#also they literally joined the battle tonight. I am funny

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

All mine♡

Kokushibo my beloved♡

Warnings: female bodied reader, drunk sex (consent is given before), humor (i think its funny), dom kokushibo, standing up sex (whatever u wanna call it lmao), reader is kokushibos wife🫶🏾 and human, dirty talk from kokushibo, man handling(?)

Kokushibo disappearing most nights was something he had informed you about from time, since he was in the twelve kizuki and working for a man he couldn't say. Just as you were done washing up and heading to your shared bedroom and saw him sitting on the porch looking at the sky. "You're not being summoned by that man tonight?" You walked closer to kokushibo sitting beside him. "No... "He" does not require my presence tonight, and I already did my other tasks. I assumed you were sleeping already, " he said bluntly.

"Is that so?" You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder "well I was planning on having a drink by myself tonight, but since you're here, why dont you come inside and join me?" You asked, resting your hand on his thigh.

Kokushibo looked at you with a slight blush on his cheeks and wrapped his arm around you're waist "I am a demon.... I won't be nearly as drunk if I have the same amount as you do, " he said. "So you have a whole bottle to yourself then. I'll have my amout, and you have yours, " you chuckled.

Kokushibo was never the one to make fun suggestions when he's with you since his type of "fun" was fighting death battles. So he would agree to whatever ideas you had since he found enjoyment in what you had planned and how much effort you put into your plans with him. Despite him being a literally demon and straightforward, he loves you so much he could never Refus you without good reason.

Once inside, you brought two bottles of sake out holding them in each hand and sat in front of kokushibo. He gave you a questionable look, and you giggled, "Don't worry, I didn't buy this alone. I was with a friend today after work. Come to think of it, I've never seen you drunk. Are you a Cryer?" You teased

"Demons usually get aroused when we drink.. it's been hundreds of years since I've drake sake...so I don't believe it's strong enough to get me to that point, " he said and took the sake bottle, analyzing it in his hand. "Well, if you do, then we can have sex." You giggled "joking" around but looked at kokushibo with puppy eyes. Kokushibo looked at your face and then eyes trailing down your body. "I accept," kokushibo said, making you chuckle at his response.

After 10 minutes, kokushibo had drank the entire bottle and some of yours and sat there in silence, not moving a muscle. "Kokushibo?" Your voice slurred out his name and crawled to him "hey you there? Helloooo, " you said and poked him."y/n.... sake really has changed over the years...." He said, moving his hand to your cheek and then to your ear, playing with it between his fingers.

"Stop it, that tickles!" You laughed, crawling onto his lap to straddle him,"you're ear... it's so cute I could eat it, " he said with all his eyes resting. You looked at him, shocked and a bit scared. "Oh okay, um. Let's not say that since you are a man eating demon, " you chuckled nervously. All of Kokushibo's eyes widened, and he gasped softly but also a bit dramatically. "Oh noo.... no, no. You are a human whom I'd never eat... never eat, " he said, still playing with your ear, but this time sticking his finger inside your ear.

"Don't do that either!" You slap his hand away but held it intertwining your fingers with his laughing hard."My god, you're so out of it, aren't you!?" You said and kissed his hand and looked at kokushibo. After looking at each other in silence, kokushibo couldn't help the smile curling from his lips and started to chuckle, eventually turning into low keep laughs.

This is the first time you're seeing your husband laugh, let alone smile. You couldn't help but laugh along with him, loving the feeling of him being relaxed and comfortable with you. Kokushibo hugged you tightly, and you did the same while rubbing his back. "I love you," kokushibo said. "I'm.... happy I found a human like you." He said not only drunk but actually coming from his heart, and you give him a kiss."I love you too, silly. That's why we are married, " you giggled

"I am not silly." kokushibo slurs his words and kisses you back but more passionately and slowly moves both hands to your ass. You placed both hands on his face, kissing back with tounge, letting out small "mhms." Kokushibo pulled back, breathing heavy. "It looks like I was wrong.... I did get aroused" he said taking your hand and places it over his cock "but I can't help but lust for you" he said "then take me" you said teasing his tip with your thumb

"Y/n, I told you to stay still. You'll fall if you don't" kokushibo said while flicking his tounge your clit while holding your waist keeping you still. "Kokushibo- It's too much! I'm getting close, " you moaned, grabbing onto his hair to push your pussy more onto his mouth. Kokushibo sucks on your clit and thrusts his fingers inside your wet pussy and made sure to curly them in the right places, making you cum on his fingers seconds later.

You rest your body against the wall and look at kokushibo out of breath "kokushibo I can't stand anymore," you said with shaking legs. Kokushibo licks his fingers clean and then starts to kiss up your body. "I was not planning to make you stand any longer," be said, grabbing both your legs and picking you up. You gasped in the moment, underestimating how strong your demon husband is. Kokushibo used one of his hands to hold your whole body and the other hand on his cock rubbing his tip on your hole "hold on to me" he whispers "I can't hold back. I want to fuck you until you're screaming" he said and puts its in making you let out a squeal.

Kokushibo groaned, grabbing your ass tightly with both hands. "I have not been taking care of my gorgeous wife, haven't I? You're so tight" he said thrusting his cock slowly yet deep inside you at frist "I apologize. I'll make you feel so good, trust me. " kokushibo moans low in your ear and starts fucking you missionary style while making your whole body bounce on his cock.

You held onto kokushibo tightly, letting out loud moans and screams of pleasure in between with glossy eyes from how deep he is inside you, hitting your spot more aggressively. "I love your beautiful voice, ngh- haa~ and that fucked out face you make for me" kokushibo moans thrusting his hips faster "you're so close I can feel your pussy sucking me in, needing to cum all over my cock.... mhm, am i wrong?".

You nod you're head yes in reply "kokushibo, kokushibo please I need to cum. Don't stop, " you begged and kissed him, moaning in his mouth.

You could tell he was close too from his soft whimpers in the kiss and eyes squeezing shut. You felt his thick cock pound your pussy harder until kokushibo let out a long hum in the kiss filling you up with his cum while you having an orgasm around the same time.

The next day came around with the hours passing by, and kokushibo had to be summoned by "that man" again. Kokushibo pet your head and then cups your cheek. "I'll be back soon," he said, and you nodded with a smile.

Kokushibo rubbed his thumb on your cheekbone and leaned down to your ear. "You seem different somehow. Can you still feel me inside you, darling?" He asked with his other hand on your hip, making you hide your face in his palm and nod yes to answer his question.

Kokushibo grinned and kissed your forehead. "I see" He said and disappeared into the night

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #upper moon 1 #kokushibo #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x reader #x reader

[legodamianwayne]

BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))

(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))

i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute

OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good

look at them goofing off n having fun

this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny

bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn

damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3

and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner

i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class

wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing

you dont say bruce 🙄

"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament

also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's

i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime

"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]

i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me

did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?

interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)

wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?

ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here

not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg

am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks

they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now

not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him

end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho

next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)

bonus bestie corner

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #batman and robin 2023 #FINALLY tumblr keeps posting it while im editing it but its done yippee #this is inspired by makeste bnh/a liveblogs! i remember how much fun it was reading them that i wanna try it with b&r #tho i dont think i could ever write as much for a single issue... #still figuring out how i want to do this

[itsthegreenone]

Every Tales from the SMP

Character : introduces themselves

Chat :

#yes I made this shit meme #you can use it. please use it. #/j #tales from the SMP #karl jacobs #tftsmp #dream smp #greenery #I am not tagging tonight's characters ! because I will forget the correct names #I hate them all so much (extremely affectionate) #the pit #also they literally joined the battle tonight. I am funny #I've never had that many notes what #you're all so cool you know that ? I love you #look mom I'm famous

[debbielouocean]

ask for nothing and that’s all you’ll get (this rule does not apply to jen harding) (2/2)

PART 1

jen harding/judy hale (also on ao3)

When Jen first started thinking about Judy like that, she could only keep reminding herself- 

“You’re not even gay,” Jen muttered, sinking down further into the bath and deliberately blocking out where she’d just had her hand and who she’d been thinking about. “What the fuck is wrong with you? She’s your best friend.” 

And that was pretty much the only thing stopping her. She could hide behind the facade of being straight all she wanted, but she really wasn’t that committed to it. What she was committed to was not hurting Judy, who was her best fucking friend. 

The worst part was, she’d promised Judy she would tell her. Judy had looked at her with those puppy dog eyes that barely worked when Henry tried it and she’d folded instantly. She probably would have signed over her car if Judy had asked for it. 

Actually, the worst part was that Jen was positive that Judy wouldn’t bring it up again. She’d wait. Patiently. Until Jen was ready to talk about it. Which meant it would hang over them for weeks, awkward and tense, until it bubbled over and threatened to ruin everything. As if it hadn’t already done so. 

A knock on the bathroom door interrupted her self-deprecation. 

“Jen? We’re gonna be late!” 

“I have never been late to one of the kids’ activities and I’m not gonna start tonight, Judy.” It was true. Hard to be late to things you had no intention of going to. But she was pulling herself up out of the tub anyway and grabbing a towel. 

Against all odds, it was a Charlie activity tonight. Pastor Wayne had somehow managed to convince him that an extracurricular activity would benefit him and he’d joined some sort of robotics club. The dismissive, off-hand tone he’d used when he’d told Jen about the robot fight club meant that she was absolutely gonna be going to every single robot battle and she’d fucking figure out what all of it meant. She’d even read a book about it if she had to. Because she hadn’t seen Charlie this invested in something that wasn’t a video game in years. 

They were going, non negotiable. And it was going to be a nice, normal evening focused on Charlie for fucking once and not on her. She was not going to make tonight about her.

So she waited by the bathroom door, towel wrapped tightly around her, until she could be sure she’d heard Judy leave her bedroom. 

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An hour and forty-two minutes later, she found herself squished beside Judy in an Applebee’s booth. Charlie’s team had done well, placing second overall and qualifying them for the next competition. So they’d come to his favorite chain restaurant to celebrate. Jen was proud of him; she couldn’t have imagined Charlie from a year ago being this invested in something for school. 

“Just think about how cool this is gonna look on your college applications,” Judy said, leaning across the table excitedly. She’d been way into the whole thing, screaming and cheering for Charlie the whole time. Charlie had claimed embarrassment but Jen could tell he loved the attention. “Extracurriculars are super important.”

Jen groaned, picking at the cheese fries in the middle of the table that everyone else had deemed too hot to eat. “Can we stop with all the college talk? I’m not emotionally ready for any of that.” 

“Agreed,” Charlie said, overwhelmed by the idea of college. “What’s really important is that I’m pretty sure I can make the toaster shoot fire.” 

“If you so much as look at the toaster funny, you’re gonna be grounded until you do go to college,” Jen said, shutting down that idea before her whole kitchen ended up in flames. 

Their waiter came back a few minutes later with their food, having hardly given them time to finish the appetizer. Henry chatted excitedly about his new favorite show and Charlie didn’t even give him any shit about it being for babies. Even though it totally, fully was. Overall, Jen was pretty sure it had been a very successful family evening. 

And then it was over. And she was tucking Henry in and kissing him goodnight and saying goodnight to Charlie. Reminding him one more time that she was proud of him and that he was making good choices for himself. She could have sworn he even smiled at her before closing his bedroom door. 

Judy was waiting for her in the kitchen, a smile of her own seeming to be permanently plastered on her face. She was sitting at the counter, staring out the window and barely seemed to notice Jen walk into the room. 

“I’m gonna have to start locking up all the appliances in the house that Charlie deems nonvital,” Jen said, eyeing the espresso machine she’d wasted too much money on. 

Judy jumped a bit, clearly having been thinking about something else. But the smile didn’t leave. “Oh, I’m sure he wasn’t being serious. He knows better.” 

“The boy got caught selling drugs. I’m not certain he knows anything,” Jen said with a little huff of laughter. It was weird how easy it felt to make jokes about her son, the former drug dealer. He’d really made a lot of progress in a very short amount of time. 

“Hey, be nice to him,” Judy said, fighting back a laugh of her own. “He’s doing so good.” 

“No, no, you’re right. He’s amazing,” Jen said, pulling herself up onto the bar stool beside her. Judy leaned over, dropping her head onto Jen’s shoulder. 

“Thank you for letting me come,” she said softly, her hand landing on Jen’s thigh. Jen let her eyes close, briefly letting herself pretend that everything was wonderful and fine and that Judy’s hand on her thigh didn’t cloud any of her thoughts. 

“The boys would have killed you if you hadn’t,” Jen said, eyes still closed. She tilted her own head to the side, letting herself bury her face in Judy’s hair. Which smelled like a whole fucking orange. “And then they would have killed me for not making you come.” 

“You will literally never have to make me come to anything,” Judy said. Her hand rubbed little circles on Jen’s leg, somehow both really nice and absolute torture. “You guys are like my family, you know. I love being a part of this.” 

Jen sucked in a deep breath, inhaling even more citrus. Judy was going to be the fucking death of her, she was certain of it. “You are family, Jude. There’s nothing ‘like’ about it.” 

Opening her eyes, she watched Judy discreetly trying to wipe her eyes. 

“Are you crying?” Jen asked in disbelief. They’d almost definitely been over this before. Like ten times at this point. But Jen still wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, squeezing her tight. “God, you’re such a sap.” 

Judy laughed, still a little teary. “You love it, don’t even try to deny it.” 

She was right. Jen couldn’t help but smile at the completely over the top emotions Judy had no problem expressing on a near constant basis. 

“I must be going soft,” Jen said, “I’m just gonna have to take a golf club to another car to balance things out again.” 

“I won’t take the blame for it this time.” 

“Which is unfair because this time it would actually be your fault.” 

They sat in silence for a few moments, comfortable and content. Jen’s arm around Judy’s shoulders and Judy’s hand on her thigh. Jen couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. And she was only a little bit disgusted with herself. 

Only a little bit disgusted with myself, Jen thought, immediately regretting even thinking that when she was hit with immense disgust at herself for the way she was brushing her fingers up Judy’s bare arm. Because there was no fucking way that would be allowed if Judy knew what she’d done with those same fingers in the bathtub that morning while thinking about her. 

Jen was sure Judy felt her freeze up. Because the hand that had been drawing circles on her leg froze, too. 

