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baekuras · 1 year

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Have stopped my binge of The Walking Dead (during season 9 just like last time I dropped it 😭 I am trying but also...tired so breaktime from that) to actually go watch Fear (the walking dead also bc duh) because I started it when it began but then took a break when it was on break till the new season and just never came back to it Anyhow I do also quite enjoy it (altho rip to I think season 4 which made me irate for many reasons at the beginning but then calmed down some so I am back to enjoying things) and the characters etc but I also am definitely going in it looking for comedy Didn’t do that for the main show as much because that was a rewatch But by now any media I consume I WILL make fun of (lovingly) or try to imagine funny scenes because...duh

i actually wanted to put all my other ramblings in the tags but there is was too much coming to mind with every word i write even though my memory can be shit so...readmore it is Watched till season 6 episode 5 so basically spoilers up to that

anyhow rip nick your chaos will be missed

i do also think the moment i rly decided to go make fun of everything lovingly(I need you to understand I genuinely mean that because I also did cry a lot during appropriate moments) was when nick & troy had their joyride through the horde at the ranch like yep everyone is stuck in the pantry slowly dying and also how the FUCK did we get here but also fuck it I’m in WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO CARCRASH

also fuck troy for being high on the “actual assholes i enjoy watching list” because while everyone of those got murder there why did he have to just casually sprinkle in some soft racism? or casual racism? i was about to say “not shoot on sight-racism” because rhe does do that...or I believe he would but that’s more a “humans are alive” thing than a “oh god is that a native american human ALIVE” thing....that’s his dad-may he rest in fucking hell forever dear GOD did his kids deserve better than his shitty ass making problems present past and future FUCK THAT man he is NOT on my “assholes who i actually like on screen” list

like my mood basically went from “urgh oh god fuck he’s a racist shithole.” to “oh FUCK he’s a child abuser racist shithole WHY DON’T YOU KEEP ADDING ON LET’S GET A FLAMETHROWER A GUN ISN’T ENOUGH HERE” (i think that’s basically about where i’ll end my opinions on the whole ranch shebang because any details may be missed by yours truly not being american so i am not going to know most details on treatment of native americans in the current age or age when this was filmed beyond the “oh yeah it’s shit” bits although I will mention that Taqa’s whole “he stole my ancestors land” at the beginning bothered me until it was revealed that “oh this dickbag actually shot his family like in the current time not 500years ago okay yeah no go off baby have fun”....and also that i only now learned his name was spelled w/ a q dear god everyones accent had me confused on his name for the longest time and his last name is ACTUALLY Walker why does it have to sound so same i am so bad with names aaaaaaah qwq anyhow rip him i was confused until now if his name was Walker(actual last nime), Tucker(which does not fit), Taka(also doesnt fit because it seemed more japanese to me but between the 3 options my brain presented was the most fitting so.....but noppe....a fucking q....just right there.....I’ll take the L and also where the fuck did this man even fuck off to)

speaking of fucking off: Rip to Nick, you blew up a damn only to die w/out any further character development afterwards 2 episodes later and then just got to hang out in the background in the past parts of future episodes

WHICH BY THE WAY IRRITATED ME SO MUCH not the Nick died thing but yes just from a “we are starting a new storyline for this-oops he dead :D” point yes it’s urgh But the flip-flopping from Past to present to past no present pastpresentpastofpewwgvszujsiop aneurysm of storytelling Like Okay So we start with new characters i have yet to give a shit about (and morgan who i have yet to give a shit about...again) to then go back to our oldies and THEN they fight and it’s a mess but now they’re friends somewhere between the past being shown and everyone fighting and manipulating and Al filming Nick’s dead body and me yet having to give a shit about anyone except for John because he seemed sweet and that’s about it what the actual fuck so yeah i skipped most of that until it calmed the fuck down but by then I was mostly annoyed by Al(i like her now but at the beginning i was mostly like “yeah yeah you got a big fuck you truck and like being an asshole to people and just bother and annoy them for a video-did great on youtube huh didn’t you now how about you actually do something helpful and get your ass out WITHOUT being a dickhead?” kinda deal....we got so far in terms of me actually giving a shit about her lol)

speaking of new character or oldes ones returning, Dwight! my boy! continuing being shot in various limbs to then stumble around (how is that a trend i notice) also rip his hairline because I am pretty sure between the main show and fear the makeup artists added more scarring to that scar-which i dont mind but is also kinda funny to imagine (like sir negan didnt burn you THAT much where did you find the rest or is it just the way you part your hair?) regarding hair post haircut&shave&further haircut later: who is this man and what have you done with the burned rat from before? anyhow i still like him and i kiiiiinda wish Morgan was a character who would have been more involved about the past simply because I’d have liked to see them chat about it-not even anything heavy but just about what happened, how everyone was doing after Dwight went away because Morgan was still there for a bit at least, or idk just a bit more remembrances of where they came from sprinkled in there

I mean we do have Morgan and his staff stuff still which I do actually enjoy, and ofc lately Dwight showing off his fancy torture skills ala....music like the good old saviour days but i want more xp

which goes back to another moment i had to chuckle at in my head even if it wasnt funny because Sherry basically went “We will hunt Virigina down and kill her and end all of this” to which Dwight basically went “okay i got my torture gear ready, got a plan and am ready to do some murder lets go” //insert Sherry shocked pikachu face-meme here I keep forgetting she left before shit got really real and heavy but like....yeah honey here is your husband back he comes with some extra baggage but also....you were there when he was part of fucking Daryl up what are you surprised by? That he’d literally kill for you and abandon what he built with the others if need be? bitch he followed you across the country for god knows how long-it’s Dwight! of course he would sweety please although i would like him to just tear some ass because there were many a moment where i though it justified but yes yes we go keep being peaceful now-and that’s good! mostly because the main cast we actually like and care about isn’t dropping like flies but i did also have fun w/ the whole war between the saviour and everyone else soooooooo....yeah chaos reigns

also shoutout randomly to the not-yet-radioactive kids+others who just disappeared from the story long enough to make me wonder if the writers forgot about them and then they appeared in the next episode lol

also random shoutout to john&june because they are adorable and cool and work well together as a team and couple i really like them

backpaddling to earlier again because rip alicia because if we timeline was in order it wouldnt have gone down in that order but just watching it she went from losing her brother to her mother dipping out shortly after her favourite child died like “woops sorry but i’ll go sacrifice myself now go take care of yourself now w/out your family like before” although last time someone started a fire and was dead they didn’t stay that way so...eh who knows let Madison return and fuck more shit and people up in her desperate attempt to keep her family alive(oops) and make things better but also kill anyone if she has to but at least she has nightmares about it <3

did I already mention I also had to laugh at Chris AND Travis’ deaths? not because they died because yeah sad i guess but A I didn’t like Chris at all so I was happy and B dear god this teen really went with some dumb ragtag dudebros who just shot their friend to death for a hurt leg (what is he? a horse? grow up) and then wanted o be hip and cool driving their car and crashed it and THEN got shot for the same thing you FUCKING IDIOT I am very much on the side of “let the kids go out and do stuff they can survive and aren’t 12″ but also chris my guy are you perhaps stupid or an idiot? prime teenage behaviour 10/10 made me hate him not for anything i’d consider bad writing but just for being a shithead i’d have known in highschool

Travis’ death made me laugh simply because of how abrupt it was and also how he just yeeted himself out the plane like yes a walker in there while they’re busy crashing down is bad but also lol (also Taqa going to the leftovers with Alicia all proud they shot it out the sky...................i also had to laugh because DUDE YOU ARE NOT DOING THAT....bitch is proudly showing off his kill from the wanna-be military ranch and it’s basically her dads corpse in the context of things.....like........i am dying xDD you can not be serious what was the plan here other than showing off? and then immediately having to feel a bit bad about it because woops killed the wrong man)

also trav dying via neck bullet vs morgan surviving heart bullet for over a month and being just fine after it got out travis forgot his plot armor rip v-v

#txts #also shoutout to the asshole driving the swat car #because he could not just drive back a little bit to have the guns actually hit #and got it stolen back by one guy basically #like yeah i was routing for our guys #but also...god you are bad at your job arent you?#you have basically a tank on your hands #and cant use it properly #and in nitpicky details #you try to throw dwight off by swerving left and right but keep it in the same rythm after a turn or two #i get nitpicky when i wanna make fun of characters dont take this too serious #but its also in my most recent memories because i just saw that episode a couple hours ago so its fresh in my mind #this went on for too long #i think i have been thinking/typing for 20minute so i'll leave it at that or gods help me #i am sure i could think of more if i tried but i am just here vibing #none of this is constructive criticism #well except the 'fuck the start of season 4 for how it was shown/written' bit because fuck that #i hated it in the main show and they just went further and further with it here so fuck it #and the usual 'why is this 16 episodes long #or 'do we have to have a whole episode only/mostly about xcharacter'#bit but we def had worse for those from what i remember #love the action in season 7&8 of the main show but dear god if i had to wait week to week for a new episode of nothing i think i'd have died #the walking dead #fear the walking dead #hi i am just here throwing word soup out w/out coherency so don't mind me here

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kinetic-elaboration · 5 years

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August 8: Bellarke, I Know Who I Want to Take Me Home

Bellarke, Modern AU, ~1100 words, for anonymous

90s/2000s song inspo: #32, Closing Time - Semisonic

Gotta be honest, I was not up for writing tonight, but you know what, I was up for self-introspection even less. So here we are. Barely edited because I’m just not in the mood.

