#Please just let me recover from the fucking roller coaster of emotions

[machathecat]

@ my brain. STOP FUCKING REPLAYING THE MOMENTS I WAS IN RYE ASHUR VID IN MY HEAD. WE WENT THROUGH ALL THE 5 STAGES OF GRIEF IN ONE HOUR IM FUCKING EXHAUSTED ON ALL LEVELS SO SHUT UP AND ENJOY CALM MUSIC WHILE THINKING ABOUT CATS

#Probably going to delete later #Seriously I got small waves of happiness thinking about it every two minutes #Please just let me recover from the fucking roller coaster of emotions

[lovingmattysposts]

Okay first things first I just have to tell you that I just found your blog by reading your FWB and I love your writing dead ass had me going through a roller coaster of emotions at 1 am!! Anyway I kinda had an idea for a Matt imagine about meeting his parents and Justin for thanks giving and you get along with them super well but could you imagine how Matt would feel knowing that they love you as much as he does!? I kinda feel like he would low key get turned on by that is it just me ? He’s such a family guy so nothings more attractive then his girl and his fam getting along right !? Or is it just me …

Respectfully

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: you're anxious about meeting Matt's parent's for this first and he comforts you. They end up absolutely loving you and nothing make Matt more happy.

warnings: just fluff, suggestive, anxiety

yayy one shots

xoxo, Autumn

As I packed my things for the flight, my hands were shaking. I had never had a boyfriend as serious at Matt before. Don't get me wrong i've met parents before, but i've never wanted them to like me as badly as I do Matt's parents.

Family means everything to Matt and if they don't like me I know that's my one-way ticket out of his life, and nothing has ever made me more anxious ever. I loved this boy more than i've loved anything in my entire life. If i lost him because I fucked it up with his family, i don't think i'll ever recover. I want to marry this man.

Suddenly I felt arms come around my waist, and Matt's head leaning his head on my shoulder hugging me from behind. I sighed leaning into his touch.

"Why are you packing so many things? We're only staying for the weekend babe" He smiled, kissing the side of my head. I let out a shaky breath, setting down another top in the suitcase. He released me and turned me around, making me look at him. I avoided his eyes. He grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over my palm.

"Y/n, what's the matter?" He asked pulling me to him. I sighed looking up at him. I was embarrassed that I was so nervous about meeting his family. I am overall confident in almost everything I do, that's how I've made my living out here in LA.

Matt's never really seen me nervous about anything. Even when he revealed me to the fans for the first time, my nerves didn't wavor. I was already a public figure online and people connected the dots before we actually told them ourselves. There were a few hate comments, but overall everyone who were a fan of the triplets, were a fan of me too.

I looked down, not wanting to look at him. "Hey, talk to me" He said softly lifting my chin. I bit my lip shaking my head. "I-" I breathed. He interlocked our fingers pulling me back and forth from him, smiling down at me making me start to smile.

"What if they don't like me?" I whispered looking up at him. His eyebrows furrowed and he stopped. "What do you mean?" He asked. I shook my head. "You're parents what if they don't like me? What if they think i'm not good enough for you? What if this trip completely alters out relationship because I fuck it up?" I asked letting my anxiety wash over me like a wave.

"Hey" He whispered. I turned away from him, feeling tears brim at my eyes. "Hey" He said again, pulling me against him and pulling me into a hug. I let out a breath closing my eyes.

"Nick and Chris already like you, trust me when I tell you that's the hardest ones to please" He smiled, pulling back and kissing my forehead. I smiled looking down, but still didn't believe him.

"They will love you y/n." He said shaking his head at my worries. I smiled sadly up at him. "You know why?" He said leaning down to my height. "Because I love you." He smiled. I shook my head.

"You're so cheesy, Matthew" I pushed him, but he grabbed me and lifted me, making me squeal before laying me on the bed. I giggled as he laid on top of me, I squirmed beneath him smiling. Before he leaned down kissing me softly for a few seconds. He pulled away, looking down at me, moving his thumb over my cheek as he smiled down at me.

"They know how I feel about you y/n. They already love you, you don't have to do anything to make them love you other than be yourself. That's how I fell in love" He smiled. I let go of a breath. He was right, I just needed to be myself that's it.

"I'm excited" He mumbled against my lips. I smiled as he pressed his lips against me. He reached down as he pinched my sides, making me laugh and attempt to push him off. He smiled as he tried to kiss my face all over.

"Matt!" I laughed, pushing him. I pushed him over before straddling him, as he smiled up at me. "God, I'm so in love with you" he whispered. I smiled, leaning down and kissing him. I rolled off of him before going back to my suitcase.

"I have to pack" I smiled shaking my head. He leaned up frowning. "Don't be scared please. I'll be there the whole time" He said, making me bite my lip. I nodded.

-

The whole flight Matt was being extra sweet, trying to be as loving as possibly since he knew how anxious I was. His brothers gave him a little shit for it, but he didn't care.

He bought all my favorite snack, walked me to the bathroom and stood outside the door until I was done, and laid his head in my lap the entire flight and never let my hand go.

That was the easy part, just being with Matt. I never wanted to leave his side and he didn't want to leave mine either.

It was when we grabbed our bags is when I got anxious. Justin was picking us up for the airport and I was freaking out on the inside. I squeezed Matt's hand has we walked towards the door. He looked down at me before pulling me against him while we walked, kissing the top of my head. I sighed into him as we walked out into the cold Boston air.

"Hey!" Chris said turning his head and walking to the left. We all turned to see Justin standing there smiling next to his car. Nick and Chris walked up to him, wrapping him in a hug. Justin smiled hugging them back, as my heart started to beat out of my chest.

Matt let me go before hugging Justin. "Good to see you bro" He said as he hugged him. I stood back a few feet as they released each other as Justin's eyes turned to me. I smiled, swallowing the lump in my throat stepping forward.

"So you're the girl who's got my baby brother in love?" He smiled down at me. I blushed and looked down. "I guess, Im y/n" I chuckled before Justin stepped forward to hug me. "Justin" he smiled leaning back. I sighed as I leaned back, letting some of that anxiety go. Justin looked from me to Matt.

"Dude, how did you pull her?" He asked leaning to Matt, causing Matt to hit him. I laughed to myself, and Justin smiled down at me. He reached down picking up my suitcase. "Alright losers, get in" He said motioning to the car.

"If Matt ever bothers you, let me know I'll beat his ass" Justin joked leaning into me, I smiled looking over at Matt who rolled his eyes and reached out for my hand. I stepped forwards grabbing his hand as he opened the car door for me to get in.

The ride wasn't long from the airport. The whole time Justin and Chris talked in the front and Nick and Matt occacionally jumped in. I chuckled at some of the things they said.

Matt's hand never left my leg, rubbing his hand back and forth has he spoke to his brothers moving it soothingly. He leaned over and spoke to me softly every once in a while.

It wasn't long before we pulled up to their home and the anxiety immediatly went back up to my stomach. Everyone stepped out before I stepped out of the car, letting out a shaky breath. Nick, Justin, and Chris walked in front of us and my feet froze.

Matt noticed my paused and turned back looking at me. "Are you okay?" He whispered, grabbing my hand. "Yeah" I breathed, but still didn't move. If they didn't like me this was it. This was me giving up my boyfriend.

He sighed stepping in front of me. "Take a few deep breaths and walk in there and show them why you're the best thing that's ever happened to me" He whispered before kissing my forehead. I smiled nodded. I just needed to get out of my head. He reached up, pushing my hair behind my ear and looking down at me, holding my chin.

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Okay, I'm ready" I said looking up at him. He nodded and grabbed my hand as he let me to the house. I just closed my eyes, begging the horrible feeling in my stomach to go away.

Matt walked up, opening the door for me and letting me walk through. I heard the chatter of people talking before seeing everyone standing in the living room. Matt's mom turned her head and looked at me before a hug smile plastered across her face. I smiled looking at her.

"Y/n!" She cheered before walking over to me and wrapped me in a tight motherly hug. I smiled hugging her back. "Hi Mrs. Sturniolo. Happy thanksgiving" I said as I hugged her face. She let go, holding my shoulders.

"Oh hunny, don't call me that. It makes me feel old. Call me Mary Lou" She smiled brightly at me. "You're so pretty! I've seen pictures obviously, but wow you are a gorgeous girl!" She said looking at me, making my face light up red. I looked at Matt who smiled down at us.

She wrapped me in another hug, taking me by surprise and I looked up at Matt. "Okay mom, don't suffocate her. I need her alive by the end of the weekend" Matt chuckled putting his hand on his mom's shoulder. She released me before sighing smiling up at Matt.

"I hope you're parents don't mind we are stealing you for the holiday. We were dying to meet the girl our son won't shut up about" She smiled at me. I blushed and looked at Matt, who's eyes went wide.

"Mom" he said shaking his head. I chuckled and looked down. She looked back at me and shrugged. "She doesn't mind, she loves Matt" I said smiling over at my boyfriend.

She turned and yelled into the kitchen. "Jimmy! Y/n's here!" She said making me look over at Matt who was laughing and shaking his head. I turned and saw Matt's dad emerging from the kitchen, holding a small dog. I gasped, putting my hands over my mouth before running up to him and petting the dog in his arms.

"Oh my goodness! Who is this?" I smiled down at the dog. "This is Trevor" His dad explained looking down at me. I smiled looking at the dog. I made faces at him and stuck out his tonuge. I turned to Matt.

"He's so cute" I gushed looking at him. He shook his head smiling and walking over to me and petting the dog.

"So Matt tells me you make videos yourself? You got more fans than these guys" Jimmy said motioning to Matt and the rest of the boys on the couch. I smiled looking down. I looked over at Matt who rolling his eyes making me laugh.

"Just by a few" I said shrugging. Matt pushed my shoulder. "Try 500K" He said grabbing my arm and pulling me against him, wrapping his arm around my waist. I smiled looking up at him, leaning my head against his chest.

"You guys are too cute! Let me get my camera!" Mary Lou said running into the kitchen, making me laugh against Matt. Matt shook his head. "Mom, please no. They are like this 24/7 it makes me sick" Chris groaned from the couch as Mary Lou came back with her camera.

She pointed at him. "You shush! When you bring a girl home, you will get the same treatment" She said pulling up her camera and pointing at Matt and I. Matt pulled me against him, wrapping both his arms around me. I laughed as she took the picture and smiled at it.

"I have to go get started on dinner, you guys relax" She said looking up at us. I wiggled out of Matt's arms and looked at her. "Oh! let me help you!" I offered smiling. She shook her head. "No sweetie, you just got here. I don't want to put you to work" She smiled at me. I shook my head holding up my hands.

"No please, It's the least I can do. I'd be happy to help" I said pushing off her niceness. She sighed looking at Matt. "Can I steal you're girlfriend for a while?" She asked smiling at her son. I looked up at him. He looked down at me raising his eyebrows.

"You sure?" He asked knowing how anxious I was just a few minutes ago. I nodded smiling up at him. He smiled. "Okay" He smiled leaning down and pecking my lips quickly. Chris made a gag noise and Matt's dad walked over placing Trevor on him. Chris groaned, Trevors' paws going directly into his stomach.

"Trevor attack" Jimmy joked, making me chuckle before I turned meeting Matt's mom in the kitchen.

-

After about 30 minutes of helping Mary Lou in the kitchen, laughing and talking with her while mashing potatoes and tossing salad, Matt walked into the kitchen.

Mary Lou had her phone pulled up zooming into an old picture of Matt in a hockey uniform that was way too big for his small self. "Oh my goodness, are you kidding me?" I gushed looking at the photo, feeling my heart clench at a small Matt.

Matt came between us. "Mom, stop" He said pushing the phone down. She looked up at him and smiled. "But you were so cute and tiny" She said putting her hands up to his face. He cringed and pushed away. I laughed to myself. he looked over at me.

"You were soo cute" I smiled looking up at him. He shook his head smiling down at me. He leaned over me, looking down at what I was doing, leaning his head against mine.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I looked down as I added the croutons to the salad. "Tossing the salad" I smiled up at him. He hummed when I heard the snap of a camera. Matt and I's head both turned to see Mary Lou holding up her phone.

"Mom" Matt shook his head. She smiled holding her phone done. "I'm sorry! I can't get over you too" She gushed going back to cutting green beans. I smiled and looked down.

"Can I have my girlfriend back now?" He asked slightly pulling my waist. "No, now out of the kitchen" Mary Lou said poking his side with a spoon. I smiled and shook my head as he groaned and released me, walking out of the kitchen.

"You know" She said making me look up at her. "He's never brought a girl home before" She smiled at me, making em blush and looked down. "Mrs. Sturniolo, you did an amazing job raising your boys. I've never met anyone like them before, especially Matt" I smiled.

"What did I tell you about calling me that, It's Mary Lou. You're apart of the family" She smiled at me. I smiled to myself looking down at the salad.

-

Once Mary Lou and I were all done in the kicthen, we called everyone done to eat. Justin and Chris pushed each other as they raced towards the table, fighting for seat. I laughed at them as Matt and Nick came into the kitchen.

Matt sat down and motioned me to sit next to him. I smiled before happily sitting next to my boyfriend. I smiled as we all started to eat. They all began to small talk before Justin turned towards me.

"So how long have you guys been together?" He asked looking between us. "About 8 months now?" I said looking at Matt who nodded and placed his hand on my knee soothingly. I smiled putting my hand over his.

"Well isn't he just so smitten" Nick joked looking at Matt, who rolled his eyes at his brother comment.

"We need to have you around more often y/n. I've never seen this boy smile so much" Jimmy said looking over at Matt, shoving food in his mouth. Matt's face turned red and he shook his head.

"Guys" He mumbled, looking down at his plate. I smiled looking over at him and he glanced up at me, his face still red. "I'm gonna be honest when Matt said he was seeing you, I did a bit of snooping and watched a few of your videos" Mary Lou smiled up at me. My face turned red. Oh god.

"You're a funny girl, and your fans seem to love you" She smiled at me. I let go of a breath. "Thank you, yeah they are the best" I chuckled looking down. Matt reached down pulling my leg over to his. I blinked up at him, as he just focused on his food like he didn't even realize what he was doing, like it was second nature.

"Jimmy and I were laughing so hard when you started talking about Christopher Columbus" She giggled making me look up. "Dude was a fraud, he does not deserve that holiday" I smiled shaking my head, earning laughs from Justin and Chris.

Dinner ended a little bit later after a few more questions and small talk and I overall felt so much better, just being myself. All anxiety left my body by the end of the night they were the best.

After dinner Matt pulled me up to his room. He closed the door behind me and pulled me against him, pressing his lips to mine. I smiled before pulling back.

"What was that for?" I smiled looking up and putting my hands on his face. "Because I love you and you're amazing and my parents love you. You fit in perfectly" He smiled leaning down at kiss me. I smiled as I kissed him back.

He reached down reaching under my ass, and I pushed his hands down and pulled back. "Matt" I felt my face go red and smiled. "Sorry, you talking to my parents all respectfully turned me on" He smiled leaning down and catching my lips again.

He leaned down starting to kiss my neck. "You are ridiculous Matthew Sturniolo" I shook my head as he gripped my hips roughly. He pulled back, pressing his forehead against mine.

"And you are the love of my life y/f/n y/l/n"

yayyy first one shot fluff

#nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo

[i-need-air]

Lol just imagine: You come home from your friends house one day and you smell like your friends pet cat and hybrid bakugo is just like >:0

sDKFJKDJDJ oh my GOD YES—

This is beautiful and I thrive for it, I'm LIVING FOR IT RN;;;; literally dropped everything to write💀💕

ok there's two scenarios for this. He knows it's a cat and he's still jealous or he doesn't recognize the scent at first and jumps in conclusions and both are h i l a r i o u s; gonna go with the second one:

Part 1 & Part 2 here btw!

× you haven't seen each other in some time since life has been hectic

× so of course you stayed a while catching up

× the deal is your friend's cat decided you're now its human heater

× [ the feeling when a cat picks you is the best, let's be honest so] you're like uwu ok yes [pat, pat]

× after some time you headed home, happy to see your boyfriend, bag of groceries in hand as he texted you to buy a couple of things for dinner that night

× you waltz through the door, happy-go-lucky, saying "Katsuki, I'm home" with no worries

× you hear a gruff "Took you long enough" from the living room

× he walks towards you as you take your shoes off, bag still in hand

× "Did you buy the—" he started, but froze, red eyes bloodshot looking at your frame

× you tilted your head to look at him in confusion

× and he's just standing there staring

× "Katsu—?" you mutter, brows furred

× he just sniffs loudly, sandy ears twitching and tail low

× "Where the fuck have you been?"

× you would've just reminded him and called him old man or something if it weren't for the tone

× he was angry

× and i shit you not, his lower lip trembled for an instance

× so you're full ✨confusion✨ and attempt to drop the bag and get closer to him but he's way faster than you

× literally bolts towards you and sniffs you, grabbing your upper arms, holding you in place

× "What the fuck is this, [Y/N]?" he was shaking, looking you up and down accusatory

× he suddently lets go of you and walks away, steps loud and fast, and of course you follow him instantly, throwing the bag somewhere

× you keep asking what he's talking about because he's really agitated, finding him in the middle of the living room just walking around, avoiding your eyes

× you're just like ?????????????

× and getting worried too

× "Katsu, I've been with my friend, I've told you already..."

× "That's not how your fucking friend smells like!" he snapped "Who the hell has been all over you?!"

× so he's in the middle of the room, breathing heavily, now looking at you through a frown

× and

× it does not click instantly because what is he talking about??????

× your rapidly beating heart and silence starts to anger him more

× so while he's gritting his teeth you're putting things together

× the only one that's been all over you was...

× "Oh, my god..." a grin broke on your face. "It was my friend's cat..."

× [Katsuki has stopped working.exe]

× [Error]

× [Restarting]

× "... Hah?"

× and it clicked for him, a bright blush breaking on his face

× "Oh, my gO—"

× "Shut the hell up!"

× "No way, did you think—"

× he tries to escape to the bedroom as he screams "I told you to shut the hell up!"

× you better not tease him too much

× "You know you're the only one for me, right~?"

× cue embarrassed groans and pouty faces

× his ears give him away all the time and now they're low, all while looking anywhere but you

× you find him on your shared bed sitting by the edge and when you get close, he pulls you into him, burrying his face in your stomach

× but he scoffs instantly, turning his nose away

× "You need to change"

× "What...?"

× "You smell bad."

× and before you can tease him more "Shut up..."

× uwu 🦋🦋🦋🦋💕💕💕💞💞💞

× so it was fucking embarrassing 💀 he's gonna avoid the topic the first few hours

× you really try to go through the rest of the day without bursting into laugher and genuinely trying to fight teasing smiles every time you make eye contact

× he still blushes

× stares a lot, side eye glances noticing your behavior

× bUT he gets touchy

× when you're cutting vegetables for dinner he just stops what he's doing and hugs you from behind, burrying his nose in your neck

× "... you're mine..."

× please don't tease him, istg he's still recovering from the roller-coaster of emotions sjdhksjf

× fully expect to be thrown on the couch and have him throw his head on your lap, waiting to have his hair played with

× gets annoyed bc it isn't enough so he grabs you and throws himself all over you on the couch, burrying himself into you

× literally starts scenting you

× he acts tough, pink cheeks and eyes avoiding you but it's so obvious it hurts

× pls tell him he's the only one for you again and again forever???

Extra:

× will 100% disinfect your clothes

× scoffs at the cat hairs left on them before washing the living hell outta em

× hates cats a little bit more and scoffs at them on the street whenever he sees one

× wanna go meet your friend at their house? lol he's coming, that cat needs to learn boundaries

× 💀💀💀💀💀

#bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au #noirewrites #bakugou x reader

[luvelyhs]

one last time part 2

IM BACK! thought i’d celebrate with finally uploading one last time part 2! also..i physically couldn’t write this without putting some angst in there i apologize but there is a happy ending because it’s what y/n DESERVES! 

you can read ONE LAST TIME PART ONE here!