“I’m feeling pretty tired-” 

“What the hell has been going on with you?” Judy interrupted, pulling out of Jen’s arms and looking her in the eyes. Jen flinched back, drawing her hands up to her own chest. And then immediately dropping them because Jen Harding did not do vulnerable. “One minute you’re fine and we’re good and then it’s like the very next second…” 

Judy trailed off, waving her hands a bit like that clarified things. Not that Jen needed anything clarified. She knew exactly what Judy was talking about. And she didn’t even look mad about it. Just… sad. 

“Did I… do something?” Judy asked when Jen didn’t respond, her voice smaller than Jen had heard it in a while. 

Jen’s eyes went wide, quick to reach out and lay both of her hands back on Judy’s shoulders. 

“No, no, honey. I promise, it’s not…” Jen sighed, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself to get through this god forsaken conversation. She opened them again to make sure Judy was paying attention and knew she was serious. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Judy frowned, but nodded anyway. Jen could practically see the wheels turning in her head, doing the same fucking thing that Jen always did, too. Blaming herself and forcing things to fit together to tell that story regardless of how hard you had to push to make it happen. 

And she knew she had to tell her. Because this wasn’t a Judy problem. It was a Jen problem. And it wasn’t fair of her to make Judy think otherwise. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” poured out of her mouth way faster than her brain could keep up. Definitely wasn’t how she’d intended to phrase that one. “I.. I am in love with you. Pretty positive about it.” 

“Jen-” 

“No, just listen for a minute, Jude,” Jen said, trying to be gentle about it and trying her damn hardest not to cry. Because she wasn’t soft. “I know it’s a pretty shit excuse for acting like a cunt but I promise you, I am handling it. Just give me like, two weeks to readjust and we can forget about the whole thing-”

“You’re in love with me?” Judy said, her voice going all soft again. Jen could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes and was not feeling another round of ‘Judy cries and Jen awkwardly holds her while thinking about how nice her hair smells and then feeling guilty about it’. 

“I’m handing it. You don’t even really need to worry about it.” Jen wished she felt as confident about that as she hoped she sounded, because ‘handling it’ had not been going well so far. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Judy said, the softness that had been present before quickly replaced with confusion. She didn’t pull away from Jen, though, who still had her hands on her shoulders. “I’m supposed to just forget that you’re in love with me?” 

If Jen hadn’t been sure that she’d fucked everything up before, she certainly was now. Because Judy was right. Your best friend being in love with you wasn’t really something you just forgot about. 

“Well how else do you propose we handle this situation, then, Judy?” Jen knew she was almost yelling. She knew she was getting angry, but her self control was slipping. And she was more than a little defensive. “What’s the other option?” 

“You let me fucking love you, Jen!” Judy yelled right back, letting the tears fall as she said it. 

Jen froze again, speechless for the hundredth time since she’d met Judy. Who kept managing to surprise her, somehow. All she could think to do was to stand up, tug Judy closer and press her as tightly as she could against her chest. So she did. 

“You really want that?” Jen asked, disbelief coloring her voice. “You know what I’m like, Judy. I’m not an easy person to be with.” 

“And you think I am?” Judy asked, still a bit biting. Like she wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Judy was always the first person to defend Jen, even from herself. “Jen, I know you. You’re all intense and beautiful and magnificent. I don’t give a shit about easy.” 

“I am maybe a little bit intense,” Jen agreed, threading her fingers through Judy’s hair. She heard her sigh; a tiny sound of relief. Like Judy had been waiting for this conversation to happen, too. Like she’d wanted this, somehow. 

“And beautiful and magnificent,” she said. Jen could feel Judy’s fingers digging into her waist, holding her close. “You’re like the sun, Jen. You’re just… everything.” 

Jen laughed despite herself, pulling away from Judy for a moment, only to reach up and cup her cheeks. She brushed her thumb over the tear tracks that were barely visible in the dim light of the kitchen. “I feel like I’m always asking you for more, Judy.” 

“I like it when you ask me for things,” Judy said. She leaned into Jen’s hand, a soft smile on her face. Jen felt her lips brush against her palm, just barely ghosting over her skin. She was hit with desire; something she’d been pushing down for weeks now and felt like she was finally allowed to feel. 

“You never ask me for anything.” 

“I usually don’t have to ask. That’s one of your biggest secrets, Jen Harding. You’re generous. You gave me so fucking much and I’ve never once had to ask for any it.” Judy gestured around them with her hand. “You gave me your whole family, Jen. How could I ever possibly ask for anything else?” 

Jen knew she was crying. She knew it. But it didn’t really hit home until she felt Judy mirror her own movements, reaching up to wipe her tears away. 

“You could ask me for anything and I’d figure out a way to give it to you,” Jen said, knowing it was true. Judy could ask her for the fucking moon and Jen would invest in Space X. She sniffled a bit, trying to pull herself back together before things got really embarrassing. She was already soft, she didn’t need to be weepy, too. 

Judy was still looking at her like she was her whole world. And Jen was so certain that Judy had always looked at her like that. God, Jen thought, how the hell was I so self-absorbed that I didn’t see that before? 

“So,” Jen said, breaking the silence they’d fallen into, “what, uh, what now?” 

She watched Judy ponder the question for a moment, wishing she could hear her thoughts. Judy bit her lower lip, looking every bit like Jen’s wildest dreams. Finally, after what seemed like ages, something seemed to click in Judy’s mind and she smirked at Jen. 

“I get to ask you for something,” Judy declared, putting her hands on Jen’s hips. Jen’s brow furrowed in confusion, unsure where she was going with this. Judy leaned in closer, pushing up from the barstool to stand eye level with Jen. “Can I kiss you?” 

Jen let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh of relief before she let herself fall forward and close the distance between them. And just like all the rest of her, Judy’s lips were so fucking soft. She felt bold, all of a sudden, confidence kicking back in now that she’d gotten confirmation that she wasn’t alone in her feelings. When Judy hummed into the kiss, Jen decided that soft might be nice, but she could do better. She parted her lips, pulling Judy in closer and letting her tongue trace across her lower lip. Judy quickly gave in, letting Jen take over and just falling into her. 

Because Judy was right. Jen really, really was a giver. And Judy wouldn’t even have to ask. 

#jen harding #judy hale #jen x judy #dead to me #fic #jen's a Giver lmao #and yes that's Exactly what i meant #you can quote me on it

[anika-ann]

Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold - Pt.1

The Recruitment

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Matt Murdock x reader (no SR x MM x r)

Word count: 2120

Summary: Avenger!reader AU, love triangle. Every hero has an origin story. Yours not soall that great. One more reason not to mention it during the first face to face meeting with DD. ...right.

Warnings: mention of death, mentions of violence, swearing, fluff, mild angst…?

Story Mastelist

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“No, no way. I’m not doing it,” you exclaimed resolutely, spinning on your heels.

Heavy, yet somewhat gentle hand fell on your shoulder, turning you back. You bit your lip and looked up at your boss and the closest friend in one person.

His eyebrow was raised in challenge. “Are disobeying your orders?”

You could hear his light teasing just like the serious note in his tone. And of course, Captain America’s authoritative voice was unmistakable. You just gaped.

“It’s a waste of time, St— Captain,” you bit back wryly and he made a disapproving face.

“Don’t pull that out, you know I-“

“Yes, Captain?”

His expression turned annoyed at the interruption and your snarky tone.

You knew you were being cranky, but trying to convince Daredevil, freaking Daredevil, the patron not-exactly-saint of Hell’s Kitchen, was not on your I’d-love-to-do-this list. More like the opposite. That guy was very obviously a lone wolf who loved playing on his own playground and you were not judgemental of that – he was dedicated to his home and that was fine. His way of saying no to joining the Avengers might be a bit rude, but given how many people – well, people – had been trying to convince him to step up to the plate and think on a larger scale than ten blocks, you couldn’t really blame him.

Steve’s hands caressed your shoulders and you bit your lip harder. His baby blue eyes were staring at the bottom of your soul, making you shiver. He had beautiful eyes, serious most of the time, getting incredibly charming when a spark of mischief appeared in them; and make no mistake, Captain America had a lot of mischief in himself despite the righteousness radiating from him to miles.

You blinked, trying to escape his gaze; it was annoying how it always sent your heart racing.

“Just give it a try. No one will be angry with you if you fail. I won’t either. But I believe in you,” he pronounced softly, making you swallow embarrassingly loudly when his thumbs caressed your shoulders.

Jeez, you were such a sucker for his ‘I believe in you’.

Of course, you had a good reason. His speech had been the one that inspired you to join the team. To stop pitying yourself and woman up – yes, that was exactly the term he had used, because his love for strong women was infinite –, to use your accidently gained powers to do some good. He had been the one to find you almost five months ago in the completely frozen lab – your work, not that you had intended it –, shaking, but not from cold. You had been scared to death – you had killed people. You had killed the people who had been trying to help you-- and he had come to you, slowly, putting his shield away despite your warnings and offered you a literal helping hand, promising he hadn’t been there to harm you and he had believed you wouldn’t have hurt him. That he had believed in you.

You fought tears at the memory – you always had. You had hurt him in the end – just a little frostbite really, nothing his super-soldier’s body couldn’t handle – and yet, you had felt almost as sorry as for taking the other people’s lives. But Steve Rogers hadn’t been mad at you. He had stuck around, helped you to get a hold of your powers and the two of you had become colleagues slash friends. Very close friends, actually. Also, you had a bit of a crush on him, but who hadn’t.

“Goddammit, Steve,” you whined silently and his face lit up as he realized he had won. Not from his boss position, no; he had won the way he always had, as a friend of yours.

“I knew I could count on you, Frosty,” he whispered, enclosing you in a short gentle hug.

You rolled your eyes. “You know, Rogers, for someone who napped for about seventy years in ice, you really are pushing your luck.”

Secretly, you loved the nickname he gave you. People called you Frostbite, but Steve never had, aware what kind of a painful reminder of what you had done to him and everyone else the first time using your uncontrollable powers it was. No, he called you Frosty or Snowflake, because he was a sweetheart. Tony, on the other hand, was a dick, calling you Elsa. The others called you either your first name, or your last name. And then there was Thor, calling you the Lady of Ice. You loved your team. It was a delight to work with them. A very exhausting delight.

“Nah, you like me too much.”

You scoffed. He was perfectly on point of course. “I still don’t understand why it’s not you coming, Captain Righteousness. I’m sure you would have handled him better, oh Star Spangled Man with a Plan.”

He let go of you, ruffling your hair to show how much he was still cranky about Clint showing you the videos, both old and rather recent ones. To be fair, you deserved that; but you couldn’t help but tease him about it; some of them were cute, while the others were just hilarious.

“Careful, you still have a problem for saying a bad word.” You rolled your eyes. You had said ‘goddammit.’ Wuss. “And I do have a plan.”

You expectantly raised your eyebrows, curious. He winked.

“I have you.”

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‘This is ridiculous. I’m tracking a man in a Devil suit in, myself in an icily blue catsuit, Captain America’s voice in my ear. What is my life?’

“Still copy?”

“Yep.”

“He’s around the Piers 42/44, heading North.”

“Rogers that,” you mumbled, not fighting the smirk that always found its way to your lips when talking to Steve via comms, saying ‘Rogers that’ instead of just ‘Roger’. It was just too funny and you needed funny in your life. Even if you could basically hear him rolling his eyes at that. Rude.

You created an ice slide, rising and falling to help you to move faster. Tony had designed special shoes for you to move easily on it, while not giving yourself a shiner – it had taken quite a lot of tries and lots of black-eyes plus one broken radius, but hell if it hadn’t been worth it. Ha, hell.

Never mind. You had a task to complete.

You saw him now, the Devil. He slowed down visibly, which surprised you. He had actually managed to disappear on Tony in the sewers once. He had walked away in the middle of Cap’s recruitment speech, ignorant. Sure, he hadn’t shaken Natasha off, but hadn’t agreed either. Thor and Clint hadn’t tried yet. You wondered what Devil’s strategy was this time.

He stopped completely then and you landed few steps from him, a bit wary. You had done your reading on the Devil; he was fast, efficient and didn’t hesitate to break a bone or two. Or six. To be fair, you read about why he did it, on what occasions, and you truly weren’t judgemental.

“Wasn’t expecting any black ice tonight. It’s only September,” he commented nonchalantly, his voice deep. Not necessarily hostile though – you took that as a win.

Perhaps Steve knew what he was doing, sending you – you weren’t as notoriously famous as the others who had actually been present during The Battle of New York were, so maybe the Devil found it refreshing or something.

You wordlessly let your icy toboggan-bridge disappear. “Daredevil.”

“Why are you here? Have your teammates not gotten the message yet? Did you draw the shortest straw today?”

“Something like that.”

“The answer is still no.”

“Why?” you asked, already guessing the answer.

Because he belonged in the Hell’s Kitchen. Because he was a vigilante, not a hero, not an Avenger.

“I don’t really feel like fighting aliens. And someone needs to take down drug rings and smaller things that escape your notice,” he replied wryly and you sighed.

“You think we don’t see that?”

“Press harder.”

“Sounds like you don’t, given what your friend is saying,” he noted and you closed your eyes in defeat.

Steve’s voice was quiet, for you only, but it wasn’t news the Devil had extraordinary hearing. You couldn’t quite blame him for not liking you coming alone and not alone at all. You reached to your ear, turning your communicator off.

Daredevil tilted his head, seemingly confused.

“You think they don’t see that?” you corrected yourself, letting out the doubts you had despite the warm (ha) welcome the Avengers gave you. “You’re needed here. What you do matters, which is why they are letting you.”

“Why are you saying ‘them’?”

“Do I look like an Avenger to you?”

“You sure call yourself that.”

“Well, I don’t feel like one. But I let them talk me down. I’m a destroyer, yet, they convinced me I can help. And maybe I found a calling. Maybe I found a way to possibly redeem myself,” you whispered, being sure the Devil would hear you. He heard everything.

“I am answering a calling. By doing what I do,” he replied, aiming for firm, but failing. Could he tell the emotion behind your voice, the way you opened unexpectedly (to your own surprise too)? Could he hear the regret? Did he imagine what had caused it? Did it move him?

“And I understand that. Actually, kudos for aiming for achievable goal of managing ten blocks of Manhattan and not letting your ego get in the way too much. I mean, these guys are trying to save the world, talk about unrealistic goals,” you noted, lightening up the mood a little.

You imagined the man behind the mask frowned. “I’m sorry, I’m confused now. Are you still trying to get me to join, or…?”

You chuckled. “Doesn’t look like it, huh? I guess that’s fair.”