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Bellamy and the blonde woman are the last two kicked out when the bar finally closes at 2 a.m. He's been watching her all night: first drinking with her friends at one of the tables, then by herself at the bar after the rest of her party leaves. She has short hair that reaches not quite to her shoulders, and she keeps running her hands through it and then frowning, a cute little pout that he feels in his heart, as if she expected it to be longer. She spends a little while looking down at her phone, then puts it away in her jacket pocket and doesn't take it out again, which surprises him. Either she has some impressive self-control, he thinks, or she's studiously avoiding something or someone.

Instead of mindlessly scrolling, she leans on the top of the bar and drinks her vodka on the rocks slowly, twirling it around sometimes to hear the ice clink against the sides of the glass, watching the other patrons or staring, instead, at the array of bottles and glassware behind the bar. She does look over at him sometimes, once even looks him up and down, a good boost to his ego, but she never makes eye contact long enough to show real interest. Every time someone else tries to approach her, she brushes him off. In these interactions, she has a particularly tired air about her, as if swatting away flies on a hot, muggy, summer afternoon.

Bellamy came in tonight mostly to talk to Miller, but the bar is crowded and understaffed and Miller is too busy, for the most part, for chatting. Bellamy stays until closing time, thinking maybe they can talk then, but Miller shoos him out with the other stragglers, claims he's tired but Bellamy knows better. Miller probably has his boyfriend coming over and doesn't need to waste time on some rehashed old conversations. Fair enough.

Through the windows, he can see a light drizzle has started to fall. The blonde woman takes her time sliding down from the bar stool, not because she is unsteady on her feet but as if she had wandered, in her thoughts, far from her own body, and she's stunned now by the difficulty of returning to it again, of finding herself a real person in the flesh and blood world. About to be shoved out the door and sent on home.

Bellamy's been amusing himself all night, trying to figure out what's going on in her head. She's beautiful but the creased and lightly purple hollows beneath her eyes and the way her fingertips scratch absently against her glass make her look worn. Bad breakup? he wonders. Just fired? Obvious possibilities but he thinks her troubles are something else. She has a sorrowful and tragic air about her, almost guilty, like she's here to burn away some regret. Something she's done that hurt someone else. Maybe because she had to, maybe to help some other person, maybe just for her own selfish reasons, or some complicated combination of all three.

Complicated combination of all three is how it usually goes, in his experience.

Outside, he sees that the rain is slightly more than a drizzle, the sort of fine, cool, precipitation that can only be seen by the marks the raindrops make in puddles and by a fine distortion in the air, that feels like thin needles. Bellamy watches the way the rain slashes down through the fuzzed out glow of the streetlamp, how the light reflects in the small puddle that is growing in the uneven pavement at his feet. This neighborhood at this hour is quiet and nearly deserted, feels like a nowhere place stuck in a nowhere hour, and the blonde woman is making no move to go home. She's standing under the shelter of the overhang with her hands in her pockets, watching the rain.

"Hey," he says, gets her attention despite the creaky, disused quality of his voice. "You want to split a cab or something?"

She tilts her head. He can't tell if she's amused or bored with him. "We don't even know if we're going in the same direction."

He hears just enough challenge in her voice to think that, perhaps, this is a hint or at least a dare, so he takes a step closer, still a safe distance between them, and says, "North side. What about you?"

He wants to say, I'm going where you're going but that would only be a good way to get pepper spray in his face, and anyway he only feels, now, as if he were in a dream. The buildings form hulking, ill-lit shadows, the streetlights along the road burning.

She doesn't answer for a long moment. Then: "I was just going to walk." And: "I don't do the rebound thing."

This sounds to Bellamy's ears like some sort of impromptu confession about herself, and he wonders if his first theory, the breakup, was right after all. Then he realizes that she is talking about him.

"I heard you talking to the bartender," she adds. "About that Octavia."

That Octavia.

"O is my sister," Bellamy says, an unexpected fondness to his voice—fondness not for the prodigal sibling but for the woman standing with him in the rain, who has the grace and the self-confidence, despite her deep air of fatigue, to laugh at herself, not a trace of embarrassment about her when she smiles her first genuine smile.

"Your sister," she echoes.

"Yeah."

In the long, quiet moment that follows, the rain briefly picks up, a cacophony against the sidewalk and the street. Bellamy watches the woman's face, memorizes it: the steel blue of her eyes, the hint of a smile, still lingering, that lessens the brutality of her squared shoulders, her hands that she's been keeping in her pockets, curled up into fists. He's not certain that he'll ever see her again.

She reaches out, without warning, and fixes the collar of his jacket: a particular form of intimacy he has not felt in a long time, had mostly forgotten even exists. The bit of smile has faded now, a thoughtful expression, regret-tinged, in its place. She pats down the corner of the collar. His breath stutters.

The rain has let up again, the brief hint of storm over as quickly as it began, and now beyond the safety of the overhang is a steady but near-silent downpour.

"I'm Clarke, by the way," the woman says, as she pulls the hood of her jacket up and pulls her sleeves down over her hands. "Maybe I'll see you around."

"Bellamy," he answers, almost too late. He is too caught up in watching her turn away. "I really hope you do."

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake #mine #my writing #modern 100 #the year 2019 #2019: answers #nostalgia songs #i honestly kind of hate this #i had it better in my head earlier i think #the pacing just seems so off #but aaaaaaah my brain just needs to rest #clarke griffin

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cassiedummy · 2 years

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Do you feel bad why can't you do anything right?

Yeah me too

But that's why I have my personal therapy, which is to draw myself with Shigaraki <33

(An apology if I do not understand a damn why my English is shit XD)

Lately I have been stressed and frustrated a lot in school because of my "specialty" (is it like a short career guy?), Which consists of programming, which to be honest I do not understand anything.

(Please get me out of here, I want to leave school AaaAAAah- ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡)

(Update: I failed my analytical geometry exam, I hate myself) XD

So to calm my nerves from possibly going too low in this set, I decided to calm down with Shigaraki and my weird headcanons.

Imagine that you are on the verge of mental collapse with so many tasks and projects pending that you understand absolutely nothing...

All you need is a break and a breath of air after choking on homework and school

(translation:

Shigaraki: Get on with your damn homework.

Me as mf: Wait, I'm doing my fursona!)

･ﾟૄ ◌ ˖

(translation:

Tomura: I think you should stop hugging me

Me: I do not want...)

Your butt was numb from sitting at your desk for so long looking at your monitor screen, your eyes were tired, you were already at a standstill, you didn't know what you were even doing, you appreciate a zombie with all the work you had on you, just You want this to end so you can spend some time in peace, you were so close and so far from having that glorious freedom of being free of tasks, but you really didn't want to go ahead and send everything to shit anymore.

You touched your source of your nose in frustration, you couldn't take it anymore, it seemed like you were going to cry, until you heard a voice behind you.

⎯ What the hell are you doing?⎯ he said with that characteristic way of speaking.

Sometimes Shigaraki could have a somewhat harsh attitude in moments that are somewhat stressful for me, leaving me comments like: "Stop whining it's not even that difficult", although it was annoying for me, in the end he ended up comforting me and helping with my tasks, I really appreciated to do that, only right now I did not want his comments I was too irritated.

⎯ Nothing, just these stupid tasks⎯ .

⎯Step aside, you're too stupid for this⎯ I move away from my desk, taking my place in the chair.⎯ Look, you have an error in line of code 30 and that is why you need to declare your variables, that is why when you start the program you get 0, I do not understand how you found out, you have been doing this for 4 days.⎯.

I just gave a defeated sigh in response, it was true, I don't know why the hell I decided to study programming if I don't even have basic logic in my brain. The only thing he could do was accept that he was such an idiot and finish this. But my mental storm was interrupted by arms around me.

⎯ I understand that this is difficult for you, especially because it is something that you did not even want to study and that you hate it, but you also have to understand that you cannot leave everything so easily besides that you have your own rhythm of understanding things, you don't have to push yourself so hard, you know that later you don't end up well under pressure⎯ .

Then I just started sobbing silently into his warm arms as he gently patted my back in the form of comfort. Sometimes he just had to rest and cry to regain energy, he would always be there to support me.

I couldn't ask for more now, just have him by my side.

･ﾟૄ ◌ ˖

(Traducción:

Shigaraki: If you hate this so much, why don't you just quit?

Me: Why if I did they would kill me (they would kick me out of the house XD)

As I already said, I was having a bad time this week with school, besides having a cold and my skin disease coming back due to stress aaAAH- I hate all this

But I got my dose of love drawing Shigaraki <3

GOOD SEE YOU AAA

#bnha self ship #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #bnha self insert #bnha shigaraki #my hero academia #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x me #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tenko #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki fanart #shigaraki angst

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marshalllee0vampireking · 3 years

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Some adventure time shit

Finn: Hey Jake, why do the insides of you smell like vanilla

Jake: Oh a wizard put a curse on me

Finn: I can’t hang with those guys I’m full of stupid

Finn: Because that idiots about to walk right into the sun and burn up. And we’ll be done with him.