Warnings: lack of communication lol, angst, smut, happy ending

~~~~~~~~~~

They hadn’t woken up with Harry still in bed in a long time, Y/N had missed it. A lot.

His head lay on the pillow, face smushed into it. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, she loved him.

But if they were gonna be distant with each other, what was the point of marriage? It was a heartbreaking thought that their love wasn’t strong enough to withstand not even two years before it was over.

She carefully lifted her hand, tracing her fingertips over his forehead, down the side of his face, and lightly running her fingers over his pouty lips. He twitched a little and it made her heart jump. She didn’t want him to wake up yet, didn’t want him to realize what was happening and then leave. No, she wanted him here, right here. For as long as she could have him. Because right now, he was still her husband. He was still the husband that loved her and wanted to spend time with her. Not the husband who didn’t really act like one anymore, the one always avoiding her at all costs. And it hurt, it hurt like a bitch to think that the man who she loved with her entire mind body and soul might not even love her anymore.

She admired him, she didn’t know for how long. All she knew was that the sky was dark when she woke, to it now shining bright in the sky, the birds outside chirping noisily into the air.

It started with his eye twitching, his breathing changed, his eyes peeked open, then closing again once the light hit them. He groaned out, raising his arm to cover his eyes.

Y/N couldn’t stop watching him, she should feel like a creep but this was her husband. For now, at least. The thought made her frown.

He recovered, uncovering his eyes and peering at her. She watched as his eyes widened a bit at the sight of her, and her heart broke a little.

“Shit, what time is it?” Y/N gulped and looked at her bedside table to where the alarm clock is, reading 9:53 am and reciting it back to him.

“Fuck, I was s’posed to be at the studio at 9. Jeff’s gonna kill me.” Y/N stayed silent as he quickly got off the bed, running to their shared closet and changing quickly, then running to their bathroom and closing it.

Y/N didn’t even notice the tear slipping down her face until it landed on her lips. She quickly wiped it and decided to get up as well, making their bed where they had made love for the last time last night.

She had to call up a divorce lawyer, schedule a meeting. File for a divorce, draft up the divorce papers. Gather herself and her emotions. Text her best friend for emotional support. This was all a new experience for her, and she was scared as hell. The last thing she wanted to do was end their marriage, but if he wasn’t happy, then she wasn’t happy either.

The bathroom door opened and he was looking around the room for something.

“Y/N have you seen my keys?”

“Have you checked the pants you were wearing yesterday?” She remembered unbuttoning those pants, pulling them down and having her way with him. This was getting too much for her.

“Ah, thanks, love.” Y/N sighed, placing the throw pillows in the right places and checking her phone for messages.

“I’ll be at the studio late tonight. Don’t wait up.” And then he was off, like yesterday never happened. And when she heard the front door slam shut she let the tears loose. She sobbed and sobbed into the throw pillow she just placed down, crying hard at the thought of losing him.

Still crying, she called her best friend to come over. Her best friend was shocked and scared that she was full on sobbing at 10 am, but she was too worried to question her. She raced to Y/N’s and Harry’s home, using her spare key to get in. Her heart broke at the mess Y/N was in. She knew about her and Harry’s distance but it never got this bad for Y/N.

“Can you find me a divorce lawyer?”

~~~

Vera Thomson was a top notch divorce attorney. Y/N’s best friend knew of her from her sister who had divorced her ex husband, and Vera made the process super easy for her.

Y/N tried to compose herself when her best friend was on the phone with Vera, but she broke again when she heard that she was free at 1 pm to discuss the details. Y/N didn’t want to meet up with her this soon, she didn’t want her marriage to end with the love of her life this soon. She kind of hoped for a delay in it, that it wouldn’t be this fucking easy.

“I-I can’t do this!” Her best friend sighed and wrapped her arms around Y/N, rubbing her hand up and down her back.

Between Y/N’s loud cries and the shushes from her best friend, they both didn’t hear the front door opening and closing. They also didn’t hear the footsteps climbing up the stairs and stopping outside their bedroom door.

“P-please, this can’t just be it!”

“Shh, Y/N, it’s alright. It will be okay. I’m here for you, we’re all here for you.”

Outside their open bedroom door, Harry stood in utter confusion at hearing Y/N’s cries. He wanted to go in but somewhere in his mind he knew he was a reason for her tears. It broke Harry apart each heart wrenching sob she let out. He wanted to go in and comfort his love, but for some reason he couldn’t move his feet.

When Y/N composed herself to utter a few sentences, Harry’s entire world stopped. He almost fell to his knees at her words.

“Do you really think divorce is the best option? S-should I at least wait a few more days until meeting with her? Or, or should I just get it over with today? How long does divorce papers take to draft? I’m so scared, I don’t wanna do it.”

She wanted a divorce? She was meeting with a divorce lawyer to draft the papers? He didn’t want what he was hearing to be true, they were okay.. Weren’t they? Yeah, he’s been super busy writing his next album, but she had to know she was the most important thing to him, right? He loved her with all of his heart, he never wanted her to feel like this, to the point of heartbreak and tears. He vowed to always make her feel special, and to always be there for her and to always spend time with her. Was he really the one making her feel like this?

Sure, he’d been coming home later than usual, spending long hours everywhere he got an ounce of inspiration for a new song. He’d be at the studio perfecting one song, then starting the next. But he didn’t know she felt this way. Was she that unhappy?

Holy fuck- he suddenly remembered her words from yesterday. “One last time, H. Please.”

“She’s a popular attorney, Y/N. I don’t know when the next meeting will be, you’re lucky she had room for you today.”

Y/N scoffed. She was lucky? She didn’t think she was lucky that she was getting divorced to her husband.

“Sorry, bad choice of words. Look, if you’re having second thoughts, I can cancel for you. Take all the time you need, you don’t have to rush, Y/N. This is a big decision, and maybe you should talk to him first? Maybe this doesn’t have to be an option? Maybe marriage counseling..?”

“No..” Y/N shook her head in disagreement.

“Marriages shouldn’t need counseling. If we were meant to last together, we don’t need counseling to dig into why we are unhappy in this marriage. Besides, this is for him. He’s the one unhappy, and if he’s unhappy, I am.”

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He entered the room, both Y/N and her best friends heads looking up and eyes wide and frozen at the sight of him.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? You think I’m unhappy in this marriage?”

“Harry-“ Y/N started cautiously, not knowing how much he heard but he would of had to hear her last sentences if he was reacting like this.

“No, Y/N! I love you so fucking much, and to think I was ever unhappy in this relationship is utter bullshit.”

He was so worked up, so emotional, he was pacing the room trying to form words to explain his thoughts. His thoughts that were running wild, he was scared. He was scared that he would lose her, lose his precious Y/N. His darling who meant the whole universe and more to him.

He was mad also. Mad that she ever thought he was unhappy. Mad at himself for making her think he was unhappy. Mad at the both of them for not communicating their feelings properly. Mad that she would’ve given up this easily.

“H.. please. We both know you’re unhappy in this marriage. Is this not what you want?” Y/N saw the tears running down his face and she blanched, feeling awful for making him cry. She honestly thought she was doing the right thing, but maybe it was the fear. The fear that he no longer wanted her, that he had the ability to find prettier women. She was insecure, but fuck how can she not be? Her conflicting emotions must’ve shown in her face before her best friend rubbed her back and told her she was going to go.

Y/N nodded absentmindedly while staring at Harry. She made the decision to carefully approach him, what she wasn’t expecting was for him to fall to his knees before her.

“Don’t leave me, baby, please don’t leave me.” He cried out, Y/N’s heart wrenching in pain at the sight.

“I’m not, H. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She fell to her knees with him, hugging his body close to her, so tight but she didn’t care. She sighed in relief.

He pulled back. “I- I remember you saying ‘one last time’ last night.. I thought nothing of it, but you were planning to leave me last night?” Y/N felt she was on an emotional roller coaster. She realized how wrong she had been in not communicating with him before taking a big step, calling a divorce lawyer. She should have talked to him about her feelings. Communication is key. They both knew that, so why had they both been quiet?

“I never want you to leave me, baby, never. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything. W-were supposed to start a family, grow old together, baby, tell me why you wanted to divorce me? Please?” They were both full on sobbing at this point. Y/N paused for a few seconds to think of her words.

“I never want to leave you, never want you to go either. We’ll be okay, H, okay?” Y/N cradled his face with her hands and traced his cheekbone, pressing warm kisses all around his face, and wiped away his tears.

“I’m sorry for assuming, I was just scared it was true, that you didn’t want me anymore.” She whispered. Harry’s face showed love and compassion as he kissed her lips, shoving into it warmth and passion and love and care.

“I need you, baby.” Harry murmurs against her lips, the kiss soon turning passionate and taking them to another level.

“Mmm, then have me.” Sexual intimacy was a big part of one’s relationship, and thank God their’s was out of this world. He worshipped her body and in return she worshipped his, they knew each other’s likes and dislikes and was not afraid to push one’s boundaries a little bit further. They were comfortable with each other, but in a good way that there were still more things to learn.

Her words ignited a spark in him—show her she’s the only one for you, show her you’ll never leave her— and that’s what he intended to do. Harry slowly brought them up, gripping her waist and pulled her up, bringing her body to the bed and depositing her there.

Eyes alight with excitement and lust, he prowled toward her.

“I can’t take it slow baby.” Harry heard her words but didn’t pay them no mind. He wanted to bring her to new heights that she hadn’t felt before with him.

Y/N tried to undress him but he pushed his hoodie back down and pinned her wrists to the bed. “Lay back and relax, baby, this is all about you.” Y/N gulped at the fire in his eyes and nodded, laying back and letting him take over.

He traced her body with his hands, not letting a single surface go untouched, he pulled her sleep shirt off, marveling at the sight of her perky breasts and hard nipples. She gasped when he blew hot air onto her left one, not touching it. He did the same to her right.

“No teasing me, H.” He again didn’t reply but finally wrapped his lips around her nipple, she moaned and gripped his hair, bringing him closer to her. He switched to the other and swirled his tongue over it, sucking and playfully biting.

He pressed a trail of kisses down her body, stopping at the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Even in just nighties, you look divine.” Y/N blushed at his compliment and bashfully looked away.

The tug on her waistband prompted her to lift up her hips, Harry pulling them down and then she was just in her underwear.

He blew out a breath and bit his lip.

“God, I fucking love you.” She mumbled the words back and he looked up into her eyes and smiled. “I’m sorry for making you feel like you were second choice. You’ll always come first, always. Please talk to me if you ever have doubts.” She nodded sniffling as she felt tears well up in her eyes again.

“Promise.” Y/N whispered, and he grinned, wiping a tear away and then started kissing around her thighs, sucking on the skin.

After what seemed like forever, he pulled her underwear off, immediately licking up a stripe up her vagina.

“Oh!” She sat up, gripping his head as he swirled his tongue over her clit and devoured her like no tomorrow.

“Ah! Ah, shit, Harry!” She yelled out, lost in the invigorating pleasure he brought upon her body.

He got up, withdrawing from her body. She started to protest but he laid down beside her on their big bed.

“Sit on my face.” Wasting no time, she came over on top of him and slowly sat, feeling his tongue enter her in and out and all around. He sucked and nipped and kissed, she saw stars.

He knew her body so well, but no matter how many times she’s come on his face, he made her feel so special.

“So fucking wet, come all over my face baby.” He said into his pussy, and she gripped the bed sheets as she came, riding out her high and smashing his face in between her legs.

She gasped, nothing really coming out except a squeak. Her ears felt numb and as she was coming down from her high, she looked down.

The bed sheets were wet around his face and she sat up a bit, seeing how his face was dripping with liquid.

She gasped again in disbelief. “No!” Harry laughed brightly, excited about what just happened.

“Yes!” She had squirted all over him but she didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed.

“You did so good for me, lovie.”

“Can I undress you now?”

“You can do whatever you want, I’m yours to do as you please.” She loved to hear those words coming out of his mouth. She quickly tugged off his work Columbia hoodie, tugging up his shirt in the process, then taking off his white pants and socks, leaving him in his boxers.

His length was fully hard underneath the fabric, so large and she wanted him so bad. Last night felt like forever ago even though it was only hours ago.

“I love your dick, baby.” Y/N said, bringing his hand into his underwear and wrapping a warm fist around his hardness.

He jolted at the contact and moaned at the squeeze of her palm.

She tugged off his boxers to his knees, not having the patience to give him a handie or blowie, she needed him in her now.

She positioned herself above him and made eye contact with him while slowly sinking down onto him. They both moaned at the feeling. It was different than last night. It had a different vibe, it was off, but right now they were better, and it felt so good.

She bounced on him, watching his face until her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He brought her down to hold her as he took control for a minute and fucked up into her. She took it, a loud moaning mess above her husband.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, mmm...” He gave her ass a firm slap, rubbing it after to soothe. She squeezed around him at the feeling, and it prompted Harry’s release.

“Shit— baby, I’m coming.” She flipped them around, knowing he likes it best when he is fucking into her and taking control when he comes. He pistons his hips a few times and then brings his thumb to his mouth quickly, wetting it with his saliva then bringing it down to her mound, rubbing it in circles. That brought her up and over the edge and she screamed and they moaned and came together.

He stays within her a few minutes. Watching her relaxed face. They caught their breaths, and finally pulled out, watching the cum drip from her gorgeous pussy.

“Baby Styles?” He grins down at her, coming to lay beside her and pulled her in so close they could hear the other’s heart beat.

She shrugs in his warm grasp, enjoying the idea of starting their family.

“Maybe..”

“I love you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. She sighed happily, in her post orgasmic bliss, but also because of the man laying beside her, her husband.

“I love you..” They laid together, enjoying themselves in each other’s presence.

It wasn’t one last time, after all.

THE END.

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[tarithenurse]

Stolen - 23

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: A roller coaster of emotions and feels. A/N: So my psychiatrist recommended/ordered for me to take 2 weeks of sick leave because I’m a stressed out mess...that’s not going to stop me from writing, of course. Au contraire, without work I’ll have more time for that! Ask or reblog for tag ;)

23. Misery Machine

...   Reader   ...

What the ever-living FUCK? The bubble of happiness bursts, the pop loud in your mind but blown away by the cold storm raging before you in the shape of a raven-haired god with the colour of blood in his eyes. Memories of faces smiling during the feast come and go in a blur and leave you none the wiser as to what Loki’s problem is.

“Uh...yeah? It was okay,” you try carefully, “think I’m getting closer to Sif and the trio to accept me.”

“You don’t say?” Sarcasm is probably the default state for the god, you decide there and then. “Practically crawling onto their laps.”

Staring dumbfounded at him, each snarled accusation is a whiplash driving you closer to desperation as up and down cease to make any sense. Unsure whether to laugh, cry, or scream back at him, you just stand stock still. Loki, on the other hand, has taken to stalking around the room as he denounces the Asgardian ways – feasts, pretend friendships, nothing goes free – before ultimately turning to you again on an unseen wave of icy coldness radiating from the bluing skin.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have my dear brother rescue you,” he hisses, “or went with Fandral for comfort...he’d be more than willing to oblige.”

“Wait...what?”

Oh yeah, the fallen prince’s eyes are swallowed by red, leaving only a pinprick of black from the pupil. “You heard me.”

Sure did, smurf. “This’s ‘bout them? Are you...? D’you think I’m desperate enough to dick it down with Fandral or have Thor sweep me away like I’m some maiden in distress?”

Now you’re the one getting into his personal space. Though you’re far from as imposing compared to a god with ruby eyes and frosty skin, his raven hair cascading to his shoulders in ways fit for an anime character, you still manage to push him back a few steps before he digs his heels in.

“Tell me honestly, the idea doesn’t tempt you, mortal?”

“Hell yeah, it tempts me! But, y’know what? I can’t! If I go back home to hide and some day Thanos shows up...how’d you think that’d make me feel? Or if you take your dumb-ass on some quest to find the fucker only to get killed? No, that ain’t happening ‘cause I’ma stick through with this. That’s what this mortal’ll do: do things right.”

You can barely see him because tears (which you refuse to let fall) are blurring your vision. By some miracle, you manage to find the door and march down the dim hallway without bashing face first into something but by the time you turn the first corner, your cheeks are wet.

GAAARGH! He’s such an...an...UGH! Haven’t you already proven yourself? Sure, he might just see you as a mortal, as he keeps pointing out, but how many mortals does he know that would’ve been able to handle the mess he’s thrown at you? Admittedly, it might be your self-diagnosed Stockholm Syndrome speaking when you feel you deserve more respect from Loki. Not that he has to “like me” like me...just...

Wiping salt water and probably snot from your face, you look around for somewhere to be alone with your thoughts and spot a double door which could lead to a balcony or terrace only to find it blocked by a blond figure.

“Lady [Y/N]?” You’ve only spoken with Thor once, but no one else has a voice like that, a voice you don’t want to hear right now. “Please, tell me what troubles you.”

Why bother? It’s so easy to follow along as he cups your elbow with one of the huge hands and escorts you onto what does indeed turn out to be a balcony.

Any other person would gasp at the view of the golden-roofed city below, stretching towards the ocean and the infinity of space just beyond. You, a sarcastic thought jeers in your mind, you’re busy sniffling and holding back tears because of some silly spat – and there’s no way you can tell that truth to the man beside you.

“I know...I’m a stranger to you and you have no reason to trust me with your worries,” Thor begins softly, “yet I do feel responsible for your fate. Your chance of happiness. What my brother di-”

“Enough!” The exclamation startles him, blue eyes reconsidering the woman before him. Oops. “I’m...I’m sorry, your highness,” you try to recover while your heart beats in your ears. “Forgive me. You have no obligations on my behalf, your brother’s actions are not yours to atone for.”

The dazzling smile is pretty even if it’s barely hiding a pain beneath. ��Kind words, but clearly it torments you.”

“No.” Oh, that’s actually true. “No, what pains me is what I’ve learned since. Thor...you’ve been to Earth. You’ve seen us humans...and you know we’re hopelessly unprepared for what’s to come!”

“Even if Loki would be foolish enough to attack once more, Midgard is not defenceless. You know this.”

The Avengers. Thor had stopped Loki and his Chitauri (as you later found out the aliens were called) invasion. It hadn’t exactly been pretty which is something a lot of politicians are still pointing out – or were before you suddenly found yourself at the mercy of the guy who’d plotted the attack. It feels like years ago.

“Not...” How can I say this right? “Not Loki. Thor, please believe me, he’s not the real problem.”

“Any threat at all...your realm is under my protection.” At least his brows have the decency to furrow, almost hiding the pristine blue.

“He came for the Tesseract...but he already had a Scepter with magical abilities. Where did he get that? Who helped him – or who did he help?”

Obviously, the older brother isn’t as dimwitted as Loki claims because you can see tiny lights go on and off as he connects some of the dots – eyes gazing through your skull and into a different infinity than the one beyond the borders of Asgard and finding the murky areas where there isn’t enough information to illuminate the unknown.

When the crown prince does focus on you, a new worry tightens the muscles of his jaw. “If the Tesseract was all he wanted, why not leave?”

“Who wanted the Tesseract, really? And was that all?”

“Then why the invasion? A smoke screen?”

You shrug (even if it’s hard with Thor’s heavy hands resting on your shoulders) because what else can you do? And silence falls again as each option and its implications are weighed carefully.

“What makes you certain of this?”

Loki might be the God of Lies, Mischief, and whatnot...but looking up into his brother’s face there’s no way he wouldn’t sniff out the smallest inkling of deceit.

“I don’t know anything for sure,” you sigh, “I was...shown some bits and pieces. Been trying to make sense of it.”

“A vision.”

Weeeeell... “If that’s what you’d call it. I’m just scared of what might happen.”

Later, you’d think back of it as a pretty decent hug, but in the moment you are more concerned with continuously breathing as Thor pulls you into a crushing embrace.

“Get some rest, little one,” he smiles tiredly after pulling back, “you have my word I’ll look into this matter.”

... Loki   ...

He hears her return to the suite, mainly due to the subdued curses as she struggles to undress. Then the few candles he had left alight are snuffed before [Y/N] settles into bed with a sigh. The single candle in the servant’s tiny room creates sharp borders between shadows and illuminated areas unless Loki exhales particularly hard. I’m not sighing.

Since the woman had stormed out of the quarters, the Jotun has tried to calm himself down and ignore the screaming in his marrow as guilt eats through the bones. Eventually, he succumbed and went to bed only to lie and stare up into the ceiling. A thin blade slips between his fingers in repeated somersaults until he grabs the knife by the handle only to redo the whole thing.

Counting his breaths, he reaches well into the hundreds before daring to step into the suite. The slanted moonbeams illuminate patches on the floor and bed, glistening on the silken covers shaped like a woman. He does his best to ignore it, he really does. Moving silently, Loki picks up the scattered layers of the dress to straighten them out and hang them on the other side of the screen. In the cold light, it is difficult to ascertain the colour of the fabric but he remembers it clearly from when he saw her across the room during the feast where he had been expected to assist – a task perfectly suited to get him closer to the servant and listen to their gossip, of course. He has to shake himself from the tainted memories before continuing the silent duties.

Once, not too long ago, these were details he didn’t bother with. The work of lowly servants, there was no need for a prince to worry about picking up after himself unless he chose to, and while Loki was (and is) meticulous he had certainly never expected to be the one doing this for others. Beneath me! Grumbling within, he still lingers to let the delicate ribbon from [Y/N]’s hair slither between his fingers.

It’s a welcome diversion to imagine how it would be to untie the bow and set her locks free. Or to be the one slipping the straps of the dress off her shoulders and watch it hang on for dear life by her bosom. To gently tug at it, bearing the nipples for me to admire. He can see it in his mind. What Loki doesn’t notice are the eyes watching him.

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[redhoodieone]

But I’m Your Girlfriend!

