’s the son of a mafia boss who is steadily ruining their town with crime and Frankie just kinda snaps and kills him to take his place as the head of the family and try to undo some of the damage done. He has great intentions, he’s just very unyielding and kind of insane 💕 his moniker is Frankenstein! And his whole schtick is that he’s very hard (if not impossible) to kill. He’s also chronically ill and Jewish, these are not important to his character but they are important to me !

Mikey’s character (Micheal Way) is the serial killer. He’s a ‘sociopath’ (theres nothing actually wrong with him, people just suck and made him feel lesser and out of place :/) trying to fit in with everyday society but he always feels like something is missing and becomes a neuroscientist to try to find what exactly it is. He invents a machine (the empathsizer) that allows him to experience other people’s memories and emotions as though they are his own. From there he accidentally gets addicted to the chemical responses his brain has to doing that. And keeps doing it. Even after the testing phase is no longer accepting applicants. It gets worse after he experiences someone’s near death experience and starts chasing the high it gave him. Idk what his moniker is? It’s sandman for right now but that’s honestly so boring and uninspired.

Ray’s character (Raymond Ortiz) is camp but very loosely. He’s an engineer by day and a rockstar by night! He’s really only an engineer to save up enough money to pursue music full time but it’s hard because he doesn’t get paid that much. Winter hits and with it, cuts to his hours! So he’s forced to choose between rent and electricity. When he gets really sick as a result, he can’t afford a doctor. And when he wakes up with his hearing gone as a result, theres nothing he can really do but spiral into a depression. Until he realizes he’s a literal biological engineer. If he can’t fix his problem he can at the very least prevent it from happening to someone else! Research does cost money, so it’s very fortunate that Gotham has so many banks. His moniker is Dr. Megahurtz! His weapon of choice is his guitar, which has been retrofitted with sonic emitters to amplify and weaponize the hertz. Not enough to hurt, but enough to incapacitate.

Gerard’s character (Jules Moss) is the anti hero! She’s (yes I made Gerard’s character a trans girl, they took too long to make a trans character so I did it for them) has the same backstory as Gerard actually! On her way home from work she witnesses a terrorist attack, but instead of starting a band she decides to fight crime instead. She does so bad. Literally her first night out patrolling she gets killed by some priest who’s been driven insane by what he claims is an angel that’s ‘chosen him to impart gods will’ but it’s just a fallen star looking for a vessel to possess and the first guy it came across wasn’t dead lol. The star turns into a sword of pure light and that’s what Jules gets stabbed with, but also it fuses itself to her dna so she wakes up a few days later, schrödingers girl, with some scary new abilities and a voice in her head that definitely wasn’t there before. Her whole arc is her trying to find the guy that killed her and get revenge. Her moniker is stigmata! Because when she gets impaled it also goes through the palms of her hands and the wounds don’t heal.

but yeah that’s the bare bones of it all! I’m planning on making this into a comic series but the script is still being written at the moment! Thank you for letting me ramble about it 💕🥰

#Also worth mentioning that Raymond and Jules do eventually get together! #I didn’t mean for that to happen but like they are best friends and they are both trying to hide what happened to them from each other #like Raymond only being able to hide the fact he’s deaf from Jules because he knows her so well that he can just anticipate what she’s #going to say can only go so far before it’s like okay these guys want to kiss I think? These two are in love #ALSO WORM IS THERE!!! #hes jules’ guy in the chair and he goes by wyrm to fit her whole medieval/joan of arc aesthetic #ANYWAY #gv #< Gothamverse tag #Also yes I’m aware Jules’ arc is literally just fashion statement I didn’t notice until someone pointed it out #same with Micheals character being like if the song sleep was a person #totally unintentional but I’m working with it! #jude.answers

[cornerverse]

What is your opinion of the episodes Confrontation and Collusion? What do you like and dislike about the episodes? What would you change about the episodes?

OH BOY

So I saw the leaks and I just. I've gone on rants on my mainblog. Actually I'm gonna comment on them with the Leaks in mind so if I mix up something that got cut, ignore it.

Let's go!