Jake: No man he’s just walking into his house

Finn: Oh, what? HE BUILT HIS HOUSE ON THE SUN :0

Jake: Finn did you eat your breakfast?

Finn: No. Why?

Jake: Because you forgot how the sun works.

Jake: You got to eat your breakfast man. You need that protein >:( helps ur brain

PB- The answer was there all along! I was just too smart to see it!

Banana Man: THERES NOT ENOUGH BOOM BOOM STICKS IN THE STICK HOLE

Finn: but I’m tough my whole body is a callous:(

Finn: Just gonna float around like a chubby bat :)

Finn: I like the pain

Jake: flips over coffee table B A L O N E Y

Finn, in the most monotone voice: our pizza....take the rest to go

Finn: Holy fudge man this place is yoga balls hUge

Finn: JJ FLIP what the zip????

Finn: Can I have my backpack back. pack.

Finn: I DONT LIKE BEING ABANDONED. IIIIIM SENSITIVE TO IT

Finn: There’s gotta be something useful in here pulls out empty bucket :/

Finn: Iiiiiis pb straight up naked rn ?

Finn: I’m gonna be frank here. Your sons a real time jingle blaster

Finn: aaaaAAAH CRAM IT TO THE BUTTERNUTS

Finn: screams into pillow I got traumatized by those underpanties.

Finn: SOMETIMES RED THINGS R GRAY

Jake: you’re a little colorblind

Lemon grab: unmake me

Abraham Lincoln is the magical ruler of Mars

Finn: yuooooo sUCCUBUNT

Finn: How long have you had this house?

Magic man: yes that is true

Normal man: oooh hey gets hit with a pan

Pb: But soon the entire kingdom was infected by his beard flakes.

Neptr: But isn’t breaking and entering wrong?

Finn: Nooooo...

Jake: Maybe helping the starving homeless man is the wrong thing to do :D

Finn: yOUTH CULTURE FOREEEVEEEER

Jake: I LOVE YOU BILLY I GOTTA SECRET CRUSH ON YOU BILLY

Kim: I freaking HATE Trudy

Finn: kIM I WILL DESTROOOY YOU

Finn: I watch u while you sleep...I can’t help it I take pictures

Ice king: What’s wrong with me

Cosmic owl: hooo ur a sociopath

Finn: I am no mans bosom

Jake: Finn...say smth to reassure me

Finn: iLl hUg yOuR mOm

Finn: I don’t wanna go dentist Jake. They put u in a hole filled with snakes and rotten butter and they leave u there.

Finn: IM TOO STRONG FOR THE WOOOOORLD jumps off roof

Simon: throws chair through window Vandalism is bad Marcy

Finn- dudeidontlikethat

Finn- stupid king of ooo walking around like dj snaps

#adventure time #adventure time quotes #finn mertens #finn the human #princess bubblegum #jake the dog

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earliebirb · 4 years

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stevetony + "one person confesses when they think the other person thinks they're asleep BUT WAIT they're not actually asleep and heard the whole thing"? Thank you so much for your lovely fics, they always make my day and I love your style!! 💕💕💕

AAAAAAAH JEN. You’re too sweet! :(

Thank you so much for the prompt! I adore this prompt. Also, for some reason it turned into another vague college au??? More like vague no powers au with a sprinkle of college, but yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and I hope I did the prompt justice!

ignorance is (not) bliss

steve/tony, au: college, fluff, getting together, 2074 words

“Come on, Tony. Let’s go.”

Steve has an arm around Tony’s waist and one of Tony’s arm slung over his shoulder, guiding him step by step as they trudge their way home. After a few of Tony’s wobbly steps forward, however, it becomes clear that they’re not going to make any significant progress in their homeward journey if they keep going like this.

Steve stops in his tracks and Tony’s body sways into Steve’s.

Tony looks at him and giggles, blinking languidly. Under the yellow streetlights, drunk and unable to walk in a straight line, he still looks unfairly breathtaking.

Steve ducks his head, biting his lip to suppress his laughter. He sighs before crouching in front of Tony decisively.

“Come on, I’ll carry you home.”

There is a brief silence in which Steve becomes worried that Tony is too drunk to understand what he’s supposed to do, but then he hears the shuffle of Tony’s sneakers on the ground and then he feels Tony’s weight settling over his own body, his arms looping around Steve’s neck from behind. Steve reaches behind him and hooks his arms under Tony’s knees before standing up with a grunt.

“Hold onto me, okay? Don’t let go,” Steve says, turning his head to the side as far as his head allows to attempt to look at Tony. He can’t actually see Tony’s face, but the man hums contentedly into Steve’s neck and Steve shivers when he feels the cold tip of Tony’s nose brush against his skin.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” Steve grins to himself, overcome with fondness. There’s something about drunk, pliant, and half-awake Tony that pulls at his heartstrings and overwhelms him with the need to protect.

He begins walking quietly then, the weight of Tony comforting and warm on his back, dirt and asphalt crunching under his shoes.

“Did you have fun today?” Tony slurs into his shoulder.

“Yeah, I did,” Steve replies sincerely, his mind recalling the events of the night with a smile. Tony had organized a surprise party at a karaoke bar attended by their small circle of friends. Steve had a surprising amount of fun just watching his friends goof around half drunk, enjoying their terrible renditions of various songs. Tony’s own ear-splitting cover of Highway to Hell is Steve’s personal favorite.

“Although, I would argue that you ended up having way more fun than I did,” Steve teases. Tony giggles, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.

“Happy birthday, Steve,” he mumbles sleepily into Steve’s shirt.

“Thank you, Tony.”

They spent the next few minutes in companionable silence before Steve attempts to make conversation as he turns the corner of the street.

“Hey, how much did you actually drink? Can’t remember the last time I saw you this drunk.”

His inquiry is promptly greeted by resounding silence.

He comes to a stop, glancing back at Tony. “Tony?”

More silence. Without the sound of his walking, he can hear Tony’s steady breathing.

“Out like a light, huh?” Steve says to himself, before lifting Tony further up on his back and resuming the walk home.

“You know, Tony. I really did have a lot of fun today. I always tell you that I don’t like surprises, but I find that I don’t mind them so much… coming from you,” Steve confesses, and he doesn’t know why he’s doing this, pouring his heart out to Tony when the man is clearly not awake. Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s 3 AM on a Friday night. The neighborhood is mostly asleep and the way the world is quiet right now makes him feel sort of invincible, gives him the kind of courage to do things he wouldn’t normally do, makes him feel that anything he does right now isn’t quite real and won’t have any permanent consequences.

So maybe that’s why he continues to say whatever he wants, opening the floodgates for secret confessions his heart longs to say aloud, letting the words flow out without the common sense from his brain there to stop them.

“I loved the surprise party. I loved watching all of you sing your hearts out. Although, I don’t know if we can call most of what we did ‘singing’. Maybe more… passionate screaming.” Steve chuckles.

“But if you want me to be honest? This, right here, is my favorite part of the entire night,” Steve says, relishing the way Tony’s brown curls tickle the side of his neck, his head lolling back and forth on Steve’s shoulder with every step he takes.

“I would give up even the most amazing, crazy, mind-blowing party if I got to spend a night with you, just the two of us. I really don’t care what we do, just as long as you’re by my side. Hell, you could even slander my favorite TV show and talk my ears off about how scientifically inaccurate it is.” Steve feels his own lips turn up in a helpless smile just at the thought of it, a wave of longing so powerful taking over him and leaving him breathless.

Steve takes a deep breath.

“The truth is… I’m in love with you, Tony,” he finally says out loud, for the first time ever. The way he is able to express how he has always felt about Tony without any inhibitions feels unbelievably freeing, a lightness filling his limbs, making his steps lighter. He feels untouchable.

“I’ve known this for a while and it’s simultaneously the best and worst feeling in the entire world. Sometimes when I look at you, I feel like I love you so much my heart is going to burst with it.”

He makes it into the elevator of their apartment building, pressing the button for their floor. His own reflection stares back at him from the smooth metal elevator doors as they close. Then his eyes fall on Tony, fast asleep on his back.

“Some days, it makes it hard to breathe. Other days… On days like today, it leaves me feeling all dopey and happy like I’m on cloud nine,” he says, his voice disconcertingly loud in the small enclosed space. He allows himself a few seconds to lean back against Tony’s warmth and lets his eyes linger on their reflection, indulging in the brief fantasy of them being an actual couple. They look good together.

The elevator dings. Steve carries Tony out of the elevator and manages to punch in the passcode to Tony’s apartment door—right across from his—with some difficulty, all the while making sure Tony doesn’t slide off his back. He finally makes his way into Tony’s bedroom, knowing the layout of the apartment so well he could probably traverse it in his sleep. Gingerly, he sits down on Tony’s bed, extricating Tony from himself slowly so as not to rouse him from his sleep. His back feels instantly cold from the loss of warmth, his heart bereft. He takes off Tony’s sneakers one by one and tries his best to maneuver his body under the sheets, tucking him in.

Lingering on the bed, Steve leans close to sweep Tony’s brown locks away from his eyes, unwilling to leave just yet. The second he leaves, this magical night comes to an end and Steve has to go back to the reality of days spent in painful, ridiculous pining.

Just as he moves to pull his fingers away from Tony’s face, one of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes.

Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread.

“Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means—

Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago.

“Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.

Steve moves to pull his wrist away to—

He doesn’t actually know what he is planning to do but he supposes it’s something along the lines of locking himself in his room, burying his head under a pillow, and sleeping forever and ever.

Tony’s grip is strong and unyielding. He maintains Steve’s gaze with a defiant look in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Steve feels lightheaded and when he speaks his words come out in a terrified rush. “You were awake this entire time?”

“Well, I was in and out of it, but yeah. Mostly.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, inhaling through his nose. “Did you—”

“Yeah.”

“How much—”

“All of it.”

It feels like eternity before Steve is able to force something coherent out of his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Steve. Look at me.”

Steve’s eyes remain tightly shut.

“Steve?”

Steve shakes his head vigorously, eyes still closed.

“Steeeve?” Tony calls again.

There is the sound of rustling sheets, like Tony is shifting on the bed.

“If you don’t open your eyes, I’m going to kiss you.”

The wave of pure shock that simple statement sends through his body makes his eyes blink open of their own accord. He flinches with further surprise when he sees that Tony’s face is suddenly much closer than it was before.

“Tony, I—”

“Is this why you always turn down Natasha’s matchmaking attempts?”

Steve nods slowly, feeling dizzy under Tony’s close scrutiny.

Tony starts to chuckle, resting his forehead on Steve’s shoulder. “God, we’re both idiots.”

“Huh?”

Tony leans back, smiling at him with a tenderness that sends his heart racing.

“Remember that one time you finally decided to go on a date with Sharon?”

Steve nods, thinking back to the night he agreed to go on one date after Natasha’s endless pestering, to at least try, because Sharon had seemed nice and Tony was never going to love him back anyway.

In retrospect, the whole thing was a terrible mistake because he practically went on the date to get over Tony, which effectively makes him a jerk. Heartache had clouded his judgment, but sweet and nice Sharon deserved so much better than that. Even at the end of their date, when it had been clear to the both of them that things weren’t going to work out between them, she remained unbelievably kind and gracious.

“You remember how I had skipped all my classes the following day?”

“Yeah?”

“It was because I had a massive hangover. Because the night of your date, I was getting absolutely shitfaced, drinking my feelings away.”

Steve furrows his brow, breath hitching in his throat. “Because—”

“Because I’ve been in love with you since like, forever?” Tony’s tone is deceptively nonchalant, but the nervous way in which he avoids Steve’s eyes betrays his true emotions.

Steve sucks in a deep breath, an overwhelming warmth flooding his chest, his affection for Tony intense and heady like some kind of potent drug rushing through his veins.

“Well, uh, the Sharon thing didn’t work out anyway,” Steve says, feeling out of breath. Tony’s doe-eyes look up to meet his gaze at the admission.

“Yeah?”

“During the date, I… couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he confesses, ducking his head bashfully.

“Well, I’m glad it didn’t work out,” Tony says. When Steve meets his eyes again, Tony is looking at Steve like he just discovered that the secrets of the universe have been swimming in Steve’s eyes all along.

“Me too.” Steve lets out a shaky breath. “So, uh. It’s late. You should get some sleep. See you tomorrow?”

He stands up, a little unsteady on his feet.

“Let’s have lunch together? Make it a date?” Tony suggests.

A date, Steve thinks a little dazedly even as he nods. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Tony’s eyes stay fixated on him as he steps backwards towards Tony’s bedroom door.

“Okay, good night,” Steve says, slowly pulling the door shut.

“Good night,” Tony replies, snuggling down in his bed.

Steve shuts the door quietly before resting his forehead on it, the smooth wooden surface cool against his skin. Briefly, he closes his eyes. Then he takes a deep breath and opens the door again abruptly.

“Actually, one last thing before I go?”

“Yeah?” Tony sits up, looking at him expectantly.

Steve strides purposefully towards him.

As he bends down to kiss him, he finds that Tony is already surging upwards, meeting him halfway.

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oh-for-merlins-sake · 4 years

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Congrats on hitting 500!!! Exciting! Can I get a fic review for All the Fear and Fire of the End of the World? It’s on @gryffindore

thank you, lovely!! x

all the fear and fire of the end of the world

ok first of all - BRILLIANT title! i really need some of y’all to share that talent with me please!!

your writing is so natural! everything flows together so beautifully and i loooove the diversity in dialogue tags, and the way you so effortlessly switch them up with facial expressions and subtle actions. i’m a SUCKER for that!

the imagery in this fic is fantastic, ry! it’s coursing through my brain like a damn movie, and I LOVE IT!

“It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?”

“I wish it wasn’t.”

You felt the weight of your head as you rested it. His hand was steady and gentle against your waist, bringing the two of you together. Your heart was heavy with the fear, the enormity of the day. “It’s so sad,” you started, “how nothing is good anymore. It’s bittersweet at best.”

THIS DIALOGUE IS SO FUCKING GOOD AAAAH

aaaaaaah I’m getting bUTTerFLieS 🦋

You savored his warmth against you, how gently he touched you. Your skin hummed under his touch.

RYYYY! the way your tone shifts throughout this piece is giving me LIFE! and the tactile imagery here just stuns me OK

oh my goodness, ry, all and all this was stunning!! i’m floored by your effortless way of stringing together poetic yet realistic dialogue; it’s a skill i myself am trying to improve upon. and the imagery was fantastic! your writing just fits together so naturally, and i feel like that can be hard to do sometimes. and just because it’s worth mentioning again: STELLAR FUCKING DIALOGUE! WICKED WICKED WORK! xo

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moorehollandplz · 5 years

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Undrunk :-: T.H.

Authors Note: This slammed into my brain without warning. Based on the song “Undrunk” by Fletcher. Italics indicate voicemails. If you enjoy my writing please like and reblog! And check out my other stories on my Masterlist.

Summary: Leaving Tom a series of drunken voicemails in one night… two weeks after a terrible break up.

⚠️ Warning: angst, adult themes, drinking, language, mentions of sex and self touching

Word Count: 1930

Tom woke up to the sound of his phone pinging and vibrating, which was alerting him to messages he’d received overnight. Most nights, he kept his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ so any calls or texts came in silently for him to review in the morning. He sleepily cracked one eye open as he fumbled for the phone. He unlocked it with his thumb and slowly dragged himself into a sitting position. He lazily rubbed his face with his left hand as he looked down at the illuminated screen. First, he checked his private Instagram, the one he used only for his close friends and family. He checked the likes and comments on his recent uploads. Then decided to scroll through his feed a little.

Suddenly, he stopped scrolling, his breath hitched in his throat, and he just stared for a moment. There you were. Arm slung around a mutual friends waist. Red solo cup raised high in the air. A beautiful smile spread on your face, one that told a story of how much fun you were having. You were clearly one sip away from wasted. He checked the date stamp on the photo and saw that it was from the previous night.

Tom noticed that the post had multiple pictures attached, so he sucked in a shaky breath and swiped left on his screen. Again, your smiling face assaulted him. This time you were pouting. But, your eyes were still bright with laughter. Your cup was raised just under your stuck out bottom lip, as if you were about to take a sip when the photo was snapped. He tore his eyes from yours, which he had always found himself getting lost in.

He swiped left again. This one took his breath away completely. It was candid. It was stunning. You were outside around a bonfire with a few others. Everyone around you was laughing and appeared to be having a good time. But, not you. You were staring off into the distance. Your eyes were glassy as if you had been crying. Your cheeks were pink. Your hair had been blown slightly forward so some pieces were in front of your face.

Tom found himself wondering what you were thinking. What had made you cry. Even though, he knew the answer. Even though, he wasn’t supposed to care. Not anymore. He shook his head trying to loosen his thoughts and closed his Instagram app. Having had enough of the memories of you and that night two weeks ago.

He decided to stay off his other social media accounts. He really couldn’t take anymore pictures of you popping up in his feeds. So, his eyes settled on the green phone icon. His eyes widened at the number in the little red bubble next to it. Eight. He opened the phone app and saw he had four missed calls and four new voicemails. All from you. He covered his mouth to stifle a groan and he looked to his right at the naked body of the woman he’s been trying to fill the void in his heart with for the last week.

He slowly shifted out of his bed and tip-toed out of the room. He closed the door behind him softly, definitely not wanting to wake her up. He moved silently through his quiet apartment. He plopped down on the couch in the living room and he let out a huff of air that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He closed his eyes and clicked the first message.

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Y/n Saturday 3/30/2019

2:37 am

“Tom? Uh… hey. It’s me… I don’t even know why I’m calling. I’m veeeeery drunk. Hahaha… I’m at Bryan’s party. I only came, because they said you couldn’t make it. Why did I say that? Ugh… I should really go home. This party has been… over for a while now. Every… everyone important is either passed out or gone. But…. but I’m scared of being… sober. Sssssssth… ow! I just got lime juice in a paper cut from work! You don’t need to know that. Shit that burns… but not…. not as bad as thoughts of you… (mumbling)... Yeah? Oh… shots? Out by the fire? Coming! Yeah I’m on the phone… no it’s no one… just someone I used to know….”

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Silence. Tom’s finger hesitated over the delete button. He shouldn’t be listening to these. To you. After what you did, he should hate you. He needed to hate you. But, he loved you so deeply and he just couldn’t stop himself. He passed over the delete button and pressed the next message, instead.

