#a civilization of thieves and freaks

[takaraphoenix]

The Rogues have a code.

That much probably most people know, they even had it on the TV show.

The thing is, the code shifts throughout the different Flash runs and also depending on what writer is in charge.

Originally, the code was very simple, very straight forward. Three rules.

1. Don’t kill. 2. No drugs. 3. The score comes first.

It’s so simple and I genuinely love, love, love it. No killing, just theft. Good. No drugs; no dealing with them, no taking them yourselves because you gotta be clear-headed to do the job. Double good. The score comes first. That doesn’t mean nothing else matters, it actually means that you can’t let yourself be distracted by personal feelings like revenge.

Quite frankly, the last rule is the first one the writers kicked out. The Rogues get written very revenge driven for a while. But they amend it by adding another rule and honestly that’s okay, I love that rule.

4. The Rogues take care of their own.

Meaning they avenge each other’s death, but also that they break each other out of prison. It’s basically the foundation of “The Rogues are a Found Family” and that’s my favorite aspect about the Rogues so this rule is important to me.

The next rule to be kicked out is the first rule though. Because for reasons I genuinely can not grasp, the writers wanted the Rogues to be murderers.

They didn’t have to be. There’s enough other villains going around, killing people without a second thought. The Rogues, as a group, could have literally just remained thieves. It would actually also make so much more sense in the larger continuity of things, for them.

But no, rule number one changes into “Only kill if it’s either you or them” - which is fair enough, society at large does have that rule too, it’s known as “self defense”. And then it turns into “Don’t kill speedsters”.

AND THE WRITERS STILL MANAGE TO BREAK IT AND I’M MAD.

So we’ve reached the point this post is really about. It’s about how the Rogues have an honor code. And how cool that actually makes them. And how the writers continuously fuck that up by rewriting the honor code and stripping the Rogues off their honor to the point of having them murder a child in cold blood.

The Rogues kill Bart Allen. Not even in the heat of battle. He’s walking away from them and they shoot him in the back. Mark Mardon, Leonard Snart and Mick Rory murder a freaking kid.

I’m not entirely sure how age works in the DC universe just yet, seeing as Bart is a grown I would guess 19 year old-ish guy by now but none of the Rogues have aged a day. The youth keep growing; Teen Titans and Young Justice all become adults, but the adults kind of all remain the same age.

Either way, to the Rogues, Bart Allen is a child. They even make a show of pointing that out before they kill him, noticing that this is not the last Flash or the original Flash, that this is a kid.

And still, with the “threat” of prison - just prison, nothing more serious than that - the Rogues murder Bart Allen and I’m sorry but that’s the most OoC thing I have ever read in all of the Flash issues and runs so far.

The Rogues, who played games with Barry Allen. They never wanted to kill him, they even say so themselves in canon. That they always expect Barry to outrun them. It’s a game to them, trying to outwit but not murder the Flash.

And the Rogues and Wally West? They’re friends. They have barbecues pool-side with each other in their civil attire, Wally attended Lenny’s retirement party.

But Bart Allen, the youngest Flash, him... they just... murder. Because they don’t want to go to prison. When going to prison and breaking out again is literally just what they do, all the fucking time.

The way the writers backtracked on the Rogues’ honor code and kept writing them more and more murderous and with less and less morals, to make them - I don’t know - more edgy or whatever is so frustrating.

Because if I wanted villains without remorse or care who just murder for the fun of it, I would be reading fucking Batman comics.

I am, however, specifically reading Flash comics because I want the colorful thieves who steal but also save the city if push comes to shove, the thieves with a heart of gold who don’t kill but all have the capacity for redemption in themselves as shown in canon repeatedly in the past.

This is... the worst character assassination I’ve ever witnessed in DC and I’ve seen some serious nonsense at this point.

#The Rogues #Rogues #The Flash #The Fastest Man Alive #Bart Allen #Leonard Snart #Mick Rory #Mark Mardon #Phoe Reading DC #DC Comics

[artsykip-drabbles]

Started playing Skyrim last night and started thinking about what if Sun and Moon were Isekai'd into Tamriel.

The citizens of Skyrim would be very wary or morbidly curious and want to open them up and see how they tick because they have a living, functional robot in front of them that is centuries more advanced than anything the Dwarves made. They'd also be like. Super worried about them in towns because the only experience anyone has with robots is being chased and murdered to death by hulking metal beings with sword, crossbow, and hammer arms that breathe steam like a dragon.

On Sun and Moon's end they'd just have this whole existential crisis. Not even 24 hours ago they were chasing Gregory around in one body but now THEY'RE being chased through the woods in separate bodies by a bear, something they mistakenly thought would be friendly because they know Freddy. There's people wandering around in full metal or leather armor. Everyone is armed. Magic exists; Sun learns that the hard way and the twins are escorted to the College of Winterhold to learn how to wield it so they don't accidentally blow themselves up. Sun learns fire magic and Moon ice magic.

They see Argonians and Khajiit and the mer and are utterly confused. Sun probably mistakes someone for Monty and scoops them up in a hug, which results in spitting, kicking, yelling, and a dagger to the chassis. It didn't quite register in his head that these are organics not robotics, No that Is Not Monty.

I see Moon being very dexterous with a sword, quickly learning how to disarm people so that he might send them on their way without needless death. The same cannot be said for Grelod the Kind, he murders that bitch in a heartbeat. Sun is horrified by it but honestly agrees, but maybe there could have been a civil way to end that. (There isn't.) This gets the Dark Brotherhood on their asses which is something neither of them are pleased with.

I see Sun being adept at alchemy because he keeps picking flowers everywhere he goes; his satchel is bursting at the seams with tundra cotton. Nobody needs this much tundra cotton. I also see him getting his left arm ripped off in that first encounter with a bear. Moon outfits him with the arm off a Dwarven sphere. He invents rubber and insulated electrical wire out of spite. Probably gets assistance in that regard from Calcelmo or Sorine. Honestly I just like the mental image of Sun with a crossbow arm that has been altered to have a functional hand on it as well, like some kind of ancient Transformer. He can switch between the two modes with ease. They have to stock on Dwarven oil and either figure out how to synthesize it themselves or hope to God the ruins never run out.

I've got a Khajiit Dragonborn named S'orad Dar and he probably gets dragged into these shenanigans somehow. Sun and Moon tell him their story and he honestly has no choice but to believe them because where in Oblivion would technology as advanced as this come from? The Dwarves are extinct and nobody has been able to figure out how to replicate a freaking Dwarven spider, the simplest of the automatons.

At some point S'orad is sick of their shit and goes drinking with Sam Guevenne, (the Daedric Prince Sanguine, if you've never played TES) and Sun and Moon have to run across Skyrim trying to figure out where they've gone. They find a clue in the temple of Dibella in Markarth and have to run around fixing everything. This just means you get to have the mental image of Moon running away from a giant while carrying a goat. How they don't die during all of this is a miracle; the giant can one shot them with it's club, they gotta fight a Hagraven, and then when they finally get to Morvunskar they gotta fight their way through a handful of skilled mages. They find S'orad drinking with Sanguine in the myriad realms of revelry. They chat for a bit before everyone is sent back to Tamriel with the Sanguine Rose in tow.

S'orad himself is a member of the Thieves Guild but neither Sun nor Moon know about that until, due to time restraints, S'orad has to complete their task and skedaddle back to Riften. Sun and Moon scold him the entire time trying to explain that there's more moral ways to pocket some coin. When faced with the counterpoint of Sun and Moon being utterly broke whereas S'orad can actually afford a house, they begrudgingly stop arguing about it.

Honestly I just want Sun to lose his shit and murder Mercer. I hate Mercer with a passion. They're neutral to mildly disdainful towards the rest of the guild because they don't agree with their method of acquiring coin but otherwise they haven't been outright offended. Mercer tried (and failed) to kill S'orad and therefore must pay with his life.

At some point the twins learn that, oh shit, this cat is the Dragonborn. What's the Dragonborn? Someone that can devour the soul of a dragon, making it permanently dead. They are the only person that can fight Alduin. Akatosh threw these bumbling idiots into S'orad's life to encourage him to actually Do His Job and kill Alduin. Sun and Moon get to go home after the World Eater is dead. S'orad is distraught.

Sun and Moon returning to the Pizzaplex is like. They're two separate bodies still. Sun still has a Dwarven arm. Both of them are dressed head to toe in protective gear and both of them look like they just crawled out of hell. And let's be honest they did, Skyrim is a harsh land. They can't use magic anymore though, that simply isn't possible in this plane of reality. Management is utterly baffled. It's been months for Sun and Moon but in Management's eyes it's literally been one night, what the fuck happened? Sun and Moon explain, and once again people are honestly forced to believe them because there's no way they'd be able to construct an entire animatronic shell, durable armor, and replace Sun's arm in one night, as well as dirty themselves up that badly. Or they don't believe them and blame Monty for damages. They can't explain the armor or the new shell and split personalities.

"You look like a fireball went off in your face!"

"A fireball did go off in my face."

"...what?"

"What?"

#sun and moon shenanigans in skyrim #i was literally thinking about this all night i just had to post it somewhere #the brainrot is strong with this one #fnaf daycare attendant

[obscure-imaginations]

Character List

Characters I write for. Cut for space.

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LEGACY OF KAIN

Kain. Raziel. Turel. Dumah. Rahab. Zephon. Melchiah. Vorador. Janos Audron.

THE BAND GHOST

Papas 1, 2, 3, and 4. Alpha, Omega, Mist, Aether, Dewdrop, Cowbell, Swiss, Mountain, Rain, Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine ghouls.

LEGO MONKIE KID

Sun Wukong (Monkey King). Six-Eared Macaque. Red Son.

RED DEAD | GUN

Red Harlow.

Arthur Morgan. Bill Williamson. Kieran Duffy. Dutch van der Linde. Orville Swanson.

Colton White.

SKYRIM

Civil War: Ralof. Ulfric Stormcloak. Galmar Stone-Fist. Hadvar. Legate Rikke.

Thieves Guild: Mercer Frey. Brynjolf. Delvin. Vex.

Dark Brotherhood: Cicero. Gabriella. Nazir.

Dawnguard: Isran. Serana. Harkon. Valerica.

Solstheim: Teldryn Sero. Ralis. Neloth. Frea. Miraak.

EVIL DEAD | SLASHERS

Ash Williams. Cheryl Williams. Kelly Maxwell. Pablo Simon Bolivar.

Jason Voorhees. Bubba Sawyer. Michael Myers. Ghostface.

CIRQUE DU FREAK | SAGA OF LARTEN CREPSLEY

Larten Crepsley. Gavner Purl. Mika ver Leth. Arra Sails. Seba Nile. Paris Skyle.

THE GODFATHER

Santino (Sonny) Corleone. Frederico Corleone. Michael Corleone. Constanzia (Connie) Corleone. Tom Hagen.

DOOM

Doomguy. Marauder(s).

APEX LEGENDS

Bloodhound. Caustic. Fuse. Mirage. Revenant.

UNDERTALE/AUS

Sans and Papyrus of: Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Horrortale, Mafiafell

Bonely Hearts Club (all 10)

Undertale: Toriel, Asgore, and Mettaton

Underfell Mettaton

Underswap Napstabot

(More may be added)

#info

[nifolution]

Dirty Secret 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Mutant Reader

Summary: A two year relationship kept in the dark. Will it survive? An unexpected arrival puts it to the test. The choices ahead can make them stronger or destroy them.

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, insecurity, betrayal, cheating, smut, fluff, arguments, Steve being a jerk, stupid Steve, fighting, jealousy

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 1st & 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

Chapter 1 Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

Steve wouldn’t tell me where our 1st date would be. I wasn’t sure what to wear so I went with a casual yellow dress. He asked me to meet him in the parking garage.

When I arrived, he was standing by his car waiting. Shit, was I late? His stunning smile assured me I wasn’t.

Steve opened the car door for me. Then ran over and got in himself. “So, are you ready to go?”

“Yes… Where are we headed?”

Steve smiled and indicated to look in the back. On the rear seat was a folded blanket and a picnic basket. An actual fucking picnic basket. I had no more questions.

Steve drove for a while, I wasn’t sure the exact destination. He stopped the car seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Trees all around, no sign of people or civilization.

He opened my door and helped me get out. Grabbing the basket and blanket, he asked me to follow him. As if I’d say no.

After only a minute we came to a clearing. It had lots of plush grass, dandelions and wildflowers. The birds were chirping and I could hear water not far away. It was so romantic. I couldn’t stop smiling. How did he find this place?

Steve laid out the blanket. Giving me a great view of his behind. He offered me a seat before settling himself. I watched as he started pulling out the food he prepared.

Steve took out a few containers and bottled water. One container had celery, carrots, and hummus. Another had cheese and crackers. The last contained grapes, strawberries & three Oreos. “Dessert,” he explained. The last items he took out were two, slightly smooshed, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I laughed. “Sorry, I’m not much of a cook and the kitchen wasn’t stocked.”

“No, this is great. You did a good job.” And I meant it. Smashed sandwiches and all, this was wonderful.

He smiled at me again. Oh…that smile. We began eating and conversing. I tried not to let the jitters get the best of me. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure this was real.

Steve noticed me rubbing my bracelet. “Hey, I wanted to ask, why do you always wear this?” He held my wrist, caressing the pink and purple woven jewelry. “I’ve never seen you without it.”

“Um, yeah I don’t take it off.” I continued to let him touch it. “Back when I first got my abilities, I worked for a PI who specialized in missing persons. I was proud of that job. Sneakily stealing files and information, even from police. And when possible, rescuing lost people. Lacey made me this bracelet after I took her from her abductor. She was only nine. We got to her before she was hurt.” I couldn’t help tearing up at the memory. “My job ended when my boss was killed. I lost my apartment and my livelihood. I needed money so that’s how I fell into the whole thieving thing.” I looked off, embarrassed. I know Steve knew that part, but I still hated admitting it.

“We all make mistakes, Y/N. You used what you had to get by.”

I turned back to Steve, “I want you to know I’m grateful for the chance you’ve given me. I know I’m not a soldier or an assassin or a genius or a hulk. I’m just me, a freak of nature.“ A poor substitute for the people that left, in one way or another. I kept that part to myself. "But I will keep working, I want to be good enough to join. I want to be an Avenger.”

Steve held my hand, “You’re more than enough. I can see your potential, Y/N. That’s why I push you so hard, so you can see it too. I know you can do this.” He smiled at me reassuringly.

“Thank you, Cap… er, Steve.”

His smile fell, “Um, look… I feel like I need to apologize again for the other night. I lost control. I’m your captain and I crossed a line I shouldn’t have.”

“Then why did you?”

Steve met my eyes, “Because I wanted you.” He took a deep breath, “But I began to worry about hurting you or scaring you off. I’d rather have you as a friend, than not have you at all.”

“Is there a rule against us dating?” God, I hoped not.

“No, but some may frown upon it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“That’s the last thing I feel around you.” I suddenly felt emboldened, “You can have me, Steve. You can lose control with me, I want you to.”

Steve broke the eye contact, deep in thought. After several minutes of staring at his shoes, he broke the silence. “Have you… have you told anyone about our date?”

I was slightly confused why he was asking, “Um, no. I was too nervous. I didn’t really have anyone to talk about it with anyway.”

“Do you think that maybe we can keep things between us for now? See where this goes before we let anyone else know.”

“I see,” I said apprehensively.

“You know how the team loves to be in each others business,” he continued. “We could avoid the gossip and meddling.”

“Ok, just us,” I agreed. I didn’t want anyone thinking less of Steve for being with me. I’d rather have him in secret, than not at all.

We toasted with Oreos and continued talking, enjoying dessert. I watched him chewing on a strawberry. He was growing his beard out. He looked so handsome, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and touching it.

“Does it bother you?”

“I like it,” I assured him. “It suits you and makes you look sexy as hell.”

His ears tinged pink and he smiled, “If you like it, then I’m definitely keeping it.”

I continued stroking his beard, he caught my hand and placed soft kisses on it. Now I was blushing.

“Do you want me, Y/N?”

“Fuck yes!” I practically launched myself at him, smashing my lips to his.

He kissed me back, pulling me onto his lap. My dress hiking up with the action. He began playing with my hair. Getting a good grip, he pulled just enough to send shivers down my spine. Kissing and biting my lips, hands roaming every inch of me, my whole body felt electrified.

Steve gently tugged the top of my dress down exposing my chest. His hands massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples. It was naughty being out in the open like this. It only added to my arousal.

I screamed in surprise as he suddenly flipped us over. He was now hovering above me, smiling and stripping his shirt off before diving back in. He took his time fondling, kissing and sucking each breast. I moaned in pleasure, hands in his hair.

My breathing became erratic when Steve slipped his hand into my panties and started gently playing with my clit. Running his fingers through my folds, “So wet for me.” He kissed me hard, before pushing two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. He continued kissing down my body. Sucking and biting his way to where his hand still toyed with me.

I was on fire, heart pounding, aching for more. My toes started to curl, the tension in my belly unbearable, I was so close. “Please, Steve.” I whined embarrassingly loud when he suddenly pulled away.

He chuckled, sucking his fingers. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” he slid my panties down my legs and pocketed them. “I just want you to come when I’m inside you.

I went a bit light headed watching Steve opening his pants and pulling them off. He was big, more than I expected when feeling him the other night.

Steve repositioned himself between my legs. I went to reach for his beautiful cock, yearning to feel the velvety skin in my hand. The adonis above me had other ideas. In one swift movement, Steve collared both my wrists, pinning me to the ground. Fuckkkkk. And here I was thinking I couldn’t be more turned on by this man.

Steve would later tell me that even though it was day, at that moment he could see the subtle glow of my body. It’s how he knew I was ready for him.

He kissed me deeply and bit at my neck. Releasing one wrist, Steve grabbed his length, teasingly rubbing himself through my wetness. His husky voice whispered, “You can take me, can’t you pretty girl?”

I smiled and bucked Into him.

“So eager. But I need you to use your  words Sweetheart.”

“I need you inside me. Please fuck me,” I desperately begged.

Steve smiled devilishly. Slowly pushing himself inside me, my slick walls welcoming him inch by inch. Once fully seated, we shared a gentle kiss. He releases my other wrist with the praise, “Good girl.”

The tenderness ended there. Steve began thrusting into me at a brutal pace. He felt amazing and the grunts and moans he made only heightened the euphoria I felt. My entire body embraced him, nails digging into his back. Holding on for the wild ride.

The kisses were now rough. All teeth and tongue. Steve growled into my mouth as he took what he wanted. Pain and pleasure beautifully mixed, any coherent thoughts I had left were pounded away.

The coil in my belly once again wound unbearably tight. I couldn’t hold it anymore. My legs shook as an intense orgasm washed over me. My head was thrown back and my light flared brightly.

As I came back to myself, I noticed Steve stopped moving and stared at me. I froze, embarrassed. Shit!