The corner of his lips quirked in an approximation of a smile. Your heart skipped a beat. You bet neither of your Avenging friends managed to do that. Not that this was a competition or a manipulation – you were being completely honest. Painfully so.

“I… I’m gonna be honest with you. Steve wants you on this one. And frankly, I have no idea why-“ you paused, realizing how it sounded. “I mean— I know why, we can always use some help saving the world and stuff, but... yeah. So just once for now, let’s team up. No strings attached.”

“That was quite a direct strike. Didn’t see that coming,” he chuckled and you blinked, your eyelashes brushing your eye-mask.

Did he just chuckle? Did he laugh at you? Not that he didn’t have the right, but it was still a bit incredible. His face returned to the mask of seriousness. For some reason, it seemed softer now. “It was… Steve, wasn’t it? You say they convinced you, but you mean Steve Rogers.”

You escaped his gaze – or you thought so. Escaped the way the glassy eye-covers of his helmet burned through you. Whatever.

“Yes,” you whispered. He didn’t comment on that. But you would swear he relaxed.

“How did you get your powers?”

You froze almost literally at the direct question. Well, he sure wasn’t beating around the bush. What was it to him? Was it a test? Did he want to know you before saying no? Was he considering a yes? Did he trust you?

You licked your lips, fighting a shiver.

“Untested treatment. I had a rare liver disease and they tested a treatment with some chitauri crap on me. I always had troubles with thermoregulation. The meds messed it up on a completely different level.”

“I’m sorry.” And he genuinely sounded as if he was, his voice dropping.

“I didn’t ask for this. I hurt people. I’m paying my debt, because I think it’s the only thing I can do apart from creating icicles and toboggans for kids and do some cold-drying of fruit for missions,” you said seriously and his shoulders slightly shook with laughter. You found yourself smiling too. Dammit, how did you switch from misery to joking so fast in one sentence?

“No strings attached?” he asked slowly and your mouth literally fell open. Did he just-

“Did you just-?”

“Yeah. How bad it can be? Plus, your friend is approaching with the jet, I guess he didn’t like you turning your comms off.”

“Oh I’m gonna be on detention for like a week, okay. Or until they need another cold-drying, Tony’s addicted to his dried blueberries.”

The Devil chuckled once more before a cute smile settled on his lips. He took several steps closer to you. “I’m sure they’re delicious.”

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Part 2

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Tags:  @murdermornings​ @mermaidxatxheart​

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Heya, people :) I decided to share one of my older fics with the tumblr, I hope a few of you will like it O:-) Whenever you want to be (un)tagged in anything of mine, shoot me an ask or a message or something like that. 

Thank you for reading :-*

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[potterwatch-transcripts]

FIRST BROADCAST: 17th NOVEMBER 1998.

Lee Jordan: Greetings Potterfans, River here, and welcome to another action packed episode of Potterwatch. Today, with me as always, is my cohost and partner in crime, Rapier.

George Weasley: A pleasure to be back River. I would just like to make it clear, no crimes were commuted in the creation of this show. Any that we did commit were purely accidental.

Lee: Except setting a murderous House Elf on Rita Skeeter, that was intentional.

George: And we were acquitted by the wizengamot due to lack of evidence. That and the minister of magic said, and I quote ‘we still have Death Eaters to catch, I literally could not care less’.

Lee: Indeed, vote Shacklebolt for minister.

George: Shacklebolt 2001. Make the ministry mirthful again.

Lee: Now Rapier, what has been happening in the world since last we took to the airwaves like a Harry Potter obsessesed Hippogriff?

George: Well River, funny you should mention Harry Potter obsessed Hippogriffs. It turns out that world famous boy wizard Harry ‘Oblivious to women’s emotions’ Potter has been harbouring a fugitive.

Lee: Gosh Rapier, really?

George: That’s right River. Legendary former toddler H. J. Potter esquire has been harbouring the noted hippogriff and convicted felon ‘Buckbeak’. Buckbeak was sentenced to death several years ago for allegedly mortally wounding Draco ‘My father will hear about this’ Malfoy. Additionally, Buckbeak aided in the escape of famed criminal and good boy, Sirius Black.

Lee: But was mr Black not posthumously cleared of all charges?

George: Correct River. However, at the time this feathered felon was still aiding in a criminals escape, and should be brought to justice.

Lee: Are you suggesting we campaign to send Buckbeak to Azkaban.

George: Not only am I suggesting jail for this clawed criminal, but I also suggest Harry Potter should be imprisoned for upwards of 50 years for harbouring a known fugitive.

Lee: I support this Rapier. Justice must be done.

George: In other news, popular magazine the Quibbler has relaunched after nearly two years of being out of print. Those of you listening to the show during the reign of Ol’ Lord no nose will remember the Quibbler’s office was destroyed in what some have described as ‘A classic Potter’

Lee: We can exclusively reveal that myself and Rapier, as well as Harry Potter, Kreacher T. Elf, Horace Slughorn and Ronald ‘What were you thinking in your 6th Year’ Weasley will be just some of the guest writers.

George: My article is called ‘Minerva McGonnagal, Kitten or Kangaroo’. I seek to prove that the hogwarts headmistress is not in fact a proud Scot, but actually a 25yr Australian Enchantress called Stephanie Irwin.

Lee: Meanwhile, my article will seek to look into claims that Harry Potter is none other 3 Goblins in a surprisingly realistic person costume.

George: look out for other articles from us coming soon. And finally, after much debate, a new platform will be opening at Kings Cross Station. Platform 7 5/12 will be a direct line from London to Godric’s hollow, providing fans of the chosen one the chance to visit the ‘Harry Potter’ experience, sponsored by Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

Lee: I am very excited for this new Museum/Interprative Dance Show, opening in March 1999.

George: Fun fact for our fans River, if you slap a red wig in a house Elf, spitting image of Potter’s beloved sidekick Rob Weasley.

Lee: and now we turn to the interview portion of our show. Please join me fans, in giving a very warm welcome to ‘Rival’

Viktor Krum: Is pleasure to being here my friends.

Lee: Now Rival, you know Harry Potter fairly well, what’s he like?

Krum: Well River, Harry Potter is good man. I like him very a lot. However, he is not too bright.

George: oh really?

Krum: oh yes. I get to know him during the Triwizard tournament, and I come to conclusion that without Hermione Grainger, who is amazing witch, Potter would have been died two weeks into his first year in Hogwarts.

Lee: You’re not the first to say this Rival. So you like Potter, but think he’s a bit thick.

Krum: Yes I am liking Harry but am thinking he actually only knowing 2 spells. The Dementor Spell, in Bulgaria we call it the great protector. And Expelliarmus. I was at battle of Hogwarts and when I see him try to disarm the dark lord I am thinking ‘oh well, nice to know you Potter’ and am ready to try to kill Mister Voldemort myself.

George: Do you think you could have defeated the Dark Lord?

Krum: Oh yes, in my home country we knowing how to deal with Dark Wizards and beasts. I defeat my first Vampire age 9 with nothing but a firebreath potion and sharp stick. I sharpen stick myself.

Lee: How did you sharpen the stick Rival?

Krum: With another sharpened stick.

George: Amazing. You heard it hear first folks, Rival is probably the coolest dude I’ve ever met. And I routinely was punished by Minerva McGonnagal.

Krum: Your Madam McGonnagal is great woman. She remind me of the Lamya. Is a great Bulgarian dragon lady of much power.

Lee: Awesome. And finally Rival, how do you fancy your home nations chances in the Quidditch World Cup.

Krum: I am hoping we do very well. Is a good team, maybe better than team we have last World Cup.

Lee: Thank you Rival. That is all we have time for tonight. I have been River.

George: And I have been Rapier.

Lee: The next password will be ‘Buckbeak’. Stay tuned Potterfans, and remember, Harry Potter killed an evil wizard at 1 year old, with a full nappy, so there’s hope for us all.

#potterwatch #harry potter #headcanon #potterwatchtranscripts #lee jordan #george weasley #viktor krum #horace slughorn #kreacher #minerva mcgonagall #hogwarts #durmstrang #the quibbler #buckbeak #kinglsey shacklebolt

[this-will-be-what-kills-me]

I saw the quote today “be the person you want to have in your life” and I thought YES, this is it, this is where I’m going wrong, my whole life is dedicated to the art of swapping and changing myself.... to be the person everyone wants me to be. And I’ve sat in psychologists offices for enough hours to know that the reason for this is because my mother didn’t love me. And today I saw a picture of my mum and what would be my stepsister, if we still lived in the same town/ had each other’s phone numbers/ anything to do with each other at all. I saw my stepsister with my very loved and very missed little brother and I looked at that picture and all I could hear was my mother telling me “with her, I’m finally understanding what loving a daughter is”. Hearing that in my own head at aged 23 (so close to 24) hurts just as much as it did in real life at the age of 17 and I have childhood stories for days that might explain why I am me but I think most importantly is that even now I still make decisions based on who she would want me to be. Why do I spend so much energy fighting these battles for someone who doesn’t care whether I’m kind, or strong, or smart, or funny, or happy. I looked at the picture of that little girl and for just a second the jealousy turned me into exactly the person I try so hard not to be. I hate that she’s pretty and she’s sweet and everything I cannot ever be, and I wonder how I could have moulded myself into someone that she could love. I feel bitter and twisted that no matter how much of myself I give to this fight, I will never win. How many years of my life I have lost already and how much of my personality is a result of what happened to me. How I can reply ‘hahahahahaha’ to a message while I’m literally crying on the bathroom floor because I can run the water in there and break open quieter. My friend messages and says ‘did you watch the queens speech’ and my fingers itch to reply ‘no. I was thinking of ways one through twelve that I could end this all tonight if I wanted to’ but instead I don’t reply at all because my last mental health breakdown was only about a month ago and two in a month is surely two too many, I’ve reached the limit on their compassion and if kind words cost money then I’m all spent up, I’m dead broke and I’ve nowhere left to turn. I start panicking because I’m feeling claustrophobic even though I’m not prone to claustrophobia but somehow the room is getting smaller and my breaths are getting deeper and my heart is beating faster. I’m drowning, no one is offering me a life raft they’re all just talking about video games and binge watching tv shows and normally I’d join in but my mum didn’t love me and suddenly the tv doesn’t appeal, I don’t remember what my favourite songs or books or movies are and all I know is that someone is inside my body sitting on my chest, squeezing my lungs and pouring poison into my brain. I see a post from someone who says how grateful they are for their parents and how sad they feel for those who aren’t as lucky and I think unkind things because I don’t want the pity but also, I want someone to acknowledge the depth of my pain (and then I hate myself for that, too). I’ve read all the self help guides and I’ve attended the therapy sessions and I’ve talked until my voice is hoarse and still, it hurts. I think ‘it’s just a bad day’ and I know in my heart that this is true but this bad day stretches like a lifetime and tomorrow, my mum still won’t love me. I don’t know how much fight I have left. I go to sleep and I pray to a god I don’t believe in that things will feel lighter in the morning.

#parents #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #depression #childhoodtrauma #lockdown #isolation #taylorswift #taggingtaylorswiftjustbecausehermusicwasallthatgotmethroughtoday #andjustbecauseiloveher #@taylorswift13

[hogwarts--imagines]

You Found Me

GIF NOT MINE

Gabe x Reader 

Warning: angst, fluff, eating problems, a few more things that can be triggering. I also have the reader able to feel his wings wings but can’t see them, because of a reason Gabriel explains later.

EDIT: I know people deal with grief differently. Please don’t message me to tell me that people grieve loss by eating and what not I know people handle it differently, I have friends who dealt with loss differently than I did. I lost someone close to me a few years back and for me, I barely ate food. That was how I dealt with it, I loved food and I still do. So I am using my personal experience in this because I tend to write what I can relate to. 

Request: darxetta1: Could you do Gabriel and reader with prompts 43. Please hold me, I feel so broken and 49. I have been in love with you since the start. So don't you dare tell me my feelings aren't real. Please

43. Please hold me, I feel so broken 

49. I have been in love with you since the start. So don't you dare tell me my feelings aren't real.

You Found Me - The Fray

It was late, the hunt was bad. I should’ve listened to Sam and called for backup. With them being on a hunt of their own, bugging them wasn’t the smartest idea in mind. 

Most of the other hunters don’t really speak with me since I’m still new to them. What I thought was a simple vampire kill, turned into a den of vampires. How I managed to get out without help or getting bit, was beyond me. The blood that was one me was a little overwhelming. 

“Whoa, what the hell happened to you?” Dean asked when I walked into the bunker.

“I thought it was a lone vampire?” Sam stood up and grabbed my bags Gabriel and Castiel both waited for my response. 

“I did too, turns out it was a den.” I kicked off my shoes and picked them up so I could throw then in the wash with my bloody clothes, “I would’ve called for backup but I was a little busy trying to survive and you guys were on a hunt.”

“You could’ve prayed” Gabriel suggested.

“How would that work? Cas doesn’t have his grace back yet and you are weak?” I snapped back, I didn’t mean to, exhaustion took over. “I need to get out of these clothes and wash the blood off of me.” 

With that  I was gone. Now it’s three in the morning and I’m wide awake. My body was tiered, but my mind was the opposite. Taking a deep breath I got up and went to the room next to mine. 

“You know, you should learn to knock.” Gabriel was sitting up on his bed. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” I huffed, plopping down on his bed.

“Is that why you snapped at me earlier?” He turned his head to look at me.

“No.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I don’t have any reason as to why I did.” I rolled over onto my back.

“You can stay in here with me if you want.” He gave a half smile.

We both met the room with a silence. I focused my eyes on the ceiling. Ever since we got him back things have been different between us. Before we were close, best of friends. I wasn’t a hunter then, I studied everything I could get my hands on, he was there. 

Sam and Dean introduced him when they were passing through and needed a place to lay low. I joined them not long after Bobby died. After losing my best friend and my mentor, the boys wanted to keep me close so that way we can all keep in contact more. I felt as if there was more they weren’t telling me..

I wasn’t the same after they left the living world. I barely laughed, smiled, or talked. I lost a lot of weight too, I ate whenever I felt like it, but not much. Sam tried to get me to eat meals but halfway through them, I was done. I just couldn’t eat. Food wasn’t the same to me. It was like a part of me died when they died. 

Dean was the one who really got through to me, and I’m not to sure why. Maybe because of how he handled it? Dean never tried to force me to eat like Sam did. I was grateful that same did so, but he didn’t really know how to help me cope with it. 