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Y/n Saturday 3/30/2019

2:51 am

“(Sniffle) T… Tom… It’s… me… (sniffle) I’m sitting on a bed. I’m… not sure (sniffle) where I am. I think I’m still at… (sniffle) Bryan’s. It’s dark. My clothes… I don’t know where (sniffle) they are… I think I… I made a mistake. I don’t remember. God my head… (Gasp) He moved. Please don’t wake up. I need to… to get out of here. But… (sniffle) I don’t want to… turn on the light. I don’t want to see who… who it is. (Shifting) I wish I could see you... I want to come over… (sniffle) oh fuck… (sob) that’s weird to say… especially after… And I know… (sob) I know… she’s there. Of… course… she is! (Loud bang) FUCK! Oooowww… (Mumbling) Oh… no… I’m fine... I think… yea I’m just gonna head home. No no no… I’ll find my way. I’ll call an Uber. Hahaha… please no… don’t. Just go to sleep. I’ll be fine. I always am. (Door click) I need a shot.”

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Silence. Tom felt his heart break all over again. He couldn’t believe you had called him after having just had sex with someone. He felt tears stinging his eyes. But, he refused to let them form. He shook his head and thought about not continuing. Sure, this was only going to get worse. He wasn’t sure his heart could take anymore of this. But, he needed to hear the rest. He needed to hear your voice. He hung his head as he pressed the next message.

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Y/n Saturday 3/30/2019

3:34 am

“Tom… hi… me again. I’m sorry I keep calling, but I hate being alone…. and drunk. All I do is look at all the old pictures of you. You know the ones you sent me. The ones from Venice. I should have deleted them, I know. I'm sure you deleted the ones I sent you… so she wouldn’t find them. I get it. But, i just can’t seem to let go of them. Mmmm… I find myself getting… you know… aaah… and I just can’t… mmmm… let them go…. not yet…. Ooooh… This… this is my… ha… ha… secret… aaaah… crazy right? Hahaha! Oooh... Mmmmm… Tooom… Ha… Ha… mmmmm… I… ah… ah… ooooooh mmmmm…. Tommy… Pleeeeaaase! I’m so close…. Ha… ha… yes… aaaaah! I’m… I’m… cu...mmmmmm… cumming! TOOOOM!! (Heavy breaths) Sorry… I shouldn’t have done that. (heavy breaths) I… I’m hungry.”

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Silence. Toms jaw hung open and he stared blankly ahead at what he had just heard. You had been touching yourself. To pictures of him. You had called out his name as you reached your high. He felt his boxers tighten a little. And, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you when he was with her. But, he would never admit that he hadn’t deleted his photos of you either. He hadn’t looked at them once since that day. But, he still had them. Just in case. In case what? He had no idea. Tom blinked and looked back down to his phone. One left. He took a deep breath. And pressed the final message.

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Y/n Saturday 3/30/2019

4:22 am

“Oooow shit … Tom…uh hey it’s me again. You probably won’t even listen to this. Not after the others… which to be honest, I don’t even completely remember what I’ve said to you. But… I just hurt myself… no not on purpose. I’m still pretty wasted… and I shouldn’t have tried to make spaghetti… but I’m just so hungry…. I dropped the… the pot on my foot. The boiling water… ooooow… splashed on my leg… FUCK!! It burns! Hahaha! But… not as much as… as these never ending thoughts… thoughts of you and that… that day…………………..(Silence)............................ (glass shatters)... FUCK!... (Glass shatters)... AAAAAAAH!!! (Heavy shaky breaths) Tom…. (sniffle) I can’t do this…. (sob) I can’t function…. I can’t… (sniffle)... these two weeks… have been… (sniffle) the absolute worst! (Sob)... I’ve been bouncing… bouncing through every emotion… (sniffle) I seem to have settled… into sad… (sob) and broken… like… (sniffle) these bottles… these empty bottles… I just… (sniffle) threw on the floor. I should…(sniffle) clean them… up, but… but I’m too drunk to care… (sob)... I deserve this. I know that. (Sniffle) I ended us… (sob) that night, I know that. I… (sniffle) wish… wish I could undo it! Undo it all! (Sob)... I wish I could get undrunk that night… (sniffle)... so I could un-lose my temper…. Haha.. I don’t even… (sniffle) remember what we fought about. (Sob)... I wish I could… (sniffle)... wish I could un-kiss that room full of strangers. (Sob)... I did that just to hurt you… and I’m so… (sob)... sooo fucking sorry! Fuck! (Sob) Haha… I wish could be undrunk right now… (sniffle) so I could un-call you! And I wish… wish that night… no… our first night... (sob)... that I could un-fuck you… then this… (sob) never would’ve happened, because… we never… (sob)... never would have been… (sniffle)... i wish… I wish (sniffle)... I could… I could un-love you… (deep breath)... but some things just can’t be undone… (sigh).. and one of those… (yawn) things is… you. (Silence)...... (light snoring)”

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Tom felt the tears falling down his face. But, he didn’t care. You had just ripped his heart out. These messages were the first time you had made direct contact since that night two weeks ago. You had never tried to apologize. Not until now. He felt his insides twist, and all he wanted to do was go to your place. He wanted to see you. To scream at you. Tell you how bad you had hurt him. How you tore him apart that night. He wanted to hold you. Let you cry into his chest until you had nothing left. He wanted to forgive you. He wanted to carry you to bed and make sure you were okay. This whole time he thought he was the only one who was in pain. But, you were too. Tom felt his chest tighten. The need to run back to you was overwhelming.

“Tom?” Her voice from the hallway broke his spiraling train of thought. His head shot up and his eyes found hers. Soft and gentle. And he felt a rush of calm through his body. That’s why he was with her now. She grounded him. Kept him level. “Are you okay?” She asked and Tom’s eyes dropped back down to his phone.

“Uh… yeah… “ he lied as he stared at the voicemails. “Well…” he rubbed his cheeks with the back of his free hand to rid himself of his tears. “I will be.” He hit delete all, and dropped his phone on the couch. He stood up and crossed the room. He wrapped his arms around her and she was quick to return the gesture. “Let’s go back to bed.”

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you-and-i-for-forever · 5 years

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Hello there! Quick question: do you take requests? If so, may I request for a newsies fluff with either jojo x reader, race x reader, or crutchie x reader? Thank you!

Aaaaaaah! Thank you for sending me a request!! Sorry it took me like 2 months to finally post this! I decided on a race x reader for this one and I feel like I’m gonna write a part two for it!

Thechurch doors swung open with a shove. You took a few staggering steps forward,much to the shock of the three nuns who were inside, getting ready to shut downfor the night.

Yourdress was dripping water and you were shaking, frozen by the sheets of rainthat had drenched you outside.

Thethree nuns rushed to you and ushered you into the church further, closing andlocking the doors behind you.

“Areyou alright?” One of the nuns asked.

“Whathappened to you?” Another nun asked.

“They-they left me.” You were able to get out between chattering teeth.

Thenuns exchanged concerned glances.

“I’llgo get her some dry clothes,” One said and scurried off into a hallway

“I’llget her something warm to eat and drink,” Another one said and went off in anotherdirection.

“Towelstoo, Sister.” The nun who stayed with you called out.

She rested her hand on your forehead andsmiled a little. “No fever, that’s good, we might still get a doctor for youthough.”

Sheheld out her hand and you took it and were led past all the pews, to the frontof the steeple.

Thenun stopped and bowed her head and brought her hands together in prayer.

“Thankyou, Lord, for bringing this lost and depraved child to us.” She whispered

Youlowered your head, but your brain didn’t produce a thought.

Thenuns who had run off came back, carrying supplies.

Theydried you off and dressed you in a warm nightgown with a cloak. They insistedon spoon feeding you warm broth and some soft bread.

Thenuns brought up to a small bedroom and laid you down on a thinly padded bed.They started to read from you a section of the Bible, nothing you recognized,until you fell asleep.

Ithad been a few days since you had arrived at the church. The nuns had said youcould stay with them as long as you needed to and that they were happy to haveyou.

MotherAlice, one of the nuns you had met when you first arrived at the church, didsay that you needed to pick up some chores while you stayed there.

“We’llhave you help with washing, cooking, cleaning, and getting ready for service onSundays. Is that alright with you?” she asked.

“Yes,Mother Alice,” You said, glad to be helping after all the nuns had done foryou.

“Alrightmy child, you will accompany the sisters this morning with giving handouts.”

Younodded and followed Sister Sarah and Dorothy to the kitchen.

“Wegive the working children some of the leftovers from the services. We neverhave time to make them anything fresh, which is disappointing, but at least wecan give them something.” Sister Dorothy told you.

Thesisters handed you a large silver tray full of tin mugs filled with coffee,biscuits, and doughnuts.

Itlooked…very unappetizing. The coffee wasn’t even hot anymore and nothing on thetray looked very fresh. Maybe you could ask Mother Alice if there was somethingyou could do about it.

“Comealong [Y/N]” Sister Sarah said, leading you out the door of the church and downa few streets.

Youmade your way to an opening, a square where people were milling about. You sawa large group of boys laughing and jumping around.

Yourecognize them as the newsies in this part of town.

“HiyaSistas!” One of the boys called when he saw the nuns and the boys all came overto you and the sisters.