Steve locked eyes with me, panting “That was so fucking hot.” He pulled me in for another steamy kiss before pulling out of me. “Turn over,” he ordered.

I bit my lip and eagerly obliged. Yelping when Steve slapped my ass. Then mewling when his long arm wrapped around me and he rubbed my aching clit, running his fingers through my soaked folds.

His other hand gripped my hip tightly, sliding his manhood back in with ease. “Say you’re mine, Sweetheart."

"Yours,” I breathlessly replied. And I meant it. I would forever be his.

The rest of the date passed in a sex fueled haze. I think I may have passed out at one point. But as high as he made me, Steve was there holding me after, bringing me back to earth with soft kisses.

The sky became beautiful shades of orange and pink. The birds were still singing. Steve held me tight in his arms. It felt right, it felt perfect. Steve was perfect. The location was perfect… I would cherish those grass stains forever.

I never did get my underwear back.

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It was thrilling at first, sneaking around. Having this secret relationship with a teammate. It was sexy and romantic. It wasn’t forbidden, but hiding it made it feel that way. Just the right amount of wrong to make us crawl back for more. It felt special, hot, kept us on our toes.

Steve was an attentive and passionate lover. The sex was incredible, electric, addictive. He would pull orgasm after orgasm from my body, leaving me dazed and feeling like jelly, walking funny the next day. He was intoxicating, had me completely under his spell. I tried my best to keep up and show him just as much attention, if not more.

Most of the time we fucked like animals, rough and demanding. Steve loved being in control and I was too happy to let him lead. It was like we had this insatiable hunger that couldn’t be satisfied until we were alone. The buildup of secret glances and touches throughout the day made it so much better. Having to hold back, made each night more explosive. We’d just go crazy on each other. When Steve was feeling particularly bold, he’d whisper dirty things in my ear when the others were around. Well, that usually led to quickies in nearby closets or his car. The risk of getting caught a huge turn on. What a rush.

Other times it was slow and intimate. Like we had all the time in the world to enjoy exploring one another. He would take me apart then put me back together with his embrace, his kisses, his sweet words. He would hold me after, leaving lingering kisses on my head, telling me he loved me. Sometimes Steve and I would just lie in bed, cuddling and talking about our days. That was my favorite. I loved him completely.

We cherished having this level of privacy, this secret place just for us. He was mine and I was his and there was no reason to involve anyone else. That bubble we had continued to grow to Steve’s room. It was our own paradise. My powers made it easy to sneak into his room without being seen. Or to orb out to a date. In the bubble, he belonged only to me. I didn’t have to share him with the world.

Nowadays everyone shares everything on social media. Every aspect of their relationship, and every breakup. I can understand why he wanted to wait to tell our friends. If we didn’t work out, things would be weird for all of us and may jeopardize the team dynamic. The secrecy kept the pressure off of us. No obligations except to each other. We didn’t have to prove anything to anyone.

Steve is making love to me, my face cradled in his large hands, staring intensely into my eyes, telling me he loves me again and again. This was all that mattered, this secret moment. This was my choice, my place and I never wanted to leave.

Chapter 3

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst

[minim236]

Fluffy request

Miyako throws Baldwin a surprise family birthday party.

Given the tensions between Baldwin and Mathew I would imagine that it would be after the third season where everyone could gather together and have a good time.

Surprising Baldwin was not an easy task. The man had more eyes and ears than M.I.5, networks that not even the family knew about.

So when Miyako wanted to throw her father a birthday party, she knew she would need everyone in on this to help.

"Are we going to war?" Marcus asked, seeing a board out with plans.

"What? No, it's father's birthday." Miyako said.

"He's what? 2,308?" Gallowglass tried to recall, "Around that?" Miyako nodded.

"So, I am throwing a surprise party." She announced.

"You can't surprise your father. Not even Philippe could," Matthew told her, "Even when you think you're five steps ahead, he's already thought of those steps."

"Which is why I need everyone in on this. You, for example, will use your children to distract him." Miyako said and Matthew nodded.

"You want us to use the twins to distract him?" Diana asked, "It cannot be that serious. It's a birthday party."

All the vampires just looked at her. Baldwin had spies everywhere, especially on his own family.

"How do you think he knows when to email you? Or that you haven't read them," Marcus said.

"Oh, and know that if anyone spills, you face the pain of death." Miyako finished after giving out their duties.

"She's his kid," Chris muttered under his breath, looking at the list of supplies he, Miriam and Marthe needed to get.

Gallowglass said, "How much chaos do you need? I can stir up a few old mates in Belfast."

"Perfect!"

"I'm sorry, we're going to reignite a civil war to distract him?" Diana asked,

"Not the whole war, just a few fights that freak out the British government, which distracts Baldwin," Miriam explained.

"A war is the only thing that will keep him busy," Verin said.

.....

Baldwin was having a weird few weeks. His family were most definitely up to something. But then he couldn't focus on that because Becca and Pip wanted to play and he couldn't deny them.

But then there was a fight between some new IRA and Orange order members and Gallowglass almost killed a protestant.

Oh, they were most definitely up to something. He just hoped it wasn't something that would put his head on the chopping block

.....

"He's on his way." Matthew said to his niece, his voice lowered, "I don't know how much longer we can keep him at Les Revenants, the twins are getting tired,"

"Matthew, I'm going to be a Sept-Tours, give Diana my regards," Baldwin announced, grabbing his coat.

"Wait!" Matthew said, "Um, I'll come. Help me sort the twins out."

"I would like us to spend more time as a family, catch up. In fact, why don't we walk, show the twins the grounds? Remember how we all used to do that? With Hugh, Stasia?" Matthew said.

Baldwin furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay. Why not?"

"Miyako has been acting strange. As has Marcus and Gallowglass." Baldwin said as they were walking.

"You know those three. Thick as thieves." Matthew said and that merely piqued Baldwin's suspicions that his brother was in on it. He kept an eye on Marcus more than anything.

As they approached Sept-Tours, he saw the multiple vehicles parked outside.

"Let's go inside, it seems as if the family is all here." Matthew smiled.

When they approached the main ballroom, Baldwin realised exactly what was going on.

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled as the door was opened. The ballroom was decorated beautifully.

"Oh, this all wonderful," Baldwin praised, "Thank you cara." He kissed and hugged his daughter.

"No problem." She replied, "You knew this was happening, didn't you?"

He squeezed her cheek, "Yes. But I appreciate a well-thought stratagem. I raised you well, and I'm thankful."

"Wait, so I had to deal with the English for nothing?" Gallowglass asked.

"Yes, but it was very entertaining. Watching you all attempt to lie and run around like headless chickens was the real gift," Baldwin said, "And Eric, if you wind up your Catholic mates again, I will bite you in front of everyone."

"Happy birthday father," Miyako said.

#adow fic #baldwin montclair #miyako de clermont #marcus whitmore #gallowglass de clermont #a discovery of witches #all souls trilogy

[glimmerglanger]

in the woods, somewhere

So, I’ve been spit-balling an obikin idea over on Discord (so if this sounds very, very familiar to anyone, that’s why). I’ve just been thinking a lot about a knights-n-magic fantasy au that would feature crown prince Anakin and trapped fae/elf Obi-Wan, political intrigue, fae contracts, and so on.

The general idea is that King Qui-Gon rules the land of...hm, let’s go with Coruscant He had two older sons, but no one really talks about what happened to them. They’re just… no longer around. He won’t talk about them, and certainly no one else will break the silence.

The family is just him and his youngest - and sole remaining - son, Anakin, for as long as Anakin can remember. There are servants and guards, of course. And there's... Obi-Wan. 

Obi-Wan isn't a servant or a guard or a royal. Qui-Gon says he's a guest, every time Anakin asks, and he just rolls with that explanation. He doesn't look strictly human. Sometimes, in the right light, the shadows fall very strangely on his face, and there’s something wrong about the shape of his ears. No other person has eyes the same color as his. 

But Anakin grows up used to him and doesn't think very much about his oddness. Certainly he doesn’t notice at first how deeply sad Obi-Wan seems, hanging out in the palace gardens and staring yearningly at the horizon, and always wearing these strange, thin, iron bracelets. Qui-Gon does tell Anakin he's never to take the bracelets off.

The one time Anakin brings them up, he gets in a lot of trouble, and doesn’t understand why. It’s one of the few times he recalls his father being legitimately angry with him. 

At nine years old (thereabouts), Anakin starts telling people, including Obi-Wan, that he’s going to marry Obi-Wan someday. It made sense to him. Obi-Wan is preternaturally lovely and kind to him and seems very sad and surely he'll be happier if Anakin marries him. Obi-Wan treats the childish promise very seriously, due to the way Anakin made it, taking the bundle of wild flowers and rowan leaves that Anakin offers him with severity that makes Anakin feel good.

A tutor immediately tells him he can’t do such a foolish thing, and Anakin replies that he'll be king someday and can do as he wishes, then. The tutor gives a scowl and goes to tell Qui-Gon.

...and things go very unhappily for a bit. Anakin is told never to say such foolish things again and forbidden from even seeing Obi-Wan for a time. When he does catch glimpses of Obi-Wan he seems unwell and sadder than usual, and Anakin thinks its his fault, so he stops bringing it up, eventually all but forgetting he ever even went through such phase, though, of course, his interest in Obi-Wan’s strange and unchanging beauty changed as he grew into a man.

He has a pretty alright childhood, as these things go, aside from these few bumps. Things go badly wrong, though, at some point. There's an attack on the neighboring country of Naboo. Qui-Gon heads off to help, they've got treaties, after all. Anakin's chomping at the bit to do some fighting, too, so he goes along.

Qui-Gon doesn't make it back.

Anakin comes home - Naboo successfully defended - as King. He's lowkey - highkey - freaking out about it. Mourning his father. Trying to weather all these sudden changes. It's a comfort to find a single piece of normalcy when he gets back and Obi-Wan is the same as he ever was, the same as he's been since Anakin was old enough to remember, he never changes.

Anakin feels like none of his advisors are taking him seriously. They still treat him like a child. He's maybe projecting how worried he is about screwing things up onto them. Palpatine is around, giving him bad advice as grand vizier.

But Obi-Wan listens to him. Obi-Wan has always listened to him. Even when it was Anakin showing him bugs or a bird’s nest or whatever! And he's got a lot of experience. And no real position in court, so Anakin can talk to him about his worries and stress without worrying about it being used against him later.

And he's so pretty.

Court intrigue ensues. There are odd happenings, here and there. Things that have recurred occasionally through Anakin's childhood. Incursions from strange things from the great forest to the north.

Obi-Wan always has cryptic things to say about these incursions. Some of the older people in court give him sharp looks when they happen. A few murmur curses under their breath or make signs to ward off evil when Obi-Wan passes.

But no one is willing to tell Anakin what Obi-Wan’s deal is, even after he's King. They tell him that it doesn't matter, or lie and say they don't know. They just insist that Anakin MUST keep the iron bands in place.

....Anakin doesn't particularly like being ordered to do things

Still, maybe he would have, if Obi-Wan ever asked him to outright remove the bands. But he doesn't. Just gets wistful and sad when Anakin asks about them. And after someone tells Anakin what to do again, he snaps and decides they're coming off.

Anakin takes them off and drops them onto the floor, one after the other, and Obi-Wan...just stands there for a moment, breathing unsteadily, arms outstretched, trembling a little, staring at his freed skin -- burned black beneath the iron. Anakin stares at the damage and wonders how it could have come about.

He's a little distracted from asking about it, because there is a sudden.... odd silence stealing through the palace. Like the world is holding its breath. He looks around, trying to figure out what's going on, and there's a sensation of movement, a brush of touch across his mouth, and when he looks back, Obi-Wan is just gone.

And people are screaming something about the forest, panic in their voices.

By the time Anakin reaches the battlement, he can see that the trees are...moving? Shifting? As though many things are moving under them.

Someone demands to know where Obi-Wan is, grabs Anakin when he doesn't answer right away, asks if he took the damn bands off. Anakin shrugs, because he doesn't understand what's happening, and there is despairing cursing. Someone tells him he doesn't know what he's done. 

He finally gets a council pulled together. And someone finally, haltingly, explains that Obi-Wan has been in the castle since Qui-Gon was much younger. Only recently King, stepping into his father’s position, a man with two sons and a growing kingdom.

There'd been...problems. With the folk of the forest. What folk, Anakin wants to know, because he's never heard of any folk living in the trees. They're empty. Barren.

No, one of his advisors tells him, they've just been waiting. Held back. Because Qui-Gon managed to find a way to protect them all, to keep them safe. The folk of the forest left them be while they held Obi-Wan. Left them alone for decades.

Anakin has to process that his oldest companion was, apparently, either a hostage or a prisoner or....something, while his advisors bemoan the fact that Anakin freed Obi-Wan and doomed them all, no doubt.

Anakin doesn't understand why they were fighting in the first place. They tell him stories about the folk of the forest being murderous and soulless, thieves of children, vicious, bloodthirsty.

He points out that Obi-Wan didn't really seem like any of those things and they claim it was the iron, the touch of it tamed him. There are a few men who remember when Qui-Gon dragged Obi-Wan back from the woods.

He was a wild thing, they say, all tangled hair and gnashing teeth, biting and scratching as they held him down, arms and legs pinned to cold stone, and closed the bands around his wrists. Civilizing him.

Anakin has nothing but their word to go on, though he's confused as to why the folk of the forest would leave them alone just over one person. No one gives him a straight answer about that. They're like who knows why they do anything? We have other things to worry about! Like the fact that they're probably going to attack us!

There are some very concerning sounds coming from the forest. Storm clouds building on the horizon and whispers stealing in through the wind.

Anakin decides he's going to go find out what's going on, over many, many protests. He does, eventually, agree to take a small army with him. His most trusted knights and warriors.

And they ride into the woods, which seem....unwelcoming in a way that Anakin has never known them to be. He sees moving things, always out of the corners of his eyes, hears noises, feels the branches scraping along his helm and his shoulders.

They're very deep in the woods when someone notices that the trail behind them is gone.

They try to find their way back, to no avail. Try to find water and have no luck. Someone climbs a tree to get a look and the forest seems....much much bigger than it should be. There's no sign of a border.

Anakin listens to the news with the hair rising on the back of his neck, turns around at the cool prickling of it, and barely gets his sword up in time to block a blow.

He doesn't recognize the warriors closing around them. They almost blend into the trees, all in greens and browns and creams, fast and silent, a blade an inch away from one of his knight's throats when someone - a familiar voice - orders it to stop.

And Anakin almost doesn't recognize Obi-Wan when he turns to look.

He's shed the robes and linens he wore in the city, revealing his skin and the whorls painted - maybe tattooed, Anakin can't tell - across it. The tips of his ears look different, his eyes look brighter. His teeth, do, perhaps, look sharper.

There are still bands of black around his wrists.

And he wants to know what, exactly, Anakin is doing in the woods.

Anakin says he just wants to know what's going on, why Obi-Wan left. Why he was....really there in the first place.

And Obi-Wan considers him. He's known Anakin for so long, known him since he was a giggling child who loved petting the castle's cats, a youth frustrated when he didn't learn things as quickly as he wanted, a new and unsure king.

Obi-Wan tilts his head to the side and tells him he won't like the story.

Anakin rolls his eyes, ignoring the very real threat in the air all around them, and reminds Obi-Wan that he's always liked Obi-Wan's stories.

Obi-Wan stares a moment longer - he doesn't seem to blink anymore - and finally agrees to talk to Anakin. Alone. The rest of them are to throw down their weapons. Anakin agrees over the protests of his knights and warriors, who are vehemently opposed to him going over with one of the fair folk.

Anakin really hates being told what to do. He throws down his sword and follows Obi-Wan down a path through the trees, aware that people are watching them from the edges of the path, from the branches of the trees.

Obi-Wan eventually climbs up onto a tree stump to look at him, and asks what he's been told about why Obi-Wan was in the city. Anakin lays it out, far too impatient to think about lying, and Obi-Wan snorts out a laugh.  

And tells a very different story, built on the same general bones. There was conflict between their people. Many years of it, as Anakin's predecessors slowly moved into the area. The disagreements worsened when one of Qui-Gon's sons fell in with a practitioner in the dark arts, and engaged in open aggression against them.

Things boiled over. Both sides took losses. The son died, on a battlefield, dark magics failing him.

And perhaps it would have ended there, but it didn't. Qui-Gon grew furious about the death of his son. The battles grew more serious. Anakin's people had not expected the force of the fair folk. They wanted to end things.

Qui-Gon ended them by dragging Obi-Wan off a battlefield. Stealing him away. Not content merely to grant him an honorable death. Binding him with iron. Keeping him from home and hearth for decades.

And when Anakin still can't understand why they'd care so much about Obi-Wan, he shrugs and says that perhaps Qui-Gon wanted a prince for a prince.

Anakin asks what Obi-Wan is going to do now, then, and Obi-Wan says that will depend on their conversation. At which point he stiffens and demands to know if this was all a ploy, then, to distract him, before pointing out the smoke on the horizon.

It turns out that the kingdom has started trying to burn the woods, attacking without Anakin’s orders.Anakin tries to convince Obi-Wan that he wasn't involved in the sudden attack. But even if Obi-Wan believes him, the rest of Obi-Wan's people are not going to be as trusting....

In fact, they don’t believe him at all. He’s King, and a King answers for the actions of their people. The guards with Obi-Wan get very intense about potentially executing Anakin, and Obi-Wan asks if they are truly suggesting causing any harm to his betrothed? 

If they are, he says, he’ll be forced to take steps to...resolve the issue.

Anakin thinks he's bluffing, at first. So do the other fae folk in the area. But a small ritual reveals that there is a betrothal pledge in place, a contract between them. Obi-Wan’s folk subside, grips easing off of weapons, leaving Anakin unharmed.

And, later, when they're alone and people are reluctantly offering Anakin the treatment he should get as Obi-Wan's betrothed, he asks how Obi-Wan did that, why he did that. 

Obi-Wan smiles at him, eyes sparkling, and tells Anakin that he did it, does he not remember? The offer of flowers and the leaves from a certain tree? Obi-Wan only accepted them. Anakin made the offer.

Anakin, shocked and trying to process this all, blurts something about how it can't be true, they haven't even so much as kissed. And gets an amused look for his trouble, before Obi-Wan puts a hand on Anakin's cheek, rocks up onto his toes, and kisses him, shifting back a moment later while Anakin is just staring at him, heart racing.

Obi-Wan says they have not the time to discuss it, at the moment, but he would not be opposed to a wedding on the winter solstice. Anakin can only ask why, still dazed, and Obi-Wan winks at him, tells him it is, after all, the longest night of the year.

Anakin sets that thought aside. There is a lot of other stuff happening. He needs to process the fact that the fair folk exist, that Obi-Wan is one of them, that he was kept a captive by Qui-Gon, that his own people are staging an attack without his permission….