Dean barged into my room in the middle of the night. A bag full of my favorite Chinese  take out. 

“Look you don’t have to talk or eat, but you need to allow yourself to hang out with others, like me. Friends reruns are on tonight and we are going to watch them.” Dean set the food down on my bed and left the room, coming back with two beers and turning on the TV in my room. 

“Dean” I whispered to him.

“You are going to spend time with me. I know how it feels to lose someone close to you, multiple. You’re handling it differently than Sam and I, but you are hurting yourself by not taking care of yourself.” Dean opened the sweet and sour chicken, sticking a fork in it, he shoved it into my hands. It smelled good.

“Dean” I tried to talk again.

“I don’t care if you shower, not eating is killing you slowly. You eat very little. so tonight I got all of your favorite take out. You can’t resist it and you know it.” He held a bowl of egg drop soup towards me face “Sniff sniff, spells like sex in a bowl.”

“Dean” I tried to not laugh “Thank you” 

Ever since, I slowly became back to my old self. Different but still the real me. When he came back it was excitement and a stab through the heart. I tried to smile through it, but imagine what it would be if someone came back from what was thought to be dead. 

I was broken.

Back to the now, I noticed Gabe was laying next to me. A soft feather like feeling grazed my skin. I felt this whenever he was near me, almost as if he was trying to touch me but wasn’t didn’t take me long to figure out it was his wings.

“What’s on your mind?” He turned his head towards me, his eyes met mine and I held my breath.

“I just” I couldn’t hold it back anymore, one simple question and I broke. I felt my eyes fill up with tears, my nose became stuffy. “It’s silly”

“Nothing is silly if it makes you sad” He sat up and rested his body on his arm, looking down at me. 

“Can you just.” I paused for a moment, trying as hard as i could to not cry “Please hold me. I feel so broken.” 

Without another word, he pulled me into his chest. His breathing sounded off. Like he was struggling. When I met his eyes, I could see how broken he looked.

“Dean told me” He whispered “He told me what happened to you, and I.. I had a hard time seeing it because you pretended so well that you were okay. I thought you got through it like he said, but I was so wrong. I wish I could’ve been there for you. I should’ve you needed me even when I returned and I wasn’t there.” 

“I understand, it’s not like you knew, you were battling with so much on your own, I held my feelings in because I knew that you had so much going on.” I moved my gaze up to the ceiling as the tears now escaped my eyes. I was done. 

“I wanted to tell you for so long, I never got the chance.” He kissed my forehead, I felt a feather brush against my face. “I realized that before I ‘dead’ that I loved a mortal.” 

I felt my heart break, I loved this angel and I had a feeling of doubt that it wasn’t the same for him. Holding onto my feeling for so long and locking them up made it hard to accept anything else.

“And learning that this said mortal, lost a father figure not long after me, had grieved for years and wasn’t back to herself, I felt like I failed at showing my love for this person. My heart shattered when I heard about my sweet little human, and now looking into her eyes, I know there is still hope for us.”

I knew this was the worst moment for this. I laughed. For the first time I actually laughed, whole hardheartedly. I didn’t find this moment funny, but I think that part of my brain didn’t exactly register what he said and the other part wasn’t accepting what he said.

“Why are you laughing?” He had a look of confusion, his chocolate eyes watched my every movement. 

“This isn’t real” I managed to get out after I stopped laughing,

“ I have been in love with you since the start.” Gabe was now sitting up “So don't you dare tell me my feelings aren't real.“ 

“Wai-”

“No you shut up and listen” He pulled me up to him. “I have loved you since the moment I actually laid eyes on you. You want to know something? You are my soulmate”

“Your wha-”

“S-O-U-L-M-A-T-E! Do I need to write it down too? Want to know how I know? Because you feel my wings. Every brush, every feather. I figured it out when you kept looking around like crazy because my wings kept rubbing up on you. So I messed with you, seeing if I was actually seeing things correctly. I can literally feel and see your soul. But you can’t see my wings. Why? Because you refuse to accept the fact that I love you. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. You spent so long forcing yourself to think it was one-sided.” he was now in tears

“Gabe, shut up” I pulled him into my arms “First of all, your wings are beautiful. Second, I love you, I always have, I just...”

“I know sweets” He kissed My cheeks.

“Stop kissing my cheeks and fucking kiss me already” I wiped my tears.

“Yes ma’am.”

#archangel gabriel #gabriel #gabriel x reader #archangel gabriel spn #archangel gabriel imagines #supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Viridescent Odium: Ch.5

Aesthetic courtesy of @prettybubblesintheair

Masterlist

Viridescent Odium MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x Plus!Size Reader SKRULL

Warnings: Inferred rape, cuddly Bucky.

A/N: I promise! SMUT SOON! But not this chapter! We get some back story & some cuddly, angsty Bucky & reader.

Words: +2,500

Looking out the wall of glass, Y/N replayed the meeting with Carol from a month ago. Fury having to keep the two captains from ripping each other’s throats out, a meeting with the captains, Fury & Y/N. The curses Carol slung at Steve in a tone she hadn’t heard the space captain use since the Kree. The phone in her lap buzzing to bring her out of the memory. Bucky, he had been on her about getting out of the room other than training, missions & debriefings. Letting out a sigh, deciding to open the message.

Bucky: Twins just left, join me for a bite?

Y/N: Just ate, go on without me.

Bucky: It's sushi.

Y/N: No, I'm good, thank you.

After that Y/N tossed the phone on the couch to continue the staring contest with the tree line. It was now June, four more months of Tera left, which meant hell trying to avoid Bucky. Carol asking her to hang on till the delegates meeting in October, to help the Terans get through the pain of so many in one place. The phone buzzing, ruby orbs looking to the communicator that Carol had given her when she was there last, one that to get into contact with Stakar, actually hoping it would light up.

Remembering the moment, graduating the academy, Nova Prime making sure Y/N had a place at her side when becoming head of the corps.

“We need someone skilled in infiltration,” the delegate from one of the moons had begun, it had been so long she had forgotten the aliens planet.

“I have one ready to go,” Nova began, hinting to Y/N who stepped out the wood work, literally, everyone jumping but for Nova who looked at Y/N & smirked.

Carol had been standing with Nova when she revealed herself, the up-roar ear splitting at the fact Y/N had been in the room the entire time, a half breed that would betray them at nothing. An abomination that should be put out of it's misery, thrown out to the abyss or better yet sold to the collector to recuperate all the credits spent on her training. A hardened creature that tuned it out, till now, sitting & looking to the setting sun, phone buzzing again.

Buzzing, that was what it sounded like the day she was beat senseless, a Kree warrior snarling in pointed ear to just be still & let it happen. Noting but a whore, green skin marked with purple that made her skrull to the core, no amount of breeding could ever wash it from ones veins.

Another buzz, this time from the electric prod the Xandarian guard used to nock her to the floor because he had no chance to cripple her otherwise. Harshly drug to the delegate that asked Y/N be brought to her. Stripped bare to stand before the Sovereign leader that walked around Y/N, kept naked before her, studying her, degrading her, curious what it would take to truly break her. Nova the one to find the skrull out in the courtyard of the Nova Corps, beat senseless & naked, all after making the rank of general.

By all rights Y/N should hate everyone, questioning why she didn’t at that moment. Coming out of dark thoughts to realize that it had grown dark, tuning into the music that played low & realizing that it wasn’t what had been playing. Getting to numb feet slowly to realize she wasn’t alone, the music what Bucky played when he was in a nostalgic mood. Turing to the kitchenette, the soldier standing next to the table smiling at her, wearing jeans, t-shirt & a sheepish smile.

“I figured if you weren’t going to come out with me that I would bring it to you,” he admitted, finally stepping forward to reach out for green hand.

“Bucky… look. I know you…. I'm sorry… it want ever be as simple as it would if I was…,” Y/N began, unflinching as he took a shaky hand in a metal one to lift it up for them both to see.

“I know it is not simple doll… you don’t have to tell me… but I don’t care. Come on, let’s eat & watch a movie. It's Friday night, the others are in the common room watching a romantic movie. Figured we would watch something else,” he smiled, making it hard for Y/N to keep a straight face the moment Bucky took the hand he held to press the calloused palm to stubbled cheek.

“See? I don’t care. It changes nothing. Not the way you feel, you touch. It's just a color that the twins scream at the top of their lungs every time they see you. I mean, you handed Steve his ass…,” Bucky chuckled as he tugged thick frame close to wrap a flesh arm around ample waist to sway Y/N gently to the music while the hand he had laid on stubbled cheek slipped to his neck.

Filling the flesh that met the metal underneath the shirt, free hand going to his opposite shoulder as Bucky moved her gently around the room.

“I did hand his ass to him didn’t I,” Y/N smirked up at Bucky, not caring if fangs showed, now that she thought of it Steve had backed off a lot in training.

“That is the best thing I’ve seen in a long time,” Bucky laughed, slowing as the track changed, pulling Y/N with him to the table to pull the seat out & push it in as she sat.

The skrull unable to stop the smile that pulled at emerald lips, taking over once stoic features when the soldier lit the candles that sat on the table. Smiling at him as he finally took a seat, surprised she never heard him placing the plates & food out.

“Thank you Bucky,” Y/N smiled as he moved to begin eating.

“It's no problem doll,” he smiled, remembering how Ann had done little things like this for him, wondering why she did & now finally understanding as he looked at Y/N, he was falling in love with her.

“No, I mean thank you for not giving up…. including me…. For not….,” Y/N spoke kindly, still smiling at the soldier across from her.

“For not pushing you to the side…. Yeah it's not in me doll to give up on you…,” Bucky smiled hinting to begin eating.

It was a quiet night, even for the party that was going on in the common room. They all seemed quiet as Y/N & Bucky curled up on the couch in an attempt to watch another movie that only ended in the two sharing stories of battles & some to funny not to share.

Y/N pausing as a calloused thumb caressed along soft jaw. Bucky relaxed back on the arm of the couch, Y/N laying between his legs on her back, green hand cherishing over clothed thigh to look back, surprised when calloused thumb ghosted over bottom lip. Ruby orbs locking onto calming ocean blue eyes that sparkled with light from the tv screen.

The soldier releasing Y/N to turn in his arms to lay on his stomach, arms wrapping around thick middle to pull close to speak on beautiful emerald lips. Tongue darting out to lick parched lips as hot breath fanned over them, sending a chill down her spine she hadn’t felt in decades.

“Do you not worry I will hurt the twins,” Y/N began, so close lips tickled as she spoke.

“Doll, you don’t have it in you to hurt them. I may be a cold blooded assassin & you may be war skrull, but I am also a father. I know when someone is & isn’t right for us. And you, Y/N, are no threat, especially if you were wiling to come help me clean up chocolate syrup when it looked like they had smeared shit all over the place….,” Bucky chuckled, dying for a taste of her.

“Stay…,” Bucky breathed, the word he spoke to the skrull every chance he got.

Finally getting the courage to press his lips to hers, softer than what he could have ever imagined. Flesh hand going to the nape of soft neck to deepen the kiss, calloused hands snaking around to the back of his own to thread into auburn locks to keep him in place. Soft lips parting without prompting, tongues tangling as metal hand found the hem of her shirt to run up thick curves, making her gasp out at the coldness of it.

Thick frame sitting up further to get to her knees between his legs as he sat up, palming ample breast through offending bra as green hands traveled to the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head, breaking the kiss long enough to fling it to the floor. Hot hands doing the same to repeat the process, falling back to each other to prolong the kiss as hands went to the buckle on his jeans, his own going to the yoga pants, starting to push them down when the cell phone.

“The twins,” he gasped out, breaking the kiss to hurriedly pull the phone out of unzipped pants, falling back to the arm of the couch, pulling Y/N with him to hold her to his chest before taking the video call, Y/N grabbing the throw on the couch to wrap it around bare shoulders.

“GREEN,” the twins squealed making Y/N realize she was in the picture, sure to smile & say hi, to the horror of the grandparents who kept mouths shut thankfully.

“Yeah guys, we’re watching a movie,” Bucky told the overly excited children who looked to be bouncing around all over the place jabbering that they wanted to come home & watch a movie with Y/N.

“Ok, clam down, I'm sure Y/N will come watch a movie with us when you get back, but it's bed time guys,” Bucky told the kids who asked for an Uncle Steve story.

“Oh no. I know that you have already had one, you’re not milking this tonight,” he scolded the two sweetly, Y/N looking up at the soldier, a smile on her face even when the kids complained.

“Ok,” both spoke in their small voices, “love you daddy, love you Y/N..,” the two chimed in, taking Y/N off guard to look at the screen with a nervous smile but retuning the sentiment before they hung up.

“See doll, even they aren’t going to give up on you,” Bucky smiled, laying the phone in the floor, hand going to soft cheek to pull her up to him once more.

“Can we slow down? Not that I didn’t enjoy the rush….,” Y/N began, the throw falling from bare shoulders, but not bothering to pull it back up, even releasing it to fall to the floor to lay flush to toned stomach.

“It's up to you doll, I’ll do whatever you ask except for give up on you, because that aint happen sweetheart,” he smiled, stealing a kiss, allowing Y/N get comfortable, surprised at how she fell into it, hands reaching to the nape of his neck once more to lace into auburn locks.

Y/N finally laying her head under his chin as metal & flesh wrapped around bare middle to settle down. Sitting quietly & listening to each other breath, not focusing on the movie while eyes began to flutter closed. The only thing the soldiers ever wanted was someone to keep them safe, so they could sleep through the night & get the rest they craved.

This time the knock on the door was easy, as if the person was trying to be courteous of the two occupants in Y/N’ room that had somehow made it to bed, tangled in limbs that didn’t want to unravel, still in last night’s clothes that were wrinkled beyond belief.

“I'm sorry to wake you,” F.R.I.D.A.Y began gently, “but Captain Rogers needs to speak with the two of you before he leaves.”

“Ok, hang on,” a gritty voice rasped out as Bucky attempted to untangle from Y/N who was wrapped tight around black vibranium that was warm thanks to the skrull curled around it that whimpered out as he removed it.

“Come on doll, you know he likes to get up before the ass crack of dawn,” Bucky joked, running flesh hand along a spine that relaxed the instant the warm appendage soothed over flesh that wasn’t covered in a sports bra.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N began groggily, finally letting go to roll to her side of the bed while Bucky got up, obvious he didn’t care if he wore a shirt, starting for the door while Y/N grabbed the closest thing at hand before heading to the door.