Thenuns handed each one of the newsies a cup of coffee and a piece of food.

“Thereyou are, Finch,” Sister Sarah said, giving a boy, who already looked a littlefidgety before coffee, his handout.

Youcame around the side of the nuns, not that you really had been hiding before,but now you knew what to do.

“Well,hello there,” one of the boys called and suddenly all the newsies eyes snappedto where you were standing, seeming to know the tone that the boy’s toneindicated; a girl.

Afew of the boys whistled and looked you up and down.

“Coffee?”You asked, offering a cup to the boy who stood in front of you, a blushcreeping over your face at the attention.

Notthat it wasn’t wanted, all the boys were very handsome, but it was embarrassingthat it was happening in front of the nuns.

“Didn’tcatch your name sweetheart?” A taller boy with dark hair asked, looking down atyou with a charming smile.

“[Y/N]”You said, handing him a cup of his own.

“Niceto meet ya,” He said, tipping his cap at you “Wes the Manhattan newsies, I’mJack Kelly.”

“AndI’m Mush!” A boy from next to him said.

“I’mHenry.” Another chimed in.

Soonall the boys had spouted off their names. There were a lot of them; Elmer,Crutchie, Kid Blink, Sniper, Ike, Mike, and at least a dozen more.

“Niceto meet you all.” You said with a smile.

“So,you a nun or what?” Albert, if you were remembering his name right, asked.

“No,just living at the church for now.” You explained.

“Wellif shes is at the church, Imma stop in for the next service,” Romeo joked.

Therest of the boys made noises in agreement.

“Absolutelynot!” Sister Dorothy said, “If you don’t come for our Lord, you don’t come atall.”

Thenewsies all snickered.

“Hey!What’s a fella got to do to get his food around here?” A voice called frombehind the wall of newsies.

Afew boys moved aside and let another one through.

Hehad a cigar stuck in between his teeth and he was rubbing sleep out of hiseyes.

Theboy looked at you before looking down at his coffee cup. His eyes quicklyflashed back up to your face.

“RacetrackHiggins, nice to meet ya.” He said, blowing cigar smoke out of the side of hismouth. He offered you his hand to shake and once you took it, he plucked thecigar from his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

Youfelt your face flush more and you giggled an introduction. The other boysgroaned and rolled their eyes.

“IfI had known such a pretty girl was going to be serving breakfast today, I wouldhave arrived sooner.” He said with a smile.

Racewas very attractive, to say the least. Curly blonde, blue eyes, a boyish face.

“I’mafraid breakfast isn’t too exciting.” You said, looking down at the sadhandouts left on your tray.

“I’mused to curdled coffee and molding doughnuts,” Race said with a shrug andwaited patiently while you handed him his cup. He took a sip and crinkled hisnose “Okay, well maybe not too use to it.”

“I’mgoing to start helping with the cooking at the church and I was planning onasking Mother Alice if I could start making fresh handouts.” You said.

“Well,I’m sure whatevas you make will be good,” Race said, moving in a little bitcloser to you. He was almost pressed up against the metal tray you wereholding, your faces very close.

“Race!Come on!” Albert called.

Racelooked over his shoulder to find all the newsies giving their cups back to thenuns and speeding off.

“Sorrygorgeous, I gotta run but, I’ll sees ya tomorrow?” He asked before downing therest of his coffee.

“Yeah,tomorrow.” You said as you watched him run to catch up with the other boys.

AskingMother Alice if you could make fresh food for the newsies was answered by abeaming smile.

“Yes,as long as you are still able to do all your other chores. We’ve always wantedto have freshly made handouts for those children, but we never seem to have thetime. Seems like this job will suit you just fine.”

Yousmiled and thanked her and started to plan out what you were going to make. Ittook a few days of the newsies having to continue to eat old food and a trip tothe marketplace, but you were finally ready for the next morning.

Youwere able to convince Mother Alice to let you make slightly bigger portions andeven add a little cinnamon to the doughnuts to give them some taste.

Youmade them all the food they had had before, but now fresh out of the oven themorning of. You brewed coffee for them and made sure it was as hot as possible,so it was still warm by the time you took it out to newsies.

Thelook on the boys faces that morning was well worth you having to get yourselfup two hours earlier than you usually would.

“Look!The coffee is actually steaming!” Kid Blink exclaimed.

“Theseis so soft!” Mike said, eating his doughnut.

“Isthat cinnamon?” Crutchie asked, looking down at the tray.

Younodded, a large smile on your face.

Youpassed out the food and drinks to the boys and they happily, and noisily, ateit.

Youstill had one handout left on your plate and you smiled when you saw who thelast newsie was.

Raceswaggered up to you and took the doughnut that was left for him. He took a biteout of it and closed his eyes.

“Thisis so good, have you had any yet?” He asked, licking his lips free of cinnamon

“No,everything I’ve made is for you,” you said “…you all. Everyone, I mean.”

“Well,yous has got to have just one taste.” Race moved his doughnut so it was rightat your mouth.

Youglanced between him and the treat before moving to take a small bite of it.

Racesmiled and moved his other hand up to run his thumb over the corner of yourmouth, wiping away a crumb you weren’t sure was really there.

“Ain’tyou just us newsies miracle?”

That’show this whole thing began. You woke up early every morning, made the food forthe newsies, served the food to the newsies, and had Race flirt with you for awhile.

Hewas…very hard to resist. Not that you wanted to. It’s just that the nuns werealways right there when it was happening, and it was very embarrassing.

Youhad a plan today though, a way to be able to see Race, without the Sisterswatching you.

“[Y/N]!”Sister Eunice called, knocking on the open kitchen door. “It’s almost time toleave.”

Youquickly piled the trays up with food and poured the coffee into the mugs.

SisterSarah and Dorothy both came into the kitchen to get their trays and you followedthem out of the church.

Youfollowed the nuns until you got to newsies square and saw all the newsboysjumping all over each other and laughing loudly.

“Hey,Sistas!” One of the newsies, Elmer called out and the newsies were suddenlysurrounding you and the nuns.

“Hello,Sista [Y/N],” Mush said with a teasing smile as you handed him a cup and abiscuit.

“HelloMush,” you said.

“How’sit going today?” Tommy Boy asked.

“Sameas usual,” you replied, giving him his handout, “What about you?”

“Askme after they put up the headline,” he said and took a sip of his coffee.

“Niceto see ya looking so gorgeous today [Y/N],” Romeo said as he came forward,offering his hand to you. You placed a cup in it instead of your own.

“Thankyou, Romeo,” You said, shooing him away.

Onceyou turned to the next person, you came face to face with Race.

Hewas somehow looking even more handsome than usual today.

“Hiya,”he said with a charming smirk, his cigar hanging off his lip.

“HiRacetrack,” you said, feeling your face instantly heating up.

Hereached forward and seemed to purposefully brush his fingers over yours whilehe took the coffee cup from your hand.

Hetook a long sip, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now,that’s good coffee,” he said, licking his lips. “How do you always get itright, Doll?”

“Secretingredient,” You said, face flushed.

“Ohyeah, what might that be?” Race said, leaning in closer with a wide smile onhis face “Extra love?”

Yousmiled, “No, just sugar.”

“Well,I wouldn’t mind getting some extra sugar.” Race said with a cocky smile as heleaned in even closer to you.

“Race!”Sister Sarah said sternly “How about instead of flirting with [Y/N], you finishup and go do your job.”

“Yes,Sista!” Race said with a mock salute and downed his coffee, “See ya tomorrow.”

Racereached out and ran his hand down your arm as he set his coffee cup down andwinked at you.

“Wait,Racetrack,” You said and reached forward, taking his hand. He looked down atyour connected hands and then back at you, looking surprised.

“Itwas nice seeing you,” You squeezed his hand, pressing a piece of paper into hispalm.

Hesmiled at you and quickly took his leave; you could see his hand with the paperin it clamped tightly shut.

Thatnight, just as the sun had set, you heard a small thunk on your window. You pushed back the curtains and saw Racestanding on the ground, squinting up into the dark window to see if he couldspot you, your note in hand.

Youquietly opened the window and stepped out onto the balcony. Race smiled andpulled his hat off.

“Hi,”He whispered loudly.

“Hiyourself,” you replied.

“Ifeel like I should recite some poetry or something. Do you like Romeo andJuliet?” Race said, running a hand through his hair.

Youswung one of your legs over the balcony railing then the other one, “Just helpme get down from here.”

Raceslapped his hat back on and reached his hands up to you. You thought it wasgoing to be an awkward shimmy off the balcony, but once Race had his hands onyour waist, he gracefully swung you down to the ground.

Youblushed and straightened out your dress.

Raceoffered you his arm, which you gladly took, and the two of you snuck off thechurch grounds.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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In Sickness and In Health Ch5 - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - this has been a long time coming, im sorry!! not sure when i’ll update next as i have exams in july (aaaaaaah) but i’ll do my best!! i hope u enjoy <3

Going in the sea had not been a good idea.

Even in her sleep, Sharon shivered, despite being curled up to Alaska with a tenderness that they had both been too afraid to broach before the confession. No amount of blankets or robes could lift the chill that had settled deep into her bones after her skin had dried. Alaska, as always, feared the worst, and told the driver to continue on through the night.