A/N: And here is the sequel to, “But I’m Your Boyfriend!” Uh, I don’t really know what to say other than this smut is different because well…sex becomes kind of different when you’ve been together with someone for a long time.

Warnings: Smut, language, and the fluffy love.

I have it all figured out. At midnight, it’s going to be mine and Jason’s two-year anniversary. I figured I should do something spontaneous, exciting, and just completely outrageous because let’s face it...dating Jason Todd has been an unpredictable roller coaster ride.

I’ve always been at Jason’s side during the horrific and continuous nightmares of Joker, his emotional battles with Bruce, and always present at his self-esteem issues when he compares himself to Dick or anyone else he feels he has to compete with.

Through it all, our relationship has been full of love, surprises, and a friendship that has made Jason and I compatible since day one. Which brings me to say I’m standing in front of our long bedroom mirror in my red lacy bra and black lacy panties, with Jason’s brown leather jacket covering the rest of my bare body. What better way to shock my boyfriend by wearing just my bra and panties (and his jacket he’s incredibly possessive of) and by just showing off my thick thighs and curves; he has always said my body is a temple he worships and praises every chance he sees me. I decide to let my hair down and not wear a lot of makeup. The finishing touches is rubbing lotion all over my body and with spraying my favorite perfume. The last thing I decide to do is text Jason, who is currently out on patrol with the Batfamily as Red Hood, and tell him to meet me on the rooftop of our apartment building. I carefully climb up the fire escape to the top and spread out a red blanket on the ground to sit on. I open my legs and plant my bare feet at the edges of the blanket. I can only imagine how I look; I must look like a hooker. Within seconds, a loud landing sound takes me by surprise. Red Hood, in all his glory rises up from his landing kneeling position and looks at me. My eyes trail from his red helmet, his muscular body clad in his traditional leather jacket, his armor, and dark pants with his already bulging hard on. “Holy fuck...doll. What is all this?” The voice scrambler doesn’t hide his astonishment at all. He removes his helmet, and when Jason sees me with his own eyes, he lets out a breathy moan. “Is it my birthday, Y/N? Because I can honestly say your gift for me is fucking better and it beats Tim’s gift.”

Of course, Jason still wasn’t all impressed with Tim’s gift on his birthday: a newer Red Hood helmet that can play his playlist while fighting. Music and fighting? Jason admits he just hums a tune, if anything since he can’t really be distracted while battling. Not after singing the whole song, “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard and nearly got him and Dick killed while fighting Killer Croc. Ever since then, music and crime fighting are banned by Batman. And I think Tim’s gift was just a joke since he and Jason are always at each other’s throats. I giggle. “No, it’s not your birthday, Jay. It’s our...two-year anniversary, handsome,” I say seductively. “Did you forget?” Jason loses his self-control. Hastily removing his gloves, he quickly rushes to me and kneels in front of me. I can feel the heat rush down to my pussy and thighs. “No, I would never forget,” Jason whispers. His hands rub up my legs until they squeeze my thighs. “Is that my jacket, doll?” “Y-yes, but I promise I’ll clean it and hang it back up,” I swear. I forget how Jason gets when his precious jackets get destroyed and dirty. “N-no Y/N, it’s fine babe. I want you to keep it, actually. It makes you look so fucking sexy that I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you.” “Well that’s the point, Jaybird. I want you to fuck me right here, right now, on this rooftop. I want to scream your name so loud; everyone will know what you do to me,” I say strongly. “On this rooftop right now? Don’t you want to be inside where we can be more comfortable?” Jason asks curiously. He looks a little anxious. “No! I want you right now,” I whine. Jason sighs, and before he can stand up, I use what little strength I have to pull his jacket, so he’d be on top of me. He holds himself up with one arm by my head, while the other holds my waist. “Come on Jay. I want you right now,” I say softly. “How bad do you want me, doll?” “So bad, Jay...so fucking bad...” “But I don’t know if I want to do it out here,” Jason teases. He bites my neck, and licks over the bruising wound. “But I’m your girlfriend!” I moan out. “That’s it! That’s what I wanted to hear!” Jason chuckles. Jason pins my hands above my head, as his hot mouth licks, sucks, and bites every inch of my skin. He pushes his thick thigh against my wet and aching pussy and continues to push and push until I’m a moaning mess beneath him. I need more friction. I need more roughness. I need more Jason. “Fuck Jay...” I choke out. “Yeah? You like that?” Jason asks, grinning while looking down at me. His knee continues to rub against my pussy. The pressure and roughness is making me want to cum. “I need more,” I breathe heavily. My hands run up against his armored body. Jason quickly lowers his face to mine to kiss me. Our lips move against one another, our tongues massage and search around every corner in our mouths. Jason groans loudly when I bite his bottom lip; his breathing becomes harder and just seeing him weaken from my touches makes me proud to be a woman. “Fuck babe,” Jason groans. “How much do you want me, doll?” “I want you more than anything. Please fuck me, Jay,” I plead. My eyes beg him to take me now. Jason glances back at me. His bluish grey eyes show me how hurt and pained he is to hear me say ‘fuck me’ since he doesn’t like it when I call our intimate moments “fucking” and has preferred to call our sex lovemaking since our relationship has been through hell and heaven.

The countless, ridiculous arguments. The lack of communication. The days we almost lost because we were stupid enough to not admit we were wrong and to apologize.

Especially the jealousy.

Who knew Jason had a jealous streak? Yup, he was so sure Dick was trying to steal me from him at times, and I was just as guilty to believe the strong and beautiful Artemis of Bana-Mighdall wanted him all for herself.

There were definitely times I cried myself to sleep. I always wondered if Jason did, as well. Even after two-years together, I sometimes wonder what he did during those hard times without me.

“Y/N…” Jason breathes out nervously.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget in the moment that you really don’t like to hear that,” I apologize.

Jason shakes his head and kisses me again. The way he grinds against me shows he can’t hold this off for too long. “It’s fine, babe. I guess I can let you off the hook this time since…I’m gonna give you your present right after and that’ll teach you a lesson,” he whispers in my ear.

I lean up and kiss his Adam’s apple, and I bite his collarbone. Jason wastes no time ripping my panties off and rubs my clit slowly. My whimpers are making him breathe harder through his nose, and he then slips a finger inside me.

“Oh fuck…fuck…” I moan out. I grip his arms and my nails dig through his jacket.

“Oh my…what a dirty mouth you have, sweetheart,” Jason teases.

“Only with you, dear,” I retort, as another finger enters me, and his thumb rubs my clit quickly.

The sensations are too wild for me. I wrap my legs around him, and I begin to grind against his hand. He curls his fingers to massage the squishy sensitive tissue that only he has been able to find and make me cum without any issues. Jason’s eyes darken, and he watches me fall onto the verge of cumming. His wrist jerks harder and quicker, and I can slowly feel myself coming undone.

“Fuck doll…I want to feel you cum all over my fingers. I want to lick up your cum until you can’t cum anymore,” Jason pants.

The squelching wet sounds from my pussy is becoming louder. I whimper again and again until my pussy can’t take no more. I grab the back of Jason’s head, and I kiss him. I cum all over his fingers, and he continues to finger fuck me until I pull away from the overstimulation.

“Have I ever told you I love it when you cum?” Jason asks with a smile.

“It feeds your ego, I know Jay.”

“Of course, but come on Y/N. I’m man enough to take pride in making my girl cum and enjoy herself,” he says, as he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. Jason sucks each and every finger of his, and licks off every spot and drip of my cum. He moans and smiles at me. “I obviously love your pussy a lot in case you haven’t noticed.”

“No, I never really noticed,” I joke.

Jason smirks, and gently pushes me back down onto the blanket. He knows I’m still recovering from my first orgasm, but his playtime is far from over. He slowly moves down until his face is close to my pussy. When he hears me exhale, he knows he must be gentle with me or there will be no rough sex.

Instead, Jason licks up my cum that he wanted to earlier. My fingers run through his dark messy hair, and I slightly tug for a little more touch. He ends up sucking my clit, and while his tongue rubs all over my bundle of nerves, his strong hands hold my ass up to his face to devour more of my pussy.

With just my upper body on the ground, I begin to pant and moan out of control. Jason grins into my pussy, and he moves his face aside to bite my inner thigh.

“Oh Jay…oh fuck…” I moan louder.

My ass receives a spanking, and before I know it, I’m on the edge of another orgasm.

It’s as if he knows my body better than I do. Jason takes one last long and powerful lick to my clit and lies me back down carefully. He sits up briefly to unzip his pants. Just seeing him hold his hard and thick cock in his hand, makes me wetter and I lick my lips in anticipation.

“So, I think you’re about ready for me,” Jason says.

“Give me your best shot, Todd,” I challenge.

“Oh, believe me, doll. I’m going to fucking weaken your body, and when I’m done with you, you’re going to see why you and I are meant to be.”

Before I can make a cheeky remark, Jason breathes in as he buries his cock inside me. His thickness stretches me to the fullest, and I become putty underneath him. My legs wrap around him once more, and Jason begins his deep thrusts. His eyes never leave mine, and with one arm supporting him up, the other lifts my head up so we can kiss.

Our breathing becomes rough. Jason lowers his head to kiss and bite my neck and chest, until his face stops at my bouncing breasts confined in my bra. He ends up pushing my bra up instead of removing it, and sucks and bites on my nipples.

“Jay…oh my God…this feels so good,” I breathe out.

Jason’s thrusts quicken. He lifts me to wear he’s holding me up and he slams my pussy down onto his cock as he continues to fuck me underneath at the same time. Between his hands and thick thighs, I realize I’m surrounded by ever Godly ounce of him.

He’s strong enough as one. The way my body is pressed against his costumed body, I can feel almost every muscle flexing as he begins to fuck me harder than before. One of his hands is holding me up, while the other moves me to meet his relentless thrusts.  

“Y/N…” Jason groans in my neck.

The way his pelvic bone keeps rubbing against my clit, I know I won’t be able to last long.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so fucking good baby girl,” Jason chokes out between pants. His fingers grip tightly onto his leather jacket I’m wearing. I hold his face and kiss along his strong jawline that is clenched tightly because he’s trying to hold on.

Jason’s cock keeps hitting my g-spot, and with the way his mouth is parted, and his eyes are hooded, I know I won’t last long.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jason whispers against my mouth.

“I love you, too, Jason,” I moan to his lips.

I can feel my pussy gushing all over his cock, and I tighten around him with everything I have. Jason continues to fuck me through my last orgasm, until he moans my name and a shit ton of swear words, pulls out, and cums all over my stomach and thighs.

We come down from our highs, as Jason lies me back down onto the blanket. I use the blanket to wipe his cum off me, and he take a seat beside me to catch his breath.

“Fuck doll, that was…amazing,” Jason grins lazily. He pushes his cock into his boxers and zips up his pants. When he realizes he’s torn my panties, he chuckles and takes off his jacket so I can use it to cover my lower body. “Sorry about your panties.”

“It’s fine,” I giggle. Pushing my bra back into place, I use Jason’s jacket to cover my pussy and ass. “So, was that a great present or what?”

“It really was, but maybe next time it’ll be a little different,” Jason says, before he digs into his back pocket and hands me a small black box. My heart beats fast. “Since we’re already on two years, I don’t want you to think we’re just fucking mindlessly all the time with no emotional input.”

“Jay…” I begin anxiously. It can’t be what I think this is…

“Y/N, I just want you to know that…I just don’t see myself fucking you anymore. I mean, yeah it’s hot to hear you say ‘fuck me’ but what we’re doing…is so much more than that. What I see between us is more…well…love,” Jason confesses hastily. He runs his hand through his hair and focuses staring at the ground. “I mean, I’ve said this before and since being together for two years is a big fucking deal, I just want to…make sure we’re on the same page and that you know how much I love you and that…this is it for me. I want you to know that you’re the only one for me, and I honestly want to spend the rest of my life with you…if you have me that is.”

“I won’t say ‘fucking’ anymore,” I say seriously.

“Only when it’s passionate between us, babe. Because honestly, I don’t think I can stop either. I just want us to know that since we’ve been together for two years, our sex life is never going to be meaningless and selfish again. Because face it, doll, I live to make you cum and to make you feel fucking good,” Jason confesses bashfully.

“I feel the exact same way,” I say softly to him.

“Now open your gift, Y/N.”

I swallow hard. Jason then motions me to open the small box. With shaky hands, I open the small box.

It’s a golden ‘J’ chained necklace.

No diamond engagement ring?

I release the breath I’ve been holding in ever since he handed me the small black box. I smile kindly, and Jason takes the necklace and puts it on me gently. I touch the golden initial, and he kisses me softly.

“I love it,” I admit.

“I really surprised you, didn’t I?” Jason asks teasingly.

“Well small jewelry boxes can make a girl wonder,” I defend myself. “But I’m sorry that I didn’t get you a gift, Jay. I thought we agreed gifts were tacky and not necessary.”

“Doll, don’t ever worry about getting me gifts because just having you in my life is more than enough for me. Cheesy I know, but it’s very true. But back to your gift Y/N, if you thought about engagement rings, then maybe that means we can start talking about our future…whenever we’re ready of course,” Jason grins weakly.

I shake my head and kiss him once more. “Yes, I think we can start talking about it. But I gotta ask, Jay. Your initial? Really?” I ask, holding up the golden letter.

“Of course, doll. That way everyone knows you’re mine and I’m yours,” Jason says fondly.

Jason then picks me up and sets me in his lap. He reaches for his cell phone, and frowns. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“T-the fam was here,” Jason stutters out nervously.

“What? Y-you mean during our-” I choke out.

“Yup. They even left a chocolate cake Alfred made for our two-year anniversary. The fam wanted to celebrate with us.”

The two of us get up and stroll over to where the fire escape is. There the cake was; frosted chocolatey goodness with a note beside it.

Jason opens the note for us to read.

 Dear Jason and Y/N,

 Happy two-year anniversary! All of us are proud and happy for you for you two. You two have been through a lot, and with every exciting, painful, and loving experience, you two have survived and stuck together through it all. We admire you both, and we look forward to celebrating with you two tomorrow. And next time, give us a warning Jason. Damian saw and heard too much.

 Love,

Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim, and Damian.

 P.S.

You are disgusting for touching Y/N, Todd. And next time, be sure you tear his underwear apart, Y/LN.

-Damian

 Jason and I laugh and take the chocolate cake inside. Because after our steamy addicting sex, chocolate makes everything better.

As we finish devouring our big slices of the cake, we climb in our bed for the night. I lie my head on Jason’s chest. “I love you, and thank you for the gift, Jay,” I whisper.

“I love you too, and I thought about what you could do for me tomorrow since you didn’t get me a gift and all,” Jason says smugly. “My feelings are fucking hurt, baby girl.”

“What? But you said-”

“Doll, I was just gonna ask you out to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Just dinner?”

“Well, yes. Maybe then we can, you know? Maybe even get a back massage from you after a hot shower with you.”

“Oh Jaybird.”

Two years.

Two years with my Jaybird.

And it’s worth everything.

#dc comics #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x y/n smut #batfamily

[ayellowcurtain]

can you do a duck where lucas inherits his mother’s bipolar/mental illness and like eliott yann etc start seeing symptoms maybe lucas is having like HIGH highs and everything is amazing and eliot is like 👀 but everyone brushes it off and then a low point comes along and mahon/yann starts suspecting as well ands then it’s like a day of happy and then a jump off boat level episode except sad and dangerous?

can u please write something about how lucas loves being held,kissed and picked up by his mec...bc it’d reduce the global warming, thank you so much

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Eliott thought that he was an expert at knowing if someone has bipolar disorder. His experiences would make him recognize someone or at least symptoms from a mile away, but he was wrong. Or he was too busy with himself to see what was right in front of him.

If someone asked for an honest answer, Eliott would say he actually enjoys his highs way too much so, whenever Lucas was being a little too high he never thought it was a symptom, that was just sort of how Lucas is constantly. Full of energy and wild ideas. And they’re crazy about each other so having sex for hours and hours and hours would never be a problem between them.

He started noticing it when their relationship started to feel like the worst roller coaster he could ever ride and Lucas was right by his side, having his highs and lows.

It became too much and Eliott needed some days away to recover and be alone. He made up a last-minute trip to see his parents and left Lucas behind. It had only been a few hours and he received the first text from Yann.

to Eliott: What’s going on? Where are you?

to Yann: On the train, going to visit my parents for the weekend. Why?

To Eliott: I don’t know...Lucas said you two broke up.

Eliott feels his heart contracting way too much inside his chest. They didn’t break up, obviously, but he can see how Lucas thought that after their conversation. Eliott said he wasn’t feeling ok, Lucas had been crying about anything for the last week and he started again when Eliott told him he was going away for the weekend, without Lucas. They usually go everywhere together so to not invite Lucas was a conscious decision he made and he saw that Lucas was hurt because of it.

His phone locked while he got lost thinking about a crying Lucas that he left behind.

to Yann: We didn’t break up, I just needed to come to my parents alone. If you can, please check on Lucas for me this weekend? I’ll be back on Monday.

To Eliott: ...Ok…

Now he’s worried. Maybe it was a mistake to just leave like that, without an explanation or without properly talking to Lucas about what he’s been worrying about. Eliott hates when people try to give him advice about his mental health when he didn’t ask for it so he couldn’t say to Lucas: you should go see a doctor.

He’s not in his perfect state of mind either, so he just thought it was for the best to step back for a few days. Maybe he was being selfish and his lack of tact to deal with Lucas’ emotions would only make it worse for the other one, but his mind was still deciding to stay selfish when he put his phone on airplane mode until he was back in Paris to deal with Lucas. He would have a few days to think on how to say it to Lucas that he should also look for a treatment.

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The time doesn’t pass fast enough, the train seems to be taking double the time to do the same trip back to Paris.

How could you be so fucking dumb? Lucas probably hates you now. And Yann too and all the others. You’ll be lucky if they let you see him.

Eliott knows it won’t work, but he tries calling Lucas, again and again, he hears the voice mail and hangs up without leaving a message. The train finally stops and he’s the first one to get out, holding the shoulder strap of his backpack tighter, running out of the station.

While he’s inside the taxi he checks his phone again, all the unread messages from the weekend that he only replied two hours ago weren’t read yet, but from what he can understand from Manon’s and Yann’s messages, Lucas is probably in the flat, probably surrounded by all his friends.

Lucas hasn’t read his messages yet, but Eliott sends another one anyway.

to Lucas: I love you and I’m sorry. I’m on my way to the flat now.

He’s ready to wait for as long as they let them outside, ringing the bell. They probably expect him to give up at some point if they ignored him, but he needs to see Lucas right now. 

He puts his backpack on the floor, looking up, the balcony door is open, the white curtain floating outside with the wind. Eliott finally rings the bell, biting his nails, thinking on what he’ll say the one second he’ll have before whoever picks up the intercom realizes that it’s him outside.

Whoever it is, Eliott doesn’t even let them say hi.

“Hey, hm, it’s Eliott-” He hears the door unlocking and he looks at it. They let them in. He grabs his bag and rushes upstairs before they can change their minds.

The door is already open and Manon is there, holding it for him.

“He was asking for you, so…” She says like she’s reading his mind about why they would let him see Lucas after everything that happened this weekend.

“Thank you…” He passes by her, looking for his boyfriend already. The common areas are empty and weirdly quiet, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters when he finally sees Lucas in the hall, using some comfortable clothes, but he doesn’t look too happy. He’s so different from the Lucas that Eliott left three days ago.

There’s no light in his eyes, he looks at Eliott like he doesn’t feel a thing for him, but he’s there and he was asking for Eliott so he can’t hate him...

Eliott can’t let Lucas hate him or just don’t care about him. He made a mistake and he’ll fix everything for his boyfriend. Lucas stays still as Eliott walks to him, bending down just enough to hug him by the waist, nuzzling against his neck and Lucas finally responds, wrapping his arms around Eliott’s neck, turning his face and burying his nose on his temple.

“Putain, I love you so much, Lucas.” He whispers against the warm skin of his neck and Lucas slowly climbs on him and Eliott holds him tighter, walking to his bedroom. 

Yann and Mika are still there and Eliott looks at them just for a second, noticing the death stare from Yann, but they’ll talk later, not now. Mika gently pushes Yann out of the bedroom and Eliott waits for them to be out to lock the door, taking Lucas to his bed, cuddling with him, running his fingers through his hair, saying that he’ll be ok.

Maybe he’s being pretentious, but he knows how much Lucas likes his touch and to be as close to him as he can, so today he just hopes it’ll make Lucas feel just a little bit better, to have him around, holding him tightly. 

#skam france #elu fic #eliott demaury #Lucas Lallemant #elu

[nerdypinupcrystal]

Every Breath You Take - Chapter 12: Send Me An Angel

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I’m back y’all!!! Sorry for the wait, I really would’ve gotten this up sooner, but with finishing classes before spring break and this coronavirus hysteria going on, it’s just been insane! But here I am with chapter 12, quite a bit happens in this one, be prepared for a roller coaster of emotions. There may be tears. Enough of my rambling, onward to the chapter!