“Hey,” Steve began the moment the door opened, not surprised Bucky was the one to open the door, devoid of shirt with Y/N stepping next to the soldier in his wrinkled shirt, not meaning to look her up & down, damn maybe there was something to that thick body.

“You are leaving early,” Bucky began, snapping Steve out of it, hinting to the stealth uniform, going as far as to throw flesh arm around clothed shoulders, smirking when he realized she wore Bucky’ discarded shirt.

“Uh, yeah. I know I told you to originally help with training the new hires, but now I need you too,” Steve admitted, looking to Y/N who was wiping the sleep out of crimson eyes before it registered what he asked.

“Wilson not able to make it….,” Y/N began clearing dry throat to finally focus on the captain with a yawn, absentmindedly leaning into Bucky’ warm side, recalling how ever since she floored Steve the Falcon didn’t seem as inviting as he once was.

“No, he will be there to. I got word late last night that there were several more joining the group & didn’t want them to be overwhelmed,” Steve explained, cocking blonde head at how domesticated she looked.

“You think that is something that you would be comfortable with,” Steve actually asked Y/N who puzzled as if it was a trap.

“Um, yeah, I’ve trained recruits before on Xandar, this should be no problem,” Y/N finally spoke, looking up to Bucky then to Steve who gave a genuine smile.

“Good, thanks for bailing our asses out,” the blonde actually thanked Y/N before exchanging goodbyes & hurrying down the corridor.

“Something’s wrong with Steve,” Bucky began looking down the hall then back down to Y/N who puzzled at the soldier that was wrapping his arm around her tightly.

“What do you mean…,” she asked cautiously.

“I think you hit him too hard & jarred something loose,” the brunet laughed, both stepping into the room, Bucky looking over the curves that looked perfect under HIS shirt, stopping her the moment the door shut to pull her flush, crashing their lips together in a needy kiss.

“Get ready & meet me in the hall in 30,” he asked, watching pink tongue soothe over now puffy lips, a smile taking over as she shook her head yes.

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James orsino -goth gay YA ch 5

“Hey,” Orsino said. He was smiling at me. “Nice to see you. James, right?”

“And you’re Orsino.”

“I’m Robin,” said a girl with good skin and short hair in a flat-top. She looked like a panel from a 1980s lesbian comic. “I’m Orsino’s sister.”

“Hi,” I said. “Does anyone want weed?”

They did. We smoked and January talked to Ian. I didn’t get all of what they said, but Ian was glowing. Overhead the trees dropped a few leaves and some of the pine needles from the scrubby little pine tree by the house blew over the yard and into the bonfire, sparking as they went. There were at least fifty people at the show. Probably more, inside the house and around in front where they weren’t meant to be. People were slowly trickling back around the edges of the show space in the garage, waiting for the temperature inside to finally get cool enough to repopulate. 

“So are you from around here?” I asked Orsino. “Or where?” I had given him a joint I’d rolled earlier and been carrying around in my cigarette case. He coughed a lot as he smoked.

“Down south about an hour,” Orsino said. “Near Centralia, kind of. But most of the time lately I live up in Tacoma with Robin and January. My dad owns some cows and a chicken farm and my mom is always fighting with him and it’s bad to be around. You?”

“I’m from here,” I said. “I’m in high school. One of the ones near the farms. It’s all rednecks. No gays really.”

“You go to that Compton House thing?” Orsino asked. “I know that’s like, a big thing for gay kids here. My therapist was trying to get me to go since I didn’t like the trans group in Tacoma.”

“I go,” I said. “I’m on the Speakers’ Bureau doing sex education at schools and public organizations and stuff.”

“Oh,” Orsino said. He waggled his eyebrows. “You know a lot about sex then?” He exhaled some of the smoke from his joint into my face and smiled.

“In the public health sense, anyway,” I said. “I know where to get condoms and free dental dams.” I paused. I really wanted to say something flirtatious, but wasn’t sure what to start with. “And I know from Delaney and Genet and White for the rest, though who knows what I’m missing in that sense.” I could feel my hands reach up and touch the bad little patch of stubble on my neck. I wished there was a mirror or a dark window around I could glance into to make sure I didn’t look like a fool. I crossed my legs and turned more towards Orsino.

“Don’t know who those guys are,” Orsino smirked. His eyes were really dark brown and the firelight was sort of reflected there. I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me for the references or making fun of me for doing sex education as a teenager like some kind of Young Democrat. I didn’t know his vibe enough to tell.

“They’re all older. Delaney’s the one you’re supposed to read, I’m pretty sure,” I said. “Or at least, he’s the one most likely to have been read by hot people, from what I can tell.”

“Oh, it’s a book,” said Orsino. 

“He’s an author,” I said. “Samuel Delaney. Chip Delaney. Time Square Red, Time Square Blue. Science fiction and sexy gay memoir. Never mind. I’m stoned. I’m sorry.”

“He writes about sex and taught you sex, is what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“Does he write about like specific kinks you were trying to communicate to me or something?”

I felt my face grow hot. “Public bathrooms,” I said. “Is one thing he’s very into. Not that I am. Unless you are. But that’s not—it’s just his prose.”

“Do you always give a … what’s it called. A bibliography. Do you always do that when someone asks you about sex?”

“Do you always ask boys about sex two seconds after meeting them?”

“Only when they’re hot,” Orsino said. “Then yeah, I do. Sorry, I can’t read social cues well. Was that out of line?”

“No.”

“You didn’t answer the question. You go around give out bibliographies about sex? Like that pink hair lady who draws that weird comic about sex toys online?”

“You’re the one named fucking Orsino,” I said. “Literary references are something you signed up for.” I took a hit from my pipe. I was starting to feel slightly more comfortable, but it wasn’t happening fast enough. I glanced at Orsino’s hands. The nails were short. His pinky nail on his left hand was painted black but none of the other fingernails were. There was a little stick-and-poke of a rabbit on the back of his right hand.

“Maybe I should change it,” he said. “To something butch. I can be Harry. Or Brandon.”

“A trade name,” I said. 

“A farm boy name.”

“Brandon is a G.O.P candidate name.”

“Now that’s trade.”

“What music do you like, Brandon?”

“Well, I’m here. OVID’s good. January can be a bitch a little bit, but it’s good music. And I like Dyke Drama and G.L.O.S.S, obviously. And LOONE. But also Mitski. And Blood Kennel and Limp Wrist and Dick Binge. But I also like The Shins.”

“My dad likes The Shins,” I said. “I have like a gag reflex about The Shins.” I could hear my voice, catty and faggy. “They’re such a dad band. How old are you, anyway?”

“Eighteen,” Orsino said.

“Okay. Well, for an eighteen-year-old you sure like dad bands.”

“It’s good music,” Orsino said. “You gotta listen to the lyrics. What about you?”

“I only listen to Ariana Grande,” I said, smirking at him stupidly and fluttering my eyelashes. I might have been being dumb, but he was still smiling at me, so I wanted to try being bolder. “And Gaga. I literally only listen to Just Dance by Lady Gaga and Pete Davidson by Ariana Grande every single day of my life. On repeat. I hate punk music.”

“Oh, really,” Orsino said in a flat-affect kind of voice. “You must be having a really interesting time here tonight then.”

“It’s really funny music,” I said. “And nobody is wearing platform boots or a rainbow pin or jewels or teal hair or anything.”

“I saw someone with teal hair,” Orsino said.

“That was me, actually. Earlier. I came with teal hair and an Ariana Grande tour shirt and changed.”

“Oh really,” Orsino said. He made eye contact with me and then slowly reached out and pulled at one of my curls. “I like what you’ve done with your hair since then. Insta-dye job to black. Insta-goth. It’s a really cute haircut on you, actually.”

“Thanks. I did it in the bathroom sink,” I said. “Just now. Using charcoal from the fire. I thought, oh no, everyone has dark hair or bad orangey dry bleach jobs. I have to fit in.”

“You’re doing good and blending in,” Orsino said. He finished the joint and ground out the end in the dirt under the stump. “Wait. Did you just neg me for my bleach job?” 

I felt my face fall. “What?”

“You said bad bleach jobs and looked at my hair. Were you making fun of me for my bleach job? You know, negging me? I know it’s all dry forest fire thatch up here.”

“I guess I did,” I said. I looked at his hair and back at his eyes. 

“Didn’t expect you to be acting like a straight English major goth at a sorority party over here,” Orsino said. “Calling all the girls ugly cause you think it’ll make them like you.”

I swallowed. “You’re right. That was cruel of me. I made fun of your name, earlier, too, and that was wrong. I shouldn’t be mean to cute boys.” 

“And my music taste.”

“That’s just a difference of opinion.”

Orsino looked at me like a cat playing with a mouse, but in a friendly way. “You were very cruel about my hair, though. I feel so small.”

“Sorry. It’s a bad habit. You can do two negs for me now. Tell me I’m ugly so you can hit on me better.”

“Hm,” Orsino said. He swung one hairy leg over the stump so half of him was in shadow under the trees and his right foot was nestled in the ivy and broken glass that lay all along the perimeter of the Goat Mansion yard. “Well, you aren’t ugly, so I can’t do exactly that. Maybe I want to save my negs. Find your weak spots and then go in for the kill.”

“I’m shaking,” I said. 

“Okay. I have one. My first one is that your mustache sucks. It’s like really cute that you’re trying it and I know what you’re going for, and the concept is attractive to me, and I like your philtrum, but it’s a bad mustache.”

“Ooh. Ouch. That stings,” I said. “I think it stings more because of all the compliments you threw in with it to cushion it.” But I scooted closer to him.

“I can do more.” He looked at me hard. “If you consent. I can be meaner about it.”

“About my mustache? Okay,” I said. “But I might be hurt and never speak to you again.”

“You’re trying to look like Freddie Mercury or something, right? You look like a summer camp counselor from the 1980s.”

“Ouch! You sure snatched my wig.” I put on a faggy voice. It kind of did sting to hear him say that, though also I knew that my mustache amounted to about twenty-four downy bad little hairs. But I guess I deserved it.

“See how it feels?” Orsino scooted a little closer. I found myself appreciating how broad his shoulders and torso were compared to mine. I looked at his smile. His canines were a little crooked.

“I actually am a summer camp counselor,” I said. “During the summer.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes.”

“I can give you another weak spot,” I said. “I’m a nerd and I used to be a horse girl. Got any horse related disses?”

“It doesn’t count if you give them to me. That’s a self defense maneuver. Also I don’t know if you���re even telling the truth. It’s gotta be something you’re sensitive about.”

“Are you sensitive about your hair and your name?”

“Yes! I’m a punk. My image is very important to me. Talking shit on my hair was mean. You started this whole battle.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry already. But give me time to recover from your first cutting remark before you do any more to me.” I put away my pipe. I glanced briefly over at Ian. Jukebox had left and now he was talking to Opal and Robin a few feet away. I felt like socially I was obligated to join their shit instead of sitting here talking to this boy I didn’t really know yet. At least so I could be up on the whole deal with Miss San Juan and the Dusties or whatever the new band was called. “Do you want to meet my friends?” I asked Orsino, standing. 

“Sure,” he said. He pulled himself up. “Hey, you’re not really hurt about the mustache thing, right?” He wasn’t smiling as much any more.  “I was just playing around. Your mustache is fine. It looks like every other high school punk’s mustache. Better than some. Better than mine. And you’re cute. You pull it off pretty good.”

I realized he thought he had misstepped and now I’d lost interest. I felt a flutter in my stomach. 

“It’s a really sensitive topic for me because of my gender dysphoria,” I said in a deadpan voice. I walked over to Ian and Opal and Robin.

Orsino followed me, squinting a little as if he couldn’t tell if I was joking. He put his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants.“Are you serious?” He asked.  "I’m sorry, I…”

“I won’t ever forgive you. Hey, meet my friends. Here are my friends Opal and Ian, who I guess have a band now.”

Ian paused. He had been saying something to Robin about some music stuff. I wasn’t sure what equipment they were talking about but it had hertz. He looked over to Orsino and then me and raised his eyebrows. 

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Miss San Juan, otherwise known as Ian. You saw me set up and then saw my set just now. You were jumping. Didn’t get your name.”

“I was indeed jumping,” Orsino said. “It was a pretty good show for how messy it seemed like things were before it started. You did good. You have a great stage presence. I’m Orsino.” He held out his hand, arcing his arm out for a man-handshake. 

Ian placed his delicate little hand in Orsino’s big one like a princess greeting her security guard. “Pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Orsino,” Orsino said again to Opal, holding out his hand again. For the first time I realized he was maybe kind of too stoned.

“I’m Opal,” said Opal. “I’m a drummer and use they/them pronouns and I’m really hungry for some trash food right now. Does anyone else want food?” They looked at me and then at Orsino. “You both look like you want some trash food.”

“Fuck yeah,” Orsino said. “Do we know when the next show starts, though?”

“There’s the gas station that doesn’t sell beer around the corner that way,” Opal said. “They have chips and sometimes hot dogs and pizza. We’ll be quick.”

“Let’s go,” Orsino said. He put his arm around my shoulders and set off toward the edge of the yard as if we had been walking together like that everywhere for years, as if he had touched me before.

“I don’t think I want food right now,” Ian said. “I’ll stay here.” He had a sort of quiet, wan tone in his voice that made me pause.

“Oh,” I said, and dug my feet into the ground to stop and pulled away from Orsino’s arm. I looked from Orsino to Ian. I didn’t want to leave Ian standing here alone right after his big set. “Ian, are you sure? You’ll need calories in a little bit.”

“I just feel like standing and smoking for a second in the quiet over here by the fence,” Ian said. 

“Quieter out by the gas station,” I said.

“I don’t feel like walking.”

“I’ll stay here too then,” I said. 

“I’m still going,” Orsino said. “I’m genuinely hungry.”

“Come on, then, big papa,” Opal said. “Let’s get some cheese fuel.” They turned their chair and wheeled fairly rapidly across the grass. 

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a visual love (2) ✧ p. chanyeol

author: @hyuckles-chuckles

pairing: park chanyeol x fem!reader

other character(s): byun baekhyun and kim junmyeon

genre: fluff, slight angst

rating: 15

warning(s): swearing, mentions of sex and stds

word count: 2.4k

summary: chanyeol shoots his shot, but does he make it?

a/n: sorry to all the people with common names, everything about this girl is original so her names gotta be original too, you know? *this is series will not continue for the time being, read if you want to*

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Previously on A Visual Love

“Well, if we’re going to be left alone by our so-called-friends, I’m Chanyeol.” Then he lifted his hand in her direction, offering her to shake it.