He sends scouts to find out what is happening and eventually finds out that Palaptine has taken steps to convince everyone that Anakin is ensorcelled. 

So they've got to fight, and it probably takes some time, there's lots of worries about betrayal. Discussions of what it felt like for Obi-Wan to live so long among humans. Discussions of what he actually is like. Anakin already had...feelings, and they’re getting increasingly more complicated by the day. 

Anakin eventually asks about the iron bands and what the hell they did. Obi-Wan explains that they...cut him off. Made him feel as though he'd lost a sense or a limb. And hurt, always. Left him feeling like ants were crawling under his skin, like his bones were afire inside, for decades.

Anakin brushes his thumb across one of the dark lines that will - apparently - not go away. Asks how Obi-Wan didn't go mad, in such a situation. Obi-Wan says maybe he did - certainly, some of his people say he's gone mad, standing up for Anakin, trusting him - and Anakin shakes his head. Dares to curl his shoulders down while drawing Obi-Wan's wrist up, pressing the softest of kisses to the inside of his wrist, over the mark, with an apology on his lips for the sins of his father.

The first time they’ve kissed since Obi-Wan spoke of their betrothal.

Obi-Wan makes no protests, when Anakin trails kisses down his forearm. His breath hitches, instead. And perhaps Anakin would have continued, certainly he wanted to, were they not interrupted by more news of the fighting.

They are drawn apart. The fighting wages on. Eventually they find out Palpatine was the one who gave Qui-Gon the idea to bind Obi-Wan in such a way, had his own plans, and is trying to seize power. There are some battles. Obi-Wan makes it clear that he never wants to be contained by iron again. But does something incredibly reckless, anyway, probably to save Anakin, and ends up captured.

Everything comes to a head in a final brawl, probably in Anakin's castle, where he corners Palpatine, who orders Obi-Wan dragged in and he's... limp but not unconscious, unable even to pass out, because Palpatine put him in a shirt and pants of iron chainmail.

His eyes are huge and full of agony, his cheeks streaked with tears, but his jaw is clenched shut, holding in any screams that try to escape, as he refuses to give Palpatine the satisfaction.  

Anakin snaps and manages to win the fight. He pulls the iron off, whispering words of comfort as he does. Obi-Wan is alive but fading quickly, passing out in Anakin’s arms. His people take him back, hoping they can treat him, and Anakin is left to pick up the pieces of everything broken while he was away, not even knowing if Obi-Wan survived.

Weeks pass.

They turn into months.

There are no further attacks from the fair folk. The harvest comes in. Anakin looks to the side, often, expecting to see Obi-Wan there, as ever he has been, and he is missing. He feels as though he is in mourning, and receives, eventually, an offer of marriage from the ruler of Naboo…

He sets it aside, though all his advisors tell him he should accept it, though he was very fond of Queen Amidala. He promises to consider it after the turning of the year, haunting the halls of his own palace as the days get shorter and colder.

It is nearly the darkest part of the year, when word comes of a delegation arriving from the forest. Anakin rushes out to meet them, finds them riding the strange, horned horses they favor. Finds Obi-Wan, sliding from his mount, looking wan and tired but alive and warm when Anakin grabs him and pulls him close, asking what he is doing, why he’s come

And Obi-Wan says that he could not very well miss his own wedding, could he?

#obikin #my writing #swords and magic and elves oh my #no major warnings #mentions of canon typical violence #less than wonderful qui-gon #some kissing #happy ending

[peachybitch17]

IT Tangled au

*a small gift for @s-oulpunk after I saw an anon ask about a Tangled au and since I’m a god damn sucker for Stenbrough and Tangled au’s I couldn’t stop myself so... hope you like it @s-oulpunk*

-For all his eighteen years of life, Bill was always kept in a tower deep in the woods and far away from any civilization as his father, Robert Grey puts it wanted to keep him safe from someone stealing his 80 ft long hair to hold his powers for their own

-Still Bill can dream of going outside to see the lanterns that only appear on his birthday every and as his raccoon friend, Richie, sometimes encourages him to break the rules with him always chickening out

-Stan “Robin” Uris is one of the greatest thieves/conmen in the land of Corona but slips up one day stealing the crown of the lost prince

-When Bill finally gets the courage to ask Robert if he can go out to see the lanterns with him he’s once again dismissed with Robert saying he’s too weak, naive and gullible to even see the outside world and Bill is once again disappointed

-Meanwhile Stan is being pursued by squire Beverly Marsh but after tricking her into getting trapped underneath a tree trunk he makes his way to a tower in the middle of the woods where he’s meet with frying pan in the face by Bill who can’t believe he’s seeing another human being besides his father but freaks out with the only hiding place he think of to stuff the body is in his closet

-When Robert comes back Bill manages to convince him that he can be left alone for three days to get paints in town and decides to tie up the could be dead but not really dead stranger with his hair and have Richie wake him up

-When Stan comes to his senses he wakes up to find himself tied up with...hair fucking weird til he sees the person who tied him up is a cute boy with golden long hair around his age and a raccoon

-After some demands to be let go Stan and Bill introduce themselves and make a deal: Stan takes Bill to the outside world or he never sees his satchel again

Stan:Wait, shit my satchel, where’d you hide it?

Bill:I hid it in a place you’ll never find it.

Stan:It’s in that vase isn’t it

Bill: *hits Stan with frying pan again*

-Now Stan, Bill and Richie are on a journey with Bill finally seeing the outside world both being scared as shit and excited as fuck. Somehow they both know that some crazy shits gonna happen but whatever it is their ready for it

#it 2017 #stenbrough #bill denbrough #stan uris #pennywise #richie tozier #tangled au #beverly marsh #s-oulpunk #I hope you like it

[0aurelion-sol0]

SNK 134: Why we need to move forward.

Well...

That's horrifying...

Oh but whatever they are probably bad people in there. Thieves, greedy people, hateful mothers, men who beat their wives , liars, bullies, killers, murderers, rapist, child rapist and racist babies.

Yeah...

This is a rhetoric that has been used for ages and is currently being used in this fandom especially on reddit and 4chan.

The justification of injustice.

When George Floyd was slammed on the ground and died because he couldn't breathe anymore, conservatives and republicans at large ignored the police brutaliy leading up to that.

He was just a cocaine or drug addict who one day pointed a gun at a pregnant lady. So he was a criminal and deserved that.

Of course ignoring the racial segregation that happened from the very legalized slavery hundreds of years ago and how poor and racially stigmatized black people are being in America right now.

When the Uyghurs are being genocided by China, the world blinds itself because China is one the worlds necessary assets in economy as it basically produces a good chunk of what is being used in the world. Most made by children, " but it makes us live "... Apparently that's the only logical reason...

When Palestinians and Israelis are literally killing each other over some complicated non sense that no one ever really understands and also Israël basically doing Apartheid at this point,

When the totality of the Middle East has turned into a warzone because of the United States's violent imperialism,

When most far right or extremist group decided that Islam and Islamic terrorism are the same thing,

When xenophobes and racist always attack immigration,

"If she wasn't wearing that skirt, she probably wouldn't have been raped",

When we have homophobes, transphobes, LGBTphobes, telling us what's natural and always bragging about "\___-_-___/ God, Holy Jesus",

When you have people who tells you that poor people chose their way of living when there are a small percent of billionaires and soon to be trillionaires having such a gigantic amount of wealth,

When 6 millions Jews were genocided which was 40% of Jewish people at the time and 2/3 of European Jews,

When the prime minister of Israël is saying that the Holocaust wasn't Hitler's Idea but Haj Amin al-Husseini, (who was extremely anti semitic, don't get me wrong)who suggested it to him maiking the prime minister a revisionist but at the same time making his actions against Palestinians justified,

When around the world Christianic places of worship are being vandalized,

When entire SYSTEMS of segregations have made societies work,

When the South American continent has been attacked by the United States because of different political beliefs,

When people use their rape as a way to attack other communities of a specific religion or color,

When Black Panthers uses racism against White people because of the story of USA and are being anti semitic but essentializing a whole group,

When Nationalistic Israelis tells you what is a good Jew and what isn't a good Jew,

When dozens of groups have been forced to extinction,

Natives who were being murdered, yeah? YOU DON'T SEE THAT A LOT IN YOUR COWBOY MOVIES ?

When literal "feminist" calls for the destruction of men while they can't educate the kids about what to do and what not to do, OH, can also be transphobic apparently,

When you have entire websites who encourages pedophilia,

And pedophiles killed, left alone and live a life of endless torment while no one does nothing to help them and fight those who encourages it even in the highest places of our society,

Oh and Hollywood, that's all I need to say.

And let's not even talk about animal brutality and the destruction of ecosystems.

And there is more and more and more and more and more and FUCKING MORE,

All that because of reasons, reasons, reasons, reasons,

All stuck in a cycle of hate, violence and discrimination that just never ends.

The selfishness,

The greed,

And at end, everything is meaningless. There is just blood.

This is what this chapter represent the meaningless of it all. How everything goes to shit...

How everyone, whether it's the oppresor or the oppresed, will justify the violence, the injustice.

Society does nothing cause society right now runs for the entitled and the entitled only and creates it's own monsters.

I want to ask those people who defend the rumbling.

After everything we saw in this manga, after what the real world has commited, after how much these real events have inspired this story, how can you say it was the only way ?

After everyone hided Hange valuable informations including Eren who had information about KRUGER who was a spy in MARLEY. Who has created a civil war in Eldia and activated the rumbling while killing Eldian civilians in the way.

After seeing the mental breakdown of Bertolt, who we don't hear about anymore, Annie and Reiner's mental breakdown over GENOCIDING AN ENTIRE GROUP OF PEOPLE, by the way Reiner totally didn't develop another persona at that time to cope with what he was doing, HUH ?

After all the deaths, Carla, Grisha, Dina, Faye Marco, Levi's squad, Ymir, Erwin, Sasha, Hange, Hannes, Floch and many others, how can you go and be like "CHAD EREN, BEING DADDY, FUCKING HIS MEAT WAIFU, PHILOSOPHER FREEDOM SEEKER"

"104th crybabies... xDdDDDD Prfrpfr"

Come on...

This isn't serious at this point.

And for the H character, we're gonna come back for her but...

GODDAMNIT!

THANK YOU, DEATH.

This has sparked debates.

Some are thankful for this speech by the commander.

Others are finding it disingenous.

Others think it's too on the nose and not natural.

Others don't care.

On my part, I enjoy it but I take it with the context. Most of their airships have been destroyed and they are facing their doom upfront right now. It's more of a death plea at this point. Just like in the cave with Histor... GOD IT'S SO HARD SAYING HER NAME... with Historia who said truly horrible things at the point of an imminent death. At that moment, words like this can tell what you really are inside but even that is not enough to have a full picture.

It did have some interesting elements.

It is true, using, raising, breeding hate and shoving problems upon a group will always come bite you up the ass someday.

Marley in their extensive and violent coloniaslistic, imperialiatic behavior towards Eldia creates only weaknesses for them on an international field and create this monstruosity that is right now Eren.

Eren, a soldier who suffer from trauma and PTSD, who has terrible insecurities and everything to lose after losing so much and possibly in my book being influenced by another entity decides to kill them all.

But...

In no way does that justify Eren's actions, in fact it goes against it.

He is just as angry and hateful as they were back then but instead of destroying the system, he decides to genocide.

Essentializing the whole world as your ennemy and problem, and deciding to get rid of it is just continuing what has been started and continued for hundreds of years before.

No one ever thinks about the simple families, the innocent children, the homeless...

What about them Eren ?

What about the people who faced discrimination like Ramzi ?

What about the other groups that are almost extinct just like yours ?

What about the groups that tried to support the Eldians but were considered freaks ? HUH ?

What about the babies and innocent children ?

Isayama is even spelling it out for you this chapter.

Is he not worth it ? To stop all this ?

He was born into this world just like every other baby.

Look at that while everyone, is trying to jump off, their trying to save the baby. Even if it's probably impossible. That's humanity right there.

And... jesus christ...

I literally saw people who said that the mother was dumb to give it to the people because titans were behind them.

I can't even...

Imagine if Eren is the daddy of H's Baby and that he completes the genocide, killing his friends or even persuading them and at the end he is saying you are free to this baby.

So this baby is worth more than this baby ?

He is more legitimate to live than him.

I can't even imagine what the arguments would be like with the Eren stans:

"He's protecting his friends."

While literally challenging them to fight and right now trying to kill them.

"Well, you know the Rumbling is horrible but they got what was coming for them. They did nothing to help Paradise."

While forgetting the complexity of human nature, how banalization of these acts of violence have come to be BECAUSE...

These just like me and you are just simple people. With simple lives and not too much power who can't do anything about it.

Most of the people today sees all the suffering in the world, they just don't have the power, nor the will to go against such complex geo-political conflicts.

Would you be able to just resolve the Israelo-Palestinian conflict ? I don't think so, so shut your ass down with this argument.

These people can't change the world with power that they have and the one that has the power to change that, is killing them right now. BRAVO.

" Well, uh, the child is a child, parents might be racist and uh... child maybe is racist or will become racist..."

God...

Just because someone has done horrible shits or is an horrible shit doesn't mean he should die like this.

Here it is people, how we work as human :

Fuck redemption and possible solutions, let's kill everyone who did something bad.

Y'all would have been perfect during monarchies time.

And like... having an argument on a baby should face genocide is just fucking disgusting.

AND DON'T GIVE ME THE BULLCRAP OF FICTION DOESN'T EQUAL REALITY!

That you are interested into what could bring the Rumbling in terms of thematics and story is fine.

BUT ENDORSING IT ?

Do y'all even hear yourselves sometimes ?

You just sound like every racist, bigoted, fascist and violent person that has ever existed.

You're just excited to see someone die because he commited something wrong, sadistic pricks.

You're no different. Perhaps the guy who was talking to Grisha in chapter 97, who was a Marleyan and gave serums to Eldian is right. When he was talking to Grisha, Isayama use it to break the fourth wall and talk to the readers.

Why do we watch this, all this violence ?

" Because it's fun!"

" People take peace for granted!"

" Of course we're abnormal in society's eyes."

" We wish to exterminate all eldians!"

" Your sister did nothing wrong. Shame she was an Eldian!"

The fun fact is that this guy is a racist fuck but he dies pushed by Kruger and killed by his very own creation: a titan.

Why do people endorse genocide ?

" Because it's justice!"

" They got what was coming for them!"

" Isayama is just showing us that genocide is not really wrong if you just understand the concept of morals. Puritans."

" Humanity can die, they deserve it!"

" I'm sad for Ramzi, he didn't do nothing wrong but you know... maybe he didn't have good ideas about Eldians."

While also saying why children could deserve genocide. \____@-@____/

Of course I found most of these on Reddit and 4chan, the nazi propaganda website. Tumblr is a little free of it.

Babies....

Literally babies...

That remind me of somethin'...

OH YEAH!

QUEER NO MORE.

*put gloves on*

PUUUUUUUSSHH!!! COOOOOOOMMEEE OOONN!!!!

Breathe...

I SEEEEE THE HEAAADDD, IT'S HEREEEEEE!!!!

Natalie, bring the bucket, quick!

Of fuck she shitted on herself a little bit!

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So ?

Y'all like my fanfic ?

It's about how Erehisu is canon and how Historia is actually thinking about Eren right now because she is blushing.

But also about how Historia actually looks good and sexy while being pregnant and how she looks so happy!

She also is a lesbian that turned straight.

I'm so proud of my work.

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In all honesty...

This is... dissapointing and an insult to Historia fans. Why ? What is the purpose or the reason ? Being tragic ? To show how far Historia can go to protect her loved ones ? A female Eren so ?

I always leaned towards the fake pregnancy even if I don't know how something like that could be really pulled. I didn't understand this choice for his storytelling. The others I understand but this one...

O_o

What the fuck ?

So she really is pregnant ? But nothing leading up to it makes sense.

The character whose thematics still rings too much true for this arc is put in the background and as a breeding farm on top of that.

It even came to a point I started people to stop asking about her.

I had faith in her presence in the final arc. That she would have a role play.

But now ?

/\/\/\

For people who don't understand why this aspect of story is wrong, we have to break it down.

First off, Historia one of the first queer characters with Ymir in SNK. Others are suspected but these two are the few that holds a definitive representation as queer.

Most often in media or in real life, LGBT people have been forced into a situation that requires them to fall under heterosexuals lives. Here Historia is forced to be pregnant, yes in a way she agreed because of her people, but at the same time she didn't really want it.

For queer people, like me, this still rings true. Too much true. People literally forces you to go for your opposite sex everytime, to have a family.

No, stop forcing your view of your own life or desire of life on other people.

The fact that the fandom rationalizes that and says that she is happy and in love with Eren is just so fucking weird.

It either is blind ship following, heteronormativity or not understanding the story.

And I saw people saying she might be bisexual. This doesn't change anything. Also ignoring the fact that she hasn't shown any attraction to men other than women in the story.

If she is bisexual, it doesn't change anything, she is still queer. Not semi-straight AND EVEN IF SHE WAS A WOMAN WHO HAPPENED TO BE STRAIGHT, SHE IS STILL FORCED INTO SOMETHING SHE DID NOT WANT.

Bisexual is not semi-straight, semi-gay.

It's bisexual.

Bisexual, Straight and Homosexuality are not the same thing.

And if she was straight, that doesn't make it acceptable. It's just sick.

Just because you're a straight woman doesn't mean you are going to be more happy or have god like duty to have kids.

I just don't understand it...

A manga who was so progressive with his female characters reduces Historia to this.

Imagine...

Just imagine...

Eren is the father. I would shoot myself in the face. A forced straight relationship at the end for the pleasure of shonen readers and heteronormative readers.

" What if I have baby, Eren ?"

" Only if it is from me. I want him to live and have FREEDOM!"

" It's open bar, honey." *saying this after hearing the guy says he's going to genocide which goes against her own values and actions as queen*

Ew... Just ew...

And even worse she wasn't supposed to give birth right now, she was supposed to give birth in a few months.

She could DIE. SHE IS 19. This is dangerous.

Everyone is like this is normal.

THIS IS NOT NORMAL. *sigh*

This goes against what she is supposed to have as a character development.

The fact that she would be okay for genocide while as a queen she reached out to the most weak and in need is fucking incoherent.

No. This doesn't make sense. Even Eren said that Historia's action as a queen were to help others. How could she be okay sitting at her house ? Telling no one about what Eren was going to do ? And becoming a breeding farm ? What is the logic in that ?

Why make it suspicious than ?

The only thing that was able to make any logical sense to me was that the person we are seeing here isn't Historia.

I know if my theory is right, it's sick, even more sick.

The only times we saw Historia after the timeskip was during flashbacks, the reveal at 107 and possibly at the end of 123.

If this is her at the end of 123, I want to ask you why is she all prepared, why is she all dressed up and why is she wearing the same clothes in 134 that she is wearing 107. Something doesn't add up.

She is young, small-petite, blonde and her belly and face are hidden.