Chapter 12: Send Me An Angel

The air was tense with silence as we entered my apartment. Matt lingered in the doorway, hesitant to step inside. 

“Well, come in.” I demanded. 

He let out a sigh and entered further inside, closing the door behind him. I locked the door to ensure our privacy and pulled a couple water bottles out of the fridge. 

I turned to him and saw he still had the black mask on. “Please take off your mask. There’s no point in having it on in front of me anymore.”

Matt reached up with shaky hands to remove the mask, revealing his familiar sweet face that was filled with remorse. 

“Iris-”

“Say it.” I cut him off. 

“What?” He asked, stepping closer yet still keeping a respective distance. 

“Who you are.” I clarified. “I need to hear you say it, so I know this is real. That it’s not just in my mind. Say it.”

He let out an exhale as he handed me his mask.  “I’m Daredevil.”

The tension in the air was so thick and heavy, I had to take a seat on the couch. I held his mask tightly as I looked up at him, he stood still in the same spot. 

“How is that possible?” I asked, scooting back on the couch to make room for him. “You’re blind. How are you able to do all those things when you can’t even see?”

He tentatively walked to the couch, hesitant to sit down. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the seat next to me. 

“New couch?” Matt asked as he took off his gloves and felt the soft, unfamiliar material of the seat cushion. 

“Huh? Oh yeah, I redecorated.” I replied, thrown off by the question. 

“I like it.” He gave a soft, sweet smile. 

“Thank you, quit changing the subject.” I replied, getting a little annoyed. “I told you everything about me, Matt. And you know how hard and painful that was for me to do, so please extend me the same courtesy. I deserve that much after what you put me through for the past two weeks.”

Letting out a sigh, Matt turned to me and reached for my hand. “You’re right. And I’m so sorry for putting you through that. I know it wasn’t easy for you to tell me the truth about you, and it wasn’t fair to you that I wouldn’t do the same.” 

He cleared his throat before he began. “You remember how I told you I lost my sight?” I nodded and told him yes before he continued. “That chemical did more than take away my sight. It enhanced all of my other senses. My hearing, my sense of touch, taste, it all increased to an extremely high degree. They were so sensitive to the point of it being painful to even hear the sound of footsteps. It was unbearable until I finally got control of it.”

“Are your senses still sensitive?” I asked. 

“Extremely.” He replied. “It’s just less painful now. They help me when I’m out at night. I can hear the cries of someone in distress clear across the other side of the city. I can hear people’s heartbeats and how they change when they lie, or get scared, or...excited. That’s how I knew from the moment we met that you were lying about your name, and that you were scared.”

Oh fuck, that means he definitely heard the things I was saying about him to Lucy when I was drunk. But that’s not important right now, I’ll just cross that bridge when I get there. 

“And the fighting?” I asked. 

“You remember when I told you I lived in an orphanage after my dad died?” He continued when I nodded. “Well not too long after dad died, I met this man. His name was Stick. He was blind. He taught me everything I know. How to control my abilities and use them to my advantage, how to fight. He helped me.”

“What happened to him?” I asked, noticing the emptiness in his voice. 

“He left. He abandoned me.” His voice cracked. “I started getting attached, I saw him as a father figure. He said I was being weak. Emotions and attachments were signs of weakness to him. So I was alone again.”

I reached for his hand, which made him eagerly grasp onto mine. “I’m so sorry, Matt.”

He held up my hand to place a gentle kiss. “I continued training myself as I got older.” He continued. “When I became a lawyer, I saw just how flawed and corrupt the justice system can be. I couldn’t just let crimes go unpunished and not get any justice for the victims. I work for the law, but I decided to take it into my own hands.”

“And Daredevil was born?” I interjected with a slight smirk. 

“I didn’t pick that name, but yeah.” He replied with a chuckle. “So that’s it. Now you know.”

I reached for my water bottle as I processed everything.  “Well...it certainly explains a lot. So I’m guessing part of the reason you disappeared from me for two weeks was because of the cuts and bruises you got from that night?”

He winced. “Part of it, yeah…..”

“What?” I asked, starting to get annoyed again. “What else is there?”

Matt looked guilty as he hesitantly replied. “I had a concussion after all, and I passed out in my apartment-” He was cut off by the sudden splash of water in his face from my now half empty water bottle.  “I deserved that.” 

“You’re damn right you did.” I growled. “I knew I should’ve checked your stupid, stubborn head!” I smacked his shoulder repeatedly. “Anything else? I know it takes around a week to recover from a concussion, but what about week two?”

Matt went silent. His jaw tightened and his sweet, stupid face was stuck in a deep frown. It felt like a minute before he replied. “I was...I was scared. I ran out on our date like an asshole without even thinking about how it would look, or how it would make you feel until it was too late. My mind was clouded with what we were doing, and then I heard someone being attacked, and I just left without a second thought. I didn’t plan on you seeing me like that. I was gonna make my way to Claire’s-”

“Claire knows?!” 

“Shit.” He muttered. “Yeah...I kinda fell into her care the same way I fell into yours. I had put her in harm’s way just for helping me, I almost got her killed. You just got out of a horrible situation, I would never forgive myself if I put you in another one. So I tried to stay away and just make sure you were safe from a distance. I kept telling myself it was for the best, that you would be safer not being with me. But I realized that I was hurting you already. I didn’t know how to face you after everything. But Iris, I lo-I care about you too much, and I want so much to be with you. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry for doing this to you. I never meant to hurt you. I hate myself for keeping all this from you, but this is who I am. And it’s okay if you hate me. I would understand completely.”

I sat in silence, digesting everything Matt just told me. I looked at his beautiful face, he looked so drained and forlorn. Like he expected me to never want to see him again, to hate him. 

“I don’t hate you.” I finally spoke. 

Matt sharply turned to face me, his brown eyes widened. “You don’t? Why not? I deserve it.”

I grabbed his hand. “Matt, I faked my own death and changed my identity to get out of my abusive marriage. I’m the last person who should judge you for keeping a secret like this. I meant everything I said that night. You are a good man, and I support what you’re doing; as long as you don’t get yourself killed and take care of yourself.”

Matt’s body relaxed as he let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Thank you, Ir-”

He was cut off once again with a sudden splash of water in his face. 

“But I’m still pissed at you for the disappearing act you pulled on me for two weeks!” I growled through gritted teeth as I hit him with the now empty water bottle  Matt just sat there and took it. “I was so depressed, and you made me insecure thinking that I drove you away! I was fucking miserable, you asshole!”

He quickly pulled me into his arms. “I know, I’m so sorry!” His voice cracked. “Iris, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re right, I am an asshole. I was so fucking stupid, and I will to whatever it takes for however long it takes to make it up to you, I swear to God.”

I hugged him back tightly as tears ran down my cheeks. He rubbed my back and kissed my head while saying “I’m sorry” repeatedly. I lost track of how long we sat there in each other’s arms, but we sat like that until my breathing slowed down and my tears finally ceased. 

I pulled away slightly to look at him. “Who else knows? You said Claire knows, right?” He nodded. “So who else?”

He cleared his throat before replying. “Foggy….”

I noticed the hesitation as he trailed off. “And?”

He looked at me guiltily. “And Lucy.”

“What?!” She knew this the whole time?! And she let me say all of that embarrassing shit that night knowing he was listening! “I’m gonna kill her.”

“It’s not her fault,” Matt replied, trying to ease my anger. “I didn’t even want her to know, but Foggy decided to tell her. I made her promise not to say anything.”

I took deep breaths to calm myself. “Okay, I guess that makes sense. But I’m still mad at her. She is so gonna hear it from me at work on Monday.”

“I’m sorry Iris. I really didn’t mean to cause you more pain.” Matt spoke softly as he held my hand. 

I looked at his sweet face once more. “I understand why you didn’t wanna tell me, Matt. Your tactic was terrible though. It’s just gonna take a while for me to forgive you for that.”

Matt’s eyes widened as if he was hit with an idea. “If you give me this one chance to do so, I think I know how to make it up to you.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. What do you have in mind?”

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The Next Day

“I don’t know about this, Matt. What if someone sees me?” I shifted nervously on my feet as I kept checking my surroundings. 

Matt gently held me by my shoulders to face him. “Iris, I promise you, it’s gonna be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you. You just stay hidden behind the bushes, and I’ll help you get inside when I know the coast is clear, okay?”

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay. I trust you. I don’t know why I’m so scared, I feel silly.”

Matt kisses my forehead. “Don’t feel silly, it’s okay to be safe. That’s what I’m here for. I’m gonna go inside, wait for me to signal you.” 

He squeezed my hands before leaving me behind  to enter the familiar building. 

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“Welcome to Amsterdam Nursing Home. How may I help you, sir?” The middle aged woman at the front desk greeted Matt as he entered. 

Matt smiled, “Good afternoon. I’m here to visit Violet Williams, I called earlier.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Murdock. Glad to see you’ve made it, I’m Jane.” The kind woman smiled as she walked over to him. “I’ll take you right over to Violet’s room, she just finished her lunch. Would you like to hold my arm for assistance?”

“That won’t be necessary, thank you though.” Matt replied with his charming smile. 

“I must say, it’s so nice for Violet to finally have a visitor. Poor dear has been here a little over six months now and hasn’t had a single person come to see her since. I just wish your visit was under better circumstances.” She finished with a saddened frown. 

“I know, I truly wish her daughter was here instead. I know she loved her mom very much.” Matt replied, sticking to the lie he told. 

“Did you know her well?” Jane asked. 

“I did. We had been friends for a couple years before the...accident. I never had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Williams, but Ir- uh Lily talked about her so much, I feel like I know her already.” Matt wanted to kick himself for almost slipping up. 

Thankfully Jane didn’t seem to notice. “Yes, I remember meeting Lily when she checked Violet in. Such a sweet girl. But very sad. I remember how sad she was when she left. I just can’t believe she’s gone.”

The crack in the kind woman’s voice made Matt feel a twinge of guilt for the deception. 

“Did you tell Mrs. Williams?”

Jane nodded softly. “I did. She’s been taking it really hard, the poor dear.  She’s just devastated. I hope your visit along with Lily’s possessions will give her some comfort.”

“I have a feeling it will help a little.”  Matt replied with a knowing smile. 

They stopped in front of Violet’s door. Jane gently knocked, causing a sweet and somber voice to call out. “Jane?”

Jane opened the door and ushered Matt into the room. “Hi, Violet.” Jane greeted. “You have a visitor. This is Mr. Murdock; he was a friend of Lily’s and he wanted to meet you.”

“Oh yes, I remember you told me. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Murdock.” Violet replied, holding her hand out in their direction. 

“She has her hand in front of you, Mr. Murdock.” Jane whispered helpfully. 

“I’m pleased to meet you too, Mrs. Williams. And please, call me Matt.” Matt smiled as he gently shook Violet’s hand. 

“Only if you call me Violet.” She softly smiled in return. She then cocked her head in curiosity. “I don’t mean to pry, but Jane told you where my hand was. Are you blind as well, Matt?”

“It’s okay, Violet. And yes, I am.” Matt replied with a light chuckle. 

Violet faintly giggled in reply, “What a pair we make, huh?”

Jane cut in, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I have to go make my rounds. Will you be alright, Violet?”

“Oh yes, Jane, thank you. Take all the time you need. We’ll be just fine.”

“Okay, dear. Mr. Murdock, there’s a chair and a table three steps to your right, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a little bit to check in.” Jane replied before exiting the room. 

The moment Matt had been anticipating had finally come. 

He listened for Jane and any other person’s heartbeats near the door as well as the window to ensure that the coast was clear. 

“Is everything alright, Matt? Jane told me you brought some of Lily’s things to give to me.” Poor Violet’s voice cracked at mentioning her daughter’s name. 

Matt set down his cane and briefcase to kneel down in front of Violet in her wheelchair. “Violet, I’m going to be honest with you. I’m here because of Lily...but I’m not here to give you her possessions.”

“I don’t understand.” Violet warily replied. 

“Trust me.” He simply said, patting her hand before stepping towards the window. 

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I knelt behind the lush bushes hearing the rapid, anxious beating of my heart. I could hear the muffled voices of my mom, Matt, and another person in the room. 

There was silence. 

Then the window opened. 

My heart paused when Matt stuck his head out the window, smiling that beautiful smile down at me. 

He held out his hand to me and whispered. “Come on, it’s okay.”

I eagerly grabbed his hand, and he helped pull me through the window to my mom’s room. 

I had to hold onto Matt’s arm tightly to keep my knees from giving out at the first sight of my mom in six months. Still so beautiful, her face radiating sweetness, her bright blue eyes my own resembled; her shiny strawberry blonde hair that was once down to her shoulders was now in a cute, short pixie cut. She still looked so young; too young for a nursing home. 

“Matt? What’s going on?” Mom asked, her nervous voice snapping me out of my thoughts. 

I let out a shaky breath, Matt rubbed my back in encouragement. I pulled away from him to slowly walk towards my mom. My mouth opened and the first words I could think of were to the song she used to always sing me to sleep. 

“Stars shining bright above you” Mom let out a gasp, her eyes widened with tears. 

“Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’” She shakily reached out her hand to me, which I quickly grabbed. 

“Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me”

“Lily!” Mom cried out, smiling through her tears. 

“Mommy!” I cried back as I dove into her arms, being mindful of her left side. 

Mom held me as tight as she could, saying “My baby, my baby” over and over. She rubbed her hand up and down my back, her hand reached up to my head to run her fingers through my hair. She paused her motions when she noticed my much shorter length. 

“Did you cut your hair, sweetie?” She asked. 

“Yeah...I dyed it too. I needed to change my look.” I took a deep breath for the hard truth. “I finally got away from him, Mommy.  It just got so terrible.” I held her hand that was now on my cheek. “But we’re gonna be fine. God, you look so beautiful! I love your new haircut.”

I ran my fingers through her short locks. She held my cheek, her thumb ran across my bottom lip, feeling the cut on my lip that’s now healed into a scar. 

Her eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Is he after you?”

I let out a sigh. “I don’t think so. But I’m not sure. That’s why we told them here that I was dead, so he couldn’t find me.”

“God, what did he do to you?” Mom started to cry. “What did he do to my baby?”

I wiped her tears, ignoring my own as I tried to console her. “It doesn't matter. It doesn’t matter now, Mommy. I’m okay now. I’m far away from him and that awful place. I have my own apartment now. I have it decorated the way I want. I get to listen to the music I want. I got a job, I’m making my own money. I work in a bakery, so I can bake you all the sweets you want. I’m playing the piano again. I play with other musicians. I have friends now, Mommy. They’re wonderful, you’ll love them.”

Mom smiled, tears still in her eyes. “So you’re not alone anymore?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not alone anymore. I get to start over. I’m happy. For the first time in a long time.” 

“And how about your friend, Mr. Murdock here?” She asked with a light smirk. 

I blushed as I turned to look at Matt, who was standing against the wall smiling at us. “Matt’s really special to me. He was the first friend I made here. We live next door to each other, so it’s like he’s always by my side. He makes me feel safe.”

“Could you come here please, Matt?” Mom asked him. 

“Of course, Violet.” He walked over and knelt by her side next to me. 

“This sweet, beautiful girl is the light of my life. So I must ask, what are your intentions with my daughter?” I let out a surprised laugh at her question. 

Matt smiled sweetly and replied. “I intend to treat her like a Queen, like how she deserves to be treated. I will respect and cherish her. And I will protect her till my last breath.”

“Will you make her happy?”

“Yes, I hope so. I will do my absolute best to make her the happiest woman in the world.” He replied, reaching for my hand. 

Mom turned to me with a grin. “I really like him.”

I giggled. “I really like him too.”

Mom laid a tender kiss on  my forehead. “I am so proud of you, Lily. You are so strong. I know you probably don’t think so, but you are. You were trapped with that monster Paul, but you never gave up. You protected me when I should have protected you. You saved yourself. You are so brave and so strong, nobody can take that away from you. Not Paul, not anyone.  You’ve survived all this time, now you have the chance to live. Live and be happy, my sweet flower.” 

I struggled to control my tears as I replied. “I will, Mommy.”

“Matt?” Mom turned to face Matt again. 

“Yes, Violet?” He replied, his voice cracking. 

Mom raised her hand to his face, he took off his sunglasses already sensing what she would do. Her fingers lightly traced the features of his sweet face as she spoke. 

“Please be good to my baby girl. She’s been through so much pain and fear because of that monster, I blame myself for not realizing sooner how bad he was for her. She’s such a precious soul with so much love in her heart. Please don’t break it.”

“I won’t break it, Violet. You have my word. Nothing’s gonna harm her while I’m around. I swear on my father’s soul that she will never go through that nightmare again.” He replied with such conviction. 

Mom kissed him on the cheek with a soft reply of “Thank you. Thank you for bringing my baby back to me.” 

She turned to me and said. “I really really like him for you. And he’s so handsome.”

I let out a laugh seeing Matt blush at the compliment.  

For the first time in years, my heart felt so full and happy. It was like a wonderful dream that I didn’t want to wake up from. 

After spending a couple hours catching up with Mom, and promising to visit again soon, Matt snuck me back out the window and we took the next cab home. 

I laid my head comfortably on his chest with his arm wrapped around me, feeling absolutely relaxed and content. 

“Thank you for today. It meant a lot to me.” 

“You’re welcome, I’m happy to do it. I know how much you wanted and needed to see her.” He replied softly, laying a kiss on my forehead. “I just want you to know, I didn’t really do it to make you forgive me. I just really wanted to make you happy.”

“I know.” I replied with a faint smile as I closed my eyes to the sound of his comforting heartbeat. “But I forgive you anyway.” His heart skipped a beat. “Just don’t do anything that stupid to me again.”

His arm tightened slightly around me. “Never again, I promise. I shouldn’t have done it to begin with. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like that-”

“Shhh.” I cut him off and whispered for only his ears. “Enough with the self loathing, Mr. Superhero.”

Matt gave a light chuckle. “I’m not a superhero.”

“You are to me.”

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Annnnnnnnd that’s it!! Iris and Matt now know the whole truth about each other and everything is okay. I got teary writing the reunion between Iris and Violet, not gonna lie. I hope you guys liked it and I’ll do my best to get chapter 13 out a lot sooner. School’s closed for at least 2 weeks now so I have plenty of free time to work on it. The next chapter is gonna be a little bit of a time jump to Iris’s birthday, and things will really be picking up after that. Thanks to all who are reading this story of mine! Please be sure to reblog and leave a comment, I love reading your thoughts on the chapter, you can ask to be added to the taglist, and follow me to stay updated on the upcoming chapters. Well that’s all for now, until next time...*kiss noise*

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[theperksofbeingbarbie]

The Empath (pt 1/6)

Summary: Just because you were one of the 36 that didn’t get sold to Reginald Hargreeves, that didn’t mean your path wasn’t destined to cross with the Umbrella Academy. Years later, you and your old friend’s paths cross again, but the paths are a little rockier now. 

Warnings: Drug use; mention of death; recovering from drugs

Word Count: 1,101

Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, mention of Luther Hargreeves

Set during The Day that Was and the past

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

A/N: This is my first full length imagine/fanfic so I’m not totally sure how to feel. Please let me know if you want more! I was thinking Klaus recruits reader to help with the apocolypse later. I was also thinking reader bonds more with Diego as a romantic interest? Or do you want no romantic interest? Let me know!

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Two years. It had been two years since you saw the man standing in an alley, shivering despite the warm weather. Seeing those curls, the green eyes rimmed with eyeliner, that iconic eyeroll as he talked to himself, brought so many good memories back. 

Well, the memories being considered good was subjective. Most wouldn’t think getting high out of your minds in an alley, laughing about everything and nothing was a good memory. But during such a dark time, Klaus made you feel less alone, less of a freak.

You could still remember the moment you met him like it was yesterday. He was lounging on your mutual dealer’s sofa in nothing but a floral kimono that clearly belonged to someone much shorter than him, ranting to no one in particular how awful it was to be stuck with his dead brother constantly bitching about his life choices. There was a way Klaus said it, though, that piqued your interest. 

“Is he here?” you asked softly, walking closer to the sofa where he lay. 

The strange man looked up with wide eyes as if he’d just seen a ghost, nodding as he took another drag of his cigarette. “Over there. His name’s Ben,” he replied, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth as to avoid getting it in your face.  

Your eyes followed his flippant hand gesture, nodding in understanding. “I thought I felt another presence. Makes sense.” You were distracted by your dealer coming out of his bedroom, thanking him as you exchanged money for the pills. “You’re a saint. I love you!” You kissed the dealer’s cheek before turning to leave. “Bye, Ben! Bye, Ben’s Brother!” 

You were already a few blocks down from the apartment building when you heard the man from the sofa shouting at you. “Everything alright?” you asked as you turned around, shoving your hands in your pockets, noticing that he had pulled on a pair of leather pants and a jacket to combat the cold. Definitely an upgrade from the skimpy kimono. 