Oh, Chanyeol! You’re a dumbass! Who shakes hands these day?!

Then she slowly lifted her hand to grab his, and she shook it. Her hand was so soft and he noticed that she wore a few rings – them all being black and silver.

“Hi Chanyeol, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m (Y/N).”  

And isn’t it a coincedence that the beautiful girl had an equally beautiful name.  

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“(Y/N), that’s a great name,” Chanyeol commented.

“Not as cool as Chanyeol, it really suits you,” (Y/N) replied to Chanyeol.

“Yes, my name is cool-“ Chanyeol stopped mid sentence to appreciate the giggle you produced when he said his very bad joke. He joined in with, your laugh was just so genuine, like you actually thought it was funny.

“I’m sorry for stopping, you just have a really nice laugh,” Chanyeol told her.

“Really?” You questioned. “Most people dislike my laugh, you’re the first person to have told me that.”

Chanyeol took your hand and bowed. “Well, (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to be the first.”

You lifted your other hand to cover the blush that spread across your cheeks, but Chanyeol had already seen it. He quickly let your hand drop to your side and stood up.

“Back to what I was saying earlier,” Chanyeol continued. “(Y/N), I’ve never heard a name like that. It’s very interesting.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Thank you, I really like my name as well. It’s the best thing my parents ever gave me.”

Saying Chanyeol laughed would be an understatement. When Chanyeol finds something funny he literally falls to the ground, or tucks himself in to lessen the volume of his laugh. But that didn’t matter. Anyone could hear Chanyeol’s laugh from miles away. His laugh caught (Y/N) by surprised, but you still joined in. His laugh was as equally contagious as yours.

“Well, Chanyeol,” (Y/N) said after the fit of laughter had become obsolete. “What I would like to ask you, is why you were looking at me earlier?”

Chanyeol was about to answer, when he was interrupted by another question from (Y/N). “AND,” Chanyeol could tell that you were slightly tipsy with just this one word, “why you made a big scene when I caught you looking at me?”

Chanyeol started to get flustered as he was thinking of how to say that you’re the most beautiful girl that he’s ever seen without being a creep.

“Well, I was admiring your style. It’s very, uh, peculiar. How you paired the monotone colours with this very blue jacket, it’s very interesting.”

“Ah, a man who knows about colour,” (Y/N) said her thought out loud, then you covered your mouth as you realized you said your thought out loud. “Sorry, I study art – specifically painting and mixed media.

“Now that we’re on this topic, I assume you go here as well. Tell me Chanyeol, what do you see yourself as.”

“’What do I see myself as’? Like what’s my major?”

“Oh my gosh, you’re the cutest,” (Y/N) interrupted Chanyeol’s thoughts once again. But Chanyeol didn’t mind.

“I major in film, specifically working with the music component. I dabble in music too.” Chanyeol then lifted his hands to explain further what he was about to say. “I took my love for film, and I took my love for music, and I turned it into one.” He then clapped his hands to explain what he was saying physically. The clap startled (Y/N).

“Oh my god!” Chanyeol exclaimed while you were still recovering from your fright. “I didn’t mean to scare you! It’s just I have big hands, they make a big noise when I-“

“Chanyeol,” (Y/N) said whilst you were laughing. “It’s okay,” you said while you recovered from your laughter, “I’m just a bit drunk. You know what free beer does to people.”

“Oh yeah, I know. My dumbass friend Baekhyun is how I know. I won’t tell you the whole story but it ended in doing laundry and a very long shower.”

“Ew!” (Y/N) said in a disgust. You had scrunched up your face when you said the word, it was so cute to Chanyeol.

“So,” you continued the previous, “I assume you’re also here for the beer? Despite you not being that drunk.”

Chanyeol could’ve told (Y/N) that he was actually a part of this party. Because this was actually his party. A party that he didn’t care for but he still had to attend because it was his frat’s party.

Chanyeol could’ve told (Y/N) that he wasn’t here for the free beer, especially since he liked you a lot – even though he’s only known you for about ten minutes.

He could’ve told you – but he didn’t.

“Sorta, I’m also here to babysit Baekhyun.” Then Chanyeol leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear, “But don’t tell him I told you that.”

You  zipped your lip with your finger in response. Then you looked off to Chanyeol’s right. “I don’t think he needs you babysitting him.”

Chanyeol then looked behind him, and – not to his surprise – Baekhyun was with girls. Yes, girls. As in more than one girl was battling for his attention. Today it was two girls.

“Ugh, I wanted to sleep in my bed tonight,” Chanyeol murmured to himself.

“Are you and Baekhyun roommates?” (Y/N) asked Chanyeol.

“Unfortunately,” Chanyeol sighed, “yes.”

“I can fix that,” you told him.

“How?” Chanyeol asked you, but you were already plotting for a way to have Chanyeol have his bed for the evening.

“Minji!” You shouted.

“Yes,” Chanyeol heard a girl to his left, which gave him a shock.

“Ah! You small people need to stop sneaking on tall people!” Chanyeol reprimanded Minji.

“Sorry, but I’m of average height. You’re the one that should apologize for their too-tall-height,” Minji told Chanyeol. She then gave her attention to (Y/N). “Yes?”

“You remember Baekhyun? From before?” (Y/N) asked Minji.

“Yes I do, very hot.” Chanyeol made a face when she said this. (Y/N) just giggled at her friend’s way of describing him.

(Y/N) then pointed in Baekhyun’s direction so Minji could see for herself. “He’s about to score and we have to prevent that from happening so that Chanyeol can sleep in his bed.”

“Why should Chanyeol sleep in his own bed?” Minji asked (Y/N). “He could always find another place to sleep, you know?” Minji then raised her eyebrows between Chanyeol and (Y/N).

Chanyeol and (Y/N) started to blush at Minji’s words. They were all old enough to know what she was referring to.

“Because, he wants to sleep in his own bed, Minji. Don’t make a good thing difficult.” (Y/N) then turned from her friend to Chanyeol. “Can I borrow this?” You asked, nodding towards Chanyeol’s drink.

“Sure,” Chanyeol shrugged. “I wasn’t using it anyway.”

“Man, (Y/N). You sure know how to pick ‘em,” Minji mumbled to (Y/N).

“Shut up, and follow my lead.” And then they were off.

They practically marched up to Baekhyun, drinks in hand. Then they just stood in front of him, with a kind of hatred on their faces.

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol. What’s up? He mouthed to Chanyeol. Chanyeol lifted his shoulders in confusion. The two girls around Baekhyun were getting antsy, being surrounded by (Y/N) and Minji.

“May I help you ladies?” Baekhyun asked them, slightly nervous. That’s when (Y/N) threw Chanyeol’s drink into his face.

“What the fuck?!” Baekhyun shouted as he stood up from his seat. The majority of the party stopped at this moment, everyone was on the edge of their seat. Chanyeol had no idea that they were going to do that, but at least it was entertaining.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, Baekhyun?!” (Y/N) screamed in his face.

“Who the fuck do I think I am?! I don’t even know you!” Baekhyun shouted right back.

“You don’t know us?!” Minji chipped in.

“Yes!” Baekhyun sneered. “I don’t know who the two of you are.”

“You don’t remember us?” (Y/N) quipped. “Maybe if we show you our asses you’ll recognize us better!”

“How about- wait, what?” Baekhyun had been stopped.

“Of course you wouldn’t remember us,” Minji said. “You can’t even remember to check yourself at the doctor. How would you like to explain to my mother why I had to spend hundreds of dollars checking myself for crabs?!”

This is when Junmyeon, the leader of ΣΧΩ, stepped in. “Okay ladies please move away, we don’t need so much drama before the school year starts.”

(Y/N) and Minji walked away, not before Minji threw her drink in Baekhyun’s face. “Jerk,” she muttered while walking away.

Chanyeol couldn’t hear what Junmyeon was saying to Baekhyun, but it sure as hell looked like a lecture.

“Okay everyone, show’s over. Get back to the party,” Junmyeon announced and the party was back in play.

Baekhyun then spoke to the girls, the girls that were trying to get away from him. “Okay ladies, I’m in need of a shower. Maybe the two of you could-“ and then the girls got up and left “-walk away.”

Before Chanyeol could make his way to talk to Baekhyun, (Y/N) made her way to him. “Tell Baekhyun I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you got a good nights sleep. And then meet me outside. Bring drinks.” Then you walked outside, not giving Chanyeol a chance to speak. Not that he wouldn’t take your offer.

He made his way to Baekhyun who was ringing out the beer in his shirt. “What the fuck was that, Chanyeol? Two girls I never met – in my entire life – claiming I had a threesome with them. Wow! The things people do to have ‘sex’ with me. Wow!”

“Baekhyun, you just met those two girls. The first one who threw the drink in your face is the one that I’ve been staring at.”

Baekhyun’s mouth dropped. “The things, the things you and your little person do to have sex in our room. You could’ve just walked up, and taken the room. Not deprive me of sex!”

“Baekhyun, nothing’s happening tonight-“

“You’re implying that something will happen on a different night?”

“-we’re just going to talk outside now.”

“Take drinks, get her drunk, and make her think you’re hot.”

“Fuck you, Byun Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said as he was walking towards the drink table.

“Fuck you too, Park Chanyeol.”

Before Chanyeol made it outside, he shouted, “She also says she sorry.”

“Tell her it’s okay, but that she owes me two girls.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and walked off to (Y/N), who had rolled her pants up and stuck her feet in the swimming pool.

When you finally saw him, you waved him over. “Come here! Roll your pants up! The water’s amazing!”

Chanyeol already knew that this girl was going to be even more amazing than the water in that pool.

✧

“Are you seriously wondering why she hit you?!” (Y/N) half shouted, half laughed at Chanyeol.

“I was trying to save it!” Chanyeol defended himself.

“You brought a live rat – from the street – into your house. Of course your mother would hit you!”

Chanyeol looked at his phone for the time. “Oh my god, it’s already five past three, so much for a ‘good nights sleep’.”

(Y/N) giggled at the very reason why they were sitting here in the first place; a celebration of Chanyeol being able to sleep in his own bed. “Really? I could’ve sworn it was just midnight fifteen minutes ago. I should actually get going,” (Y/N). “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit, what?” Chanyeol asked you.

“I remember the reason why I never out my feet in swimming pools at parties.”

“Oh here, take my shirt,” Chanyeol offered. He took off his shirt before (Y/N) could decline, not that you were complaining.

“Wow,” you breathed out.

“What?” Chanyeol asked you when his shirt was officially off of his body.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Thank you for your shirt.” Then you dried your feet. “Won’t you get cold though? Now I feel bad.”

“Don’t worry, Baekhyun and I are a pair. It’s only fair.”

“If you say so,” (Y/N) said, then you proceeded to dry your feet and put your feet wear on.

“So, how are you getting home?” (Y/N) asked as you got up with both shoes on your feet.

Chanyeol shrugged. “We’re probably going to walk, it’s close enough.”

Chanyeol was drunk now. He could’ve stopped this lie ages ago, but with the alcohol in his veins he couldn’t stop with his little white lies.

“Minji’s probably left, I guess I’ll have to call an Uber,” (Y/N) thought out loud.

This was Chanyeol’s time, he was going to ask for your number.

“Are you serious? It’s really late. Maybe we should exchange numbers so in case you get kid napped I’ll find you, or something.”

(Y/N) raised her brow. “Sure. I’ve been kid napped plenty times before with Uber. It’ll only be safe for me if we have each other’s numbers.”

They exchanged each other’s numbers, then (Y/N) called an Uber. The two walked back in the house to find a whole mess. Chanyeol was not excited about cleaning this up in the morning. He sure wished right now that his white lies were true so that he could avoid cleaning this up.

The two found Baekhyun sleeping on the couch, snoring his head off. Oh how Chanyeol hated that snore when he was trying to do anything.

“Baekhyun, buddy. It’s time you get up to sleep in your bed,” Chanyeol said in a motherly way to Baekhyun. (Y/N) started to laugh behind her hand.

“It’s fine, I’ll just sleep – woah, you’re shirtless!” This woke up Baekhyun. “Have you been working out? The ladies will love you!” Then he was back to his snoring.

“Typical,” Chanyeol muttered.

“Oh! My Uber’s outside,” (Y/N) announced.

“Okay, I’ll walk you outside.” Then they were out of the house.

“You should also maybe text me your address,” Chanyeol suggested. “Just so I know you’re okay, of course.”

“Why would you need my address? What would you do with it? How would you use it?” You asked him.

“I’d use your address to pick you up tomorrow night, at around six? If it’s not too weird.”

Chanyeol was really trying his luck with this one, but he really wanted that date.

“Well, when you put it like that, I’ll text you when I get home. Good night, Chanyeol!” You said as you got in the Uber. And then you were gone.

Chanyeol was over the moon. He got the date. With a girl. A girl that he actually liked. A date with a girl that he actually liked.

Chanyeol got to his room, took off his pants, and slid into bed.

However, before he drifted off into his sleep, he heard a question that kept him sleeping.

“Did you get a blowjob at least?”

It was Baekhyun. He managed to wake himself up and get into bed.

“No, you idiot. Now go to sleep.”

And then he was dreaming. Dreaming of tomorrow night.

✧

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Rockman.EXE Episode 12 Review.

Roll... Charm? Nah.

Crash or Clash? Im so confused.

We start this episode with Yaito and Meiru at the N-1′s gift shop. You know, since shopping is something girls do.

Meiru-chan tries out a hat only to have it taken from her by Iroaya Madoi.

Because she felt like bothering some kids today.

After insulting Yaito’s shiny big forehead she proceeds to insult Meiru.

The insult was better in the dub.

She finally reveals to be Meiru and Roll’s next opponent and the title card appears.

Midorikawa begins to announce the next two matches, starting with Netto vs Hinouken in the main dome, though she sounds more excited about the match in the B-dome which will be Madoi vs Meiru, the first “Girl vs Girl” battle.

Too bad only ONE of their Navis is actually a girl!

Did she called Madoi old? Also, whats with the poses? Was Madoi fixing her hair before her picture? And Hinouken is like, “Yeap, thats me, I am a fire god”. BTW his real name is Kenichi, turns out Hinouken is a nickname.

After this we cut to Meiru-chan and friends in the locker room, where all the guys are keeping their distance.

This girl is on fire!

As you can guess, Madoi has her compleatly burning with rage, or is it a firery aura as Higure-san says?