Confrontation:

First, I think the whole setup is a bit ridiculous. Why is the class fine with Chloé being anywhere near the class president spot again? I forget if she was just the VP to Lila but still. Then there's the paperwork. Why was Marinette the one in charge of filling out this paperwork for everyone? It should be their teacher. Even if everyone's filling it out on their own, why hand it over to the class president instead of Bustier herself or the principal? Why were Lila and Chloé allowed to take the paperwork home with them instead of turning it in at school?

Secondly. The teachers are going to discuss the choices on the paperwork with Lila and Chloé but.... not the students themselves? What?

Thirdly: Why does everyone get their new class assignments now? Like? I know that when I was in school, I got my class schedule the first day of the new school year. Not the last few weeks of the previous year at an entirely different school!

Fourth: Sabrina suddenly has a moral compass???? What the fuck?

Fifth: Nothing will get me past the fact that Marinette committed so much property damage and installed a peep window into the girl's bathroom. That is making me lose my fucking mind. Idc that she wasn't being a perv she was trying to catch two mean girls it's still creepy on principal and who knows who got caught in the crossfire! If I had used that bathroom and later found out it had a hidden peep window I'd feel violated as hell!

sixth: It is so narratively unsatisfying to have Marinette 'win' against Lila by using lies and trickery since the whole thing with them has been about how the Truth Prevails and the Power of Friendship is stronger than her lies!

So yeah. Changes.

Ideally I'd let Chloé keep her character development and have this be just Lila, but we can't have nice things so fuck it.

I'd also like to have Marinette take down Lila by genuinely getting people to see the truth. Like, ya know. Smacking some sense into Alya with "You know I'm Ladybug. Lila claims to be BFFs with Ladybug. I hate Lila because she lies about things. Have you connected the dots yet??????". And other such things where, again, friendship and truthful communication help save the day!

If we have to do this same plot then four things should change.

Have Lila and Chloé steal the paperwork from Bustier's desk and replace it with the forged copies instead of the nonsense of the class president doing the work.

Have Sabrina's change of heart be either genuinely foreshadowed in other episodes of her being redeemed, or have her not care about 'morality' so much as 'Chloé is no longer being her friend, so fuck her and her plans'.

Have the students find out the paperwork was changed, not because they get their schedules way early, but because they're in the meeting to discuss their futures instead of just the teachers listening to Chloé and Lila on their behalf! The duo play dumb with the 'but that's what was written down on your paperwork?' thing whenever the other students panic about it being wrong.

literally anything but the bathroom peep window!!! God DAMN that won't stop bothering me! Just. Just have Sabrina record them! Or have her lure them into an empty room with a laptop and a zoom call going! Anything else!!

Collusion:

BOY FUCKING HOWDY

Chloé manages to trick Bustier into thinking Marinette slapped her and they're brought to the principal's office? Fine whatever.

Bustier, for some reason, begging Chloé to apologize for getting slapped? And attempts to emotionally manipulate her by bringing up confided private things and Chloé's fucked home life in front of the girl who, as far as Bustier believes, just assaulted her? Yeah no girl you deserve to get fired!

Getting Akumatized over being 'unjustly' fired? Okay fine. A little sus that she later just can de-Akumatize herself once she gets what she wants. Like, did you willingly get Akumatized to run the mayor out of office?

Speaking of: LB and CN teaming up with the Akuma(and therefore Monarch) to run the Mayor out of office????? What?????

Chloé being the voice of reason on how that was fucked up and Ladybug immediately attempts an assault with a deadly weapon????

I know it got cut from the episode but Andre declaring a divorce, abandoning Chloé in favor of Zoé who he's known for like 2 months and has little legal rights to have custody of(seriously what does Zoé's dad think?) while saying that Chloé deserves to be abused???? FUCKED UP and I'm not letting it go because TA himself didn't know it was cut until the episode aired!

A 14 year old declares herself mayor and the town is okay with that? Like I'm guessing they don't like her but it's considered totally legal? I guess???

Ways to fix it: You can't. Throw the whole thing out.

#ml spoilers

[thecrimsonjaguar]

its fucking time baybee

Alright. Alright. FUck. Oh my fuck. I have time now to sit down and process fionna and cake. god fuck. holy shit.whta the fuck , ive been so busy and ive finally caught up and. god what the shit

FUCK

DAMN IT ALL GOD FUCKIGN FGUIGT5BFEWIGTRFTHY

god fucking damnit i KNEW it was going to tear my HEART out we're not even FINISHED YET THE SHIT WHAT THE FUCK

uuuguhuhuhuhuhuhuh i need to be coherent. ok. ok.