“What did you mean when you said you could feel a presence?” he managed to ask, trying to catch his breath. 

You stilled, not completely realizing that you had mentioned that. “Never said weird shit when you’re high?” you countered with a flippant shrug. 

“Bullshit.” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “I have places to be-”

“I’m Klaus,” he interrupted, pushing up his coat’s sleeve to show the umbrella tattooed on his wrist. “Klaus Hargreeves. Number Four from the Umbrella Academy. I can see dead people.” 

You stared at the ink before looking back up at his face. You had heard about the Umbrella Academy. How could you not? Everyone was fucking obsessed with the superhero team made up of kids. There were comics, figurines, lunchboxes. You and your friends would argue about who was which member when you played out scenarios on the playground. Your mother was forced to tell you that you were gifted like the Umbrella Academy when you got so upset at your friend for saying you wouldn’t make a good Five that you set her hair on fire. 

“[Y/N L/N],” you finally replied, holding your hand out for Klaus to shake. “Wanna get something to eat? I’ve been craving waffles and bacon.” 

And that was how an insane friendship began. You told him everything about your powers, how you could feel other people’s emotions and use that energy, as well as your own emotional energy, to do things. Anger usually brought fire, fear often pushed things away from you, sadness and pain caused glass to break.

It would get overwhelming, feeling other’s emotions all the time, causing accidents to happen wherever you went. You were 15 at a birthday party when you first found out drugs dulled your power. After smoking a joint you could no longer feel 50 teenagers’ roller coaster of emotions and you could just fucking relax for the first time. It gave you a chance to feel normal. 

You spent a lot of time with Klaus over the next few years. Always catching back up to each other after being released from rehab. He was your best friend, the only person who could fully understand what you felt. 

That was until your mom passed away, anyway. You were suddenly forced to look at your life, the pain you inflicted on her because of your choices. She was never mad, but you knew she wanted better for you. Klaus was at the funeral with you and hugged you goodbye when he dropped you off at rehab, but when you were released you couldn’t find him again. Maybe it was for the best. It would be easier to fall back into old habits if you did find him. 

Two years you had been clean. You had a steady job, a little apartment, a beater of a car but it got you where you had to go. You were leaving a friend’s house when you felt someone in the alley. They were... Hurt. More emotionally than physically. Tired. Exhausted. Sick. You began walking down the alley to check on them when you figured out who it was. The obnoxious shirt, the skinny frame. “Hey stranger,” you greeted, placing your hand on his back to catch his attention.

Feeling like shit didn’t stop a smile from taking over Klaus’ features when he figured out who it was. “[Y/N]!” he shouted, pulling you into a hug.

You returned it with just as much force, burying your face in his chest. “I’ve missed you,” you mumbled into the fabric, causing your friend to just wrap his arms tighter around you. “What’re you doing out here, babe?” 

“Looking for fucking Luther,” Klaus answered with a tired huff. You noticed the new tattoo on his shoulder and how exhausted he looked, but decided it wasn’t the best idea to bring it up right now. 

“I can help,” you offered with an encouraging smile. 

“See? You won’t have to do it alone,” Ben said matter-of-factly, glaring at his brother as he motioned toward you. 

While you couldn’t see or hear Ben, you could feel his energy a bit, he was annoyed with Klaus. “Why do I feel like Ben wants me to punch you in the face?” 

“Because I do,” Ben answered. “Never wanted to punch him more.” Klaus just hissed at his brother, shaking his head.

“C’mon, I’ll help you find him.”

“I think I’m going to need your help with more than just Luther,” Klaus mumbled as he followed you down the alley. 

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Film Review: Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

Director: Martin McDonagh

Starring: Frances McDormand, Woody Harrelson, Sam Rockwell

Rated: R

Please note: My reviews contain spoilers

RAPED WHILE DYING

AND STILL NO ARRESTS?

HOW COME, CHIEF WILLOUGHBY?

Bold, daring, and discomfiting: the words I would use to describe the titular billboards are also fitting of the film itself.

Frances McDormand plays Mildred, the mother of Angela Hayes, a young woman who was raped and killed some months before the film takes place. She seems to have moved into the ‘anger’ stage of grief, having seen no progress in solving her daughter’s death, and erects the aforementioned billboards in bold red and black on the outskirts of town.  The billboards (and the vitriol that fueled them) are primarily aimed at Police Chief Willoughby (Harrelson) and his band of inept and racist deputies, the most notable of which is Dixon (Sam Rockwell)

Willoughby appeals to Mildred’s sympathies and tells her he’s dying of cancer in an attempt to entreat her to remove the billboards- no such luck. The billboards stay up, causing tension between Mildred and nearly everyone else, including her dentist and her ex-husband.

We later see Mildred having a conversation with Red Welby (Caleb Landry Jones), whose ad agency owns the billboards, to discuss the payment of rent. Just as it seems Mildred will have to give the billboards up, the agency secretary comes in with an envelope stuffed with cash- courtesy of an anonymous donor, and just enough to cover the next month’s rent.

That donor, we later find out, is Chief Willoughby himself. This fact is only revealed, however, after Willoughby commits suicide to avoid a slow death to cancer, and leaves a letter for Mildred. The letter reads, in part: “I got to admit Mildred, the billboards were a great fucking idea. They were like a chess move. And although they had absolutely nothing to do with my dying...I will assume almost everyone in town will assume that they did. Which is why, for Willoughby's counter-move, I decided to pay the next month's rent on them. I thought it'd be funny, you having to defend them a whole 'nother month after they've stuck me in the ground.”

As he predicted the billboards, and his suicide, ignite a (sometimes literal) firestorm of controversy and conflict throughout the town.

Dixon takes Willoughby’s death personally and attacks Red Welby, blaming him for the billboards. Dixon- who is a known racist and alcoholic throughout the town- is then fired by Willoughby’s replacement.

The billboards fall victim to arson, which compels Mildred to fire bomb the police station in retaliation. Unbeknownst to her, Dixon is inside, after hours, to pick up a letter that had been left to him by Willoughby. The letter encourages Dixon to become the man he is capable of being- a good man and a good detective, if only he can learn to make better choices and let go of hate. Realizing almost too late that the building is on fire, Dixon escapes, badly injured, after rescuing the case file about Angela’s death.

A short time later, we find Dixon recovering from his wounds at a bar, where he overhears a man from out of town bragging about raping and burning a girl several months earlier. Dixon picks a fight with the man as an excuse to scratch him and obtain a sample of his DNA, as he believes this is Angela’s killer. 

When the DNA comes back negative as a match for Angela’s killer, both Mildred and Dixon are disappointed, but determined to do something about it. He may not have killed Angela, they reasoned, but he was still a rapist, and Dixon had gotten his license plate number.

The end of the film is left open-ended; Mildred and Dixon set off for Idaho with a gun in tow, saying they’ll decide what to do with the man when they find him.

Three Billboards is billed as a drama, but has moments of humor so dark that you feel a little guilty laughing.

The tone of the film changes so rapidly that it gives the audience emotional whiplash; one moment you’re laughing, and then next you’re on the verge of tears, and the next you’re gasping in shock. I have never seen a film quite like it- and I mean that in the best way.

It is a shining example of how to flesh out characters in shades of gray; none of them are all good or all bad- or even mostly good or mostly bad. There is no clear villain, and even McDormand’s “protagonist” title could be contested because of the choices she makes. The moment you’re ready to write someone off as being unforgivably awful, they do something to redeem themselves. This is something that occurs so often in real life, and yet is a realistic element  that somehow eludes most filmmakers. Sam Rockwell’s performance in particular struck a chord with me; his character is the worst type of person throughout much of the film, and yet you find yourself wanting him to do well. Perhaps this is because we see kindness extended to him by some of the people who have every right to hate him, and it appeals to our humanity? I can’t say for sure.

Three Billboards is a brash, brilliant roller-coaster of a film, and definitely deserving of its Best Picture nomination.

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[rantceratops]

Insecurity

(Warning: this is roughly the size of a small fucking novel, sorry.)

(Also I skipped Agendas for now because I REALLY wanted to get this episode done. This has been in my drafts for like a month or two)

I fucking love this episode. Have I ever mentioned that before? Because if Failsafe is all aboard the feels train, this episode is all aboard the roller coaster of emotions. Like, wow is this one of my all time favorites.

IT’S SPIDER-MAN– oh wait, never mind it’s his evil twin, it was hard to tell in this lighting.

Cissie! Who I know nothing about except that she’s in the Arrow fam eventually and that everyone was dying for Artemis to be her mentor in s2 of Young Justice. I kind of miss some of the fandom ideas for what s2 would be like. :(

“I’m sorry, you know how it is. I’m on dead line. And so are you.” OH HO HO SPIDER-MAN, YOU SO PUNNY.

Aw yeah, archer babes to the rescue!

Look at them, looking all badass with the moon behind them! Could there BE a better time for your name to be Artemis and your talent to be archery? Definitely not.

Small detail that’s nice: you can tell whose arrows are whose because Ollie’s are tipped with a lighter shade of green than hers.

Awww, I love that part! I love how the camera kind of specifically pans more toward Artemis to convey that Cissie is awestruck by her in particular. Like, she’s seeing this badass female archer with blonde hair just like her kicking bad guy ass and saving her dad. And you can tell she’s just thinking “I want to be like that some day!” Artemis is literally being a badass inspiration right here and she doesn’t even know it, and it’s just so fucking cute! My baby is an amazing role model!

Fuck you, Sportsmaster, go away! (I will say that I like Sportsmaster’s voice though, and whether intentional or not I almost feel like a huskiness to the voice is just another trait that Artemis shares from his end of the gene pool.) Speaking of Artemis sharing in Sportsmaster’s end of the gene pool, have I ever mentioned that I honestly adore the decision to have Jade (the villain daughter) share more with Paula (the nice parent) in looks, while having Artemis (the hero daughter) sharing more traits with Lawrence (the awful/villain parent). I just thought it was an interesting thing, I don’t know whether they did that on purpose or not, but it’s just a thing I picked up on and thought was kind of neat.

Ollie stop trying to sound cool.

Damn, Artemis must be pretty fucking strong to still be standing after a possibly grown ass man just did a literal backflip off of her shoulders! 

“Good girl! Uh… take the lead on this one!” Oh, Ollie. XD He’s just letting her take the reigns while he tries to recover his wounded pride. Also, I just got feels thinking about how different it must be for Artemis to work under GA’s tutelage instead of her father’s. Like, can you imagine the contrast? All that praise and affection Ollie no doubt showers her with, compared to the harsh commands and emotional/mental abuse from Lawrence growing up? She probably hardly even knows what to do with Ollie’s praise half the time. 

Out of the penalty box. Sportsmaster, please.

“Bonus points for poetic justice.”

“Did you see the look on his face!? O-okay, he was wearing a mask, but– did you see the look on his mask!?” Oh my god, she’s so precious and giddy! I really wish we had gotten to see more of her interactions with Ollie, like this moment is seriously the most giddy we ever see Artemis in the series. You can tell she absolutely loves kicking ass with Ollie, and once again, tying in with the contrast between Lawrence and Ollie as mentors to her, it must be so exhilarating to literally be given the reigns on a mission, and then praised and encouraged for doing so! I don’t think Artemis would ever admit it, but I could honestly see her craving that interaction with Ollie every week, that kind of fatherly guidance. This is why I so love the idea of her seeing Ollie as a father figure, etc. 

And Ollie’s just so amused by her giddiness!

Shut up, Roy, go away. 

It must be really awkward at parties when your belt starts talking to you.

Can someone explain to me why Sportsmaster is having to sneak inmates out of Belle Reve when it’s under control by Strange? (I guess most of the guards still think it’s a legit detention facility or something? That would make sense, actually)

“Set a good example, join the Team first.” OKAY, IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS ROY EVER A GOOD EXAMPLE, OLLIE. (god I’d like to smack that scowl off of Roy’s face!)

“You should have seen the look on that little girl’s face, she was so grateful that her dad was safe.” (awwww, Artemis, babbu, this is why you were made for the hero life

“This life suits you, Artemis.” Yes, yes it does mama Crock! “Most mother’s would be horrified, but for me, it’s a relief. You don’t know how nervous I was when Arrow and Batman first confronted me about your… activities.”  STOP. “Confronted us. They figured out I saved my soulmate Kid Flash and confronted us.” “Not… initially. I’m your mother. They talked to me first.”

OH MY GOD PAULA’S SMUG TONE AND FACE AT THAT PART ALWAYS CRACK ME THE FUCK UP.

Look at that fucking smug ass face! XD She’s like I fucking pushed you out, they talked to me first because I’m the badass that made the tinier badass they were after. 

“What-what did they say!? What did you say?” Artemis is like OH GOD MOM HOW DID YOU EMBARRASS ME THIS TIME.

“I was afraid you were in trouble. While I was in jail for my crimes as Huntress, I lost one daughter, I couldn’t bear to lose another so I begged them to help keep you on the straight and narrow–” “You begged!? So I was some sort of pity case!?” 

Ooooh, man, Artemis is fucking PISSED. All the confidence that she’s built up since joining the Team shatters almost instantly as soon as she hears the word begged. Paula, of course, didn’t mean it that way; she didn’t beg them to let her on the Team because she was afraid she would still turn out to be a bad seed. She begged them to keep her on the right path: a path that Artemis had clearly already chosen on her own. Artemis had already been saving lives all on her own, and I think that Paula was relieved and proud when she found out, and I think the “begging” that she did was nothing more than a mother desperately wanting what was best for her daughter. Artemis had already CHOSEN the “straight and narrow” on her own, and I think Paula wanted to make absolutely sure that she had the tools and connections she needed to keep going in that direction, and to stay out of Sportsmaster’s influence. Artemis, of course, doesn’t see it that way, and instead takes it as an insult to her skill; this whole time, she’d thought that she’d impressed them enough on her own for them to come calling, but now she’s thoroughly convinced that they only wanted her on the Team as a favor to Paula, who begged them. Which, of course, is not actually the case.

“This isn’t T.O. Morrow!” “Klarion, this is Professor Ivo.” Oh my fucking GOD, the way Sportsmaster says that is actually kind of HILARIOUS, because his tone suggests that he’s trying to appease a bratty kid… which he pretty much IS. XD 

“Okay… so maybe I wasn’t brought in because I impressed them.” Oh, my poor baby! :( Just sitting on her fire escape with her knees pulled up, stewing in fucking insecurity. 

“I just spent the last four months doing nothing but. I’ve got nothing to prove, I’m one of a kind.” Yes you are, bby! (You can tell she doesn’t believe her own words though, because even though her hands on hips body language at that moment might LOOK confident, the unsure flick of her eyes over toward the alley wall conveys that she’s doubting herself.)

“Artemis! Just in time, look who’s agreed to join the Team.” “Finally!”

Oh, wow. I feel so sorry for poor Artemis in this particular episode. I’ve joked around that this episode could have been her super villain origin story, because man oh man is it just one thing after another piling on top of her insecurities at the beginning of this episode (it’s called Insecurity for a very good reason). So not only has her confidence just taken a very heavy blow because of her mother’s revelation that GA and Bats talked to her alone first, but then she Zetas to the Cave and what the fuck is the first thing that greets her upon materializing there? Roy. And GA smiling and saying “Artemis! Just in time, look who’s agreed to join the Team.” and Wally happily throwing his arms out and saying “Finally!” I can honestly only imagine the horrible sinking, burning feeling in her gut in that moment; seeing her father figure mentor and her crush standing there, smiling happily at another archer that she had, only a few months earlier, been accused of taking the place of by Wally. She had literally just been trying to convince herself that even if she was a pity case, she’s done nothing but prove herself over the last four months… only to Zeta to the Cave and see Roy Harper ready to join. (”We have no quota on archers.” “Yeah, and if we did, you know who we’d pick.”) Another insecurity dropped onto her already overburdened shoulders; Roy is here, and she feels like she’s not going to be wanted or needed anymore. And really, that insecurity has been lingering in the background since Infiltrator.

“Sure. Team’s needed a real archer.” The derisive sarcasm in Artemis’s tone is fucking palpable. Roy is a threat to her at that moment; what other reason would they finally have him on the Team other than to push her out, to replace her with someone “better”? She already thinks that she was not actually chosen out of skill, but out of pity, whereas Roy has always been the desired archer for the Team. She feels like her place on the Team is being compromised, and that she’s not good enough. And that terrifies her.

Wally, meanwhile, isn’t completely oblivious to the scathing remark that Artemis makes in response to the news. We see his expression visibly shift in response, his mouth drops and his eyebrows raise in something like surprise. He hadn’t expected that kind of response out of her because he himself has always wanted Roy on the Team simply because they go way back as friends, and at first I don’t think he understands why Artemis reacted the way she did. He even casts her one last aside look as GA and the others turn toward the screens.

For Wally, Roy joining the Team can only be a good thing! Right? I think, then, that it slowly starts to dawn on him between this briefing room meeting and boarding the Bioship, that Artemis is upset. I think he stews on it, tbh. He was truly bothered by seeing Artemis react that way, that she seemed so upset about something. And I think it begins to dawn on him, the more he thinks about her posture and her comment. “Sure. Team’s needed a real archer.” I can almost imagine the sinking feeling he starts to get in his gut when he realizes that he himself largely contributed to the obvious threat she’s feeling from Roy’s presence. HE treated her horribly and acted like she wasn’t good enough in the beginning, HE wanted Roy on the Team instead of her, HE accused her of replacing Roy and driving him away, and HE just now showed extreme happiness and RELIEF at having Roy join their ranks. How must that have looked to Artemis? Like he was happy that her better had just showed up to replace her, the archer that the Team (that Wally) wanted more than her to begin with? But she’s Artemis, right? She wouldn’t let that bother her! But Wally realizes very quickly that he has royally done goofed. That the way he treated her in the beginning really has stuck with her, that it didn’t just roll off her back as her confidence always suggested. And Wally, at this point, is very much aware of his crush on Artemis, he’s finally dropped some of that denial, and he’s moved on from trying to trick himself into thinking he wants Megan (or even has a chance with her). So ultimately he realizes that he needs to take a chance and open his heart up to her and try to make things right. This antagonistic behavior they’d kind of harbored throughout the season needs to end; Wally’s no longer suppressing the way he feels about her, and I think he’s more than ready to be a man and just… make the step to change the way they behave around each other, to try and lead this relationship to the place it was always meant to be. And I think he comes to the conclusion that letting her know that he doesn’t see her as some replacement nuisance, that she is a real archer, that she has made her own place on the Team and has absolutely nothing to prove to him, is the right first step.

“In full costume? Nervy.”

This is it! The single most important Spitfire moment in the entirety of s1! Oh god, all aboard the feels train!

“Aaah, this could wind up being one of those things that sounds better in my head than out loud.” 

He’s so nervous about saying this to her. You know he was stewing about what to say to her this whole time, how he could word it so that he comes off as genuine about it as he feels, so that she’ll know he’s telling the truth. He’s alone in the main cabin with her for the few precious moments in which Kaldur and Roy are storing his motorcycle in the back, and he finally just grits his teeth and tells himself that it’s now or never time. She needs to hear this before the mission.

“But, you are a real archer.”

Complete sincerity in his eyes. Complete sincerity in his voice, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world to him. “You are a real archer.” How could she think otherwise, after everything she’s done? Wally might not have been so sweet on her at the beginning, but she has more than proven time and again, has saved his ass with the same arrow TWICE. He would still be lying to himself if he thought she was anything less than capable. (I think he has honestly begrudgingly accepted that she’s an amazing archer for a long time, or at least for the very beginning when he was still pinning her on Roy’s aversion to the Team. And even pinning that on her was less about Roy and more about him having a gross crush on her and being embarrassed by their first meeting.)

Artemis seems less than impressed. I don’t think she believes him at first. Her face almost screams, “Really, Wally?” Like, she saw how relieved he was that Roy joined the Team, she knows that he prefers him as the Team’s archer, right?

“No, I mean I’m jazzed about Red Arrow! We go way back, you know? But, you…” He’s making it clear that he’s happy about having one of his best friends finally join the Team, that he’s not happy because oh, the guy she “replaced” is finally coming to push her out of the Team and take her place, or prove that he’s better than her at archery. None of that ever even crosses Wally’s mind; in fact, when Artemis first Zeta’d into the Cave and Ollie told her the news and Wally says “Finally!” with happiness, his eyes are actually on Artemis. Like, I think he fully expected her to share in the happiness, or at least be okay, because to Wally it was only ever about “one of my best friends is finally joining, hell yeah!”. Robin, Kal, and Wally all wanted Roy to join from the beginning, so it stands to reason that Wally is happy when he finally gets the stick out of his ass and joins. (Wally definitely knew that Artemis never really “drove” Roy off the Team, not by any intention or fault. Roy was honestly being a huge pain in the ass about it from the beginning, continuously ignoring their attempts to get him to join up BEFORE Artemis even showed up. And I doubt Roy had any intention of joining when he brought the Roquette mission to them either. Again, blaming Roy’s refusal to join the Team on Artemis was just a “peg for his insecurities” about Artemis and his self.)