I was only able to go through the theory that this is a fake Historia. Than who it is than ?

Well, I searched for female characters who look like her or who could look like Historia right now. From all the characters that we haven't seen coming coming back and that has interacted with Historia, there is only one.

Rico Brzenska.

For those, who don't remember her : She was a Garrison Member who helped Mikasa and Eren during the Trost Arc and also helped Historia while she was exhausted during the Clash of the Titans Arc.

She hasn't appeared ever since the start of the Return to Shiganshina Arc unlike many of the older characters.

She is the only one I see who could pass as Historia I think.

I know this is still sick. But this is the only way I would be able to make Historia get out of this crappy storyline and play some relevance in the story. And if we look at Rico and Historia in 107, they kinda look the same. They have the heart shaped face, they are both small and they both have this sort of closed eyelids.

One line that just stuck with me of Rico was:

"Hiding/Lying about Eren's rampage in the report wouldn't have benefited humanity. "

This was during Eren's trial before joining the Survey Corps. What was discused was when Eren lost control of himself during the Trost Arc and attacked Mikasa.

The second line that struck was the one where she holds Historia who is exhausted in her arms:

"Wow! Who is this girl, is she okay ?"

I don't know why it just pushed that theory. And I kinda believe it now, because no one can make me believe that there is something satisfying coming out of this. Why would she sacrifice herself for Historia ? Well, I don't really know but Rico was always a little wary of Eren, even after the Trost Arc but yeah ultimately for Rico being able to give her own life for Historia. I don't know about that. But with this manga you never now. It is a very dark and twisted theory but this is the only logical thing I can see right now since no answers have been provided.

Monkey is BACK

Zeke is back and like most of us predicted, Eren dragged him with him. And I'm not gonna lie, the way he was attached to the spine was pretty badass.

He is used as a puppet which reinforces the theory for me that all three of them: Eren, Ymir and Zeke are being used by the Attack Titan.

I cannot understand Eren's illogical behavior especially after seeing the train scene where he says he wants them to live long happy lives and than having him kill his friends.

Ymir the first being free and having eyes to returning to having no eyes just like before and Eren.

And Zeke would have never agreed to the Rumbling. And we can't see his eyes either.

And...

Thank you, 104th for existing.

Because...

After how much shit they have gone through and after how much the fandom, not just the Eren stans, have mocked them. Like the fandom has been the biggest asshole to the the Alliance while they were the ones who were able to survive through the sentence " Genocide is wrong!" that so many people seems to find to be so hard to say.

I will root for them until the bitter end, I don't care. They are the one who are fighting. You can call Cringevengers all you want but I am glad they are winning.

They all suffered like Eren but they didn't prioritize their own and only feelings above everything else and they stood by for the values they fought for since they joined the Survey Corps. Even if I have to admit they have, for most of them, conflicted feelings with what they were doing and have done things like trying to talk to Eren while it's obvious he wasn't going to talk and that in a situation like this I don't think someone would try to stop Eren by just talking.

Levi, and it would be foolish to not recognize it, is being consumed by his promise but he is restraining it and still is able to think about the bigger picture.

There's one thing I really like about this is Armin asking Eren:

"Eren... I'll ask you one last time... "What part of you is free" after we rip you out from there... "

Hehe... yes... what part of you is free ?

To be honest, there's many things I don't want for the ending.

A Lelouch Ending, it was all Eren's plan. Literally wouldn't make sense. No one would be questionning his free will and he wouldn't have these weird shits happening to him.

A Code Geass ending, why would Mikasa have to kill Eren, what does that add to her as a character ? More tragedy ? No she doesn't have the scarf, it's pretty telling what place she's at right now.

Eren being the daddy. NO, JUST NO.

Everyone dies, genocide is the right thing. You know all the worst shit that can happen.

But most of all I want important plot points to be explored and moved over because ever since the timeskip, there has been no important plot points out the way. Eren's behavior, Ackertalk, Bertolttalk, Historia's Condition, Paths stuffs, answers!

Whatever... Trust me Peace is not something I take for granted. Being proud of myself and having a life with the least conflict and problem is something you fight for. Having rights, being recognized as a human.

Never lose that, fight for it. But never with injustice, be smarter and stronger. Cause at the end what unites us is not only what we have in common but what the perspective of what we have not in common can make a bigger picture of what we are as humans. We all are different and have a different story with similarities but in the end, we are human and born into this world. And in that, we must move forward. In the present, because of the past and for the future.

We all wish for the problems to go away but if it's for the solutions to be rigged with injustice, it will not work. No one has acheived with genocide and never will.

It's kinda sad that this long of a post has to say this. Did y'all see that ? Pretty inspiring what I wrote. Oh well you know what ? If they can be bigoted why can't I myself.

Here's a song I wrote:

(Fuck everyone and you.

We hate women

There are only 2 genders, the breeder and the breeded.

Everything is degenerate.

We hate brown, Arab and Muslim people.

Genocide is cool

And Hitler was too.)

I know but you know what, at least if they want a spy for Nazi Germany someday. They'll know not to give it to me because I'd laugh at the stupidity of the people just like you and I are doing with the rest of world cause for all the shits it gives us, it's entertaining.

#shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan #aot spoiler #snk eren #snk spoilers #snk rant #snk thoughts #snk 134 #aot 134 #snk chapter 134 #eren jeager #historia reiss #zeke jaeger #armin arlert #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #the attack titan #rico brzenska #tl;dr

[niffala]

Dirty Secret (Pt. 2)

Warnings: Angst, insecurity, smut, some fluff

A/N: Reader insert version found here. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 2

Steve wouldn’t tell me where our 1st date would be. I wasn't sure what to wear so I went with a casual yellow dress. He asked me to meet him in the parking garage.

When I arrived, he was standing by his car waiting. Shit, was I late? His stunning smile assured me I wasn't.

Steve opened the car door for me. Then ran over and got in himself. "So, are you ready to go?" 

"Yes… Where are we headed?"

Steve smiled and indicated to look in the back. On the rear seat was a folded blanket and a picnic basket. An actual fucking picnic basket. I had no more questions.

Steve drove for a while, I wasn't sure the exact destination. He stopped the car seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Trees all around, no sign of people or civilization. 

He opened my door and helped me get out. Grabbing the basket and blanket, he asked me to follow him. As if I'd say no.

After only a minute we came to a clearing. It had lots of plush grass, dandelions and wildflowers. The birds were chirping and I could hear water not far away. It was so romantic. I couldn't stop smiling. How did he find this place?

Steve laid out the blanket. Giving me a great view of his behind. He offered me a seat before settling himself. I watched as he started pulling out the food he prepared. 

Steve took out a few containers and bottled water. One container had celery, carrots, and hummus. Another had cheese and crackers. The last contained grapes, strawberries & three Oreos. "Dessert," he explained. The last items he took out were two, slightly smooshed, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I laughed. "Sorry, I'm not much of a cook and the kitchen wasn't stocked." 

"No, this is great. You did a good job." And I meant it. Smashed sandwiches and all, this was wonderful.

He smiled at me again. Oh...that smile. We began eating and conversing. I tried not to let the jitters get the best of me. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure this was real.

Steve noticed me rubbing my bracelet. “Hey, I wanted to ask, why do you always wear this?” He held my wrist, caressing the pink and purple woven jewelry. “I’ve never seen you without it.”

“Um, yeah I don’t take it off.” I continued to let him touch it.  “Back when I first got my abilities, I worked for a PI who specialized in missing persons. I was proud of that job. Sneakily stealing files and information, even from police. And when possible, rescuing lost people. Lacey made me this bracelet after I took her from her abductor. She was only nine. We got to her before she was hurt.” I couldn't help tearing up at the memory. “My job ended when my boss was killed. I lost my apartment and my livelihood. I needed money so that’s how I fell into the whole thieving thing.” I looked off, embarrassed. I know Steve knew that part, but I still hated admitting it. 

“We all make mistakes, Marison. You used what you had to get by.”

I turned back to Steve, “I want you to know I'm grateful for the chance you've given me. I know I'm not a soldier or an assassin or a genius or a hulk. I'm just me, a freak of nature." A poor substitute for the people that left, in one way or another. I kept that part to myself. "But I will keep working, I want to be good enough to join. I want to be an Avenger."

Steve held my hand, “You’re more than enough. I can see your potential, Marison. That's why I push you so hard, so you can see it too. I know you can do this.” He smiled at me reassuringly. 

“Thank you, Cap… er, Steve.”

His smile fell, “Um, look... I feel like I need to apologize again for the other night. I lost control. I’m your captain and I crossed a line I shouldn't have.”

“Then why did you?”

Steve met my eyes, “Because I wanted you.” He took a deep breath, “But I began to worry about hurting you or scaring you off. I’d rather have you as a friend, than not have you at all.”

“Is there a rule against us dating?” God, I hoped not.

“No, but some may frown upon it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“That’s the last thing I feel around you.” I suddenly felt emboldened, “You can have me, Steve. You can lose control with me, I want you to.”

Steve broke the eye contact, deep in thought. After several minutes of staring at his shoes, he broke the silence. “Have you… have you told anyone about our date?”

I was slightly confused why he was asking, “Um, no. I was too nervous. I didn't really have anyone to talk about it with anyway.”

“Do you think that maybe we can keep things between us for now? See where this goes before we let anyone else know.”

“I see,” I said apprehensively.

“You know how the team loves to be in each others business,” he continued. “We could avoid the gossip and meddling.”

“Ok, just us,” I agreed. I didn't want anyone thinking less of Steve for being with me. I’d rather have him in secret, than not at all. 

We toasted with Oreos and continued talking, enjoying dessert. I watched him chewing on a strawberry. He was growing his beard out. He looked so handsome, I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and touching it. 

“Does it bother you?”

“I like it,” I assured him. “It suits you and makes you look sexy as hell.”

His ears tinged pink and he smiled, “If you like it, then I’m definitely keeping it.”

I continued stroking his beard, he caught my hand and placed soft kisses on it. Now I was blushing.

“Do you want me, Marison?”

“Fuck yes!” I practically launched myself at him, smashing my lips to his.

He kissed me back, pulling me onto his lap. My dress hiking up with the action. He began carding his fingers through my hair. Getting a good grip, he pulled just enough to send shivers down my spine. Kissing and biting my lips, hands roaming every inch of me, my whole body felt electrified. 

Steve gently tugged the top of my dress down exposing my chest. His hands massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples. It was naughty being out in the open like this. It only added to my arousal. 

I screamed in surprise as he suddenly flipped us over. He was now hovering above me, smiling and stripping his shirt off before diving back in. He took his time fondling, kissing and sucking each breast. I moaned in pleasure, hands in his hair. 

My breathing became erratic when Steve slipped his hand into my panties and started gently playing with my clit. Running his fingers through my folds, “So wet for me.” He kissed me hard, before pushing two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. He continued kissing down my body. Sucking and biting his way to where his hand still toyed with me. 

I was on fire, heart pounding, aching for more. My toes started to curl, the tension in my belly unbearable, I was so close. “Please, Steve.”  I whined embarrassingly loud when he suddenly pulled away. 

He chuckled, sucking his fingers. “Don’t worry sweetheart,”, he slid my panties down my legs and pocketed them. “I just want you to come when I’m inside you."

I went a bit light headed watching Steve opening his pants and pulling them off. He was big, more than I expected when feeling him the other night. 

Steve repositioned himself between my legs. I went to reach for his beautiful cock, yearning to feel the velvety skin in my hand. The adonis above me had other ideas. In one swift movement, Steve collared both my wrists, pinning me to the ground. Fuckkkkk. And here I was thinking I couldn't be more turned on by this man. 

Steve would later tell me that even though it was day, at that moment he could see the subtle glow of my body. It's how he knew I was ready for him.

He kissed me deeply and bit at my neck. Releasing one wrist, Steve grabbed his length, teasingly rubbing himself through my wetness. His husky voice whispered, "You can take me, can't you pretty girl?"

I smiled and bucked Into him. 

"So eager. But I need you to use your  words Sweetheart."

"I need you inside me. Please fuck me," I desperately begged.

Steve smiled devilishly. Slowly pushing himself inside me, my slick walls welcoming him inch by inch. Once fully seated, we shared a gentle kiss. He releases my other wrist with the praise, "Good girl."

The tenderness ended there. Steve began thrusting into me at a brutal pace. He felt amazing and the grunts and moans he made only heightened the euphoria I felt. My entire body embraced him, nails digging into his back. Holding on for the wild ride. 

The kisses were now rough. All teeth and tongue. Steve growled into my mouth as he took what he wanted. Pain and pleasure beautifully mixed, any coherent thoughts I had left were pounded away. 

The coil in my belly once again wound unbearably tight. I couldn't hold it anymore. My legs shook as an intense orgasm washed over me. My head was thrown back and my light flared brightly. 

As I came back to myself, I noticed Steve stopped moving and stared at me. I froze, embarrassed. 

Steve locked eyes with me, panting "That was so fucking hot." He pulled me in for another steamy kiss before pulling out of me. "Turn over," he ordered. 

I bit my lip and eagerly obliged. Yelping when Steve slapped my ass. Then mewling when his long arm wrapped around me and he rubbed my aching clit, running his fingers through my soaked folds.

His other hand gripped my hip tightly, sliding his manhood back in with ease. "Say you're mine, Sweetheart."  

"Yours," I breathlessly replied. And I meant it. I would forever be his.

The rest of the date passed in a sex fueled haze. I think I may have passed out at one point. But as high as he made me, Steve was there holding me after, bringing me back to earth with soft kisses. 

The sky became beautiful shades of orange and pink. The birds were still singing. Steve held me tight in his arms. It felt right, it felt perfect. Steve was perfect. The location was perfect... I would cherish those grass stains forever.

I never did get my underwear back.

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It was thrilling at first, sneaking around. Having this secret relationship with a teammate. It was sexy and romantic. It wasn’t forbidden, but hiding it made it feel that way. Just the right amount of wrong to make us crawl back for more. It felt special, hot, kept us on our toes. 

Steve was an attentive and passionate lover. The sex was incredible, electric, addictive. He would pull orgasm after orgasm from my body, leaving me dazed and feeling like jelly, walking funny the next day. He was intoxicating, had me completely under his spell. I tried my best to keep up and show him just as much attention, if not more. 

Most of the time we fucked like animals, rough and demanding. Steve loved being in control and I was too happy to let him lead. It was like we had this insatiable hunger that couldn't be satisfied until we were alone. The buildup of secret glances and touches throughout the day made it so much better. Having to hold back, made each night more explosive. We’d just go crazy on each other. When Steve was feeling particularly bold, he’d whisper dirty things in my ear when the others were around. Well, that usually led to quickies in nearby closets or his car. The risk of getting caught a huge turn on. What a rush.

Other times it was slow and intimate. Like we had all the time in the world to enjoy exploring one another. He would take me apart then put me back together with his embrace, his kisses, his sweet words. He would hold me after, leaving lingering kisses on my head, telling me he loved me. Sometimes Steve and I would just lie in bed, cuddling and talking about our days. That was my favorite. I loved him completely.

We cherished having this level of privacy, this secret place just for us. He was mine and I was his and there was no reason to involve anyone else. That bubble we had continued to grow to Steve's room. It was our own paradise. My powers made it easy to sneak into his room without being seen. Or to orb out to a date. In the bubble, he belonged only to me. I didn’t have to share him with the world. 

Nowadays everyone shares everything on social media. Every aspect of their relationship, and every breakup. I can understand why he wanted to wait to tell our friends. If we didn't work out, things would be weird for all of us and may jeopardize the team dynamic. The secrecy kept the pressure off of us. No obligations except to each other. We didn't have to prove anything to anyone. 

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Steve is making love to me, my face cradled in his large hands, staring intensely into my eyes, telling me he loves me again and again. This was all that mattered, this secret moment. This was my choice, my place and I never wanted to leave.

Chapter 3

#steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #niffala fics

[metalandmagi]

Summer 2019 Anime Worth Watching

Summer is here, and with it brings another new season of anime! In case you’re feeling lost and want to find some new shows to pass the time, here’s some of the anime I think are worth checking out...because some really good shows tend to fly under the radar. I think there’s some genuinely interesting stuff this season, so hopefully you’ll find something you like too. 

I also have a Winter list and a Spring list and a fall list now!

And here’s my master list for 2020

New Shows!

Given: A *cough* BL *cough* romance anime in which tsundere highschool guitarist Ritsuka Uenoyama is on the verge of losing his passion for music when he stumbles upon the sleepy-eyed Mafuyu Sato who constantly carries a guitar around that he doesn’t know how to play. Drama and musical shenanigans ensue. This was by far my most anticipated show of the season, because I happen to have read a few chapters of this manga and liked it a lot. The only reason I stopped was because I wanted to hear the music in this music oriented story...so naturally the anime makes me very happy. Not only is it sweet and cute with great animation, but it’s also hilarious. Sato is also basically a human incarnation of a lost puppy, and you just help but fall in love with him and the other characters! AND NOW WE HAVE TWO GAY MUSIC SHOWS THIS SEASON! 

Dr. STONE: An action adventure anime that takes place 3,700 years in the future after the world is struck with a mysterious phenomenon that turns the entire human race to stone. Our protagonists: the genius, scientific minded Senku Ishigami and the muscle-y comic relief Taiju Oki, must find a way to rebuild civilization and turn humanity back to normal using the POWER OF SCIENCE! It’s fun, good looking, and way more interesting than I thought it would be. I’m not very attached to the main characters yet, although it’s still early. I’m mainly sticking around for the plot, the comedy, and the answers to the crazy amount of questions I have after watching the first episode!

Fire Force: An action/drama where super powered fire fighters must protect Tokyo from people who are spontaneously combusting while our hero Shinra must find out who started the fire that killed his mother. More than anything, I’d say this show is definitely worth watching for the cinematography and action because almost every second has been high flying dynamic animation that really grips you. It reminds me a lot of Soul Eater, the story and characters have a lot of potential, and you know an anime will be good when the girls have muscles too!

If it’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord: Can you tell it’s based on a light novel? A slice of life set in a fantasy world where an adventurer named Dale stumbles upon an adorable lost little girl in the woods, who happens to be branded as a criminal. So of course Dale basically adopts her and tries to find out how she came to be with him. It’s basically fantasy School Babysitters without the tragic depth to it (but there’s room for potential). Yes, this is definitely the most wholesome show of the season, but it’s to be expected considering it’s basically Japan’s latest attempt to get people to have more babies. Personally, the most interesting aspect of this show is the fact that Dale and his “daughter” can’t speak the same language. Unfortunately, the light novel ends up pulling a Bunny Drop...so I sincerely hope the anime doesn’t try the creepy romance factor. So for now, if you feel like puking up some rainbows, give this one a try. 