I planned initially to talk about the episodes individually but fuck that,

So Simon is very suicidal. like. oh god I know we saw it in the original series but here it's on another level. He doesn't *just* want to die. He wants to put himself through an experience he considers WORSE than death for the rest of eternity. like. hell man. hes not ok

and like. i've mentioned it before but simon's just so. nice, yknow? He's kind. he's good. You can see he wants to be a good person and that part of him is like, slowly being drawn out again. He's so damaged and stuck in the past that he ends up hurting people around him. he made a little girl cry. He tried to talk about it with marcy, we know he's not okay with his behavior. and then with the candy queen, he's sees that she's nuts and he is immediately talking about helping her. He's trying to give her the kindness and help that he was denied for so long.

(and it makes me think about Ice King, right? Like, remind me, has anyone, and I mean ANYONE, ever approached IK and genuinely, earnestly asked IK for real help? If a little kid asked IK to please save them, would simon's kindness shine through? would Ice King help?)

And i'm genuinely nervous about what's to come. I imagine at some point it's going to hit F+C that the crown and Simon do NOT mix. And it's going to probably be a rude wakeup call. but what about after that?

Like. we didn't see Simon in the afterlife. We've all been theorizing about that for a bit but since we know for a FACT that simon is aging, then I imagine something is going to happen to him that keeps him from the deadworlds. and i'm putting a lot of trust into the show because it's really good so far so if something strange and cosmic DOES happen to simon, i have faith it will be good.

but like!!!! i kinda don't........ want that?? I want him to live in his OWN reality and make peace there, so he doesn't get separated from marcy. (The Simon and Marcy relationship is pretty much one of my favorite, if not the favorite, thing i love about AT. If something does happen to simon, I want him to have some way to stay connected to marceline.) And I want him to still be friends with Finn and I want him to make it up to that little girl he hurt. Im nervous he'll end up leaving and while we might get some of that, will everything get resolved in a satisfying way???

probably (hopefully) i'm being paranoid. This show is great so far. I think it can handle simon for a while longer. and i think if something weird does happen to simon, i can enjoy it.

i got more thoughts, but this post will do for now

#at spoilers #spoilers #at #adventure time #fionna and cake series #at fiona and cake #adventure time fionna and cake #ugh #the theme song drives me nuts (in a good way) #and the fionna characterization!!! i never thought i would love it this much but its so good #the characters swearing feels.... so natural to me somehow #like yeah. of course they say ass and crap and damn. thats what they do #now say fuck do it say fuck #they can botch the entire series and i'll only allow it if they make simon say fuck #the humanized genderswap brainworld is awesome too #bro simon got boys in his brain being fruity and god fucking damn that's hilarious #the yuri king contains yaoi #also all the murders. like fuck #i really want farmworld finn to be alive but errrrrr im not holding much hope for him. rip #brian david gilbert fucking jumpscared me #why is winter king so tall #like i said. i got more thoughts but they'll get their own posts

[crushpunchh-art]

Lilith is so special to me bcs she's like so complicated and I love every aspect of her character lol

Also love the way you express her guilt thru Ur art!!

I feel like not enough people explore that.

Like, Lilith spent 30 years in the cult, most of her life, and despite being a victim it also probably caused her to do horrible things, especially to loved ones (i.e. Eda), almost killing Luz (a child), and it left her morality to be very flawed especially in S1 and what we can assume was in-between her initiation and her leaving.

And imagine the guilt for her actions. Like yk she's just cringing at all the horrible things she did in the past, and the horrible things she let be done to her "for the greater good".