Honestly, the way Wally says “But you…” kind of makes me fangirl so hard. The way he just looks up at her when he says that, the emphasis on her. Like, woah, did she come in and make her own place on the Team! He very much noticed throughout all these months; she just waltzed right onto the Team like she owned it and then proceeded to be a huge badass at every turn. He thinks she is amazing and somehow that fact is so brilliantly conveyed just by the emphasis he pressed into the word “you”. (It’s like he’s saying “You’re not Roy. You’re something else entirely.” in the most sincere, endearing way imaginable.)

And Artemis just can’t even believe that Wally West is saying these things to her. That he’s actually sitting there, making an effort to just wear his heart on his sleeve for her in this exact moment. 

“You’ve made your own place on the Team. You’ve got nothing to prove.”

He is making her feel wanted and needed and maybe, just maybe re-convincing her that she has, in fact, proved herself over the last four months. That she is, in fact, one of kind, that she’s not replaceable, that he doesn’t want her to leave so Roy can finally take her place. Some of his words even echo the very words she used to try and convince herself: “I’ve got nothing to prove, I’m one of a kind.” “You’ve got nothing to prove.”

“Not to me. Okay?”

“Not to me.” He’s very specific about adding that, about mentioning himself. Because once again, I think he knows that he has stemmed a lot of this insecurity she’s displaying; I believe he may have even seen her obvious eagerness to join in on the mission as a giveaway. Roy joins and the boys get a mission immediately, and Artemis is intent on joining in, and her expression is serious and intense. Wally is not stupid, he made that connection, realized that the reason she was jumping in was because she wanted to further prove that she IS a real archer and that Roy isn’t going to take her place. But to Wally, it’s almost funny that Artemis would think she’d even need to prove herself; she’s already done that so many times over the past four months! But her scathing “Sure. Team’s needed a real archer.” comment just really clued him in on the fact that he specifically is partly to blame for her insecurities. So when he says these things to her, he realizes how important it is to come from him; he knows she needs him to say this to her, it’s a sort of “apology” long overdue, an acknowledgement of how useful and amazing she is and how she’s made her own place on the Team. And he emphasizes “Not to me.” Not to him, least of all to him.

“…okay.”

Artemis just lets the words sink in, and I could only imagine how warm the Bioship probably felt to her in that moment. And she just slowly looks up at him through her lashes, and I swear to god this was probably one of the single most important moments of her life. Like, she needed to hear Wally say this to her; it had to be Wally. I sincerely do not think any words of encouragement from anyone else would have had even remotely the same impact, it only would have felt empty, like hollow words of reassurance. 

Can we just all remember and appreciate the fact that, at her core, Artemis is a teenage girl with a crush? Put aside all the missions, the costumes, the fighting, the secret Cave, the life or death situations… and all of them are still just teenagers. And I bring this up because honestly, as I rewatch this scene over and over to try and commentate it as best I can, it just really strikes me how self-conscious Artemis gets once Wally starts spilling his heart to her; the way she kind of looks at him with wide eyes, then swiftly drops her gaze down to her lap, with this almost shy expression. She’s self conscious, a teenage girl with a serious crush.

Look at her. Having his attention on her, just between the two of them, and him saying words that she’s needed to hear from him for so long. She’s known she has a thing for him for quite some time, yet that whole time she’s been scared, afraid that her past would come out and that Wally would reject her in every way imaginable. They already started out on the wrong foot, and their relationship suffered from it; obviously they found a comfortable place, full of banter and snark and quite frequently barely contained antagonism– all because he tripped in front of a cute girl, and she snarked because of a cute, shirtless boy. To Artemis, that tentative friendship with Wally could have all tipped right over the edge of the cliff if the truth about her criminal family came out. To her, that’s all it would take for him to fully reject her, maybe for him to even accuse her of being the mole. And those thoughts terrified her, because Wally means so fucking much to her that it’s unreal; rejection from him in any form is unthinkable. She cares about him too much. 

So then, just when her confidence is being completely shot, just when she thinks maybe nobody needs her, that the Team– that Wally –wants to replace her with Roy because she was just a “pity case”… Wally tells her that she has nothing to prove. Not to him.

This moment means so damn much to Artemis that I can’t even properly put it to words. Wally is opening up to her, letting her know that she’s amazing and needed and he was stupid for giving her such a hard time when they met. He’s meeting her halfway, as Greg once put it. And it’s this show of something deep and sincere that makes Artemis all the more terrified of the secret of her family coming out. Something is happening between her and Wally, something is finally giving and they’re both so, so close to giving into previously suppressed feelings… and her past could royally fuck that up. 

So she goes to the extreme to keep it locked away. Artemis goes into that mission with the intent of proving herself, of further cementing her abilities and proving to everyone and Wally that she’s NOT to be replaced. But after Wally says those things to her on the Bioship, for Artemis the mission then becomes a drive to confront her family on her own to keep her secret. Wally's words meant the world to her, she wasn't trying to prove herself anymore after he told her she didn't need to, she was trying to protect the bond forming between herself and Wally, as well as her past.

“And, um... Wally?”

“It sounded... fine, out loud.”

UGH MY HEART. LOOK AT HOW SHE GAZES AT HIM AND HOW HE’S SMILING TO HIMSELF DJSNFJSDFNSDJFNSD

Like, UGH you can tell Wally feels so GOOD for saying that to her, and the fact that it seems to MEAN something to her, that she LISTENED to him and genuinely, sincerely echoed his “okay” back at him when he was done. God it took him so much nerve to even work up the courage to tell her those things, but he knew he needed to and then he did and that risk was rewarded. He’s SO ready to change things between the two of them, to tentatively stick his foot in the water and see where it might go. And Artemis is ready too!

Or at least, she would be, if not for that one final obstacle: her family tree.]

GOD I HATE ROY. 

“And suspect number 1 is Artemis.”

“No offense guys, but even my boredom is bored.” “Maybe a night off wasn’t the best idea.”

Come on, Conner, we all know you’d just go all angry and shit if you went on a stake out, especially since you’ve started doing drugs-- I mean, Shields-- just last episode. He’d probably hulk the fuck out and go on a rampage.

TORNADO OUT. Seriously Tornado gave like no fucks at all. He has important things to do like make a human android so that he can flamingle with the humans.

Oh, Zee, you curious thing you. She’s probably a riot at parties.

“Pursue, but maintain a discreet distance.” Roy says, as he jumps on a fucking jet ski and starts immediately following Sportsmaster in his fucking rental boat. Like, damn dude. I suppose that the ski would sort of be drowned out by the boat engine but that still doesn’t seem like the most discreet method that could have been used; at least Wally’s on a motorcycle on the road, that could be conceived as pretty inconspicuous to Sportsmaster. Geez.

Also the rental boat is kind of making me laugh because it reminds me of the whole “What do you call this, the Arrow Boat?” “I call it a rental.” Like, I feel like in the Young Justice universe, that boat rental shacks make an ass ton of money renting boats to superheroes and villains and they don’t even know it. (or maybe they lose money, because half the boats mysteriously come back with giant holes in the center, and gashes in the paint, etc. Being a boat rental person must be a tough job in that world. They’re obviously the real heroes (or villains?) at the end of the day.)

“That goes double for you, Artemis.” Wow Roy could you BE anymore fucking hostile? I’m not sure who’s worse, Wally in Infiltrator, or you in this fucking episode as well as Performance. God.

Kaldur in his natural habitat. It would have been nice to have more chances to see Kaldur in his element tbh. Then again, I suppose there was a bit more of that in s2 with the whole Black Manta sub and shit.

I bet Wally is itching to run instead of use that motorcycle. (There should have been more Team on motorcycles, imho.)

Artemis, bby, no. T_T I sort of wish she had just stayed put. Then again I wouldn’t have wanted to listen to Roy’s stupid mouth, either. Or, you know, let my shitty criminal dad ruin like everything I’ve ever worked for.

CHESHIRE! <3

“Heeey, sis! Long time no reveal who you really are to all your friends!” Wow, it’s like Jade LITERALLY popped in just to remind us of what’s driving Artemis for the rest of this episode. Like I mentioned before, I feel so sorry for Artemis in the episode, it’s like the cards are all just stacked against her, everything is at stake and that’s why she’s so goddamn reckless in this episode.

You know how there’s that episode in s2 where everything keeps going wrong and Artemis keeps saying “Perfect.” to herself in her mind? I feel like Cheshire showing up in this episode is one of those moments. Like, now not only does she have to worry about her dad, but now she has to worry about Cheshire spilling the beans on her as well. Fucking perfect.

CROCK SISTER FIGHT! (they’re both so badass I love them)

Appreciation time:

I always loved that badass little throw that Artemis does. You go babbu!

“Bet you run out of arrows before I run out of sword. Unless you plan on breaking out the pointy ones to use against your own sister.” “Why shouldn’t I? You are working with Sportsmaster!”  Damn Arty got some fury in her voice.

“Why, Arrow, if you wanted another date you only had to ask.” “You two are dating!?” LOL oh my GOD Artemis’s fucking cracking voice of disbelief makes me laugh every time! She is so fucking horrified it’s not even funny! Like holy fucking HELL I’m crying. 

“Really I’m so fond of you both, I couldn’t bear to hurt you. Much.” Yeah, yeah, play is up Chesh, but we all know you would never seriously hurt Artemis, and probably not Arrow either considering. 

Goddamn that was a brutal leg sweep, Jade. (it’s even worse with the sound)

“Oh, too bad, lover boy.” Woah, Jade, chill with the bedroom voice, there are children present! 

I’m... honestly unclear on Jade’s motives for obviously holding that kiss until Artemis saw it. Like... idk? I mean it seems like a very Jade thing to do, but I can’t quite pin her motive for specifically making sure Artemis saw it. Possibly just to mess with her though, I suppose, and perhaps to pin some suspicion on Roy for some reason or other? IDK, JADE TELL ME YOUR INNER WORKINGS.

“But at least a kiss is still a kiss.”

“And a sai is just a sai!”

“And quite the souvenir, by the way.”

Oh, Wally. <3

“He’s out of range.” I can’t honestly tell if Artemis purposely didn’t put the tracker on or... okay, yeah, she had to have done it purposely, because our girl Arty can seriously hit pretty much any target, she’s hit some hum dingers throughout the season (Home Front, anyone?), there’s no way she couldn’t make that shot. But why, then, did she hold back? Did she want to let Sportsmaster get away and then try to track him down on her own? Like, idk, girl, tell me your thoughts.

“You’re abandoning!?” “I’m prioritizing!” 

“Oh, that’s gotta sting. He makes the shot you were afraid to even try.” Jade, I really think you hit a fucking nerve, considering how Artemis’s night has been going.

Siblings can be a real pain, huh, Artemis?

Always loved that Wally sort of gets in a defensive position between Artemis and Cheshire.

Wow, Roy. That was... spectacular. You sure did distract Sportsmaster so well. ‘_’

“Leave him alone!” Yessss, gimme dat Revelation parallel!

“Artemis!” YAS LAWD GIVE ME MY OTP

“Did you...?” “Tracer’s on her sword.” “Brilliant. I knew you could-- hey, there’s the guys.”

WALLY. It takes a LOT of skill to cock block yourself.

But in all seriousness, look at him fucking encouraging her! <3 God he’s just continually encouraging her and having her back in this episode! He knew she fucking needed it and tbh I think he just WANTED to. Like ajsdhjdhjshfjdsfh god he’s so fucking supportive in this episode because even though he said that meaningful stuff to her on the Bioship, he STILL continues to point out how amazing she is and to defend her against Roy’s suspicions. WALLY IS SUCH A SWEETHEART SOMETIMES I SWEAR.

“So we threw the fight as ordered. After Artemis planted the tracer.” That tone in his voice,  he’s like “Hell yeah my girl Arty nailed that shit like always.” <3

“Sportsmaster was headed south-- kinda like this mission.” I hate you, Roy but that’s a good line XD

Ugh, it pains me to see Artemis trying so hard to protect her identity. Like... it’s made all the worse because of Wally defending and standing up for her so much. Like... fuck. This whole episode hurts my soul. Wally’s on her side but she’s throwing all sorts of wild goose chases to try and protect what she has with her makeshift family and Wally... Artemis may not be doing these things for the stupid ass mole reasons that Roy thinks she’s doing them, but she is in fact fucking with the mission. And that’s why the end of the episode hurts so much. On the one hand I 100% don’t blame Artemis and can see her reasons for acting as she does in this episode... but on the other I’m just shaking my head and begging her to STOP. T_T

“Artemis...”  UGH. GOD JUST MAKE IT STOP.

Goddamnit, Artemis, you stubborn fool. I LOVE YOU BUT STOP IT.

Love Zee’s little magical boost! The animation on it is so smooth, and the brighter colors mixed in with the puff of smoke definitely gives off a “magic” feel.

In the episode or so where Conner isnt actually seen using a Shield, I love the small detail of him kind of subconsciously scratching his bicep all the time. Don’t fucking do drugs, kids.

“Bark if Tornado comes back.” LOL 

“Is that what I think it is?” A dead body. Yes, Zee.

I must confess I’m a little fond of the MONQI’s and their dumb laughter. It was refreshing to hear it again for the first time since Schooled. Then again I also really like the episode Schooled.

Sportsmaster is such a lackey in this episode. The dick.

Hey look, it’s the same Madri Gras warehouse background that was used in Terrors.

“Pulled it off my sword about a minute after you put it there. Thought you’d want it back, since it goes so nicely with the one Red Arrow gave you.”

Of course Jade would know that Artemis put a tracker on her. You know, as much as I love the Jade and Artemis dynamic and the fact that they still love and care about each other despite being on opposite sides, I would still love to see a good, even playing field fight between them, post s2. Because like... at their core they were both trained by the same man as young ones, but after that it starts branching out. Jade probably learned more from the streets and from the Shadows. Artemis learned a hell of a lot from Black Canary’s training as well as sparring with her Teammates, etc. I definitely wouldn’t want them to truly hurt each other (and I don’t think they ever would), but a straight up fight between them would surely be an awesome sight!

“*sing song voice* Someone on your Team doesnt trust you.” Goddamnit, Jade. I honestly wonder whether Jade would truly WANT to actually out Artemis’s connections in s1. She threatens her with it a few times, obviously, but... there’s this part of me that honestly thinks maybe Jade is proud of Artemis for finding her place, even if it is on the hero side, so I can’t see her ruining that. But I suppose that’s another bit of meta for another episode or something. (I tend to think Jade mostly just bluffs about revealing her identity because she knows it’ll make Artemis back down, because it means too much to her)

Jade why are you carrying around a tablet and where the fuck is that camera view even coming from?

Can’t get to Arrow in time? Blow the door up and knock him on his stupid ass! You’re welcome, Roy!

“So you’re pretty much allergic to radioing a warning?” “Artemis to Arrow: look out.” I love my sarcastic babbu <3 (also pretty sure if she had tried to radio him he would’ve either NOT listened to her, or else it just would have taken too long to relay and Sporty would have stabbed him with a big ole javelin. So yeah, explosion was the best option)

“Sooo, is Red building a friend or what?” LOL 

So I’m guessing that considering the fact that it doesn’t show the android below the waist (and when it does there’s another part in the way), and Zatanna’s “friend” line, and the fact that she says it really needs some pants... that it’s, ahem, anatomically correct. Or something. Kinda freaky. But okay, Red. I don’t even want to know.

“Wolf.”

LOLOLOLOL.

“Is this a sign of disrespect?” “Curiosity!” “Boredom.”

Fighting time! 

Okay, Roy, this is one of the only times I’m gonna say this but... KICK SPORTSMASTER’S ASS, OKAY. He’s an even bigger dick than you!

I just really like the animation on Artemis landing there. 

LOOK AT HIM. Helping her gently to her feet! Using both of his hands to hold her’s even though he could have easily just done it with one. OH my god please kill me, THEY’RE TOO ADORABLE 

JUST. FUCKING--

LOOK AT HIM CUPPING HER HAND IN BOTH OF HIS. I’M DYING GOOD-BYE.

“Do as she says: Freeze!” I honestly love Klarion. XD

WALLY YOU BROKE JADE.

Hello I just wanted to point out how close they’re standing to each other okay

OH NO, HERE WE GO. SHIT’S GETTING REAL :(

“You know, I’m getting pretty tired of you dumping on her!” Do it, Wally. Punch his stupid face!

(I kind of wonder... if part of the reason Wally was getting so fed up with Roy’s shit was also in part because he realized that’s how HE must have seemed towards Artemis when she first joined, you know? I mean in Infiltrator, specifically. And maybe it just made him doubly pissed with hearing Roy talk to her that way, because it’s kind of echoing how rude he was to Artemis when she first joined, and it’s kind of getting under his skin that he behaved that way. Maybe I’m thinking too much into things, but I really do think it’s possible.)

“Her tracer, so? Cheshire ditched it.” “No. Artemis ditched that to send us on a wild goose chase. She put this one on Cheshire.”

Oh god make it stop. Look at his face

“Artemis. Are you that freaked out about Arrow joining the Team you had to prove yourself by bringing down the bad guys solo? Please tell me I’m wrong.”

Oh dear fucking god the end of this episode is seriously downright PAINFUL for me to have to watch! There’s just so much misunderstanding and holding back and blaming and just... it distresses me so goddamn much. This episode is only tied with Failsafe for how many feels it gives me, I can’t bear to watch them be SO fucking close to each other, yet so far away.

And all because of Artemis’s stupid criminal family. 

And oh, oh god the worst, the WORST fucking part is when Artemis opens her fucking mouth to tell him and then just falters!

First of all look at the completely HOPELESS fucking face she’s making when he’s asking her to tell him he’s wrong.

Like oh god, he’s got this angry, disappointed look on his face and it’s directed at HER and things had been going so fucking well between them, she could feel it. But now everything is just hitting her right in the face, all the mistakes she made, the last ditch, desperate measures she took just to try and keep herself from getting outed. The saddest part is that she did all this to try and keep what she had with the Team, and more importantly, with Wally, safe; but in the end it all still winds up leading her and Wally straight back to square one, the same antagonistic, unsure distance they’ve had for the entire season. Only now... now it hurts ten times worse.

Fucking look at her. She’s desperate to tell him, she wants to, or at least to just fucking defend herself, to let him know that she wasn’t trying to prove herself, that his words to her on the Bioship did fucking mean something to her, that they meant the world to her, that she was only trying to protect herself, that she’s related to Cheshire and Sportsmaster!! But she fucking can’t, she stops, freezes up, and just stops looking him in his disappointed eyes; because she can’t tell him. If she tells him that she’s the daughter and sibling of criminals, then he’ll reject her in every way. If she just lets him think that his words on the Bioship meant nothing to her and that she was still trying to prove something... at least he’ll still be around. At least he’ll just be mad. 

Mad is better than gone. She can’t lose this Team... can’t lose him.

“Well, nice goin’. What you proved is that you’re insecure and selfish. Keep the sai. This is the right souvenir for the mission.”

And oh god. Oh, Wally, bless his fucking soul. He’s so goddamn hurt at the end of this episode; both of them are, in two very different ways. To him, her display, her leading them all astray and seemingly trying to go after Sportsmaster and Cheshire all by herself is basically like her rejecting what he said to her aboard the Bioship; to him, it’s a slap to the face, it’s her showing that his words, his heart, meant absolutely nothing to her. He told her she had nothing to prove, not to him, because he was the one that caused her insecurity and he knew that. And she told him okay, that it sounded fine out loud, and he felt so good, so happy that she had seemed to take his words to heart, that she wouldn’t feel the need to try and go an extra mile to prove herself better than Roy, or to prove herself to Wally (whom she certainly never needed to prove herself to in the first place). But obviously she didn’t care, right? She didn’t care about his words; she still went off recklessly, sending them all over the place and making them look stupid and fucking up the mission-- and for what? 

To prove herself better than Roy. As if Wally’d never said any of that heartfelt stuff to her before the mission.

All for nothing. 

He’s embarrassed, and hurt. Oh man, is he fucking hurt. Finally he gathered up the courage, and the maturity, to want to try and move things forward with Artemis... only to seemingly be rejected in the most painful way.

But of course, the most painful part is that it’s absolutely not true. None of it. 

His words meant the world to Artemis, and she wasnt trying to prove herself anymore... but Wally can’t know that. They’re both at a crossroads.

“So how will you betray us next time?” SHUT THE FUCK UP ROY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. MY BABIES ARE HURTING, LEAVE THEM ALONE.

(Also, remember that in outing Artemis for sending them astray with a tracker, Roy was trying to pin Artemis with evidence as the mole. But that thought never even crossed Wally’s mind; he didn’t think she was a mole for it, just that she was disregarding his feelings. Wally never suspected Artemis was the mole, why would he?)