To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts: An action drama where, during a civil war, one side used “forbidden technology” to enhance their soldiers and basically turn them into badass monsters. The only problem: the soldiers who were turned start to lose their humanity and end up killing humans for the fun of it. Now our protagonist must hunt down his fellow soldiers and kill them before it’s too late. Honestly, this show has some pacing issues and can be a bit stilted in terms of its character interactions, but what kept me watching was the last 5 minutes of the first episode. I was so not prepared for the roller coaster that was the first episode’s ending, and now I’m extremely intrigued. Besides it’s made by MAPPA so I would at least give it a couple episodes to see if it’s for you.   

Vinland Saga: The story of a young boy named Thorfinn’s journey to become a great warrior and while the adults deal with going to war. IT’S THE ONE WITH THE VIKINGS!!! It basically feels like a darker, grittier viking version of Moana. I’ve heard literally nothing but praise for this manga for so many years that my hopes skyrocketed as soon as I heard Wit was doing the adaption. And it has definitely lived up to the hype so far! It’s a great action historical drama to fill the void after Dororo. The only problem is no one will watch it because it’s on Amazon Prime.

Kochouki: Wakaki Nobunaga: A fun brightly colored historical anime about the famous warlord Nobunaga when he was a young teenager. I honestly don’t know what the tone of this anime is going to be from here on out, because it’s going to go from “fun thieving shenanigans with pretty boys” to leading people into battle, but it got me interested. I know putting Nobunaga in an anime isn’t exactly original, but this one seems like a fun ride...and it looks gay as fuck. 

And I have to shout out some that haven’t premiered yet...just in case...

Try Knights: This one doesn’t come out until the end of July, but you bet your ass I’m going to be watching it because it’s an original anime about PRETTY BOYS PLAYING RUGBY! And I have a feeling it’s going to be very... different from the other resident rugby anime All Out. 

Yokai Ningen BEM (Humanoid Monster BEM): Okay, this one’s not out yet either, but the trailer had a really cool vibe to it, so I’m including it anyway. It’s a remake of the 1968 anime in which a group of yokai who look like humans fight crime in the big city. If nothing else, the music is cool, and it’s made by Production I.G, so why not?

*UPDATE* The first episode finally dropped, and holy crap I’m so into this. It’s basically Durarara mixed with Psycho Pass mixed with Bungo Stray Dogs. The first episode has me completely hooked!

Next seasons and continuations!

As always there are some leftovers from the spring season that are continuing into the summer that I highly suggest!

Carole and Tuesday: The musical sci-fi anime directed by Shinichiro Watanabe wherein a rich runaway named Tuesday meets a streetwise girl named Carole, and the two decide to start a band together. Now Carole and Tuesday must rise to stardom in a world dominated by android created music. It was by far my favorite new show of the spring, and if you can find a way to watch it (because it’s still not available legally anywhere aside from Japanese Netflix apparently) I wholeheartedly recommend it. It’s got the best and most diverse music I’ve seen in an anime in a long time, an interesting setting (apparently it takes place in the Cowboy Bebop universe!?), and very well rounded fun characters. And I'm dying for a soundtrack release with all the songs!!!!

Fruits Basket 2019: Yes, the remake of the classic 2001 anime in which a girl moves in with a family who can turn into animals from the zodiac is getting a full run. And thank God because I just can’t say goodbye to it after only 12 episodes. It is so stunningly beautiful in both animation and story subjects that I don’t know what I would do without it. The characters feel so much more fleshed out, and I feel like I learn a lesson about life each week even though I already know most of what’s going to happen. If you never watched the original because thought you were too “cool” to watch a shoujo anime, give it a chance. Because if you think it’s just a generic love triangle romance show, you couldn’t be more wrong. The reboot is so good at portraying different kinds of love and how the presence of love and family can change lives AND IT’S JUST SO FREAKING GOOD! 

Demon Slayer Kimetsu no Yaiba: In case you missed Ufotable’s newest project, this is a shounen anime that follows a young boy named Tanjiro and his sister Nezuko who has been possessed by a demon and their journey to turn Nezuko back to normal while fighting demons along the way. I still feel like this is a pretty basic shounen anime story wise, but I really like the characters, especially the villains. It has some of the coolest fighting/power mechanics I’ve seen in awhile, and the animation is very cool and different!

Ace of Diamond act 2: Our favorite shounen baseball anime is continuing into the summer. And I have very mixed feelings about this season so far. We are getting some fun new characters and some great scenes with the team, but the games are very...choppy and rushed. Apparently this is how it goes down in the manga, and we’re in for some good Sawamura development...but it’s still touch and go for me personally.  

That’s it for now. Most of these are available on Crunchyroll, except Vinland Saga, Carole and Tuesday, and Kochouki: Wakaki Nobunaga. Since Try Knights and Yokai Ningen BEM aren’t out yet, I don’t know where they will be available legally. 

See you next season!

#long post #anime recommendation #summer 2019 anime #ace of diamond #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fruits basket #carole and tuesday #try knights #yokai ningen bem #kochouki: wakaki nobunaga #vinland saga #to the abandoned sacred beasts #katsute kami datta kemono-tachi e #if it's for my daughter i'd even defeat a demon lord #fire force #dr stone #given #given anime

[cagestark]

Introduction to Ink//2

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Chapter Four

About this: nff, fem!Tony. College AU. Discussion of past kidnapping. 

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There’s the eight of them: himself, Nat, Steve, Clint, Thor, Wanda, Bruce, and Toni. Natasha has an incredible firepit, all expensive paving stones and matching brick inlaid into the foundation of the patio. Bucky drags his chair back an extra few feet until he can barely feel the warmth of the flames; he doesn’t care for fire.

Toni is seated across from him, her figure sometimes lost to the flames and shimmering smoke when someone stokes the fire or adds a new log. It’s a mercy and a crime to lose sight of her, her tanned skin glowing orange, the flickering flame enhancing the shadow of her cheekbones and jaw and the modest arch of her breasts. They’d barely be palmfuls to him, easy for him to cup and flick his thumbs over her nipples.

Fucking hell, he thinks, shifting in his seat. Thinking that kind of pornographic bullshit about a girl he’s barely spoken to is perverse at best. To distract himself from the sight of her and the growing tingle in his groin, he reaches for the pack of cigarettes beside his chair and lights one up.

Around the fire, conversation never ceases. Thor, evidence provided by his deep tan, has been on the west coast and brought home with him a collection of stories with each wilder than the last. The group gets a kick out of teasing Toni for her horrified reactions, the collective good-natured laughter of the group drawing his eyes back to her, reluctantly. She flushes each time, gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes.

“Come on, T, your turn to tell a story,” Nat goads, trying to draw the reclusive girl into the conversation. All eyes turn to her. Bucky catches her heavy gaze on him before she looks down at her lap where her hands are clenched tightly together. “You’ve told me some. Tell them about your Uncle Obie—”

“I’d rather not,” Toni mutters dryly.

“Oh, please? Please, please, please?” Natasha slips from her perch on Steve’s lap to kneel dramatically at Toni’s feet, her hands clasped together in beseechment. God, she’s so much fucking looser when she’s drunk. Less Macbethian rigidity and more Midsummer Night’s Dream-esque silliness. Murmurs rise up around the fire as the others chime in, hoping the chip away at the girl’s reserved exterior.

“Isn’t the point of a party to distract yourself from the mundane and unsavory aspects of your life?” Toni wonders, reaching out to pat at Natasha’s hair, red as the flames. (Clint boos, but at least this time Toni’s lips quirk upwards in a smirk. She’s learning to take pleasure in Clint’s disappointment. She’ll fit into their friend group fine, thinks Bucky fondly).

Nat leans up, pressed flush against Toni’s side. She cups a hand around Toni’s ear as if to give them privacy, only she’s cupping it the wrong way, directing the sound of her stage whisper towards the rest of the group when she says: “Isn’t Bucky distracting you enough?”

Bucky drops his cigarette, flinching to wipe it away from where it lands on his jeans before it can burn a hole through them. The circle grows quiet, the sound of the fire as it crackles nearly deafening in the awkward silence. Toni’s gaze flicker to Bucky—an instinct thanks to Natasha saying his name—and those dark eyes grow wide like moons, her entire face flushing with a cocktail of embarrassment and anger. Nat gapes, suddenly aware of her faux pass, but she has no time to remedy it before Toni is standing.

“I’m going to go—get a drink,” she mutters, turning away and disappearing inside the house.

“Damn it,” Nat sighs. Steve reaches out to coax her back into his lap.

“Great one,” Bucky snaps. He reaches down to pick up his cigarette from the patio, tucking it back into his mouth. No use wasting it. “Really. Can we all give Natasha a round of applause, please?”

“Lay off, Buck,” Steve says with a frown. Even in the safe circlet of his arms, Natasha’s frown is heavy.

“I’m sorry, it just came out,” she says. “She’s been staring at you all day.”

“Toni and Bucky?” Sam says, eyebrows high. “I wouldn’t have seen that coming.”

“Not like that you dumbass. She can’t stop looking because she thinks I’m a circus freak,” says Bucky. “And you embarrassed the both of us. Anybody else says another word about it and I’m out of here.”

“Hey,” Clint says fondly, leaning out to lay one of his broad palms on Bucky’s shoulder. With exaggerated coolheadedness, he suggests: “Chill the fuck out.”

While the two of them begin to trade biting comments much to the amused delight of the rest of the circle, Steve presses a comforting kiss to Natasha’s temple and murmurs in her ear, “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

Natasha turns her head into the side of his neck to hide from the rest of their friends, lets her quirking lips brush against Steve’s skin as she murmurs, “ Nothing .”

The patio door opens. Toni appears, cheeks still a little red, with a beer in her hand. Brave little thing, Bucky thinks to himself watching as she returns to her seat and smoothly uses the metal arm of the patio chair to pop the cap off like some kind of expert. She takes a long sip, resolutely looking into the fire as if she can sense everyone’s eyes on her.

“So,” she says at last. “My Uncle had me kidnapped.”

A long moment of silence.

Then, from Clint: “What the fuck . While you were in the kitchen?”

-

The group’s drunkenness makes them the perfect audience. There are gasps and exclamations and No fucking way’s! as Toni relays a story that’s dramatic and horrifying and apparently entirely true: how a group of hired men had killed one of Toni’s bodyguards and carried the girl off; how her own father hadn’t been willing to pay the ransom; how she had escaped thanks to her own inventiveness only to be picked up by her Uncle Obie, who instead of driving them home, had driven deeper into nowhere. She’d put the puzzle pieces together and thrown herself from the moving car and spent 8 hours walking through the woods before she’d found civilization and returned home. Apparently Uncle Obie is serving a life sentence in Attica.

“That’s trauma. That’s like, first-class trauma. That’s not carry-on, either. You need to have that trauma luggage checked,” Clint rambles, though everybody is making noises of agreement. “Wait, I’m not the authority on childhood trauma. Wanda?”

“Trauma,” she decides concisely. Her face hasn’t yet returned to its normal color, not since Howard refused to pay the ten-million-dollar ransom.

“Hey,” Toni says, grinning. The bottle she’d brought out from the kitchen is empty now, and since it’s completion, she’s been noticeably looser. Light weight, Bucky thinks, the corners of his lips quirking up around his latest cigarette. “I warned you! Honestly, though, it wasn’t that bad. Not my worst kidnapping by far.”

“Please, no more,” says Wanda.

“No more,” Toni agrees. The two girls’ chairs are close enough that Toni can lean and rest her head on Wanda’s shoulder, the most outgoing and affectionate she’s been all night. Bucky isn’t going to be fucking jealous of Wanda’s bony shoulder.

“Should we break out some glow sticks and play more pong?” Natasha suggests. “I’m losing my buzz.”

Steve makes a face from behind her, probably not eager to see his girlfriend slip back into the verbacious phase of drunkenness, but everyone else promptly agrees, standing to vacate their chairs.

“Dibs on Bucky as my partner!” Clint shouts.

“I’m sitting out,” Bucky says. Everyone boos. “I’ll play the winner, okay?” Everyone cheers.

Natasha’s property is huge, so Bucky lets himself skirt along the edge of the woods, staying within the glow of the fairy lights but walking far enough away that he loses sight of his friends and can only hear their shouts and laughter carried on the wind. It’s become cool enough that he shrugs his jacket back on, his black on black ensemble probably helping him blend into the darkness whenever he steps into the treeline.

Ever since Becca died and Bucky moved upstate to be with his ma, Bucky has been prone to episodes of melancholy. He used to be a party animal when he’d first met Steve and Nat; they’d become thick as thieves partying together and watching out for each other. Now he can’t make it through a party without feeling the urge to wander off and away, to detach himself physically the way he so often feels emotionally. Finding a sturdy tree, he lets himself rest against it, head pressed against the rough bark, eyes closed (though he can see the glow of the lights through his eyelids).

“Oh shit—” There comes the violent cracking of sticks and the sound of a body tumbling. Heart pounding from the sudden shout, it only takes a few steps for him to find Toni on the ground, her skirt in a pool around her slim body, dark hair wreathed in gold from the lights above them. She looks up at him, flushed. “I hate nature. Really. And I’m pretty sure that the feeling is mutual.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky rasps, reaching one of his hands down even though his heart is in his throat. She hesitates at the sight of it before reaching out and tucking her smaller hand into his own and letting him gently pull her up from the ground. “You didn’t twist somethin’ did you?”

“Just my pride. Wait, you said twisted not destroyed.”

“Happens to the best of us. And to Clint, too.”

“Clint more often than others?” she asks. This close, the size difference between them is enough to go to his head and to his gut: she must barely be past five feet tall, slim and willowy and nothing like the girls he usually dates. Then again, he’s probably the last kind of guy she’d ever date. Still, she’s fucking pretty: those dark, big eyes with pinpoints of light in the pupils since she’s got her head tilted up to look at him, her mouth full and wide, chin pointed.

Bucky clears his throat, already having forgotten her question. “What are you doin’ out here?”

Toni sets her jaw. “I came to find you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I—wanted to apologize.”

Bucky blinks. “What for?”

She waves a hand back towards the distant sound of their friends. “For today. I didn’t treat you very, very, god, what’s the word. Does being drunk always feel like this, feel like my brain is scrambled eggs? Anyway, I came off like a real bitch.”

“Nah,” says Bucky, even if it’s a little true. He raises his chin, puts the honeycomb on his neck on display just to watch her eyes be drawn to it, her mouth parting a little. “I’m used to it, kid. Lookin’ the way I do. I understand.”

“That’s not right, though,” Toni is quick to supply. She still has her eyes on his throat. “It’s your body. Obviously. Also I'm not a kid, I'm twenty-two with a doctorate in engineering. I just, I’ve only ever seen one tattoo before. Excluding TV. It was like, this big? Maybe a little smaller. Of a peony, I think, maybe paeonia lactiflora , something in the paeonia family, anyway. I’ve just never seen anyone who looked like you before.”

Bucky doesn’t wince, but it’s a close call. “I get it.”

“You look so—” Bucky prepares himself for some kind of noun or adjective that he’ll have to swallow down like the most bitter medicine, grit his teeth and accept. Based on her expression, she’s still struggling to find the words she wants, her expression open and almost-awed in a way that makes him feel like he’s standing on the ridge of a tree root liable to fall over any moment. “You look like art.”

Whatever Bucky was expecting—it wasn’t that. She means it, too. He can tell. The shell she’s fortified around herself all night has cracked, and inside he can see the embryonic hints of a girl very young (though not nearly as young as he had thought, thank god), whose life until recently has been forcefully closed off and punctuated with moments of real terror. She isn’t horrified. She’s awed. She’s intrigued. She’s curious.

On a whim, Bucky shrugs off his jacket. It’s intoxicating to see her expression change: the eyes widen, the mouth parts, all at the sight of him alone. It’s a heady power that he isn’t used to feeling. But does the power belong to him, or is it simply washing over him? Maybe this slip of a girl is really the one with the power, power that he feels helpless to bend to.

Holding out a hand, he feels something like a princess offering his knuckles for her to kiss. She reaches out on instinct, stopping just shy of his skin to look up in question. The area beneath her slim fingers buzzes like the air before a lightning strike. He nods, willing to be struck.

Fingers with calloused tips brush from his first knuckle down over the letter (H, HATE across his left proximal digits and LOVE across the right ones). He holds his breath, begging his hand not to tremble at her touch as she trails her burning fingers up over the hill of his knuckle and down into the valley where the skin is thin and sensitive.

“I can’t even feel it,” Toni mutters. “Which, I mean, I knew. The ink penetrates all the way down to the dermis to avoid the keratinization process, but it’s just—I thought I would feel it.”

More breathless than he’d like to be: “Not sure what all that means. Sometimes you can feel them, though. When they don’t heal right.”

She looks up at him with wide, glittering eyes. “Is that so?”

Bucky nods. She hums, turning her eyes back to his hand where she runs her fingers over the ivy along the back, mussing the soft thin hairs that grow there. His throat clicks when he swallows, but he doesn’t think she can hear it, not over the screech of the evening insects and not through the trance she seems to be in, turning his hand this way and that way, coaxing it into supination so she can follow the trail of leaves.

She drags the tip of her fingernail gently down the center of his palm and he can’t help but shudder. There’s a dangerous heat blooming in his gut and several inches lower the tell tale feeling of blood rushing south. Thank God his jeans are tight enough to pin his cock close to his body.

“Why nothing here?” she asks, tapping the center of his palm just over his head line.

“They don’t take as well.”

“Thicker skin,” says Toni. “Epithelium on the palms and soles can be three times thicker than your average layer epithelial tissue. That must make it difficult to get to the dermis.”

“You learn that at school?”

“No; I’m at NYU for physics. But I read a lot.” She moves on from his palm, tracing the ivy down his forearm. The skin is so sensitive that he can’t hide the goosebumps that bloom or the way his body shivers. She doesn’t remark on it, but her eyes do flicker up to gauge his expression. Fuck, she must see right through him. He’s got no idea what he looks like, but if it’s anything like how he feels (and his ma always did say that he was an open book), then she knows everything in a single glance. How infatuated he is. How attracted he is.

She shivers. He reaches down to pick up his jacket and offers it to her, the both of them laughing when she slips it on and has to push the sleeves up. It shouldn’t feel so good to see her in his clothes, but it does. Jesus, it does.

With firmness, she guides his arm outward away from his side so that she can see the entire upper portion of the sleeve, the portrait of Strazza’s the Veiled Virgin. The way she moves him, twists him this way and that way has his cock aching. I’d take orders from her all day long , he thinks to himself, wishing he could reach down and adjust himself without drawing attention to his aching hard on. All night, too.

On his right arm, she repeats many of the same gestures, tracing the hills and valleys of his knuckles, examining his pale, unmarked palms, tracing the veins up his forearms, pausing to scratch gently at one of the dotted geometric shapes on his bicep. It’s torture to stand there and feel her touch on him, her eager, intoxicated eyes eating up his skin. You look like art, she had said. Under her hands, he feels like it.