Hopefully this made sense :3

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. ALL OF THIS EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS ASK. i feel like a lot of the time when people talk about lilith they act like its umm. a lot more black and white than it is? like either shes The Literal Devil (dont see this very often but theres this ONE GUY ON THE OWL HOUSE FANDOM WIKI.... endless entertainment watching them i promise you.) or Only a victim who Never did anything wrong.

like i love her BECAUSE shes garbage actually. she SUCKS in season 1. like obviously shes suffering but just. like. objectively? shes AWFUL. making fun of eda for her curse when She Caused it comes to mind. she SUCKED in s1! like, really badly! she kidnapped luz and was COMPLETELY unnecessarily menacing to gus and willow (girl chill out stop. you know damn well you could be handling this better) etc etc etc.

except also im like 90% sure she Knew she sucked. actually shes kind of the Leader of the Lilith Hater Squad. im not even sure its a case of flawed morals so much as a case of 'What Does It Matter? It's For The Greater Good'. / occasionally 'what the hell else am i supposed to do.' like does she KNOW shes doing awful things? oh totally. is she going to STOP? nope.

i would like to highlight. this part of your ask:

Like yk she's just cringing at all the horrible things she did in the past, and the horrible things she let be done to her "for the greater good".

lilith doormat truthers rise up. that woman lived under a man who hated her PERSONALLY for like 30 years. while her coworker was bullying her (Why was Kiki like that honestly like what was her damage when it came to Lilith. With Hunter okay sure. But Lilith??? Whatd she do to you???) you think she was STANDING UP FOR HERSELF? No! That woman hasn't stood up for herself since she was like 15! If she had she'd probably be dead by now!!!!

Sorry sorry sorry im ranting. I love her so much. Dumbest little cheeto puff who tries so hard and somehow still manages to do everything wrong.

TO THE ART BIT OF YOUR ASK: oh my god thank you so much!!! when im drawing her thats really like. what i try to focus on? like thats what i REALLY want to get across. that she feels so crazy guilty about everything.

thank you for having so many correct opinions about lilith. we will shake hands or if you dont want to do that we will nod approvingly at one another

#the owl house #crush.txt #lilith clawthorne #long post #response

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The Note

Characters: Steve Harrington, Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,503

Warnings: None

A/N: So this was my first Stranger Things piece, but not my first Stranger Things post. There's a piece I just couldn't get right, but it was as good as it was going to get. So I hope you like it and I apologize for any errors. Enjoy!

When [Y/N] walked through the doors of the school that morning, saying she was nervous would be an understatement. The girl was terrified. Walking towards her locker, she paid no mind to anyone getting lost in her thoughts. She had finally built up the courage yesterday to finally tell her lifelong, well it feels like a lifetime, friend that she had feelings for him. Well, [Y/N] didn't actually speak to him. She had written it out in a letter and had given it to him. Writing it out was a lot easier for her than telling him in person. She knew she wouldn't be able to tell him everything she needed to face to face. She'd sike herself out and book it.

She knew the outcomes that could happen from her confessing. He could feel uncomfortable and just ignore her the whole day and the rest of their lives, that would be an answer in itself already. He could reject her and then realize it would be weird to continue their friendship. He could reject her, keep the friendship but she wouldn't be able to handle it and distance herself. All the outcomes just had him gone from her life one way or another and she didn't want that to happen. But she also couldn't keep this bottled up either. She had to try. Her mind would just be full of all the 'what ifs' running around if she didn't. He was such a great guy. He was sweet, caring, funny and awesome to have in your life. And she's risking having such a wonderful friend leave her life forever.

Once [Y/N] opened the locker she quickly exchanged her take home items with the ones she would need for her first couple classes. She had told him not to read the note till he got home and to meet her at her locker the next morning. Her stomach started doing flips and her hands shook as the memory hit her again. She couldn't do this. What was she thinking? It's too late now. The damage was done. All she could do now was to quickly leave her locker and head to her class before he was supposed to meet her.

When she closed her locker she jumped back wide eyed, letting out a yelp in surprise.

It was too late.

There waiting for her was Steve Harrington, with a raised fist ready to knock on her locker door.

"Woah. Does my hair really look that bad? Listen, I tried styling it but it wasn't working with me today. So this is what we got."

She looked at his hair then gave him a puzzled look, "Steve, it's literally the same hairstyle you always wear."

"Of course it is," he ran a hand through his hair. "You actually thought I would stray from this beauty? I'm hurt [Y/N]." He mocked offended.

She smiled and shook her head at his foolishness. Despite the situation, he always seemed to put her nerves at ease. Even if he was the cause of them.

Wait. Why was he talking to her so casually? Did he not read the letter? Maybe he didn't. He probably forgot to and he's going to tell her that and that he'll look at it later today. Maybe he lost it. Maybe his dog ate it.