“Enough! If making a mistake was a betrayal then we would all be traitors.” Thank you, Kaldur, bless.

Ugh, I just realized... the entire Team was standing there. The ENTIRE fucking Team sat there and watched that exchange between Wally and Artemis. Oh god...

“You’re not who you say you are. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

Oh my poor baby. :[ You have just had a fucking horrible night, haven’t you?

“Artemis? Is everything--” Paula just wants to help her upset bby :(

“Shhhh. We wouldn’t want to upset your mother.” God stop being such a fucking CREEP, Sportsmaster.

“What are you doing here!?” Fucking do it, Artemis. Turn him into a pin cushion; it’s the least he fucking deserves.

“Blamed you, didn’t they?”

(You know how Sportsmaster is mentally and emotionally abusive? This whole scene is a shining fucking example of that.)

“Will they keep you around now that Red Arrow’s joined up? And what if they learn the truth about the family ties you’ve worked so hard to hide? Would they ever trust you again?”

Like... Lawrence is literally throwing every insecurity Artemis has had in this episode, right back in her face. He’s undoing Wally’s reassurances; he’s re-enforcing the fear she has of her family being discovered; he’s playing off the fear she has of being untrusted and rejected by her makeshift family. He’s tearing Artemis down mentally  because he knows she’s in a vulnerable spot. He knows that this is the time to strike, as it were. To say these things to her while she’s down, to try and use her insecurities to manipulate her onto his side of things; she’s his little soldier, after all, he made her what she is. 

“Thanks for the pep talk, dad, we should have these family reunions more often.”

I love the lighting on Artemis’s face throughout this scene.

“You tried, baby girl. You can fight Jade, you can fight me. But you can’t fight who. You. Are. Time to switch sides, Artemis. You’ll never be one of them. You belong with us.” 

And there’s the emotional abuse. You tried, you failed, and the reason you failed is because you were meant to work on the side of evil. You were born into this, you don’t have a choice. And everything that’s happened tonight is proof of that; you mislead your Team, they brought in someone to take your place, they won’t trust you anymore now; what else is left for you now? You can’t fight genetics.

If any of that were true, if Artemis were a lesser person, if her heart wasn’t fucking golden and if she wasn’t meant to be a true fucking hero... this episode might have been her villain origin story. 

But Lawrence was fucking wrong. Artemis Lian Crock was never meant to be a villain, not in this lifetime. 

#ranty rewatches young justice #insecurity #young justice #spitfire #otp: when we're alone #ranty rants #huge post #like small novel huge

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chapter 6 asks that are people in distress about shinsou

SPOILERS FOR THE FIC, so it’s all under the readmore 

** before i start, i just want to say, the sheer number of people who have guessed that it’s himiko impersonating shinsou is frankly alarming and equally hilarious. thanks yall 

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD SHINSOU MY SON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM??? HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS????? (for real, tho, that chapter was?? So good??? I'm so happy to have read this)

you’re absolutely right he doesn’t deserve this and im doing it to him anyways, which objectively proves that as an author i am not and never have been trustworthy. im sorry if i ever tricked you into thinking otherwise. im crying as well

Anonymous said: holy crap that chapter. where do i even start. i knew the kidnapping was coming up but that scene still managed to punch me in the gut. shinsou doesn't deserve this he just wanted to be a hero you guys. also the scene where izuku brought mitoki flowers was really great and i'm so happy that conversation happened. and the paintball fight? best thing i've ever laid my eyes upon. sorry this wasn't very coherent, i'm gonna go fling myself into the sun. thank you for this amazing chapter.

thank YOU for the feedback, i’m really glad you enjoyed the mitoki conversation & the paintball fight because those two scenes were the ones i was most nervous about. as for shinsou, you are very right. he doesn’t deserve this and im sorry 

Anonymous said: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! that was so intense!!!!!!!!!!!! that chapter was amazing you lied sorry ://// (izuku has a crush on shinsou and i couldnt be happier. sweethearts, the both of them.) SO MUCH HAPPENED AT ONCE IM FU KCIFNSICIAJX!!!! WHAT HAPPENED WITH SHINSOU??? MY BOY WHO THREATENED HIM. WHO HURT HIM??!?!?!!?!??!!??!?! i got so emotional all throughout this chapter i almost cried like 26 times that was wild af!!! NOW HOW DO I RECOVER FROM THIS!!!! (im so worried about shinsou. about everyone.)

hfjldksf thanks!! glad you enjoyed it!! im sorry for making you emotional. its the unintended side effects of tryin to convey izuku’s state of mind 

i know this won’t ease your suffering much but for a while i intended for chapter 7 to be from shinsou’s point of view, and it was quite literally just titled “what happened to shinsou.” this may still happen. im not sure yet. stay tuned next for,

Anonymous said: *twitch twitch twitchy twich* omg suddenly i understand those comments from your betas. like. i'm legit speechless???? why. why would you do this, you evil writer from awesome land. like i just. im in like. the all caps state of shock. that FREAKING LAST LINE AKDJKLADSLKAJDSKLJLKJ. like. *squeezes air* i dont even know where to begin???? I MEAN CLEARLY I STARTED AT THE END BUT LIKE. so much. to talk about. like. the smile bits of gaming and cats and pics then THAT KAST KUUSJDFHSKJDHFSKJDHSJDF

i bait in readers with cute fun shenanigans and then i go in for the kill 

(thank you for writing in, i’m glad you enjoyed the chapter <3 )

Anonymous said: no, but like, ur saying that chapter 6 is the worst one YET (which is a HORRIBLE LIE. this chapter was great. even if it let us all devastated afterwards. but whats a good fanfiction if it doesnt affect the reader tho heh(and your certainly is a great fanfiction. one of the greatest)) is it because of the giant clusterfuck that 7 and/or 8 is gonna be? (kamino ward, all might reveal, kidnappings+ SHINSOU) im legit worried haha ( btw "(accidental) dad might: Stealth Style" is my favorite tag now)

i cultivate my tags with pride. im glad you enjoyed that one in particular :3c and also... thank you... i was super insecure abt ch6 so it’s really nice hearing ppl liked it! i really appreciate it <3 

the next chapter(s?) are going to be a clusterfuck so you are probably wise to be legit worried. preemptive apologies. i don’t know why im doing this and im sorry also 

Anonymous said: I don't actually believe that Shinsou did it, naturally. Maybe the villains pin the blame on him cause it's easier to do it to someone that everyone is already wary about? I honestly have no idea, you're too unpredictable with some of these things

u have a good nose anon... but also when have i EVER been unpredictable about anything. my taste and storytelling is incredibly predictable in that it is always The Worst and Incredibly Self Indulgent. all you have to do to pick out the path im taking is think “what path allows simk to pander to their own interests the most?” and thats the path i’ll take. this is exactly what is happening with the entirety of this fic and especially with this next arc 

Anonymous said: is shinsou being blackmailed?? controlled by someone else?? someone stole his face?? was he used as a hostage bc he interacted with class I-A more? or is someone threatening izuku again or.. ahhh idk what it is but I really feel he is not a traitor so: my current theories about shinsou. am I close?? 

yes to all of the above 

Anonymous said: Pretty sure you didn't get many theories yet cause we are still in shock. Send help pls. (Loved the chapter btw that chapter was legit a roller-coaster of feels.)

theres no help to be found. i did this irrevocably and now theres nothing we can do about it 

(thank you! i’m really glad to hear that, and hope that you have recovered from your shock :p )

Anonymous said: thoughts on shinsou's reasons: bakugou is a abusive shit who is undeserving of being a hero and made him lose all faith in heroes, blackmail, threats, brainwashing, some other type of convincing, he has been the traitor the whole time and you just want to kill us with angst, the LoV is threatening deku and if he doesn't help them they kill him, rage against society has reached its peak (same tho), or he wants to get back at bakugou, or the Cat Cafe is being threatened. please stop killing me.

this is a really impressive laundry list of unconventional reasons for shinsou to join the villain alliance. i love it. i too would become a villain in order to save my favorite cat cafe and spite a person i don’t like 

@armcontrolnerve said: it was himiko in the study with the candlestick 

d...does this make shinsou the murder victim 

Anonymous said: I JUST READ THE NEW CHAPTER AND JUST WANTED TO DROP BY AND SAY YOU'VE UTTERLY WRECKED ME. I have tears in my eyes, I am currently flailing about like a fish while my brain goes into overdrive trying to dodge the reality of that ending. Shinsou was helping Izuku not two scenes ago, he was probably kidnapped and forced to do it against his will via torture or something. I refuse to believe that Shinsou is a villain and you cannot tell me oTHERWISE

good instincts. hold onto that feeling 

Anonymous said: My guess: shinsou was kidnapped by Villain Alliance. Himiko Toga is using her quirk to impersonate him. But...why

bad pr image for yuuei 

Anonymous said: all im thinking is that girl with the quirk that lets her shapeshift into people if she gets their blood and im just. oh no. shinsou. how could u do this to the poor sweet gay boy. meet me in the pit for a fight, and also a round of compliments for ur fucking writing skills. u made me cry. i love this fic so much but unfortunately i still have to challenge u to a duel, for the sake of these poor children, and their mental health,,, (ps i love ur writing and ur fantastic!! byeee)

if you kill me youll never get these children back alive

(thank u though... this made me laugh. rest assured that i will promptly apply all my writing skills to elucidating the mystery of what happened to shinsou) 

Anonymous said: Shinsou probably got his quirk stolen by Sensei or someone is impersonating him I guess. Or his classmates are jerks and framing him or something. Smh

his classmates threw him under the bus

@sunslammerdown​ said: hi i am a person who reads your very extremely good fanfiction... thanks very much and also Wow Rude How Dare You. you said you were surprised at not getting more shinsou theories so heres my two: 1) It Was Toga, shinsou is kidnapped its not good 2) It Was All For One who can take quirks and use them on people and shinsou has a mind control quirk, its very not good still

what if its... 3) both, for maximum suffering, and the ultimate very not good happenstance 

@viperofsand​ said: I am sure I had something in mind when giving my review while I was reading chap 6, but after the final part my mind was all 'WHAT THE HELLLLLL', so, there is that. Also, I am inaugurating #ShinsouIsNotAVillain2017 for this fic starting now.

this is a good hashtag. i’m behind it. i have no right to be but i am 

Anonymous said: ok i'm trying not to panic bc of the cliffhanger but just tell me, will we know /why/ shinso is doing what he's doing ?? i'm trying not to spoil for ppl 

no worries! we will find out exactly what happened to shinsou...

@auspiciouswhiskers​ said: How much do I have to pay for a Shinsou redemption and/or Shindeku endgame because pleeease you have responsibilities

you don’t even have to ask. its already under way...

(more specifically: you just don’t even need to ask. there just isnt a need. hold that thought for a shindeku endgame though bc who KNOWS where im headed with that) 

Anonymous said: Izuku's gonna lure Shinsou with cats and everything will be just fine. Izuku holding up fuku, taka and isao: you know u can't harm them Shinsou: defeated

this is the ultimate villain shinsou ask. nothing is ever going to top this. you dont even need to fight shinsou you just have to appeal to him with cats and he’ll crumble instantly 

Anonymous said: Eh, I don't know if I'm angry, but I am a tad disappointed if it actually is "what it looks like" with Shinsou. I mean his whole deal is that while his power seems like one that a villain would have, he doesn't actually want to use it that way. If he really is a villain in your story, that sorta defeats the purpose of his character, you know? But I guess I'll just wait and see what you plan to do with it.

that aspect of his character is probably what makes what im doing 100% more awful so i guess what im trying to say is: don’t worry it’s not what it seems, but also, i should not be allowed to touch a computer 

Anonymous said: ok ok i have an idea about why shinsou provided inside help(i hope im at least a little right or im going to cry): he was threatened by the league? they saw him hanging out with deku and probably knew that he didnt know he was Hella Strong or smth and were like "look, if u dont want ur friend to die ur gonna have to Cooperate" and shinsou being an amazing friend was like "U LEAVE HIM ALONE U COCKROACH" and he did That. it probably happened in That One Stupid Horrible Month (please. PLEASE)

shinsou became a villain for deku confirmed. be gay, turn to the dark side 

Anonymous said: honestly while i'm still Actually Dead over the latest chapter Izuku having his Gay Awakening over someone who stabs him in the back is Relatable lol

h...hold that thought... 

also. i’m really sorry to hear that, and i hope you’re in a better place now. may your future gay relationships be blessed

Anonymous said: It's Mamoru. The ending to your new chapter is definitely a twist that I didn't expect at all. But oddly I'm not angry. Is Shinsou really going to be a villain? Because it kinda goes against he is fighting for. Or is he threatened?

spoiler alert...

@chocowl said: holy fuck simk

A theory: was Shinsou kidnapped by the VA and Himiko used her Quirk to look like him? That would explain the silence towards Izuku and would heal our tormented souls Q-Q

the truth is, the entire villain alliance is conspiring to fuck over shinsou, specifically

#chapter 6 #ask #ask compilation #anonymous #chocowl #auspiciouswhiskers #viperofsand #sunslammerdown #armcontrolnerve #the number of asks is...so much #spoilers for the fic ///

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Trouble 12

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad) Pairing: George “Digger” Harkness/OFC-Donna Warnings: Angst, Language, and Smut. NSFW! Rating: Mature Disclaimer: This a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line.

*It’s Captain Boomerang’s turn to be mad as the duo tackle Boris’s job. Fair warning this chapter is an emotional roller coaster. 

For those that are interested in the playlist you can find that here and here is the previous chapter of Trouble. I hope you enjoy! As always, your likes, reblogs, messages, and comments are always appreciated.*

Coexistence with Donna after their fight was surprisingly easy for Digger, barely managing to stagger in from getting drunk at the pub before passing out face down in the couch was his solution. There was the one night he didn’t return back to the apartment and Donna found him passed out in the penthouse hot tub fully clothed. She was angry at his stupidity, after all, he could have drowned, but he was relentless in his delivery of the cold shoulder. For a man like Captain Boomerang, who loved the sound of his own voice, it was impressive.

Donna was beside herself, struggling to find the words that Boomer wanted her to say. Knowing what he needed didn’t make it easier for her. It was, in fact, harder. To admit anything to him felt like a personal betrayal, which was why she was constantly pushing. Donna was afraid that giving into Boomer wasn’t something she’d recover from.

Still, the silence was deafening, and she worked to fill the void by chatting away, mostly nonsense, but anything was better than feeling alone when she knew she wasn’t. The overly friendly woman actually enjoyed silence when she was alone, but having another person blatantly ignore her was difficult. She knew Digger and feared she had broken the newly muted man. Never in a million years would she imagine missing his crude comments accompanied by his cocky smile, yet here she was trying to get anything, even a grunt would suffice. Her nerves begin to settle as they approach the marina as she takes a deep breath, replaying her orders.

“Shipment arrives at 1am on Tuesday at pier 54. There will be a Maserati. You know what to do.”

Boomer breaks his silence once they reach the fence at the shipyard.

“Now what?” he questions with a flat tone as his eyes scanning over her, only adding to her nerves and frustration. Prior to the job there wasn’t any time to go over the plan with Boomer. Their only saving grace in this moment was her familiarity with the job. Boris often had her lifting cars for various purposes; however, cars from the shipyard typically contained drugs.

“My eyes are down here, Digger,” she whines in desperation, seeking any form of acknowledgement from him.

The scowl deepening on his face as he rolls his eyes downward, “Bettah?!”

Donna clicks her tongue and winks, deciding to let his attitude slide since he was obliging her request.

“We need to cut the fence,” she states matter of factly while pulling a pair of wire cutters from her inner jacket pocket before he can respond. She vertically works down, snipping the chain link fence and Boomerang knowingly peels back until the opening is large enough, allowing her to slip through and he swiftly follows suit. She motions for him to follow and they lurk through the shadows, staying near buildings and shipping crates.

Donna suddenly stops in front of Boomer, causing him to neary knock her over. He wraps his arm around her waist, palm splaying across her stomach before she can fall forward.

Craning her neck, she teases in a breathy voice, “My knight in shining armor.” She playfully bats her lashes at him and Boomer groans as he releases her.

“There aint nothin’ shiny ‘bout me, darlin’.”

Donna raises her brows, mocking his sudden sense of humor. Placing herself in front of him she reaches up and slowly taps her index finger on his lip.

“Lies, because that tooth is pretty shiny.” He jerks his head back with a snarl and Donna adds, “Keep up that attitude and it’s going to be added to my collection.” She teasingly knocks his chin and his eyes narrow on her necklace before scoffing.

“Now what?” he quickly changes the subject.

“We get that.” Boomer doesn’t miss the flash of excitement in her eyes as he follows her extended hand, index finger pointing to the blue Maserati Grand Turismo.

Donna covers his mouth as he grumbles obscenities, slowly pulling her hand away once he’s calm. Still harboring resentment, Boomer bites at her hand and she slaps his cheek, “No!”

“Ya really are a loon. Case ya missed it, there’s blokes swarmin’ this place.”

“And you are a Negative Nancy,” she counters, ignoring his growl when she adds, “unlike you, this isn’t my first rodeo.“

"By all means. Please inform me of ya plan wise one.” Boomer sardonically inserts, reaching into his coat to pull out a blade.

Donna launches towards the car loudly whispering, “Cover me.” He emits a sound of frustration as he follows with boomerang in hand.   __________ After regaining her bearings, she doesn’t hesitate to cut her seat belt before scrambling across the console onto Boomerang’s lap in the driver’s seat. Her lips press against his as she severs his seat belt and then reaches for the door handle.

“Run,” is all she says before sliding out the door.

Boomer coughs as he climbs out of the seat and follows the woman. His feet heavy as he attempts to catch up, aware of the shouts and movement behind him.

Donna cuts down an alley as shots are fired, Boomer flinching as it ricochets off the metal of the dumpster he’s running past.

“Move it Digger!” she yells and Boomer dives and rolls when he sees her pointing a gun in his direction. He doesn’t look back when he hears the man screaming in pain, Donna tugging him by his arm as they continue to run from the men. Donna had proven to be far better with a gun than throwing a boomerang, but Digger knew they would need a bigger lead in order to escape.

“What are you doing?” she anxiously questions, as he remains still.

“Just go!” he bellows without a glance. She hesitates, walking backwards before turning and picking up speed. There’s a large explosion as she rounds the corner, and Donna braces herself against the building with worry, the cool brick feeling good against her warm skin. A wave of relief washes over her when Boomer appears wearing a huge, goofy grin.

“I know where we can hide.”

Donna trails after him as he cuts through alleys, her internal compass knew they weren’t gaining ground from the men who’s footsteps and shouts could occasionally be heard as they search for the pair.  He stops outside of a boarded up and dilapidated looking building with a smug expression. He bends down, pulling on the plywood over where the door would be, the material easily moving and Boomer motions her over. Donna steps into the arched doorway and is surprised a door still exists. The street light is gone once Boomer pulls the plywood back into place and unable to see she flinches when she feels his arms secure around her hips but eventually finds herself leaning into him and returning the gesture in the small space. Donna wonders how many times Digger has hidden in this location to evade police.

His hot breath tickles her ear as he whispers, “Just be still and quiet. They’ll never know we’re here.”

Donna fractionally nods, feeling cold when Boomer moves his face away. She drops her head to his chest, letting the steady rhythm calm her as they wait. His arms constrict as footsteps near, Donna tilts her head up and he leans his forehead to hers. Boomer’s breaths shallow, her fingers instinctively curling into his side while the men stop outside the door.

“Any sign of that bitch?”

“Nah, let’s hope Mac’s had better luck or we’re screwed.”

“We should have fucked her up in the alley back when we had the chance.” Boomer presses a soft a kiss to the top of her head at the recollection.

“Wasn’t that the same guy that rescued her?”

“Guess she’s very appreciative.” The men chuckle as feet shuffle away. It feels like an eternity passes before Boomer pulls away. Donna barely making out his form before he moves the plywood and the light causes her to squint. Dragging her by the wrist, Boomer safely escorts her out and secures the spot.

“Did you get what ya needed? Because I’d hate for all of this tah been fah nothin’.” She’s slightly taken aback by the coldness in his voice compared to the tenderness he was showing her mere moments ago.

Patting the deep cargo pockets of her pants and jacket she confirms, “It’s all right here.”

“Aftah this we’re through and tomorrow I’ll find another place tah crash. I don’t care how good of a fuck ya are. This,” he begins with a swirl of his hand, “Stealin’ cars, drugs, and organized crime ain’t me game. I prefer solo.” Donna nods as they cautiously move up the street. Boomer sucks his teeth before adding, “Didn’t even know ya knew how tah steal cars.”

“You never asked,” she murmured and Boomer’s laugh is humorless.

“Of course, doll,” his voice dripping with venom as he fumbles for a cigarette. Swallowing the lump in her throat she stops to look up at him.