When she runs into the sleeve of his t-shirt, she coaxes it back, trying to follow the trail of a chain. She makes a soft, unhappy sound when she can’t expose any more skin. It makes him swallow on reflex, bicep tightening under her hand as a thought comes to him. He opens his mouth to offer but shuts it again quickly.

“What?” she asks, looking up at the motion in the corner of her eye.

“Nothing.”

“Wh-at?”

“I was just—I’ll take it off for you. If you want to keep looking.”

Her eyes get heavy-lidded, roaming over his face as she searches for something. Somehow, she looks even drunker than she did moments ago when he first found her sprawled out on the ground. Not that he blames her; he hasn’t had a drink since the bonfire began, but he still feels drunk enough without it. Then he realizes why: she isn't drunk, she's turned on. The way she's shifting and can't stand still, thighs pressing together tight. This is turning her on, and that thought is nearly enough to bring him to his knees.

“Okay,” she says. She pokes his shoulder, her aim affected. “I want to see where this one ends.”

Bucky steps back to give himself the room needed to take off his shirt, though Toni seems to sway towards him. Like he’s got a gravitational pull, like she’s fallen too deep into his atmosphere to pull away now. With a shaking breath, he reaches for the neck of the shirt and tugs it off over his head, losing sight of her for just a moment.

She takes him in. His chest isn’t as saturated as his arms are. The honeycomb runs down to his collar bones before the lines begin to break down, reassemble into sheet music. Strict black and white linework that uses his own pale skin as the paper of the page. The chain that led up over his shoulder curves around his back to knot itself around the middle of his backpiece. From the base of his sternum down to the V of his hips, he is bare. Planning something big, he thinks, though he only has half-formed ideas.

Through each of his pale pink nipples are barbells.

“Good God,” Toni mutters under her breath. She places a burning palm on one of his bare shoulders so that she can lean in and remark, “Why would you do that? Didn’t that hurt?”

She’s so close that he can feel her breath fan across his chest. God, to reach out and tangle his fingers in her dark hair and draw her mouth those last six inches, to feel the soft rasp of her tongue over his sensitive nipples. He nearly groans at the thought. His nipples tighten under the attention of her gaze, aching in the best way.

“It all hurt,” Bucky rasps. The bite of the piercing needles, the sting of the tattoo gun—all of it had given him a sense of euphoria. A sense of pride in his body the likes of which he hadn’t had when he was young and insecure. “I guess I liked it anyway.”

She draws her fingers over the lines of his clavicles before turning her hand over so that the soft backs of her fingers trail down one defined pec. Maybe she tries to avoid it, her spatial reasoning fucked thanks to the beers she's had, but her pinky drags over his nipple. He does groan this time, the brief spike of pleasure going straight to his aching cock. One of his own hands drops, almost grabs his erection on instinct before he wills it away, reaching out to grip at a nearby low treebranch.

Toni pulls back like she’s been burned. “Sorry,” she says. “Did that hurt?”

Bucky clears his throat but doesn’t trust his voice. Instead, he shakes his head in the negative. She resumes her teasing touches, asking him to turn this way and that way, giving a delighted laugh at the spinal column tattooed from the nape of his neck down. Anatomically correct, she says. Though some of the cervical vertebrae are missing.

Every word she says goes straight to his cock whether it's about intervertebral disc space or whatever else. With his back to her and her attention on the tattoos there, he lets his hand drop as covertly as possible, rubbing without mercy at his confined cock, desperately willing the thing away. The rough touch nearly brings him to the brink, he’s that fucking close, innervated by every drag of her fingers, every press of her palm, every scratch of her curious fingernails. His head falls back, eyes shut tight against the lights above them, wondering if he can hide cumming in his pants long enough to get back to the house, say goodbye, and scram.

He pulls his hand back just as he feels the firm pressure of her turning him to face her, but this time there is no avoiding it. Her eyes have fallen naturally to the lines of ink peeking just over the waistband of his jeans. But centered in between and six inches lower is a bulge that can’t be disguised as anything but what it is. Bucky winces, reaching up to drag one palm against his forehead. This is probably the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him, and Jesus, when Toni tells Nat about how Bucky coaxed her to feel him up and then popped a stiffie over it, the redhead will kill him.

When Toni speaks, her voice is an octave lower, letting one thumb brush against the flash of ink on his right hip. “Should—I mean...should you take your pants off?”

Bucky blinks. That was the last thing he expected to hear come from her mouth. “I...don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Toni’s face crumples a little. “Right. Sorry. I misread things. My therapist says I struggle with social cues.”

“Hey, that ain’t it,” says Bucky. He doesn’t like that look on her face, that burned, insecure expression. He’ll wipe the expression right off of her even if it means he embarrasses himself further. “It’s just been a long time since—Jesus, Buck, don’t say that. I mean that I’m not really known for my self control, and I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

“I can’t fathom a world right now where I’d regret you taking your pants off.”

“You can’t fathom it right now. But what about later when you sober up, huh?”

Toni rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her thin chest, the picture of childish petulance. “Oh come on. I’m not that drunk. Look, I’m an adult and you’re an adult. I’d really like to—to touch you, and correct me if I'm wrong but you seem like you’re receptive.”

Bucky’s cock supports the idea, twitching towards her. Fucking traitor. He steps back to put distance between them, to stop breathing her in and feeling the heat of her and to maybe clear his fucking head. It’s no wonder if he doesn’t have the oxygen to use his brain when all the blood has gone right to his dick.

“Toni,” he rasps lowly. “Come on, honey. Don’t do me like this. I’m trying to be good here.”

“I like the way you say my name,” she says, taking a step forward to make up for the distance he tries to put between them. Her face is a helpless mix between arousal and innocence: eyes heavy and pupils huge, cheeks flushed, mouth parted. She can’t have any idea what she’s doing to him, what she’s been doing to him since he saw her head ducked over a textbook in the middle of a raging party.

His back hits a tree, the rough bark scratching at his bare skin. He lets his head fall back, working to keep his breathing stable. “Toni. You should go back to the house.”

She pursues him with a single-minded intensity. He feels frozen under her eyes, just one of Medusa’s admirers helpless to look away. She’s so short that when she presses herself flush against him, his cock is nestled against her belly. The pressure makes his head spin even as he presses his hips backward, pinning himself to the tree to keep from grinding against the firmness of her body.

“I don’t have any practice,” she says, placing a palm against his sternum and dragging it down, down, down until it cups his clothed cock, hand looking downright dainty against him. He sees stars behind his eyes, cock jerking beneath her grip even though she is being far too gentle. “But I’m well versed in the theory, and I think you’ll find I’m a quick learner.”

If she thought that would seduce him, she is both right and wrong. A tiny primitive part of his brain revels in confirmation of what he already expected—if she’d barely seen tattoos in person, of course she didn’t have any sexual experience. He would be the first, the one to stain her like ink across her skin. His cock would touch places inside of her that hadn’t ever been touched. There is a darkness in him that would revel in splitting her open, in being the first to make her cum with his fingers and mouth and cock.

But there’s no fucking way he’d ever even voice those thoughts, much less give into them. What kind of a person is he to be aroused by the thought of taking her virginity, of taking advantage of her drunken state and lack of experience?

His fingers wrap all the way around her wrist when he pulls her away. With firmness, bending down so that they are nearly nose to nose, he says: “ No . I’m not that kind of guy. You want me so bad? Come find me when you’re sober.”

Toni staggers away from him, nearly upending herself. Her face is pale, and she looks a little like she’s going to be sick. “Right. You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I know what no means.”

“I know you do,” Bucky says softly. He lets his hand fall, fingertips brushing against the pale skin above his waistband, above his aching cock. Her eyes track the movement, throat bobbing while she swallows. Fuck, that hungry look on her face is almost too much. She’s hungry for it even if she’s never had it, even if she hardly knows what she wants. “You couldn’t take advantage of me if you tried. Trust me. I just—I ain’t gonna take advantage of you neither.”

Her eyes roll. “My hero. Thanks. Can’t believe I’m going back to the party with sticky panties. That’s really uncomfortable, you know.”

Bucky groans. “Don’t tell me nothing about your panties.”

“At least we’re both suffering,” she says with a vindictive smile. She jerks a thumb towards the sound of their friends’ voices just as a cheer rises up, echoed by the angry shouts of someone losing and demanding a rematch. “Are you coming? We can walk back together.”

Shifting, Bucky reaches down and adjusts himself. “I’ll be there as soon as I can walk.”

He watches as she walks away, her hair and dark skirt blending into the darkness until he loses sight of her completely. Bucky lets out a long breath. Is he the stupidest man in the world or the strongest? Maybe both. Turning her down had taken everything in him, and a part of him knew that come morning when she sobered up she would probably avoid his presence, avert her eyes from his gaze, embarrassed of how she had come on to him. To someone like him.

But just then? She had wanted him. Wanted to touch him. Touching him had made her wet. The thought has him groaning. In solitude, he can let one hand drop without guilt to grope as his aching erection. There’s no chance that it will go away on its own, not when his every waking thought is her. There’s only one way to be able to return to the party with some semblance of normality.

Bucky unfastens his belt and then the button of his jeans. He slides the zipper down and his cock bulges free, still covered in his dark boxer-briefs. The head of him has wet the fabric, steady precum leaking from the tip and he presses his thumb against it until the pleasure threatens to slip into pain, his balls throbbing with a load the likes of which will probably set a new personal record for him.

Reaching past the waistband, he draws his cock free. The first touch of the cooling night air has him letting out a noise from low in his throat. Widening his stance as best as he can with his jeans still on, he lets one hand drop down to cup his balls. They’re firm, ready to draw up at a moment’s notice. His fingers wrap around the shaft giving one long, tight stroke. He usually likes lube, but as much as he’s leaking, he can make do without it.

“ Fuck ,” he mutters, eyes rolling in relief.

That’s the moment when Toni comes barreling through the trees again, freezing at the sight of him half-naked with his cock in hand.

#winteriron #fem!tony stark #toni stark #cagewrites

[shadowhuntertrash]

Hi, can you write a fluff #8 for Lucie and Jesse? Love your fics!

Sorry this took so long and thank you!!!

Lucie sat on the edge of her bed feeling caged in. She had spent the entire month trying to find ways to bring Jesse back that didn’t involve murder. She was absolutely exhausted, having slept a little over four hours every day the past week and a half.

   She knew her parents and brother were worried, as well as the rest of the merry thieves but she couldn’t exactly tell them that she fancied a ghost who had saved James’ life and now had no chance of being alive.

   Her heart was racing and she felt as if the institute was far too small. Lucie stood up quickly, the chair she had been sitting in falling backwards loudly as she staggered out of her room. James poked his head out of his room looking for the noise and was alarmed to see his little sister stumbling down the stairs. 

   James rushed after her, passing his father who yelled after him to stop running. James was only a few feet behind Lucie as she burst through the doors gasping for air. “Lucie!” James said falling to his knees next to Lucie who was sitting on the ground breathing raggedly. “Luce come on what’s wrong!” James said urgently, checking her over and only stopping when he decided she wasn’t hurt visibly.

   “Come on Lucie talk to me.” James said tilting his head so he could look into her eyes. Her blue eyes wide and fearful. It reminded James of the times he had woken her up from nightmares. Her mind was a beautiful thing, her imagination proved to be wonderful but they also made scary things all the scarier.

   “I’m fine. I’m fine.” Lucie said breathlessly, taking deep breaths to calm herself. “I’m quite alright James really, I just need to clear my mind for a bit. I’ll be back soon, cover for me?” She asked, looking hopefully at her brother who was regarding her with skeptical eyes. “Lucie are you sure you’re alright?” Lucie nodded reaching out to hug her brother. 

   James held her tightly, they could get on each other’s nerves but James was highly protective of her and never wanted to see her upet. She pulled back and stood up, dusting off her dress which was now covered in dirt and filth. James sat up too and watched his sister, she had calmed considerably and seemed to be alright. James reluctantly agreed to let her go walk whatever happened off with the promise that he would cover for her if their parents asked.

   Lucie walked into the darkness of the night. She had always loved nighttime, she worked best in it. Her creativity ran wild, her pen seemed to take a mind of its own, her spirit took flight. She had always loved it.

   She shivered to herself, cursing the fact that she left without a jacket. She didn’t know where she was going but somehow she ended up at the Devil’s Tavern. She walked in and was greeted by Polly who gave her a wide smile and got her some water. Lucie thanked her gratefully and started her way up to the Merry Thieves room.

   Lucie was stopped midway when a werewolf, whom she had never seen before. “This place doesn’t take kindly to shadowhunters.” The werewolf hissed, teeth bared. Lucie straightened and held her head high, not about to back down. “My friends and I are welcome, we are not like most shadowhunters.”

   The werewolf glowered at Lucie, who was still holding her ground. “All shadowhunters are the same, taking what they think is theirs, walking around with confidence they don’t deserve.” Lucie’s courage plummeted as the werewolves friends came to stand beside their friend.

   “I don’t want trouble, I was just going upstairs.” Lucie said, trying to keep the fear and anger out of her voice. The werewolf laughed and brought it’s clawed hand up. “I’m trying to be civil here, we don’t think of you as monsters but if you want to act like one then be my guest.” Lucie snapped, exhaustion loosening her filter considerably. 

   The werewolf’s eye flashed and before Lucie could comprehend what was happening the werewolf’s claws were slicing through her arm. Lucie gasped and fell backwards, her eyes squinching in pain.

   Suddenly the werewolf howled in pain and started swatting around her face at random things that kept flying at her face. Books, glasses, and even a chair seeming to be floating by itself hitting the werewolf and his friends. Many people were freaking out thinking it was a demon or warlock, Lucie however, had the pleasure of seeing Jesse throw things at the werewolf.

   Jesse turned to Lucie and pointed upstairs, she didn’t need to be told twice as she dashed upstairs and away from the werewolves. She was shaking when she burst through the door, her hand covering her injury. 

   Lucie cursed herself for not having gotten her stele before she left. She pulled her hand away and frowned when it came away covered in blood. Lucie groaned before getting a knife from Matthew’s side of the room and cutting her sleeve off, it was a new dress but she’d already ruined it with the blood.

   It didn’t take long for Jesse to arrive looking murderous. “Bloody beast, you weren’t even doing anything.” He said walking quickly toward Lucie, watching her arm intensely as to inspect the wound. He frowned at it then turned his eyes to Lucie. “Where’s your stele?” He asked, looking around. Lucie shrugged, rubbing some blood away with a soft hiss. “I left it at the institute, didn’t think I’d need it.” Jesse sighed and quickly went to the bathroom, Lucie trailing after him, to fetch a wet towel.

   He told her to sit on the table so he could better see her arm. He was still frowning as he took a place behind her so he could see the gash that was just out of Lucie’s field of sight. She was hit again by the immense sadness she got when she thought too long about Jesse. How he could have been doing this for her if he had not saved her brother’s life. 

   She was very grateful of course, she just sorely missed being able to touch Jesse. Missed the feeling of his hands on her arm, guiding her way easily.

   Jesse cleared his throat and handed her the cloth, instructing her where to place it, not that she needed him too with the stinging she felt. After a few minutes it wasn’t bleeding that bad anymore but she knew she would have to ask James to give her an iratze when she got home.

   Jesse was watching her with unreadable eyes. “Why were you out so late?” He asked softly, searching her face for something. Lucie looked away not sure of what to say. “I couldn’t sleep and I needed to get out of the institute.” She settled on, raising her eyes back to Jesse’s.

   He sighed and nodded before sitting, well as much as he could, on the couch. Lucie couldn’t take it any longer and said, “I’m sorry, for what happened, with James. It’s my fault.” Jesse’s head shot up and he shook his head vigorously before walking back over to Lucie.

   “No. Lucie no, please don’t think that.” He said bringing his hand up to her face before hesitating, his hand close to her face but not quite touching, and dropping his hand. He had a stubborn look in his green eyes. “That was not your fault Lucie, I did that all myself.” Lucie closed her eyes, embarrassed as she felt a hot tear roll down her face.

   “But it was. If I hadn’t made you go you would be fine. I forced you Jesse you didn’t want to go.” She said wiping her tears away only for more to come. Jesse shook his head again, a sad look in his haunted eyes. “Lucie Herondale, I don’t regret it. It was your brother’s life or mine and I wasn’t alive anyway. I wouldn’t change my choice. I know what it’s like to die young, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

   Lucie let out a strangled sob. It made sense what he was saying but she couldn’t help the drowning guilt she held. “I don’t need to be alive. Think about it this way, sure I could touch people but only you, Grace, and my mother could see me. Now all the Herondale’s can see me. I’ll always be here Lucie, always. I’ll always be here to protect you.” He added in a quiet voice.

   Lucie shook her head, tears still falling. She had given up trying to wipe them away. “I’m still sorry.” She said looking down, Jesse sighed. “I’m not.” He said firmly, his hand coming back up, hesitating again before bringing his hand against her skin.

   Lucie had expected the cold feeling that came when a ghost touched you, the echo of a once warm hand. She hadn’t, however, expected to feel a real, solid hand, albeit still cold, on her cheek. Jesse was touching her, actually touching her. His broad hand catching the tears that were falling. Jesse looked just as surprised as she felt.

   She watched him for a second before giving a slightly breathless laugh.

  “Bloody hell.”

#jesse x lucie #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #tlh #the last hours #ghostwriter #heronthorn #tsc fanfiction #the shadowhuter chronicles

[the-nagakenny-archives]

Jungle Cuddles Part 1

        “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I cannot believe I’m doing this.” Dilara facepalmed herself as she wandered into the deep green abyss. She knew the jungle was a dangerous place, as those villagers had warned her, but she didn’t care. She heard the rumors of some kind of ‘monster’ hiding in the trees, and she wanted to see for herself. She had the guts of an adventurer but despite all of that, she was still nervous about what this creature was. After all, you’d think that the idea of there being snake-people that lure humans to their doom with smooth voices and magic eyes would be ridiculous!

Yeah, right. Nagas do. Not. Exist. There’s no such thing, right? Right? Her thoughts were racing, but her heartbeat remained steady.

She assured herself that there was no such thing, and she even told the villagers she was staying with for a time that. She boasted that she could prove that their worries were foolish by spending two days in the deep jungle. Alone. Dilara was confident she’d get in there and back just fine, she even brought more than enough gear to both survive and get any confirmation about this creature. Still, deep down inside, she had almost no idea what she was really doing. Against her best judgment, she refused to believe there was some heartless creature who entranced and ate innocent people who wandered too far from home, telling herself ‘that’s just something to keep the little ones close by.’

Little did she know she couldn’t be farther from the truth about what she was really looking for.

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Not a huge ways away, our favorite Prince of Cuddles Kenny was lounging around among some tree branches, trying to kill time until the sunset. He was humming a cheery tune that had a slight beat to it, which was accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of his fingers. To say he was bored would be an understatement. How long had it been since the last time he found a human to snuggle with? A week, two weeks, three weeks? He could barely remember. Oh well, guess he would just indulge in his own company, tonight! He was just about to close his eyes in a meditative state while humming his song, before he heard someone mumbling in the distance.