Wait. He doesn't have a dog.

Maybe this is probably one of the outcomes she had thought could happen. Yeah. He's probably going to let her down and try to move forward from this. God, as much as that would hurt, she hopes that's the result from all of this. He'd still be around and she'd just have to work really hard to get rid of her feelings for him. Damn, that's gonna suck.

Whatever would happen she was about to find out. [Y/N] met his gaze and noticed that his smile had fallen a bit. She couldn't tell why though. He didn't seem upset or sad or any of that. It was just a neutral he had as he stared at her for a few seconds. His eyes widened slightly, realizing why they were there for specifically.

He looked down at his pants, padding around until he found what he needed from his back pocket. It was a small, folded up notebook paper.

Her letter.

"So I read this," he started. "But I don't know what you want me to do with it."

What?

"What?" She was confused. What did he mean he didn't know what to do with it?

"Yeah. You said to read it and meet you here in the morning with an answer. But I don't know what kind of answer you want from me with a list of your groceries."

What the hell? Her groceries list? That's not the note she gave him.

He began to unfold it and read it out loud to her.

"Carton of eggs, gallon of milk, saltine crackers, bread, oil, butter, flour. Did you want me to get these for you or like tell you what you could make with these? Because I think you could make a delicious choco-"

She snatched the piece of paper out of his hands, cutting him off.

"What the hell? That's not what I," her voice trailed off. "Gave you."

But it was in fact what she had given him.

It was her letter. Her handwriting. Her words. Her confession.

Stunned, [Y/N] looked up at him and saw him leaning on his shoulder against the lockers. Smiling back at her laughing softly.

"Steve you jerk. That's not funny."

She turned on her heels and began walking to her class. She blindly opened her textbook on a random page and stuffed the letter in it and slammed it shut. She didn't want to look at it anymore. She wanted it out of her sight and forget it ever existed.

Behind her, Steve caught up to her and attempted to stop her by trying to hold on to her arm.

"No, hey. Wait!"

She nudged her arm away from him and kept walking. She was hurt and had every right to be. She poured her heart out in that letter and for him to just joke about it like that. It made her feel like he didn't care about her feelings. As if she was just another random girl at school trying to get his attention.

"[Y/N] wait," he appeared in front of her and held onto her shoulders. He tried to meet her gaze but she would turn away, avoiding his. He gently held her face and turned it to look at him. But she had her eyes closed, still refusing to look at him.

Steve couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her reaction.

"Would you please look at me? I'm sorry alright. I didn't mean to upset you."

She shook her head and tried to get out of his hold. She would try using her hands but they were currently occupied.

"Just let it go. It doesn't matter anymore. I need to get to class."

"I can't because it does matter. Besides," he looks over at his watch. "We still have 6 minutes till class starts." He sighs, "[Y/N], c'mon please open your eyes," he gently rubbed his thumbs against her cheeks.

She didn't want to. She really didn't want to. His hold on her was so gentle and sweet that if she focused hard enough, it could make her forget that all of this was happening. That he wasn't just about to reject her and lose him. She didn't want to open her eyes because it would mean all of this was real.

And it was. So, she opened them.

Steve was so close to her. It wasn't new. She was used to this type of closeness from him. But she couldn't help but feel scared. This felt different now. It felt intimate.

"Alright, tell me then. I can handle it."

"I'm sorry. I thought I would make this not so awkward so I tried to play it off funny. Honest. The last thing I wanted was to make you upset."

She sighed as she ducked her head down.

"Yeah, I understand."

"Besides," he let his hands slide down her arms. "It's fun making the girl I like mad. She does this cute little nose scrunch that I find adorable on her."

[Y/N] shot her head up. Did she hear that right? She steps out of his grasp and looks at him. No. Is he serious?

"W-what? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, it's like this," he scrunches his nose while looking at his nose making him look cross eyed.

[Y/N] blinks, making a face and shakes her head. "No, before that."

Steve stood there with a shy grin, hands in his pockets and shoulders up to his ears.

"I like you too, [Y/N]."

"You do? Steve if this is another joke I-" she starts.

Steve quickly shuts her down and closes the small gap between them. He removes the books from her grasp and places them on the floor. He holds her hands and looks at her. His focus solely on her.