Sharon’s honesty was scaring Alaska in more than one way. The first being her fear of death - it seemed that both her obstinance and her life force were fading at the same voracious rate. The second, naturally, being the earnest, passionate way she leaned in to their shared kiss.

This was a princess - a member of the royal family that governed Alaska’s entire life. There were laws against this, but Sharon didn’t seem to care. Alaska, again, feared it was because she believed she had no reason to. She didn’t want to die, but she was certain that she was going to.

That night, Alaska was sure she wouldn’t sleep a wink. She sat up straight, methodically rubbing Sharon’s arms to try and warm the princess as she slept, weakened and exhausted. The only sign that she was even still alive was the shallow rising and falling of her chest. Alaska closed her eyes and prayed that she would never have to watch the gentle movement slow to a stop, wishing she could keep Sharon’s heart beating through sheer force of will.

At some point she must’ve dropped off, as she found herself jolting awake and finding that the night had slipped out from beneath her. The land around them looked much the same - plain and green and empty, with a distinct lack of shrubbery or trees. Knowing the tricks of the trade, Alaska was glad - any kind of nature meant a hiding place for looters and robbers. She’d been the victim of highwaymen a few times, but she remembered Willam benefitting from befriending one once. The three friends had eaten well that night, but she had never trusted any of them.

Sharon had clearly woken before her, and was sitting on the opposite bench, wrapped in her robe, a book in her lap. She hadn’t noticed Alaska stirring.

“Hey, morning. How are you feeling?”

At Alaska’s words, she smiled and closed her book. “I’m… alive. Weak, but alive.”

“Good.” Alaska said. “Alive is how we want it to stay. What are you reading?”

Sharon shrugged. “It’s nothing important. I picked up this for you, though.” She lifted a book from beside her. “A compilation of fairy tales.” She told her, blushing slightly. “I read them as a child, before bed. I thought you might like them.”

Alaska bit her lip. “I appreciate it, I do, but I can’t…”

Sharon cut her off. “I know. We could… we could read them together. If you want, that is. It’s okay if - if you don’t.”

“We could try.”

The book was leatherbound, the worn brown cover giving off the impression that it had clearly been read many times before. Atop the leather was a shining gold inscription of a castle, surrounding by swirling cursive letters that Alaska didn’t even attempt to decipher. The pages inside were yellowed with age, but Sharon nevertheless handled them with care as she turned them over, smoothing each one flat as she went. She stopped turning the pages somewhere near the middle, where another story begin. There was a large ink drawing in the centre of the page, depicting a fair haired princess, asleep in an intricate bed. Her hands were clasped over her chest, a picture of serenity. Alaska couldn’t help thinking that the fictional princess looked just like Sharon.

“This is my favourite from when I was a kid…” Sharon said. “I’ll follow the words with my finger as I read it, so you can get a feel for what the words look like. I hope you like it.”

Alaska nodded, resting her head on Sharon’s shoulder as she started to read.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a king and a queen, and the happiest kingdom that there ever was. The kingdom was happy for a special reason, as they would soon be home to a new princess, and peace finally reigned across the land. Everything was perfect.

However, trouble was heading their way. Nearby, two sister witches had moved into the area. One of them was good, kind-hearted and honest. The other was foul and cruel, with a black soul.

When the princess arrived, the kingdom was overjoyed. The king and queen threw a ball, and all of the creatures of the land were invited to celebrate. Every man, every woman, every child; every fairy and elf; every pixie and spirit. Everybody was invited - except for the black-hearted witch.

She was enraged by the kingdom’s betrayal when she learned of the king and queen’s ball. In an instant, she appeared at the palace, darkening the hallways and hushing all of the delighted chatter as soon as she entered. The king stood protectively in front of his wife, as the queen clutched the baby princess in her arms.

“Let’s have a look at her, then.” The witch demanded, forcibly pulling back the baby’s blankets. “Just as I suspected. Pink and rosy and wrong.”

The king scowled at the witch. “Begone, you beast!”

The witch shrugged. “I must say, I’m rather offended I was not invited to this little… soiree of yours. In the future, you will learn from this grave mistake.”

Alaska felt as though she was slipping in and out of her own body as Sharon read. When she wasn’t coughing, straining for breaths after every sentence, she had a pleasant, accented voice, and it was comforting to listen to. In her mind, the story of the princess unfurled, her brain formulating images of beautiful fair-haired princesses in long gowns and scraggly, ragged creatures with hooked noses and warts placing curses on them. She could see the palace, hear the music and the revelry, experience the horror and shock of the vile creature turning up at the palace door. It was the kind of story that she knew, somehow, would have a happy ending, but remained utterly gripped as she waited for the resolution.

Her heart ached as she watched Sharon. Years ago, she was sure, the princess would’ve been sat with her two sisters, perhaps with Adore in her lap, reading fairy tales to them. She would’ve stroked her baby sister’s soft hair, pressed kisses to an unwilling Laila’s forehead, reading the story with exaggerated voices and silly facial expressions. Of course, she would’ve been in good health at the time, with bright eyes and round cheeks and a fuller figure.

Nothing like the skeletal, albeit beautiful, girl who sat beside her.

Alaska tuned back in, hoping to hear the end of the story. She had been listening, drinking in the sound of Sharon’s voice, but she’d been in her head a lot too. Wanting to be fully alert and awake for the ending, she perked up, but Sharon wasn’t talking anymore.

Her skin had gone positively translucent; she was so pale that Alaska could see the great blue veins snaking from under her eyes and stretching across her forehead. Her eyes were much darker than usual, and glassy.

“Sharon?”

One pale, shaky hand was resting at the base of her throat. Alaska felt a surge of dread, like icy water running down her neck.

“Sharon?” She tried again.

The princess gagged, her eyes streaming and bulging as she tried and failed to produce something. Alaska watched, horrified and helpless, as she retched harshly again and again, bringing nothing up and causing the veins in her face to become more and more opaque.

Then, all at once, she gagged and lurched forwards. Her blood, almost black, splattered all against the wall, covering the seats, the curtains and Sharon herself. Once she’d started, she couldn’t stop - she was choking and vomiting pure blood uncontrollably. Alaska panicked.

“Shit! SHIT! DRIVE, FUCKING DRIVE! COME ON!” She screamed, petrified that she would be unable to make herself useful in any other way.

The carriage sped up. Alaska could hear the horses neighing as the driver whipped them, but it wasn’t loud enough to take away from the violent regurgitation. The whole carriage was sprayed with painfully dark blood, including Alaska. When she looked into Sharon’s eyes, they were red and terrified.

A minute passed, and she finally stopped, coughing twice before slumping down. There was blood on her face, in her hair, on her clothes. Her eyes rolled backwards.

“FASTER! PLEASE!” Alaska begged, only just noticing the volume of tears that were pouring down her cheeks. “GO FASTER!”

Despite the blood, Alaska clung to Sharon as tightly as she could. This was so much worse than anything she’d seen so far. This - This was Sharon knocking at death’s door. It was all Alaska could do to hold onto her, trying her hardest to keep her anchored to the world of the living. She could feel her slipping away.

“You can’t leave me now,” She sobbed. “You can’t. I won’t let you.”

Almost as soon as the carriage had sped up, it was screeching to a halt. Alaska clutched Sharon as the driver dismounted, appearing in the window. He didn’t seem perturbed, or surprised, by the grisly scene.

“What are you doing?! Get back out there!” Alaska ordered, her voice shrill.

The driver shook his head. “This is as far as I go.”

“We paid you! Continue!”

“No.” He said adamantly. “No carriage goes here. It’s dodgy, they say. Witches and heathens and the like. Spooks the horses.”

Alaska could see very quickly that arguing would be of no use to her. What she needed right now was time, something that she didn’t have an abundance of. In fact, time was rushing away from her far faster than she needed it to. Before long, she knew Sharon would be dead.

“Fine. Go.”

The moment that Alaska had managed to drag Sharon’s lifeless body out of the carriage, it sped away in the opposite direction. The blood-soaked books had been left behind, and Alaska held only their money and the princess herself. Admittedly, she was strong from years of skilled labour, but it was disconcerting how easy Sharon was to hold. Alaska had spent a lifetime starving, and yet Sharon weighed less than half of her body weight.

She was desperate.

“Is there anyone out here?” She cried out. “Anyone? Someone help!”

A gust of wind swept past. Alaska was sure she heard a voice whispering “This way!” but no one appeared. There was nothing in sight, other than a rusty signpost pointing towards the nearest village. Whatever was there would have to do, for now. Although she had known and acknowledged it before, it hadn’t properly sunken in until now - Sharon was dying. And fast.

She trudged along the path, trying her best not to look at Sharon. The princess was warm and wet with blood, her throat raw from the repulsive outburst. Many times, Alaska had looked at her and sworn she looked dead, but it was nothing in comparison to what she could see now. This was a face that she could see being laid to rest, not that of somebody who would make a swift recovery.

“Please.” She begged, unsure of whether she was asking the heavens or the earth or Sharon herself. “Please, keep fighting. Keep holding on.”

“This way…” The wind replied.

-0-

Alaska’s arms were giving out. Despite Sharon being light, there was only so many hours that Alaska could walk and bear her full weight at the same time. Hours later, in the rapidly darkening world of night, they still hadn’t reached the village. It was likely - and horrifying - that Sharon wouldn’t make it through the night.