Whatever it is, it engulfs Yaito as well when Meiru promises to defeat Madoi using the chips she gave her.

If anything, Tohru should be the head of the Madoi hate club since she kidnapped his father, and are we also forgeting that she is part of the World Three?

Netto doesnt understand why both Yaito and Meiru are so angry at Madoi, (World Three, Netto!) so he asks them what happend, while they’re still burning.

And we get a scene where they are standing face to face with Madoi and the hat from the gift shop flying in the background.

Who paid for the hat anyway?

She is like twelve, of course she has small breasts!

But Meiru-chan fights back and unintentionally calls her old because she said “Obasan” which ticks off Madoi.

She never said “Old hag”, she called her madame, ma’m or old lady XD

Also, 23?! Not with that makeup as Yaito and Meiru tell her before calling her old again. Intentionally this time.

We then get a dramatic scene with the two of them insulting eachother.

It is ON!!!

After that “flashback”, we cut to the cyberworld where Glyde and Roll are talking about how rude Madoi was to both their operators.

Quick, Rockman! Say yes! Say YES!

Saved...

Netto says goodbye to everyone since they will be go cheer for Meiru-chan at her match. Followed by Yaito asking what happend to Masa-san, who was apparently there earlier. I like the way Higure-san starts searching for him.

Netto is runnig down the hall on his way to his match but is stopped by a monitor on the wall about another record being broken.

Yeap! Sharkman, the Navi Rockman met back in episode 5. Turns out he is the Navi of the strange man we saw with Miyuki and Saloma before, who is totally not Masa-san, even though he tells everyone to eat more Calcium.

So thats his theme? Ok.

Netto starts getting excited over this and Miyuki appears next to him saying that the commander is exagerating his “rank”. This, of course, makes Netto ask her if she knows him, and she denies it in such a rookie way.

Come on, Miyuki, you can do better than that.

She leaves and Netto continues his way to the match, and we see Mahajarama coming through the wall just to say something ominous about his battle with Hinouken.

How does he do that? O.O

In the next scene Netto and Rockman’s battle begins, with Hinouken looking suspiciously confident. Once the battle begins, Rockman dashes at Fireman using the same attack and animation he used against Gutsman back in the first episode.

I call it, the “Rock n Rumble”!

As the battle continues, Midorikawa announces that the battle in the B-dome is about to begin. So we cut to Roll in a redish canyon arena where Coloredman attacks her by surprise.

Roll starts her attack with her Heart Flash move, but Coloredman is able to catch them and... Eats them?

So Roll throws candy hearts?

Coloredman throws his ball at her, she dodges and this happens.

He’s lying of course, Coloredman’s ball comes rolling back at Roll giving her TIME to dodge! Seriously, this is how the scene goes.

“Why didn’t you tell me to dodge?!”

Meiru, you had plenty of time to use a battle chip! Who is the operator here?!

This was to create drama before cutting to comertials, and we return with Roll on the ground and Meiru nagging Madoi who is just powdering her face.

Shouldn’t you be helping your Navi?

Madoi just starts mocking her which also angers her friends on the stands where Masa-san takes the oportunity to re-join them.

Told you this was gonna be a thing.

The crowd suddently starts going wild, everyone begins to cheer for someone, starting with this kid who looks like Netto.

Madoi is confused about this until she finally pays attention to the battle.

No wonder they’re going crazy, this is awsome! XD

This results in Coloredman throwing his ball upwards squashing him in a comidic way.

Coloredman gets angry and brings out his mini mes!

But Roll-chan has a new trick up her glove, she throws her hearts at the mini Coloredmen making them fall in love with her, and she then orders them to attack him.

After this, Coloredman literally knocks some sense into them and they then proceed to chase Roll, running her over.

Or should I say, “Roll” her over? XD

We cut to the spectator stands where we focus on Miyuki and Saloma, not only because the light focuses on them, but because they are the only ones who are not brunnetts.

They’re talking about how they can’t arrest Madoi, even knowing she is a World Three member, because Net criminals can only be arrested over the Net. Which is kinda dumb considering how she held someone hostage in episode 6. 

Anyway, its funny how Miyuki says this last line only to follow it with this scene.

Midorikawa tells the audience the progress of the battle in the sub dome, as we cut to Rockman’s battle.

Fireman attacks, Rockman dodges it and lands like this for some reason.

Talk about light on your feet.

In the battle we see that they are evenly matched as they both get pushed back by the others shots.

Netto realizes that Fireman is even stronger than before, and Hinouken confirms his thoughts by telling him that they have train exhaustively ever since they lost the second time, (although it really wasnt Rockman who beat him)

You already had an episode about that, remember? And you failed!

After that, we cut back to Roll-chan who has finally read the mini Coloredmen attack pattern.

Meiru brags about it to Madoi, but she decides to play dirty by blinding Meiru with the Sun’s reflexion on her powder box mirror.

Meiru’s reaction distracts Roll who is attacked from behind by the mini Coloredmen.

With Meiru incapable of doing anything (even less than before), Coloredman takes advantage of the situation and decides to get ready to delete Roll with the Aqua and Flame Towers.

However, Yaito wont allow this to happend and runs down the stairs to where Meiru is to cheer her on. Madoi gets annoyed at this and decides to use her mirror on her too, which turns out be a bad idea.

Yaito, with your forehead so bright, wont you blind my sight tonight?

Yaito’s shiny forehead returns the reflexion to Madoi who falls backwards droping her PET in the process.

This has an effect on the mini Coloredmen who get damaged and blow up, leaving Coloredman confused. Meiru takes the opportunity to FINALLY use one of the chips Yaito gave her which so happends to be a rare chip.

Coloredman gets scared and counters with his ball, but the Triple Lance Battle Chip is too much for him and shoots through the ball hitting Coloredman afterwards, ending the battle.

After Meiru and friends celebrate her victory they decide to go cheer for Netto in his battle.

Speaking of the battle, we see that things are heating up, literally, as Fireman and Rockman are standing back to back, talking to eachother.

Netto slots-in the Elec Sword, Fireman uses a Fire sword and the episode ends with Hinouken saying something suspicious as he looks up at the sun.

My thoughts on this?

Is it just me, or is everytime a shonen anime tries to focus on the girl characters, it ends up being lame in comparison?

Dont get me wrong, I love Roll and the way she battles, but the match felt more like a filler than an actual battle. I know Coloredman isnt the strongest Navi in the World Three... but he is a World Three Navi! It’s like they dumbed him down so he could lose against Roll and Meiru’s rookie fighting style. Rockman delivers punches and kicks from time to time, but Roll just pulls hair and pinches faces. It was pretty fun to watch though.

The dub decided to make this a two part episode, but it is originally two diferent episodes, this being part one and the next episode as part two because it ended in a cliffhanger.

Speaking of the dub, I find it really confusing how they changed Yaito and Meiru explaining Netto about Madoi after he asks them, the dub just cuts over to the flashback without mentioning it as such, it just looked like something that happend later rather than earlier, which makes the hat flying at the begining not make any sense.

This episode was probably a reference to the first game where Roll tried to stop Coloredman from blowing up a bus.

Of course, she couldnt handle it and Rockman had to step in and save her, but Im not saying she did a better job here. Roll did good as always but her operator has no idea what she’s doing. Roll-chan did all the work and Meiru gets the praise because she send a rare chip at the very end, that was literally her only job!

 In the dub, a lot of dialogue was added where there wasnt, like in the part where Roll is about to get hit by Coloredman’s ball, the dub had her saying that it was too late to avoid it, better than just standing there waiting for it to happend.

To be fair, an operator also directs the Navi, telling them where to go or what attacks to use sometimes, but Meiru still SUCKS! Its until Axess where she becomes a little more competent, so we still have an entire season to suffer through her dumb operation. All we can do for now is root for poor Roll-chan.

#Rockman.exe #megaman battle network #MegaMan NT Warrior #anime girl #dub vs sub #my reviews

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2017.10.24 Show By Rock (Cross Ambivalence) Review!

I literally had to get this out asap! I stayed up to write this damn thing! xD I saw the very first one when it came out (review here); but I’m not sure we should include it in this new cast/series xD

Official Site here Official Twitter here Press Coverage 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Video Coverage 1, 2, 3, 4

CAST and CHARACTERS

Shingancrimsonz: Yonehara Kousuke as Crow Teruma as Aion Torigoe Yuuki as Yaiba Naoya Goumoto (Takigawa Eiji) as Rom

Trichronika: Kamakari Kenta as Shuuzo Yutaro as Riku Kihara Rui as Kai

Arcareafact: Itokawa Yojiro as Titan Tanaka Ryosei as Orion Itagaki Rihito as Selen Takikawa Koudai as Argon

Ninjinriot: Tsuji Ryo as Arashi Isaka Ikumi as Oboro Takahashi Kensuke as Rin Akazawa Ryotaro as Kamui

Judas JR: Kubo Yukito, Matsumoto Kento, Abe Daichi, Masumoto Kenichi

Other: KIMERU as Adam Yoshioka Yu as Eve Toba Jun as Jii Kon Takuya as Maple Arisugawa

NON-SPOILER REVIEW

Overall: That was so much fun!! It might as well have been a real live! Lots of audience participation, lots of singing, wooing, dancing along etc. It was so. much. fun! I even cried! I cried at one point because it was sad. And I cried another time just because it was so much fun, I didn’t want it to end! It was so good! For me, the MVP was either Yojiro and/or Kensuke xD I’m happy they did a story from the anime. They’ve left it open enough to continue too! I hope we get another stage AND another live! Also I want a CD asap! Rating: 8.5-9/10

Seriously all the stages I’ve seen lately have been amazing! YumeStage, EnStage, (spoiler alert >) Honoo no Mirage, Captain Tsubasa, UtaPuri, now this!!

STORY

The story is about another battle of the bands but, we have the ex-members of Amatelast who are trying to get the band back together and plotting ways of breaking Rom and Shuuzo up from their current bands; with Rom and Shuuzo’s past coming up and both of their groups think they’re going to leave them. We also have a band coming from the future to warn them that everything is bad.

SPOILER REVIEW

Where to start?!??!!? xD

SCENES/COMMENTS

The opening straight away was hilarious because after Trichronika performed, Kai gave Shuuzo some water but Shuuzo/KenKen coughed on his water hard, couldn’t get his line out, and everyone was dying of laughter so he ‘started over’ and take a sip of water again xD Rui’s faced cracked hard when it happened.

There’s a scene where Crow looks and acts trashed out of his head drunk; but he’s just milk-drunk xD it’s so adorable and cute! 

There’s a scene with Crow on a bike (he’s doing his part time job), and he ends up banging into Adam twice, and the second time even YoneChan cracked up and laughed his line out.

I was lucky enough to be right next to the break between the front seating area and the back seating area. I got so many good views and closeness from people <3 I was super happy that Naoya and KenKen came in from my side and they were like BAM right there! Also, there’s a scene where KenKen gets carried by Judas Jrs across this aisle area and because I was right next to the exit door for him, he was so slow leaving my eye line <3 and he waved to all of us as he went past too! In fact almost ALL of them walked past at one point because they wall came out in a line when they time traveled back to when Amatelast (Shuuzo, Rom, Adam and Eve) were together. And Akazawa walked so slowly in that outfit of his that he took ages to walk past me xD

Another golden moment thanks to me seat was Teruma headbanging almost AGAINST the girl in front of me - his hair was ALL in her face; she was dying of laughter as was I xD She was super duper happy after he left though - NOT because he left, but she got such direct fanservice. And Torigoe was across from me, leaning over the front area bar to give some girls fanservice too.

There’s a scene where Shingan are in a bar finding out about the Battle of the Bands tournament, but while Rom and Crow are trying to get sense of their manager, Yaiba/Torigoe was pretending to be a cat and was following Teruma’s tail around and Teruma was purposely playing with his tail and putting it in Torigoe’s face. Then Crow ends up with a flower and he uses it on both Teruma and Torigoe who became cats xD I’m pretty sure this is a higawari. Which Naoya/Rom could always perfect stop with his mighty fists and punches xD

OH! One major thing I love about this stage is that EVERYONE’S mics are on so if (for example) 8 characters are on stage, you can hear everything; also they’re pretty much able to play around and do stuff and interact stupidly if it’s not their line or if they’re not a major point to the scene so we saw a lot of hilarious things going on; both planned and unplanned.

Speaking of Rom’s fists! When he punches the teddy version of Manager Maple and then a mini teddy of him  drops from the sky xD so funny!

But also speaking of fists and punches; Crow and Rom’s showdown fight broke my heart and it was during such a sad song sung by Teruma, Torigoe and Kimeru too! BUT it was impressive seeing YoneChan have such energy to keep falling almost every time Naoya ‘hit’ him. It was very well choreographed.

Related to Teruma! There’s a part of a song where he has to do screamo and oh my! Teruma’s screamo!!! It was good! His singing is always great but I didn’t know he could do screamo singing too!

OH! And those damn Shingen aprons are back! I was great seeing those again! And when Torigoe and Teruma’s part time ob involved cleaning the Judas Studio and they had to pretend to not be Yaiba and Aion so they could overheard Arcareafact’s conversation. Aion cleaned the floor in front of Argon as if he was playing Curling. And Torigoe put on an old woman’s voice and potted around. At one point Teruma always span around wipping the broom around too which was very funny.

Another funny part is when Kimeru finds Riku late at night but accidentally scares him by shouting, and so Riku runs of stage screaming, BUT Riku’s screaming also caused Kimeru to panic and scream too in return and he sort of ducked where he was. Then Kimeru went backstage to grab a weeping Riku and pulled him back on stage xD

I really love when the Manager actor sings too! There’s two great parrts! The first is when he sings on stage and slowly the rest of Shingan join in except Rom who’s just like ‘wtf are you all doing?’ but eventually Crow drags him to join in xD the other time is when he’s talking to Shuuzo in the aisle and he sings all his lines and also walks off singing. Shuuzo ends the scene by going ‘it seems like someone’s listening to us (meaning the audience xD)’.

I cried so easily and so hard when Shuuzo got to the hospital and was like (to Riku - who had gotten himself into a car accident because he was so miserable and upset about Shuuzo possibly leaving them) ‘YOU IDIOT! I WAS SO WORRIED!’ And then he hugged Riku and Kai like ‘I’ll never leave you two’. Shortly after this moment, we also have Kimeru breaking down which also broke my heart, especially because the scene fades to black with Kimeru just scream-crying his heart out =[ To then have the bands start performing straight after... it took me a good song to calm down and get back to enjoying it. But then I fully enjoyed it! SO MUCH FUN!