"I'm not joking this time. I wouldn't do that to you. Never you. You're my best friend [Y/N]. I've liked you since I can remember. Maybe since I first met you back in seventh grade. I just never thought you would feel the same. But then I read your letter," he glanced down at their hands and intertwined their fingers. His gaze moving back to her. "When I saw that you've felt the same way since that day too, I just about freaked. I couldn't believe it. I was waiting to read that this was all a joke or an "April Fool's' on the page. But then realized we were in February," [Y/N] chuckled at this which got a smile out of the boy. "And I knew this was real. I wanted to tell you sooner. But I was too much of a chicken. The more I put it off, the more I fell for you, the harder it was to tell you the truth and make a move. I got to know you even better since then. I got scared that I might lose the best girl I had ever met. I didn't want to risk it. I was willing to suffer in silence with you as my friend. Knowing you'd still be by my side."

[Y/N] couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't realize she was crying till a drop fell onto their joined hands. She quickly wiped her eyes and looked up to the ceiling, blinking quickly in trying to stop more tears from spilling.

"God, what does this make me look like then? That I don't care about our friendship? Selfish? I was scared too. I didn't want to lose you either. You have no idea how long I had thought about all the cons from telling you. In the end the 'what ifs' won.

"No, you're not selfish. Well, maybe a little," he teased.

She stepped back and punched his arm, "Steve!"

"I'm kidding!" He said laughing. Steve took a hold of her hands again and brought them close to wrap around his waist. He placed one hand on her waist as the other came up to her face and tucked away a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It just says you have guts. You've always been a lot bolder and braver than me."

[Y/N] shakes her head shyly. She meets his eyes and stands there a moment taking it all in. Steve liked her. Actually liked her. All these years wondering what it would feel like to have him say the words back to her couldn't compare to the real deal. She was over the moon. The thought that she'd be able to hold him when she wanted without fear of making things awkward between them or feeling rejected in some way. The little dates they could have now. And the luxury to feel his kisses now. And her to kiss him.

"What do you say after school I take you out? Do this properly. We can go to that diner near the library. Couple burgers, couple milkshakes," he leans closer to her. "Couple kisses?" He whispers as he leaves a kiss on her cheek.

"Hmm," she one shoulders. "I like the food part. Not sure about the rest though. Kind of getting ahead of yourself aren't you Harrington?" She says leaning away slightly from their hold.

"What? You don't like my kisses?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

[Y/N] giggles, "Well, I've never experienced any of your kisses. Officially."

"Ah, that just won't do. We have to change that immediately," Steve then places his hands on either side of her face. He slowly begins to lean in, closing his eyes as he got nearer.

Just then the bell rings, alerting all students to head to class. [Y/N] ducks down, out of his hold just before Steve gets a chance to seal their lips.

"Oh, there's the bell," She bends down to retrieve her books and turns in the direction of her class, speed walking away. "I'll see you later Steve," She waves, laughing at the boy's stunned reaction.

Steve blinked. It took him a second to comprehend what had just happened. He looked around trying to find the girl. When he caught a glimpse of her he took off after her.

"Hey, wait just a minute," he ran up behind her. A squeal escaped out of her when she felt his fingers make contact on her waist, bringing her close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to her neck then rested his chin on her shoulder and continued to walk like that. "At least let me walk you to class."

"I guess there's no harm in that." Once they had reached her class door, they stood off to the side.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" He asked, smiling.

"Wouldn't miss it. Now go, you're going to be late," She smiled pushing him away.

He grabbed her hand that was placed on his chest, pushing him away, and held on leaving their arms outstretched between them. In a quick motion, he pulled himself back towards her. He brought her face closer to his, peppering kisses all over causing the girl to laugh in the process. Steve finished it off with a final kiss on her nose.

"Alright. I'm going now," he said with a huge grin on his face, walking backwards in a surrendering motion.

[Y/N] shook her head at him and with a final wave towards him walked inside her class. Sitting down, she couldn't hide the grin on her face. She felt all warm and fuzzy. It finally happened. She confessed and it didn't end in a total disaster. Looking over at the clock above the chalkboard, she couldn't help but wish the day to be over before it even started.

She's got a date today.

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