“Just trying to keep the romance alive, honey buns.” Boomer’s jaw tightens at her ridiculous nickname. It was an attempt at get a rise considering it was sweeter than normal and didn’t include his name.

“Let’s get rid of this shit so I can get a drink,” he stalks off. She stares at his expansive back, still feeling slightly perplexed by his demeanor. ________

Boomerang rubs the sleep from his eyes, convinced he was imagining it or dreaming but she was still there perched up on the coffee table. His fingers extend to caress the soft plush pink fabric of the unicorn before lifting her up to examine. Pinky’s leg was crudely reattached with dark blue thread, the stitching was uneven and she now resembled Frankenstein or a character from the Nightmare Before Christmas, but she was whole. Looking over his shoulder for Donna, he couldn’t help but wonder what the catch was, but she was nowhere to be seen. Boomer’s brows lower in surprise at seeing a key securely tied around Pinky’s neck with a cream colored ribbon. The key was to his old apartment, the x he had scratched into the surface while waiting on a job made it easily identifiable. Licking his lips as he leans back into the couch cushions and hugs the toy, a feeling of unrest settles in his gut. He finally had Pinky back and his apartment yet he felt as though something was missing. Unwilling to waste any more time searching for the answer and still holding onto Pinky, Boomer stands with a stretch.

Waiting until he lowers her to eye level before asking, “Ya ready to go home?” He smiles as he forces her to nod in response. “Me too, girl.” ________

She wasn’t surprised to discover the empty apartment upon her return. Donna knew it would be easier if she wasn’t there when he woke so she fixed Pinky while he was on his bender, knowing she’d leave it for him on the table in the morning before she left for a walk. Even though it was early, she enjoyed how quiet and serene the city was. Very few people had started the hustle of the day which made the sunrise feel like a special gift and with warm coffee in hand, she was in no hurry to return to the presumably vacant residence. Boomer’s intentions were clear, he wanted out of the apartment and when Penny told her Lunchbox didn’t like the apartment so they were returning to the street, Donna took it as a sign to let him go.

The apartment seemed bigger without the large man, for nineteen days he occupied her space, actually it was a miracle they were able to live together. One of them should have snapped, smothering the other or at least a stabbing, but it overall was uneventful aside from the respective freeze out.

She wasn’t expecting to see Boomer saunter through the door with bag in hand. Kicking the door closed, he holds the bag up, “Thought ya might be hungry? I am cause ya ain’t got a thing 'ere.”

Donna lifts off the couch, hurrying towards Boomer with a leap. He drops the bag, catching her as she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls his face to deliver a passionate kiss. Digger gapes at her before a cocky grin takes over, “I knew…” but he’s cut off by Donna’s finger on his lips.

“Shhhh! Don’t ruin this by talking,” she begs and he chuckles, squeezing her hips to pull her in closer as he walks them to the counter. Donna’s hands slip underneath his shirt, running up the planes of his chest as he kisses her neck. Boomerang moves to her bottom lip, biting as he steps away to pull his shirt off. Donna follows by discarding hers before reaching out, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugging. The Captain rubs her thighs as he repositions himself between them, hungrily licking his lips as he lowers his head to kiss her and smiling against her lips as she bucks her hips. He growls slowly trailing his nose up her jaw to her ear and licking the shell before slowly moving to her neck.

Donna leans back as he brushes his nose along her collar, then descending to her breast. Her nails dig into his scalp as he bites the top of her breasts, arching into his mouth. Growing impatient with his teasing, Donna loosens her grip on his head to reach between them to cup the bulge in his jeans.

“This. Now,” she unabashedly orders as Boomer’s tongue dips along the fabric of her bra. He stiffens when she squeezes his cock again; his eyes trained on her as he holds her offending hand.

“I’ve missed you too, love.” his voice husky as his gaze remains fixed on her.

Donna bites at her lip, trying to keep her composure before challenging him, “Take off those pants and show me.”

Digger swiftly undoes his pants as he steps out of his boots and then slides the garment down his legs before he reaches for her leggings. Donna lifts her hips while he yanks them off. She desperately reaches for him, hands settling on his biceps as he repositions himself between her legs. The large man slowly licks his lips while he teases the head of his cock along her wet folds.

“This?” he asks, filling her to the hilt. Donna moans in pleasure at the feeling of his twitching cock inside her. As if on cue, Boomer pulls back, almost sliding out of her before thrusting forward. “This? Is this what you want?” he growls in her ear between thrusts.

Donna moves her hands to the side of his face as he withdraws and slams back into her. Pulling his lips down to hers, delivering a passionate kiss as he repeats the actions. Releasing him, between gasps of air Donna moans, “Yes! More! Harder!”

Boomer bites his lip, gladly obliging her request, each prod harder than the previous. Her hips bucking to meet his, back arching off the counter and eyes closed while she hooks her leg around him. Fixing his arm under the other, Boomer swings it out slightly changing the angle of his thrusts and hits the spot deep inside, causing Donna to lose control. Her heel digging into his backside while he pumps through her orgasm to his own before collapsing forward, Digger kisses her stomach as he pulls out with a low groan. She idly plays with his curls, smiling when their eyes meet.

“What’s in the bag? I’m hungry.”

Boomer wiggles his brows with his response, “Edible panties.”

“The flavor makes the difference.” she asserts, poorly attempting to keep a straight face. He offers a hand after standing up, pulling Donna upright to her feet.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “They were all out of strawberry. I hope you like Thai.”

“If there’s pad thai and crispy spring rolls in that bag…"she trails off, eyeing him as she warily walks to the sack.

"Oh, there is.” he promises while buttoning his pants. She squeals in delight, retrieving the previously discarded food. Boomerang reaches around the content woman for a roll.

Between bites of food Donna jests, “Ditch those pants, Harkness. If Pinky won’t have your babies, I will.”

Her comment causes Digger to choke on his food. His face growing red as he coughs, wide eyes set on her kittenish grin. She swallows before mouthing, “Nah!”

He exhales. Placing hand to his chest and mustering a look of sincerity, “Ya 'bout killed me there.”

Her eyes wide at the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, “Now I know how to kill you.”

With a grunt he retorts, “Doll, ya got no idea.”

#mine #my fic #trouble #captain and donna #captain boomerang #captain boomerang fic #captain boomerang fanfiction #suicide squad #suicide squad fic #dc #jai courtney #jaicourtneyfic #jai courtney fanfiction #george harkness

[taste-thewaste]

“I’m too tired to reflect,” I mutter as I write an 1100 word post about how I’m feeling ending 2019 and heading into 2020...

I don’t want this to be super negative, but I’m also trying not to be sorry for who I am, so if this ends up negative, oh well.

I’m not a huge fan of New Year’s, mostly because for a very long time I’ve been living my life in a way that I’m not happy with and also I am a depressed piece of shit lol. I don’t like goals, because I’m not a very motivated or competitive person, and when I don’t accomplish them I feel like crap. As 2019 has wound down to a close, my heart’s been at times very heavy and at times lighter. The last few days have brought a roller coaster of emotions, but in some ways, more peace than I’ve known in the past months. Because it’s over, lads. This year is over.

At the same time, this New Year’s is more depressing in some ways because we’re closing out a decade. 2009-2019 was the first decade of my adult life, and it’s been really humbling and hard to think about. When I look back at the last ten years, it’s so easy for me to focus on the fact that I feel like I wasted it. Wasting an entire decade of your life just, is the real way to make you feel like a piece of flaming hot garbage lol. It’s also weird because I accomplished some things that, on paper, look really good. I earned three college degrees in those ten years. I had a master’s degree by the time I was 26.

I thought that by accomplishing those things my life would have ~meaning~ in the existential sense of the word, but...turns out my degrees are expensive pieces of paper, much like everyone else’s. I have yet to do anything with them. My master’s degree sits in its expensive cherry wood frame that my grandparents bought me as a graduation gift. I am still at the same job I was at when I was 17, which sucks my soul out just a little bit more each day.

I failed, in so many ways, in 2019. I gave up on searching for a new job. I told people who care about me that I’ve been looking for a new position this whole time, but I lied. I haven’t applied to a single job in the last year, and I know that giving up isn’t how you find something new. I failed to stop myself from spiraling back into bad habits and coping mechanisms, failed to stop myself from going back into this deep pit of whatever. I should’ve been stronger. I failed to make any positive changes to myself or my person this year.

I failed in this decade of my life, really. I’ve lost the last ten years (and then some...more like 13) to whatever-this-is, this cloud in my brain that covers every day with a haze, that tells me every single day how worthless and stupid I am. It’s not poetic or deep, it’s disgusting and devastating. It’s ugly. It makes me push away people who care about me or spew forth all my feelings at once. It makes me use food to cope or to punish myself. It makes me think, day after day, about hurting myself, and it makes me go through with it. It makes me believe-truly, deeply believe, from the bottom of my heart-that it’s too fucking late for me to get better. I accept responsibility for it. I know it’s my fault, for giving in, for letting it do this, for not getting help ten years ago when I still had the strength to do it. Knowing that it’s my fault and admitting it is almost calming to me. The fact that I’ve been stuck in this roundabout since I was a teenager is sickening to me. I sicken myself, and that’s the ugly truth.

I don’t have a job I’m proud of, I have a terrible relationship with my abusive family, and my body/overall health/life is something I’m not proud of. I’m not happy with the person I am or the life I live.

It’s really, really easy to focus on those things, and I do a lot of the time.

But every day I’m hurtling closer and closer to my 30th birthday, which has always felt like a weird important milestone for me, a time when I should Have It Together. Realistically, I know that everyone’s timeline is different, and I support the idea of smashing the expectation of having your life together by a certain point. For me, that’s just what it’s always felt like.

And the reality is, focusing on how much I’ve fucked up won’t do me any good. I’ll still do it, more often than I should. But it won’t help me feel better, it won’t help me recover, and it doesn’t change anything.

I have a lot of people who love me. This gets lost, all too often, in that haze I mentioned earlier. If you’ve reached out to me, if you talk to me, if you interact with me in some way on this hellsite, please know that you mean the absolute world to me. Please know that there are some of you who’ve stopped me from making a very bad, very permanent decision. Some of these people aren’t on here anymore, but I still keep in touch with them; some of them I talk to every day. I’m grateful for this community; I’m grateful for my IRL friends; I’m just grateful for Rocketman and this fandom, period.

I have a lot of decisions to make and a lot of changes to make. It scares me, and I still don’t believe I deserve to get help; I still think it’s too late for me. I hope that changes, because I can’t keep living like this and rationally I know that good things lie on the other side of this. I need to find the strength to just make tiny, baby steps because thinking about the big journey is too overwhelming for me.

I know that 2020 is just a calendar flip, and that this whole thing might seem dramatic or gratuitous. But I have to believe that this next year, this next decade, will find me in a better spot than I am now. I have to believe, just the tiniest bit, that there might be more for me than right now. Please be patient with me. Thank you for sticking around, and I promise I will, too. I sincerely wish all of you the very best that 2020 has to offer.

Cheers. <3

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MIKEY’S PERSONAL BLOG 76, November 2017

“With persistence, courage and the willingness to learn and grow, we are often capable of achieving far more than anyone - including ourselves - might ever have expected.”               The Confidence Gap by Dr. Russ Harris (p. 244)

On Monday morning, I had a full body aromatherapy message by my friend and workmate Shannon Currant who is currently completing her Diploma of Beauty Therapy at Chisholm Institute of TAFE in Berwick. I was honestly really grateful that she asked me to participate in her assessment because a) Hello! Who doesn’t love a free message? and b) I really wanted to help Shannon out. After filling out a questionnaire and consent form, I was ready to go.

Unfortunately, we had to deal with loud construction vehicles working outside which was literally shaking the whole building. But once I was on the massage table, it didn’t bother me as much. Plus the soft chimes and swamp noises playing through the speakers was a welcome distraction. I thought that Shannon did a really good job, making sure I felt comfortable and relaxed the whole time and asking me if the pressure was okay. She was very professional about it and I’d be happy to participate again if she needs me.

On Monday night, I went to an RPM class at YMCA Casey ARC in Narre Warren. My emotions were still running pretty high after receiving an unexpected message on social media. It seems that I truly can’t handle criticism or anyone having a go at me because reading that message hurt me so much. And I had to admit that I’m partly to blame for this. I fuck things up without intending to but it was a sign that I need to cut the cord and let go. So I decided to do the mature thing and own my shit. It’s time to take responsibility.

Tonight’s class was vital for me in releasing these intense negative emotions festering within me...anger, guilt, hurt, shame, depression, disappointment. No matter what anyone thinks about me, I have to keep focusing on doing what’s best for me and looking after myself instead of wallowing in self-pity and playing the “Poor Michael” violin. I can’t let other people stop me from living my life nor can I please everyone. All I can do is learn from my mistakes, apologize, hope they accept it and move on.

Despite this emotional storm going on inside my head, I was pleasantly surprised with how well I did tonight. There were seven tracks from several older releases. The fitness instructor Janine who was filling in for Claire recognised me when I walked into the cycle studio and immediately I felt a little better about myself. I pushed myself over 130 RPM which I haven’t done in a very long time during the racing sections and up to 90 RPM during the internal training sections. It was pretty much giving a big FUCK YOU to all the negativity that’s been holding me back in my life. https://www.lesmills.com/workouts/f...

On Tuesday morning, I visited Bunjil Place for the first time since it opened last weekend. It was designed by Francis-Jones Morehan Thorp and cost $125 million dollars to build. The architecture both inside and outside the building is very impressive. There are major influences made to Aboriginal art, culture and past history. Bunjil itself literally means creator deity and is represented by a wedge tailed eagle, which the building is shaped like from an aerial view. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunji...

There are also some throwbacks to the styles of Art Deco and Art Nouveau with the use of spiral staircases, large expansive curves, block rectangular forms in the windows and simple, clean lines. The combination of natural materials such as the abstract timber sculptural forms in the foyer, dark grey woolen carpets and plush leather/suede seating works really well as does the use of large glass panels around the entrance. This maximises the amount of natural light coming into the building and provides spectacular views of Fountain Gate.  https://www.bunjilplace.com.au/abou...

The facilities inside of Bunjil Place are all ultra-modern and state of the art. These include an 800 seat performance theater, a 200 seat studio space, a 350 seat function centre, art galleries, meeting rooms, a multi-level library, a cafe, an outdoor plaza, an open foyer and customer service centre. It is a major improvement and necessary upgrade compared to the now outdated council buildings over the road. https://www.bunjilplace.com.au/venu...

On Tuesday afternoon, I had a formal one on one consultation with my potential new personal trainer Abhishek Ashokkumar from Silverback Training Co.. We spent most of the session talking about past experiences, who I am as a person, my short term and long term goals, what I want out of my training and how I’m going to get there. It felt good being able to express myself, be honest with Abhi and unravel what I truly wanted from the complex depths of my mind. My fitness journey so far has been a turbulent roller-coaster ride but I have no regrets and I wouldn’t change any of it.

Honestly, I’m still in a state of transition right now and buried beneath a massive “What If?” cloud when it comes to where I want to head next. Most of that is being able to let go of the past and confront the fear of change and uncertainty of the future. But otherwise I walked away feeling assured that Abhi could be a good fit for me. He is highly knowledgeable, no bullshit, funny, passionate, caring and training clients for the right reasons. There’s also no pressure to make a decision either way nor do I have to worry about any dreaded lock-in contracts. Certainly a lot of pros and green lights there. Now, I just have to be ready to start. https://www.theyardfitness.com.au/

On Tuesday night, I attended a nutrition seminar at YMCA Casey ARC in Narre Warren. It was just a small intimate gathering of five people inside one of the training rooms on the pool level. Nutritionist and Dietitian Marnie Nitschke facilitated the seminar, talking about whether things like coconut oil, probiotics, A2 milk and activating nuts are good or bad for your health. She also discussed the top 10 trendy diets, explaining what evidence each of them had and why they don’t work. These included Sarah Wilson’s I Quit Sugar diet, the Paleo diet, the Detox Diet, the Blood Group diet, Raw Food diet, High Carb Low Fat diet and the 5:2 diet. http://www.everydaynutrition.com.au/...

The biggest problems with these diets are the lack of scientific evidence, not being sustainable in the long term, are missing key nutrients that are needed for the body to function correctly and are usually far too restrictive and unrealistic. It all comes down to having a balanced diet high in plant based foods plus eggs, fish, nuts, yogurt, cheese, milk and meats. And everything else in moderation. Nobody should feel guilty about eating a slice of cake or a chocolate biscuit, just don’t eat the whole packet in one go. https://www.caseyarc.ymca.org.au/wh...

Because the seminar was running slightly overtime, I was a few minutes late getting to my Body Combat class but thankfully I didn’t miss too much. Took me a while to get into the rhythm and not feel uncoordinated but eventually I got there. Cinamon mixed the tracks up again, putting in a Braveheart battle theme with a bow and arrow movement and The Prodigy’s Spitfire which included lots of dynamic lunges and side kicks. I always seem to walk away from a combat class feeling like I worked hard and that I really enjoyed myself. https://www.lesmills.com/workouts/f...

On Thursday night, I caught up with my friend Amy Amy in Thornbury. Getting off at Croxton station, I walked down Darebin street and met Amy at a pizza restaurant called Il Pizzaiolo. Thornbury is not an area I’m very familiar with but I was well prepared with directions in my head and in my pocket. I love admiring the older styled houses that are still preserved including Californian Bungalows, Queen Anne and Federation. I noticed that there were quite a few political posters up for the upcoming local election as well as support my marriage equality.

The Il Pizzaiolo is a traditional Italian pizza restaurant and for the most part, I had a very pleasant experience there. I decided to play it safe and order a Margarita pizza as the other options weren’t very appealing and were difficult to understand let alone pronounce. We then walked around the block to the SPAN Community House Thornbury in Clyde Street for the Om Chanting Circle class. There’s nothing that says getting out of your comfort zone by being in a new suburb, a new venue and meeting a new group of people.

As expected, my social anxiety was pretty high initially as meeting new people is a huge trigger for me. But eventually it did simmer down. Once I’m able to feel comfortable in the space and recognise that these people have good intentions, then the anxiety doesn’t have as strong effect on me. And the truth is that the people in this group were all friendly, kind, loving, compassionate, non-judgemental and open minded. Pretty much the types of people I need to be around more often.

The Om Chanting meditation class was facilitated by Paul “Paulie” Daniele. Red plastic chairs were positioned in a circular formation with two chairs in the center forming an inner circle. Essentially we had to chant om continuously for 40 minutes. That prospect for me was pretty concerning as I wasn’t sure I could last that long. But the good news was that you can take a few seconds to recover before breathing in again and knowing that everyone can go at their own pace. I did find that my throat was straining at times but that’s probably because I’m not used to doing it.

It was a really beautiful experience. During the reflective discussion at the end of the class, I described it as being inside a towering cathedral with a large choir of people all chanting together. You can literally feel the vibrations and the energy generated from the sounds we were all producing. There was a large range of harmonic frequencies that could be heard during the meditation from deep brassy tones to high pitched angelic-like tones. Very much brought my back to my days of studying Physics back in VCE.

Overall, I’m really glad that I made the effort to travel all the way out to Thornbury to see my friend Amy and to experience a different form of meditation than what I’m used to. Getting home was unfortunately a major hassle as I had to deal with replacement buses from Caulfield to Dandenong. Things went smoothly until I was forced to depart at Clayton station and was essentially left stranded there waiting for another bus. Getting close to Midnight, I didn’t want to take my chances waiting around for a bus that may never arrive. My gut instinct told me to call my parents to pick me up and that’s what I did. Thankfully I got myself home safe and that’s all that matters really. https://www.facebook.com/mindfulbod...

On Friday morning, I went to a Body Pump class with Gina at YMCA Casey ARC in Narre Warren. It’s probably been about six months or so since I last did a Pump class as I was already doing on-going strength training with my PT. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done any sort of weight lifting so I knew going in that I was going to be pretty rusty and needed to go easy on how much weight I should be putting on the bar. It really didn’t take long before I started to feel the burn and the muscle soreness in my arms, shoulders and lower back.

It was really lovely of Gina to give me a greeting as I really didn’t expect her to remember me let alone my name. She also pointed out that I was the only guy in the room but this didn’t bother me. I’m used to being in female dominated fitness classes. We did a combination of deadlifts, rows, back squats, overhead power presses and shoulder lifts with the barbell and some bicep and tricep curls with the hand weights.

There were a few times I struggled to keep up especially during the bench press sections and I even had to skip a few reps to recover but I did what I could. We also did some squats and lunges, core crunches and yoga stretches to finish the class off. https://www.lesmills.com/workouts/f...

“We were talking about the love we all could share. When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love. With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew. Try to realise it's all within yourself. No one else can make you change.”  The Beatles - Within You, Without You (1967)

“Child-like. No one understands. Jack knife. In your sweaty hands. Some kind of innocence is measured out in years. You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears. You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me.” The Beatles - Hey Bulldog (1969)