        “Stupid plan I had… Just going off by my lonesome… What was I thinking, I mean… What’s the point of this, seriously?” Could it be, another one? He poked his head around his tree and squinted his eyes, before resting them on a young woman. He could guess she was in her early twenties. She had long, subtly shiny brown hair tucked in a loose ponytail, her skin was slightly pale everywhere except her chest and neck, and… Oh, those eyes. He couldn’t see them too well from where he was sitting, but he could tell they were some sort of blue-green, and they were definitely one of her best features. He could tell she wasn’t the most fit of her kind, but she was still a sight to behold. He liked all body types anyways regardless of how skinny or buff someone was.

        “What’s this now~ Looks like an explorer maybe?” Kenny thought out loud. She did have a burly backpack on her, most likely full of supplies to last at least the next day or two. He shied away higher in the trees as she got closer, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. After all, he did like to catch his cuddle buddies by a subtle surprise most of the time. Thankfully, she wandered right under him and didn’t even notice the subtle patterns of snake tail high in the branches. Though, she looked pretty on edge, surveying her immediate area carefully to make sure not to run into anything that would try to kill her.

Maybe I could give her a proper welcome, and a cozy place to cuddle and sleep~ I bet she would be grateful for the help… He said to himself in his head. The gears in his head started to turn, and he chuckled. He would wait until sunset though, she would likely be tired by then and thus be more vulnerable for what he had planned. In the meantime, he decided he would follow her silently, and not let her out of his sight. He couldn’t wait until he could introduce himself to her.

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It took her a while, but Dilara finally managed to find somewhere decent to set up her small hammock. And not a moment too soon, because the sun would be setting in just about an hour. But she made sure to take a few extra precautions, such as finding trees secure enough to hold the ropes so she wouldn’t go tumbling to her doom, and tying up her food in a bag, which was secured to another tree right next to it. Dilara just prayed there weren’t any thieving monkeys close to where she was camping out. She decided since the sun was still setting and it wouldn’t be super dark for a while, she would at least go through her inventory. She opened her back and mumbled as she fumbled around her things, and went through her basic essentials.

        “Water bottle, spare water bottle, camera, notepad, pens, research tools, phone… Why did I even bring this? There’s no signal this deep in the jungle.” She shrugged and continued going through her items. “Knife, flashlight, hmm. Yup, it’s all here!” Dilara tossed her backpack in the other end of the hammock and laid back, closing her eyes.

        “You’re forgetting something darling~” A deep voice rang outside her line of sight.

        “No, no I don’t think I-” Wait. She was alone, so who replied to her? Dilara’s eyes immediately shot open, and widened, as she glanced around trying to find out where the sound come from. She heard a soft hiss in reply, and instinctively pulled out her dagger, pointing it every which way.

        “I think you are. You forgot to have some fun company!” The voice sounded masculine and fun, and she couldn’t deny it had a… charming tone to it.

        “W-who’s out there? Don’t make me use this!”

        “Whoa, whoa, whoa. There’s no need for that. I’m not a threat, I promise.” The voice assured her. She figured that in a place like this, with all sorts of magical who-knows-what going around, some of the wildlife would be able to speak. Although Dilara was having none of it, and only grew more scared. “Just calm down, everything’s okay.” Where was that voice coming from?

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Kenny tried to stay out of her sight, slowly slithering towards the woman. Behind her of course, because a sharp knife to the abs by a total stranger was not his idea of fun.

         “Where are you, I won’t hesitate to defend myself!” The young woman yelled, glancing everywhere she could to see where he was, except ironically right behind her.

        “Well finding me will be easy, since I’m right behind you~” Kenny immediately regretted pointing out his location, because right after he said that, he was met with two things: A blade, and a woman who looked like she would try to cut his throat if he made one wrong move. But he still wasn’t intimidated, though. He still had work to do! “Hey, hey! I’m not going to hurt you! I just wanted to say hi!” Kenny shielded his face with his arms, preparing for an attack.

        “….Pardon?” Kenny slowly peeked over his hands, and saw the woman had a confused look on her face, but she was still holding the knife towards his direction.

        “I was just going to introduce myself. Come now, let’s be civilized. Just calm down, and put the blade away.” Kenny calmly spoke in a hushed tone. “I just want to say hi~” He proceeded to smile that same infectious smile, the kind of smile almost anyone would fall for.

This girl really needs some TLC, courtesy of me~ He thought to himself.

        “If you want to properly greet me, come fully into the light. I can barely see you.” The woman glared towards him.

        “Fine, fine. Just promise you won’t freak out, okay?” Kenny inched closer to where she was, but was still hidden in the shade of the trees.

        “Why?” She asked with a keen eye, raising her eyebrow.

        “Just, don’t scream. Okay?” Kenny pleaded. He knew if she got scared, she would either try to hurt him or run off, but we couldn’t have that, now could we? And he had just the thing to help her mellow out.

Dilara considered what he said, and reluctantly chose to let him come closer. But she would still be prepared in case he tried anything stupid.

        “Fine! But no funny stuff, I’m warning you.”

        “As you wish~” He purred. He could’ve sworn he heard a very faint gasp from her after she heard his response. And if he squinted his eyes, he could see just the slightest hint of a blush on her nose. Kenny chuckled in his head. He did have that effect on people, and then some. Slowly but surely, he came closer into the light, and hoped she wouldn’t try to take him out in cold blood.

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Dilara was not prepared for what immediately came into her vision. What met her eyes was not some horrible predator, but just a man. A very, very good-looking man, at least by human standards. Soft puppy-dog eyes that had a color similar to dark chocolate, tan skin that could��ve been almost all pure muscle, tall, and flowing red hair that was unkempt but somehow clean and soft-looking. She was almost tempted to reach out and touch his hair, but perished the thought when she remembered she might be in danger. But still, he was a sight for sore eyes. And after thinking that, her rosy blush only grew redder.

Woooow… Her mind echoed.

She heard the man give a hearty laugh in response, and she tried to hide her obvious reaction with one of her hands, still holding up her knife with the other.

        “I take it you like what you see? That’s nice to know~” He purred deeply. The man blew a kiss at her, and it took all her willpower not to swoon.

        “N-no?” Dilara squeaked, but her cheeks were a dead giveaway to what she was really thinking.

Man, he’s good! And oh, so handsome.She admitted in her head. She was still scared, but couldn’t deny that he was pretty good-looking.

        “For someone as pretty as you, you’re such a bad liar, you know?” He laughed heartily. Dilara groaned in agreement, and couldn’t help but give a little laugh in response as well. She finally looked him over fully, and realized part of him was still hidden in the darkness.

        “Ah-bup-bup. Closer please. I still can’t see some of you!” Dilara snapped out of her flirt-induced daze, and held her blade up a little higher.

        “Okay, okay. Promise not to scream?”

        “Sure?” Dilara raised an eyebrow.

        “Okay then! I’m coming closer!” The man grinned, and immediately started coming almost uncomfortably close to her. She heard a faint slithering noise, and her eyes widened when she saw that below his naval, there wasn’t a pair of legs, but a tail. Despite the stranger being oddly charming, and telling him that she would not freak out, her brain overrode her ability to keep her cool, and she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

        “Y-YOU’RE A NAGA?!”

And that about does it for Part 1! If I feel like it, I might make more to the story at some point, most likely I will, but don’t get your hopes up! I can guesstimate Part 2 could come out in a week or two. A month at most! I just wanted to try my hand at writing stuff again and thought this would make nice practice. I’m doing this for the enjoyment of others to read, and I’m totally cool with my submission being anonymous. I’m not the kind of person to bask in the spotlight, ya know? Anyway, hoped you all liked what I wrote and feel free to leave behind some constructive criticism if you can! Bye~

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#ask-nagakenny #submission #story #this is great! :'3

[purplesurveys]

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When was the last time you felt like “getting into someone’s pants”?  Way back last year.

What is your favorite energy drink, if you have a favorite at all?  I find energy drinks nasty.

Would you have kids with the last person you kissed?  That wouldn’t be possible even in the literal sense.

Do you know someone who threatens to kill themselves?  Before.

Would you ever completely dye your hair the color green?  Yes, but I would opt for a darker shade rather than a bright or neon one.

Have you ever been in a long-distance relationship before?  I have not. Thinking about it, I’m pretty low-maintenance so I could probably handle it if I ever find myself in that situation, as long as I’m invested enough in the relationship and my partner.

What is your favorite food to eat around Christmas?  I like anything my family prepares really, but I definitely go for lumpia first if I see a whole container of it.

Do the people in your town speak like rednecks?  No and I’m not sure if we have an equivalent for that here.

When was the last time you cried happy tears?  Like a week ago when the Permission to Dance video came out. The ending when everyone was taking off their masks and smiling was really heartwarming.

How liberal are you?  Enough to make most of my relatives uncomfortable.

Would you mind living near large predatory animals?  Yes. I’ve lived in gated villages all my life so it will take a lot of getting used to.

Have you ever experienced altitude sickness?  I don’t think so. The ‘worst’ I’ve experienced is just feeling pressure in my ears and having weakened hearing whenever we drive up mountains; it takes a while before mine do the popping thing and I get my normal hearing back.

What’s your biggest priority right now?  To be consistent at improving at my job and making fewer mistakes as I go. I shared this with my boss recently and she told me not to worry too much as I’m doing better than I think I am and that the mistakes I beat myself about have actually been small and fixable ones, but the perfectionist/workaholic in me just refuses to be reassured lol.

If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself?  The last time this happened, public wi-fi was still mostly a myth so I had to contend with A LOT of forced napping just to make the time pass by. I didn’t have a phone either, so my experience was extremely dull and boring.

Are your hands unsteady?  They’re not surgeon-level stable but I think they’re fine for the most part.

Do you listen to a lot of mainstream music?  I used to until I got into BTS. I haven’t really listened to any other artist since getting into them back in April lol.

Do you think you’re pretty?  Some days.

Have you ever added someone you don’t know on Facebook?  Yeah, a few work contacts like bloggers whose names I recognized but have never talked to/engaged with.

Do you have dirty pictures in your phone?  Nope.

Have you ever looked up porn on the internet?  Yes. I have my on-and-off phases when it comes to porn though and these days I don’t watch a lot of it.

Would you ever shoot someone right in the face? In a case of self-defense where I was clearly trying to be killed, that's right where I would aim. But otherwise, of course I wouldn't. < Sounds about right. But holy shit that sounds like it would look so gross.

Have you ever sold drugs?  I’ve never been around drugs ever.

Did you ever try cutting yourself?  It was a coping mechanism many, many moons ago.

Who’s the last guy you texted?  It was a - surprise surprise - delivery guy who needed directions again to my house.

Who do you know that wears the most make up?  I’m not sure, but then again most people I know don’t really put on makeup these days because lol Covid and stay-at-home orders??

Do any of your friends have kids?  None of my friends do but I know several acquaintances and people from high school who’ve already given birth.

Have you ever been tied up?  Yeah.

How many times have you been cussed out?  Nearly everyday as a teenager.

Are you anyone’s first love?  I think?

Have you ever had an out-of-body experience?  Nope.

Do you have more than one personality?  Nope.

Do you prefer gory horror films or the psychological ones? Psychological ones for sure, but I don’t mind gore as well as long as it’s fun to watch and that it’s not too corny.

Do you have a favorite YouTuber or do you not watch much YouTube?  I haven’t watched a lot of YouTubers these days, but very recently I’ve been gravitating towards soothing vloggers like Anna Park and Mejiwoo. Their vlogs are greeeeaaaaat and I’m excited to discover similar creators so I can watch more videos that carry the same vibe.

Are you a good dancer?  I dance only when alone or when drunk. That said, I’m no good at all.

If you could find one long-lost friend of the past, who would it be?  Continued from yesterday. It’d be nice to reconnect with Raegan for like a day, just to catch up. Then again I’ve since been able to track her down on social media, so it’s nice to be able to see how she’s doing, at least from afar.

Was your sixth grade teacher a man or a woman? The teacher-in-charge of my section was a woman. They didn’t really appoint guy teachers to be TICs until recently.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled?  Yeah, but it had been a decayed tooth at that point that really needed to be pulled since it technically didn’t have a purpose anymore.

Do you wash your hair or your body first when taking a shower? Hair. 

Have you ever been to a nursing home?  I don’t think so.

Have you ever lived in a house that has been broken into?  Fortunately, no. My mom’s childhood home was robbed though, and their grand piano ended up being stolen :( To this day they have no clue how the thieves were able to pull it off without making too big of a fuss.

Is there someone in your life you don’t want in it?  I don’t think I dislike anyone that much at the moment.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over?  Three. Two of them because they died, and the other one is my dad for the times we had to drive him to the airport though I only cried over it only as a kid. 

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?  Andi.

Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you?  Yes.

Pretending to “never get the text” from someone who annoys you. Is that you?  Not really. I reply, just not quickly enough.

If your ex came up to you and asked you to take them back, what would you say?  Honest to god I would probably be smug about it, and ask what led to the sudden change of mind. I’m doing too okay now to entertain the request though, so idk if I would agree to it or not because I’ve worked pretty hard to get here.

Do you prefer boys to shave down there? I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been with a guy before so I haven’t really had a chance to establish a preference.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Nothing.

Do you enjoy watching cooking shows?  I have my moods. I prefer my cooking shows on YouTube, though.

Do you worry about gaining weight?  No.

Have you ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember? Cliche or worth watching?  Yeah the acting was so fucking cheesy the first 5 minutes the only thing left for me to do was gag. What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in?  They don’t really organize stuff here, or if they do I never join them to begin with.

Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses' names?  Nope. I know my sister doesn’t want to get married + I don’t speak to my brother, so I dunno if I’ll ever have any in-laws tbh.

Do you like being home alone or does it freak you out?  Well obviously I crave it these days, so it actually feels nice when everyone in the family has errands to run on the same day.

Did you lose friends when you started dating someone?  I lost Sofie, but I also blame college life for that loss.

Did you leave milk and cookies for Santa when you were little?  No.

To who did you last give the finger to?  I haven’t had to flip someone off in a while. I’m guessing just some stupid driver.

Do you talk in your sleep?  Nope. At least I have never been informed that I do.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents?  It’s civil enough for the house to stay quiet most days, but it’s nothing excellent.

Have you ever been a featured member on any website?  I don’t think so.

Do you feel that your previous relationships were a waste of time?  Yes.

Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows?  Without. I HAAAAAATE marshmallows.

Which do you like better: Regular cakes or cookie cakes?  I never got the point of cookie cakes tbh lol.

Have you ever been hit by the opposite sex?  No.

If your significant other cheated on you, would you take them back?  I know I definitely have the capacity to be dumb enough to do this, but it would also depend on how invested I am in the person.

What was the last song you listened to?  I'm currently listening to a slowed down version of Jungkook’s cover of Biebs’ 2U. 4 AM things.

What do you look for most in a friendship?  I’ve answered this question on a previous survey, same with a few of the following questions.

#survey #surveys

[hamadynes]

Some things to consider...

Ryuji being the only one who can STARTLE full bodied laughter out of Akira, who doubles over with hands over his mouth as he giggles like a helpless gradeschooler. Ryuji has no idea what he said (probably a completely unintentional innuendo) but just enjoys the sound cause it’s so RARE and INFECTIOUS. Not to mention it isn’t at him, it’s BECAUSE of him, which is so different than literally anyone else and Ryuji revels in it.

Akira buys one of the newly mass produced “Leader of the Phantom Thieves” costumes for Halloween but as they’re all traveling around for the day, it keeps getting caught on and in things and Ryuji LOSES IT every single time, has his phone on the ready constantly and will occassionally send one of the pics to the group chat when Akira is being particularly smug about something.

Akira being unknowingly touch starved cause it’s something he never had enough of to know if he liked it or not and learning to slowly accept and return Ryuji’s easy physical affection.

Akira stuffing Ryuji’s locker with chocolate on Valentine’s Day cause honestly eff the haters in his class. He LIGHTS UP like New Years and is insufferable the rest of the week, but it makes his steps lighter and back straighter and, well, worth it.

Akira low key judges the entire track team from afar, but never really says anything about it cause Ryuji doesn’t want him to feel angry about something he’s legitimately let go of... but if they sometimes find used coffee grounds scattered in their lockers, well, Akira never denied being petty okay.

The two of them sprawled across Akita’s couch, texting each other memes and cat videos and manga caps.

Akira is the only one that can break through the angry haze that Ryuji falls into sometimes. He just kinda, reaches out and grabs his arm or shoulder in a vice grip and breaths slow and easy until Ryuji is matching his pattern. Ryuji BEATS HIMSELF UP over it in secret cause he knows what impulsive anger can cause firsthand, feels it burn in his tainted blood, but Akira is so nonchalant about it afterward that forgiving himself gets easier.

Likewise, Akira gets in depressive ruts a lot and Ryuji refuses to let him waste away alone so he goes over to play video games, eat snacks, watch movies, drag him fishing, just be present without walking on eggshells or needing to have a serious discussion. The rest of the PT jump on this too, but Ryuji tends to be the most ON it since they hang out so much already.

Ryuji’s mom freaking loves Akira, like holy crap. They gossip about Ryuji all the time, right in front of him, and Ryuji HATES it... but is also so relieved they get along.

There’s absolutely that ONE TIME Akira lets out a soft “wow, for real?” and Ryuji NEVER lets him live it down.

The Shujin students’ rumors just get worse and worse over time... in part due to Akira and Ryuji both purposefully doing and saying the sketchiest things they can think of in the most public ways possible. Ryuji tries really hard to keep a very serious face to sell it, but just can’t hold it together when Akira shows up one day with a full on body bag slung over his shoulder (Bonus Ann joining in later and Makoto being both exasperated and secretly amused)

They talk about the Boat Incident eventually. It comes up as a joke but soon becomes apparent it bothers Ryuji a lot more than he lets on and Akira is legitimately surprised and quick to apologize and ensure Ryuji knows he never meant to hurt him.

They talk about the Morgana issue too, once Ryuji figures out it does bother Akira that the two most important, integral people in his life happen to have such clashing personalities. They eventually come to a civil agreement that, at the very least, they both love Akira enough to lose an argument every so often.

Although a ton of people text or video chat Akira once he’s back home, Ryuji is one of the only ones that CALLS him one-on-one, just every so often and usually in the evening. Ryuji rants about school, raves about food, and keeps him updated about stuff that doesn’t get sent to the group chat. Akira usually ends up falling asleep partway through, but it’s with such a relaxed smile that Morgana can’t find it in himself to cut off the conversation earlier.

Just... regardless of the way you perceive their relationship, Akira and Ryuji being comfy af around each other and appreciating the other’s presence in their lives cause they’re CANONICALLY BEST FRIENDS.