You can tell those that have Live/Band experience because they went ALL out and you can hear it in their voices by how well trained their vocals are and how amazing their range it and how they can blast out a song and not get tired: YoneChan, KenKen, Kimeru. Their love of performing just oozes out from them and very obvious to see.

I NEED a second live so I can do and support them!! They were all amazing! All the songs are great!!

I need another LIVE, another STAGE, AND I want a CD released please!!

ACTING

I won’t mention everyone, sorry(!)

Yonehara Kousuke as Crow: YONE IS THE PERFECT CROW! Need I say an more? He has so much DAMN energy and he’s just loud and crazy and does stupid things but also cares so much for his friends; he is EXACTLY as Crow should be. And that tummy, am-I-right?!

Naoya Goumoto (Takigawa Eiji) as Rom: While what happened to Eiji is terrible and unfortunate, I was so happy when Naoya got announced as his replacement. And he did not disappoint; he was enough Naoya as he was Rom <3 Rom is a character both he and Eiji suit very well. And we got to see Naoya WITHOUT a shirt! Like waaah! And he’s well toned too! I was goooogling a lot xD 

I assume it’s a higawari but there’s one part when Rom is a salaryman and begging his boss for money and the boss says if he wants the money then he should do a Monomane/Impersonation. A girl in the audience told him to be a bicycle and YoneChan (who was on stage with Kimeru, looking on at Naoya and the boss) pointed to the bicycle on stage like ‘there’s one here!’ . But Naoya did the bicycle and used his tail to make it look like a seat but as he left the room as a bicycle, he blurted out ‘ISN’T THIS THE WRONG SHOW?! (referring to YowaMushi Pedal xD)’. It was hilarious.

Kamakari Kenta as Shuuzo: I love how KenKen just OWNS his mistkes in a way that he pretends they didn’t happen while everyone else is dying of laughter. Before the after event live started, he came on stage and fucked up his own bands name AND the name of the music tournament and he just ignored the fact he made the mistakes, smiled to the audience and continued his lines xD

By the way, Mitsuya Ryo (who played Shuuzo previously) was there tonight; KenKen did sing directly at someone in the audience at once point, so could’ve been him. I have so much respect for Mitsuya; he went to a musical where he was replaced and it’s clearly obvious KenKen is doing the FAR superior performance, yet he is all buddy buddy and smiles with KenKen and it looks genuine. If it had been me, I wouldn’t be going anywhere NEAR stages I get replaced in.

AND I’M SO HAPPY WE GOT TO SEE HIM AS DARK SHUUZO!! I love dark Shuuzo and his outfit was so pretty and sparkly!! *dead*

Yutaro as Riku: His singing has gotten a tad better than Hatsukoi Monster, but he definitely should not be cast in musicals. He’s able to act so he can stay in the stage world but he shouldn’t force his voice vocally so muhc xD BUThe character was so cute and adorable! He was the cutest whenhe was in hospital and had these white pjs on <3 And he was totally cute in the AfterEvent; he was the last one to put his instrument back, and KenKen and Rui waited so patiently for him. When he turned around and saw they were already waiting, he was a little flustered and hurried down to them; so cute! His character in this is very similar to his character in Hatsukoi Monster (review here).

Kihara Rui as Kai: It’s SO weird seeing him so adorable and cute and smiley! The gap between his true self (which I’ve heard is somewhat very straight faced and -__-) and this character is amazing. Also seeing him in Give Up Dance and then in this and seeing the drastic difference even between those characters is amazing! He’s definitely a talented actor and could go a long way. It was totally adorable when Teruma and Torigoe stole his drumsticks xD OH also he does this cool/kakkoi line during his solo song which was so cool yet also laughable xD

Itokawa Yojiro as Titan: Is there anything this mother fucker can’t do? I mentioned in my non-spoiler that he and/or Kensuke are the MVP of this stage for me. His voice is AMAZING! I didn’t expect him to sing SO WELL! But I should’ve because it seems to be part of the Bancho Boys requirements that they can sing (seriously, they can ALL sing from what I’ve heard so far). His voice was so great! He’s definitely his strongest when he’s NOT doing super high notes but still he was soooo good! I want everyone to hear his pretty voice! I’m trying NOT to be his fan because he already has a loyal and big-ish following but damn... he’s a great actor, he’s in a crap ton of popular shows, he can sing, he’s cute, we practically have the same birth, I enjoy everything he does... ugh... someone stop me from falling indeep with yet another actor. Also, his pants looked really good on him.

I really hope the next stage is Arcareafact’s backstory because Titan has a sad but interesting back story that I want to see on stage. Especially if it’s Yojiro! Goddammit boi.

Tsuji Ryo as Arashi: He looked freaking adorable! He was soooo cute!

Isaka Ikumi as Oboro: He looked SUCH cool and interesting. Visually he looked great; I want to see his (and the rest of Ninjinriot) developed more in future!

Takahashi Kensuke as Rin: OMG Kensuke, you know no chill. He was absolutely fabulous in this stage! Surprisingly his boobs become the least interesting part about him very quickly. How he can walk in those heels, constantly up and damn the stairs, with the massive height he already has is IMPRESSIVE. And his skirt was so DAMN short that my eyes were like o_O whenever he was on stage or near me (which he walked past me once and I got a good eyefull of his chest and how flawless his skin is around his arms and back - lucky bugger). With the heels and the skirt, his thighs looked amazing! And then his mannerisms were so feminine and fitted the character so perfectly and he kept in character SO FREAKING WELL! He was so pretty and so beautiful <3 how he suited this character so well is CRAZY! But I just wish he had more lines, more stage time, and actually sang - he didn’t sing at all, just ‘played’ his guitar xD I hope we get to see more of him in future stages/lives.

Akazawa Ryotaro as Kamui: He was so adorable too! But he walked so clunkingly and so slowly in his outfit xD

Judas JR: Were ALL adorable!!

KIMERU as Adam: It’s obvious I’m going to say he was wonderful and perfection in this! Kimeru always is. He KNOWS how to literally put on a show and be entertaining. Kimeru is always fabulous and always the life of the party and you can tell he LOVES performing and singing! 

After Event

KenKen is amazing at being awkward but also just brushing it off and being normal xD << I already mentioned this moment above.

The special Trikronika live was so much fun! Especially when KenKen couldn’t even say their name properly and Riku and Kai corrected him about three times but pretend he never said it nor that he didn’t hear them xD

The live was A LOT of fun! They sang INSIDE -- when he said that, even lost their shit for some reason -- tis a good song though.

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GOODS

I, and so many other fans, appreciate it so much that they decided to sell Eiji’s stuff too!

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And there we have it! I had to get this one out ASAP because I enjoyed it so much!

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[indiecation]

There was literally something for everyone at this year’s Music Tastes Good Festival at the Marina Green Park in Long Beach, CA. Dance/EDM? Check. Hip-Hop? Check. Indie Rock? Check. Dad Rock? Check.

Long Beach pride simply ran through this festival. From the local chefs and restaurants to the liberal use of “what up, Long Beach!” to hype up the crowd, it was clear that people were both surprised and delighted to be there. 

The Marina Green Park is nestled in the Shoreline Village area of Long Beach. With 360 views of everything Long Beach has to offer including the convention center, historic buildings and the Queen Mary, this location was the epitome of everything Long Beach has to offer. And as a CSULB grad and current Long Beach resident, I particularly love that Long Beach’s music scene is coming up — let’s not forget about Tropicalia coming up next month!

Both days I arrived around 2pm. Because I was writing full articles for mxdwn.com, I had my first “I’m with the press” experience at this show and, let me tell you, it was not too shabby! I took a moment to stop in at one of my favorites, Vinyl Williams, who’s post-punk and psych sounds were reverberating off the Convention Center parking lot as I checked into the festival. After catching Fledloyd, I took in the scenery. The taste area was available to a select few who spent the extra money, but there was just as much to see and eat. I stopped by The Attic’s booth and chatted with the attendant, who was giving out free samples of their famous, mouthwatering mac n’ cheetos — to which I am no stranger — and I told her The Attic was my neighborhood hang. She gave me a free t-shirt with said mac n’ cheetos on it and I happily made my way to the Long Beach Stage where BRONCHO was about to play.

BRONCHO had a definite cool factor as they played their reverberating garage rock. Singer Ryan Lindsey kept on making this comical motion — as he rocked his body back and forth, he’d play a chord then raise his hand with his finger pointed up. The first few times it seemed normal, but then he’d keep doing it after the songs ended so the audience started laughing, particularly during “What.”

Another highlight of the day were indie rock outfit Alvvays. As a recent fan, I was looking forward to hearing their new material off Antisocialites and boy did they deliver. The sound and vocals from Molly Rankin had the audience in a dreamy daze. While they played fan favorites like “Adult Diversion,” their new tracks were the stars of the show. “Not My Baby” and “Dreams Tonight” both have beautiful melodies and made the most impact to me during their set. Oh, and can we talk about rotating main stages for a second and why more shows aren’t using them?? As one band was playing, in the back another would be setting up unbeknownst to the audience. At the end of the set, the stage would rotate, giving us a glimpse of a very Long Beach scenery — palm trees and, in this case, a beautiful sunset.

Of Montreal and !!! (Chk Chk Chk) from day two will have to battle it out for most energetic performance and audience. When of Montreal singer Kevin Barnes took the stage, he was wearing a blonde wig and colorful women’s outfit, which I suppose is pretty normal for them. Their performance completely blew me away. Truthfully I only knew a handful of their songs and that memory was growing hazy. But, I it all came back to me when I heard “Suffer for Fashion” and those lyrics came to me and the rest of the audience as we sang, “it’s not supposed to happen like that… not like that.” People were jumping up and down to the highly danceable set and Barne’s voice was simply stunning. It was definitely THE performance of the night.

I stayed to catch British early shoegaze group Ride and had to back away from the stage because, My Bloody Valentine style, their music was a glorious wash of strong, loud sound. I also caught headliners Ween and while there were some funny moments mostly from the lyrics I heard in the set, they weren’t really my jam. Regardless, lots of people (probably your dad) were there to see Ween and they really did do it all… there was even a theremin on stage that I heard at one point! They ended their set on a soft note with the song, “Fluffy” (yes pun intended).

The next day I arrived still tired from having been up until 4 in the morning to write my Day One article for mxdwn. But I was super excited to see one of my new favorites Jay Som and get down to some stellar indie rock. The Bay-area foursome kept things cool and casual on the stage — it felt like we were just looking in on their rehearsal or jam session. The band members themselves were just looking at each other, smiling and being goofy, but man could they achieve that hazy, lo-fi sound that many indie bands can only dream of. They played my favorite from them, “Turn Into” and I head a new favorite as they played “Out Red Door,” which started softly and lead into a fuzzy jam session. The group posed hilariously as the stage rotated for the next band and the small but engaged audience laughed.

As I mentioned before, !!! definitely competed with of Montreal for most energetic set. Singer Nick Offer did an incredible job of engaging with and hyping up the crowd and joined the audience from the stage as many times as he could. Some of my favorites from the set included “Pardon My Freedom,” even if he was telling me to sick his dick. The song blended punk and electronic together in a way that was angsty and rad. But I also couldn’t help but feel the groove for “Freedom ’15,” a funky dance track.

Since I was on assignment to cover Digable Planets and Los Lobos, I wasn’t able to catch much of Peaches, but from what I saw she was wearing a pink feathered outfit and words like “this song is about my huge vagina,” or something to that effect, I’m sure made for an engaging performance.

Los Lobos had another dad rock audience, but their performance was filled with personality and George Lopez jokes too. What was cool about their set were the extra instruments they brought out on the more cultural songs like “Stained Behind the Glass” in which a harp player came out, and banda-based song “Rio de Tenampa” which called for rather enthusiastic clarinet, trombone and sousaphone players. They continued on as the stage turned, revealing tUnE-yArDs, who’s name spelling reminds me of how middle schoolers used to and maybe still do type on their iPhones and myspace.

To be honest, I was half annoyed that I would have to watch tUnE-yArDs, as my hazy memory of them included them singing “don’t you wanna be a rasta,” channeling my disdain for reggae. However, I’ll be the first to admit that I was just being judgmental, because their set was one of the most entrancing ones of the festival. The experimental-folk project of Merrill Garbus, tUnE-yArDs creates their sound with the use of vocal and drum loops that are set up on the spot. The band might almost be considered honorary shoegaze because of the time they spent looking down at their feet. It was incredible to watch this trio — Garbus would set up a loop featuring various harmonies and melodies, put it all together, and sing over it at times. The drummer would lock right into the rhythm too which I’m sure was not an easy feat. And while it’s probably not the kind of music I’d listen to in my spare time, it sure as hell was interesting to watch.

But the Long Beach stage was the most crowded it would be for final headlining act Sleater-Kinney. While this band has been around since the ’90s and Carrie Brownstein and Corin Tucker were integral in the riot grrrl movement, they’re probably even more popular now just because everyone knows and loves Carrie Brownstein in Portlandia. And while Tucker was the main singer, Brownstein certainly commanded a lot of attention with her high kicks and expressionist face. A lot of people seemed to know the lyrics and really got into the songs. Some of the more pop-y songs like “One Beat” had everyone jumping up and down. Brownstein’s skills on the guitar were spot on for their noise-rock in “Surface Envy,” as the two guitar players rocked hard and loud into the night.

The sets each night ended promptly at 10pm and everyone cleared out promptly each night. Overall, it was a smooth and successful event that seemed to draw in a lot of the L.A. crowd, and I ran into people I knew from CSU, Long Beach, L.A. shows and even some family! Events like these give me even more prideful of being a Long Beach resident, and I look forward to what lineup Music Tastes Good will reveal for next year!

Check out my full articles on mxdwn:

Music Tastes Good 2017 Day One with Ween, Of Montreal and Alvvays

Music Tastes Good 2017 Day Two with Sleater-Kinney, Los Lobos and tUnE-yArDs

Music Tastes Good – A Lineup Filled With Flavor There was literally something for everyone at this year's Music Tastes Good Festival at the Marina Green Park in Long Beach, CA.

#!!! #Alvvays #Broncho #Jay Som #Music Tastes Good #Music Tastes Good Long Beach #Of Montreal #Sleater-Kinney #tUnE-yArDs