#persona 5 #pegoryu #ryuji sakamoto #akira kirusu #ren amamiya #akiryu #their friendship brings me so much joy like #it’s so soft #it’s so??? fond and affectionate and open? #and reminds me the most of my closest friends

[mustangshelby04]

Boston Boy - Chapter 16

A/N All right guys, there’s only one more chapter after this! But don’t worry your beautiful heads off, I’ll be doing some one shots to continue the story. Let me know what you want to see. I would love to get your ideas for the future of this beautiful couple!

Kate sat in the nursery with Gally curled up next to her and Dodger sitting with his head on her leg.  She looked around the room and admired hers and Chris’ handiwork.  They had gone with a Winnie the Pooh theme, using the original drawings of the characters since the colors were softer.  Chris had bought a beautiful and very plush, white and gray glider with a gliding foot rest for the nursery and it was Kate’s favorite place in the penthouse now.  She would spend hours rocking in the chair and dreaming up what her child’s life would be.

The glider was the only piece of furniture in the room beyond a bookshelf that was already starting to collect books.  The travel system from Ellen was sitting in one corner of the room with a large box full of the rest of the amazing gifts from her.  The rest of the furniture hadn’t been bought yet.  She and Chris were ordered not to buy anything beyond the glider.

Kate was now four weeks away from her due date and was beyond ready for it to be over with.  The world tour she’d joined Chris for had taken a lot out of her.  While she had had a ton of fun, her body just hadn’t been up to the task of that much fun and growing a small human at the same time. She had taken another week off and then gone back to work.  Unfortunately, the doctor was worried about her blood pressure and her showing some early warning signs of preeclampsia, so he had asked her to stop working as much as she had been.

Danielle had been amazing about everything.  She had two kids of her own and understood what Kate needed better than Kate herself did.  She had promised that Kate’s job was secure when she was ready to come back full time. Until then, she would only work part time if she felt up to it.

Chris walked into the nursery and chuckled. “You know, you can’t hide forever.”

“Who says I can’t try?” Kate retorted.

He just held his hands out to help her stand up. “Everyone is downstairs waiting.”

She took his hands and let him lift her to her feet. “I hate baby showers. And bridal showers for future reference.”

“Noted.  Not like I can do anything about it.  You’ve met my mother.  And my sisters and my brother.  You’re welcome to fight that.”

“Chicken shit.”  

“But hey, the cake is really pretty.”

“You weren’t supposed to go downstairs.”

“I needed something to drink.  They kicked me out pretty quickly.”

Lisa, Carly, Shanna, Scott, and Helena had all decided that they were going to decorate and Kate and Chris weren’t allowed to see any of it.  They didn’t even know who was on the guestlist. The whole thing had been kept hush-hush from the parents-to-be.

“I can’t wait to get our place to ourselves again.”

“It is feeling a bit crowded this week.  Careful!” Since the doctor had mentioned the preeclampsia (and Chris had done research on it), he had been hyperactively protective of her.  He freaked out if she tried to walk up and down stairs by herself.  She just rolled her eyes at him.

“Happy baby shower!” Everyone yelled and Chris and Kate came down the stairs.

There were so many people there!  Helena, Bill and Jan, and Lisa, Carly, Shanna, and Scott were obviously there; Chris’ dad, Bob and his wife; Kate’s aunt Charlotte had come up from Virginia and her uncle Ron and aunt Debbie had come in from Chicago; Scarlett Johansson had come; Downey and his wife were there; Chris’ best friend, Tara, had made it down; April was there; Danielle had come with her husband, Charles; Amy had driven up for the occasion; Sebastian Stan had shown up; and Megan was there, too.  The place was decorated with pink and blue streamers and balloons that said, “It’s a Boy” and “It’s A Girl” on them.  There were a few that said, “Boy or Girl?”  There was a massive pile of presents in the living room.  The cake and food had been set up in a beautiful display on the kitchen island and a drink station with a blue punch and a pink punch was set up on the kitchen counter.  There were little woodland creature decorations everywhere, too.

Carly and Scott walked over to Kate and Chris.  Carly draped a “Mommy-To-Be” sash over Kate while Scott pinned a “Daddy-To-Be” button to Chris’ shirt.  Lisa and Helena were both wearing pins that said “Grandma-To-Be.”  Someone had made a diaper cake and set it next to the actual cake, which was two tiers of cutesy woodland creatures running amok.  There was a photobooth area with different props for the pictures that Danielle had kindly set up and offered to run.

“Happy baby shower!” Carly squealed, kissing Kate’s cheek.

“That is a fuckton of presents.” Kate said.

“We’ll get to those.  Right now, we want pictures!”

Chris and Kate were stood at the photobooth and the guests that wanted pictures were allowed to pick the props.  It took a good half hour before they were allowed to get food.  Chris fixed her a plate so she could go sit down.  The love seat had been decorated with blue and pink streamers and someone had created the backs of thrones out of cardboard. One said Daddy and was painted blue and the other said Mommy and was painted pink.  There were even fake pink and blue jewels glued to both of them to make them even more throne-like.

Carly made Chris and Kate sit in their respective seats while people ate and Shanna hosted the three games they had planned.  April won the game where the guests had to use string to guess how big around Kate’s stomach was.  She received a gift bag filled with home spa items.  The second game was where the guests had to guess what candy bar was melted in the different diapers.  Tara had won that game and was given a gift bag filled with candles, an engraved picture frame, and various candies.  The third and final game was called “My Water Broke” where everyone had been given an ice cube with a plastic baby in it.  The first person who’s baby was free of the ice had to yell that their water broke. Sebastian had been overenthusiastic when yelling it, startling everyone in the room.  He had walked away with a $50 VISA gift card.

While everyone started throwing their plates away, Helena had Chris and Kate cut the cake.  She stayed to serve the pieces to everyone while the parents-to-be took their love seat thrones again.  Carly, Shanna, and Scott had begun moving presents closer to the love seat to be passed over to Chris and Kate.  While they waited for everyone to get their slices of cake and eat them, Scarlett came over and sat down next to Kate on Chris’ side of the loveseat.  Chris had gotten up and was across the room talking with his father and Bill.  Probably getting some dad advice.

“You’re not having any fun, are you?” Scarlett said conspiratorially to Kate.

“Not in the slightest.” Kate said. “I hate showers.  And I feel like a bloated whale.”

“I hate these things, too.  Just give me the presents and don’t make a fuss.”

“Exactly!”  

“And for the record, you don’t look like a bloated whale.” She held her hand out to Kate. “Your fiancé sucks at introductions.  I’m Scarlett.” “Kate.”

“I’m sorry we’re just now meeting.  I wanted to come along on the Civil War tour, but I had some prior engagements.”

“It’s ok.”

“Chris has talked almost non-stop about you and the baby.  I’m so happy for you guys.”

“I’ve actually been kind of nervous to meet you.”

“Yeah?  Why’s that?”

“Chris talks so highly of you.  You’re one of his closest friends.”

“Oh, I’m not that scary.”

“I didn’t think you would be, and hey, I survived meeting Tara.”

“She’s a cool chick.”

“Yeah.”

“If I’m being honest, I’ve been kind of nervous to meet you, too.”

Kate laughed. “Me?  Oh god, why?”

“Well, I’ve met a few of Chris’ girlfriends.  None of them, in my opinion, have measured up to what I think my friend deserves.  I can be a little protective of him.  I was a little nervous that you wouldn’t measure up, too.”

“That scares me.” “Don’t worry.  From what I can tell, you exceed expectations.  Chris looks genuinely happier than I’ve ever seen him. Downey, Mackie, Lizzie, and Hemmy all sing your praises.”

“They’re sweet.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Um…. Done.  I’m feeling done.  If Jelly Bean wants to vacate the premises, I won’t stop him or her.”

“I remember those days.  They pretty much sucked.”

“Yes.  Yes, they do.”

“You’re in the home stretch now.”

“Thankfully!”

“Any contractions yet?”

“Lots of Braxton Hicks.  They’ve been happening a lot on and off today.”

“It’s all the excitement.”

“That’s what I figured.”

“Oh god, have you started nesting yet?”

“Yes!  It’s insane! It’s been driving me batty not to have the furniture we need to finish the nursery.  We were told to hold off on the big stuff.”

“I would love to see it.”

“Yeah?” Kate started the struggle to get up and Scarlett helped her to her feet. The two women headed around into the kitchen and started up the stairs.

“Whoa, hey.” Chris came rushing over. “Where are you going?”

“To show Scarlett the nursery.”

“I’ll come with.”

“Chris, baby, I can walk up the stairs without help.”

“But….”

“Go back to the party, Evans.” Scarlett joked. “You’re being a helicopter mom right now.”

Chris looked at them with wide, puppy dog eyes. “I’m immune to those things now.” Kate said. “Put them away before you strain your eyes.  I’ll be fine.”

Scarlett laughed and followed Kate upstairs, turning briefly to mouth to Chris, “I really like her.”

Ten minutes later, the two walked back downstairs arm in arm and laughing. It made Chris happy to see that they had hit it off and seemed as thick as thieves already.  Lisa walked over and apologized to Scarlett before taking Kate away. She and Chris spent the next hour and a half opening all of the presents that their guests had brought and ones that had been sent from friends that couldn’t make it to the shower.  Carly was writing down what they got and who sent it so Chris and Kate could send out thank you cards later.

When the shower finally wound down and people began leaving, they were given cute little gift bags with travel-sized hand sanitizers from Bath and Body Works, mini-jar candles from Yankee Candle, some butter mints in a little baby bottle, and little engraved frames holding a picture from Chris’ and Kate’s maternity shoot that Danielle had insisted on doing.  The only ones left at the end of the night were Amy, Lisa, and Scott.  Helena and Bill had declined the offer to stay at the penthouse and had gotten a hotel nearby.  Lisa and Amy were staying at the penthouse in the two guest rooms while Scott was taking the couch from Kate’s garage apartment that Chris had put in the downstairs guest room that they had turned into an office for him and Kate.  Carly and Shanna had driven back to Sudbury so Carly could get back to her kids and Shanna could get to work in the morning.

“We’ll start working on putting this all together tomorrow.” Lisa said.

“I can’t believe we got all of this stuff!” Chris said. “Everyone is so sweet for doing this.” Kate let out a heavy breath and rubbed her stomach. “What’s wrong?” Chris was on instant high alert.

“Braxton-Hicks.” Kate said. “They’ve been happening on and off all day.”

“Are you sure?  Should we call the doctor?”

“I have an appointment tomorrow.  I’ll be fine.”

“Do you need anything?” Lisa asked.

“Actually, I’ve got a headache and I’m feeling kind of tired.  I want to go upstairs and lay down.”

Chris stood up and helped her to her feet. “I’ll be back down in a little bit.”

“Go on up and stay with her.” Lisa said. “We’ll clean up down here.”

“Thanks, ma.”

Kate sighed as Chris helped her change into her usual oversized T-shirt she slept in, take her contacts out, and lay down on their bed. “Thanks.”

“Are you ok?”

“Could you grab some Tylenol for me?”

“Of course.” Chris rushed into the bathroom and came out with Tylenol and a glass of water.  He set to work massaging her feet, but stopped when he noticed how swollen they were. “Babe, are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m a little dizzy, but I think that’s cause of the headache and all the fun today.”

“Kat, your feet and legs are really swollen.  That’s a sign of preeclampsia.  So are headaches and dizziness.”

“The doctor did say I was at risk.  We’re going tomorrow, so we can ask then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to call now?”

“Chris, it’s late.”

“It’s nine at night.”

“Well, that’s late enough.” Kate curled up on her side. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I’m going to brush my teeth and take my contacts out, then I’ll join you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He leaned over and kissed her.

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Chris woke up to the sounds of his name being called between gagging coming from the bathroom.  The clock said it was around three in the morning.  He quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.  Kate was clinging to the toilet, shaking and crying. “Hey….” He moved to her side and let out a curse when he saw the blood in the toilet. “Kate!”

“Chris, I don’t feel good.” Kate sobbed.

“We’re going to the hospital.” He jumped up and ran out of the room. “MA!” Chris burst through the guest bedroom door, startling his mother awake. “Ma, it’s Kate!  Help!”

Lisa was up like a shot.  She followed Chris into the bedroom and then pushed past him when she heard Kate. “Oh no! Sweetheart…. Chris, get her some clothes.”

“What’s going on?” Amy asked from the doorway to the bedroom.

“I’m taking Kate to the hospital.” Chris said, grabbing a pair of yoga pants out of one of Kate’s drawers while dialing the number to a car service on his cell phone. “Can you go wake up Scott?”

“Yeah!” Amy turned and ran downstairs.

Lisa was running a washrag over Kate’s face, whispering comforting words to her. “Come on, Katie.  Let’s get your clothes on.” Chris came over and gave his mother the yoga pants as he dialed the emergency number to Kate’s doctor.

Scott ran in, throwing a shirt on. “What’s going on?”

“Scott, come help me.” Scott rushed over and helped his mother get Kate into her pants and shoes. “Amy, honey, do you have Helena’s phone number?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Amy said. “I’ll call her.  Where are you going?  I mean, what hospital?”

“New York Presbyterian.” Chris said. “It’s not far.”

“Ok. I’ll call her.”

“Here,” Chris grabbed the pen and notepad out of Kate’s nightstand drawer. He quickly wrote down a number for the car service and another number underneath it. “Call this number and give them this account number.  Send a car for her family, they’re at the Millennium Hilton, and then get one for yourself.  I’ve already got one on the way.” He turned and swept Kate up into his arms.  Scott and Lisa helped steady them as they walked down the stairs.

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Kate looked around the private birthing suite and sighed.  She had been poked with needles and had an IV in her arm, ready to administer drugs if needed.  They had brought in an ultrasound and had hooked her up to a fetal monitor after taking her for a CT scan.  Chris sat on the bed next to her, holding her hand.  He was the only one allowed in with her right now.

“I just want to go home.” Kate said, laying her head down on Chris’ shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head. “I know, baby.”

Doctor Beauchamp walked into the room and looked at the waiting couple. “Well, the blood in your vomit is from a small tear in the lining of your esophagus. Sometimes this happens with the nausea and vomiting during pregnancy.  It’s manageable if we can control the nausea and get you to eat soft foods for seven to ten days.  What concerns me is the protein in your urine, Kate, and how high your blood pressure is.  We talked about you being preeclamptic and you’re showing enough of the signs right now.”

“So, what’s the plan, Doc?” Chris asked.

“I want you, Kate, to try and make it to 39 weeks.  Right now, you’re still within reason to give birth naturally like you want, so what I’m going to do is keep you here for the next two weeks so we can monitor you, but you’re on strict bedrest.”

“You’re not going to induce?” Kate asked.

“I could and I might even be able to do it more naturally than giving you Pitocin since you’re dilated to one, but I don’t want to and I know you want to avoid the Pitocin at all costs.”

“Yes!”  

“I want Jelly Bean to bake for a little longer, so two weeks here on bedrest. You’re only allowed out of that bed to go to the bathroom and to take very quick showers.  Chris, you may want to go home and pack some of Kate’s stuff. Comfortable, loose fitting clothes, please.”

“You got it.” Chris said. “Anything.”

“Ok. I’m going to go discuss with the nurses everything they need to know and I’ll be back later with a list of some super fun bedrest rules.” Doctor Beauchamp walked out and Kate burst into tears.

“Hey,” Chris pulled Kate to him tightly. “Shh, it’s ok.  It’s only two weeks and then we’ll meet our little Jelly Bean.”

“But there’s so much to get done before then!”

“Ma isn’t going anywhere anytime soon and neither is Scott.  I’m pretty sure your mom isn’t leaving now.  I can call in whoever else we need to get the stuff put together before the baby arrives.”

“But I won’t get to help.”

“I can bring some stuff here for you to work on.”

“I just want to go home.”

“You will.  And when you do, you’ll be holding Jelly Bean.” Chris kissed her sweetly. “I’m going to go let everyone know what’s going on and see if we can have anyone back here besides us.”

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Over the next week, Kate didn’t show much change.  Which wasn’t a bad thing.  She had started to dilate some more, so the doctor was happy that she might even give birth without any help.  Bill and Jan had gone home, but Helena had decided to stay to be there with her daughter.  She and Lisa were staying at the penthouse with Scott.  They Facetimed with Chris and Kate so the couple could help finish decorating the nursery with the furniture they had gotten.  

On her twelfth day there, July 8th, Dr. Beauchamp had decided they didn’t need to wait any longer.  She decided to try the more natural induction of labor by going in and stripping the membranes.  It was extremely painful, and Chris had no idea how that much of the doctor’s arm fit up inside his fiancée, but it was effective.  Kate’s contractions had set in and she went into active labor.  Chris was by her side for every single minute with Lisa and Helena taking turns on Kate’s free side.  Kate labored for fourteen hours before it was finally time to push. Dr. Beauchamp allowed Kate to move around and try to find more comfortable positions to deliver the baby in, but nothing was working.

“Kate, the baby is stuck and going into distress.” Dr. Beauchamp announced. “We need to get this baby out now.  I’m going to have to do a c-section.”

“No.” Kate growled, trying to push again.

“Kate, you need to stop pushing.  This baby isn’t going to come out naturally and you’re only going to hurt yourself and the baby if you keep trying.”

Kate let out a scream as another contraction bore down on her. “I need to push!”

“Kate, your blood pressure is through the roof.  You need to calm down.”

Chris tried soothing Kate, but nothing helped.  Doctor Beauchamp called for the anesthesiologist to meet them in the OR with a spinal tap while she administered an anti-anxiety medicine. Kate was so scared and so worked up that the medicine didn’t have much of an effect.  Chris was made to stay in the room while they got Kate prepped for surgery.  He paced the floor, waiting for them to come get him.  They had told him it wouldn’t take more than ten minutes.  It had now been thirty minutes.  He was about to start kicking doors in when a nurse came to get him.

Kate was strapped down to the OR table with a sheet pinned up as a screen. She was still panicking and gripped his hand tightly.  He whispered comforting words and tried to keep her focus on him.  She kept complaining about how bad her upper back was hurting and she couldn’t get comfortable.  The doctor and nurses begged her to stop writhing, but she was in too much pain. They gave her a booster on her spinal tap and that seemed to do the trick some.  The doctor took advantage to quickly perform the c-section.  Chris stood up to peer over the curtain to see the baby come slithering out of the open wound.  The baby’s cry echoed in the room and Kate closed her eyes in relief.

“It’s a girl!” Doctor Beauchamp announced.

Chris turned to Kate and started to say something, but the words died on his lips as the sound of the alarm on the heart monitor went off.  The nurses came up and told him to leave, but he refused.  He began yelling at them to help Kate and security was brought in to physically remove him from the room.  They took him back to the birthing suite where his mother and Helena were waiting.  They jumped up and he started to sob.

“I don’t know what’s happening!” Chris cried. “They won’t tell me anything. She was in pain and they gave her more drugs and just after the baby was born, her heart rate dropped.”

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