Collapsing onto the ground, Alaska laid Sharon down and began to cry, her back pressed against a large oak tree. The whole quest, the search for glory and riches in the hopes of surviving another few years had been utterly futile. She would be left with a broken heart and a broken home at the end of it all. Sharon was going to die, and that was it.

She felt selfish for thinking it, but knowing that her journey had been for nothing really stung. There would be no prize at the end, nothing good to come out of it. Only the memories of a forbidden love that almost was, but wasn’t quite.

Alaska sobbed bitterly. It wasn’t fair that she had been used, it wasn’t fair that she had fallen in love, and it wasn’t fair that she was blaming Sharon for the bleak future that awaited her. She was being awful and cruel, all because things had gone wrong. Deep down, somewhere, she had believed that Sharon just might make it. Now she knew better. Now she knew there was no hope.

It was pitch black, the empty night sky merging with the shade provided by the tree to create a comforting disguise of darkness. Alaska knew she was vulnerable - there was a large amount of money strapped to her, and she was armed with just a sword and a dagger to fight off any skilled thieves. One or two, she could maybe take on, but any more than that would have her seized, robbed and likely killed.

Oh, well. At least she could stay with Sharon that way.

Stop it! She berated herself. Sharon was going to live. She had to. Their kingdom needed a queen, and Alaska… Alaska needed her too.

“Oh, my. What a precarious and peculiar situation? Are you quite alright?”

Alaska turned, the voice jolting her from her misery. She didn’t bother to wipe away her tears, knowing that whoever spoke could barely see her.

“No. She’s dying and everything I’ve done has been for nothing. If you’ve come to rob me, just take it.”

There was a pause. “There won’t be any thieving tonight, I can assure you. Your friend here is sick, yes? She’s quite bloody.”

Alaska frowned, instantly distrustful of the figure. There was no way they could see Sharon, or know that she was covered in blood - Alaska couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face. Had they been watching?

“Who are you? What are you doing?” She demanded.

“All in good time.” The voice replied simply. “It seems that you require assistance. I would be happy to offer it, should you accept.”

There was no other option. “Okay. If you think you can.”

“Yes…” The voice said, though it sounded as though she wasn’t talking to Alaska. There was another pause, then she heard a quiet neighing. “No, no. That won’t do at all.”

Crack.

A bird tweeted.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!”

Crack.

An ungodly keening broke through the night.

“A banshee? Really? No!”

Crack.

“Ah. Much better.”

A greenish glow had suddenly lit up the area. Standing above Alaska was the figure of a woman, outstretching her long bony fingers. She took them and stood up, trying to take in the person before her.

She was tall and waifish, seeming almost too long to be human. Her skin was white, with deep blue eyes and sunken cheeks. Unusually, her hair was short and grey, yet she appeared to be ageless, floating between looking like an adult and an adolescent. She wore black leather from head to foot, in trousers rather than a dress, and was draped in a brown cloak. There was a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, visible from when she helped Alaska to her feet.

“Who are you? W-What are you?” Alaska managed. An odd mixture of fear and reassurance had washed over her. She didn’t feel threatened, but she was certain that this wasn’t any ordinary human.

She merely smiled. “If you can manage, lift your friend. I will have you to safety in no time.”

Alaska did as she was told. Sharon was still unconscious, and Alaska cursed herself for being so selfish and thinking of herself when the princess had still not woken up. All the time she’d wasted thinking about herself was time that Sharon was losing.

The source of the green light turned out to be what Alaska first thought was a pile of sticks. The woman picked it up, revealing it to be a broomstick, but that didn’t seem to be much of a revelation either. What was she planning - enslaving them? She couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had heard her when she said that Sharon was dying. Neither of them would be any use to her.

“Hold on tightly to this and to her. You won’t fall, but I find it often soothes the nerves of first time flyers. Quickly mount.”

First time flyers?

Before she even had a chance to ask, the broom seemed to have lifted itself. Alaska clutched Sharon, riding side-saddle on the broomstick as it rose into the air and shot away into the night. In front, the figure seemed perfectly calm and composed, as though she was used to her broomsticks randomly floating. If anything, she seemed to be controlling the direction it was going in.

Alaska was flying. On a broomstick.

It didn’t get much stranger. If she hadn’t been sick with worry over Sharon, she would’ve been utterly enthralled with such a novelty.

She tried to ask again who the woman was, but her voice wouldn’t carry over the rushing wind. They were travelling fast, the landscape racing behind them as they flew just below the clouds. It was a speech unreachable by carriages, that Alaska knew - and it was exactly what she needed. Wherever they were going, she was sure they’d get there in plenty of time.

A few short minutes passed of Alaska murmuring prayers for Sharon before the broom touched down in front of a small woodland cottage, just away from a series of lights that Alaska identified as the nearby village. The figure dismounted, clicking once to make the broom stow itself away somewhere inside her home.

“Come, now. There is a space on the table for your friend to lie. Hurry and place her there.”

Again, Alaska obeyed immediately, still somewhat afraid to challenge her unspoken authority. Her voice was soft, accented; it was nothing like she’d ever heard, and yet oddly comforting at the same time.

The cottage was rustic yet homely, made almost entirely of wood and wrought iron. Red and purple candles gave the place a warm glow and a heady, aromatic scent, making Alaska feel unequivocally calmer and safer than she ever had before. In the centre of the room, where Sharon was now lying, there was a large table, surrounded by cabinets and cupboards and strange devices that Alaska couldn’t identify. The grey-haired woman hurried to remove her cloak, taking Alaska’s robe from her and hanging them up before rushing to Sharon’s side. Alaska didn’t bother trying to make sense of her odd, yet comforting surroundings.

“Well?” She demanded. “Who are you? Where are we? Can you help, or not?”

The grey-haired woman placed a hand on Sharon’s ribcage.

“You can call me Max, dearest.” She spoke gently. “Tell me, how did you come across this young woman?”

Alaska found that her tongue had suddenly loosened considerably. As quickly and concisely as she could, she told Max everything - how Sharon was the princess, how she had fallen ill and was in desperate need of help before it was too late, and how along the way - along the way, feelings had gotten complicated. She found herself telling Max things that she swore she could never tell anyone, for her own safety.

“Of course, the darling princess…” Max murmured fondly. “Yes, I remember her birth. Your kingdom was delighted. She was a beautiful baby.”

“She- You know her? She knows you?”

Max smiled. “No, dearest, she doesn’t know me. I attended the ball that her parents held, to celebrate her arrival. She will become Queen soon, will she not?”

Alaska sniffed, suddenly remembering the problem at hand. “Not if she doesn’t get help, and fast. She’s - she’s dying, and even the royal physicist didn’t know what to do. Who-Whatever you are, you’re our only hope.”

Removing her hand from Sharon’s ribcage, Max frowned. “Peculiar. Very peculiar.”

“What’s peculiar?” Alaska asked instantly. “Is she okay?”

“It appears to be so.” Max said clearly. “That is unusual. This, perhaps, is no regular sickness.”

Alaska was on alert. “So there’s nothing you can do?!”

“Not necessarily.” Max said distractedly. “Dear, I need you to step over that glowing line, do you see it?”

Across the floor, although it hadn’t been there to begin with, a glowing white line had appeared, cutting off what appeared to be the living area from a kitchen of sorts. Feeling slightly shunted, Alaska perched on the end of the leather sofa, feeling much colder now that she wasn’t engulfed in the strange thick magic that hung in the air.

By now, she knew Max had to be a witch, which only meant one thing - she had to be the person they had been searching for. A witch who could heal Sharon was her exact instruction, and it seemed that she had found one.

Max was busying around the kitchen, pulling tiny vials of coloured liquids out of cupboards and plucking herbs and powders from their jars. Everything seemed to be in disarray, but she knew how to find it all in an instant. Ingredient after ingredient was carefully added to another small, crystal vial, each one producing some sort of reaction - a puff of smoke, a change of colour, a strong odour. Alaska watched in awe as she worked, all the while remaining inside her magically designated area. As she worked, she murmured an unintelligible incantation.

When the concoction was finished, it was pure gold, swirling like she had taken the shine from the stars and captured it in a bottle. Very carefully, she poured the mixture past Sharon’s lips, and the princess shuddered violently. She lurched upright, wheezing, but her eyes were closed. Her head lolled backwards.

“Quickly.” Max intoned. “State your full name and step across the line, now. You must hurry.”

Leaping to her feet, Alaska muttered her name and dashed towards Sharon, taking her hand and stroking her frighteningly cold skin.

“This is no ordinary sickness.” Max said gravely. “We must look deeper. Do you understand?”

“No.”

“Hold on tight, dearest. Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

-0-

They were in palace.

It was a bright, warm evening in the palace - sunlight was streaming through the large windows, onto the dining table. The royal family were gathered in the middle, looking younger than Alaska knew them to be. Max was watching intently.

“Happy Birthday dear Shaaaron, Happy Birthday to you!” They sang, cheering.

Alaska was taken aback. Sharon’s hair was thick and full, her eyes bright, her skin clear and fresh. She was youthful, happy, and not remotely sick. Her trademark red lips were pulled into a smile, and she clutched a tiny, seven year old Adore in her lap.

“Happy twentieth, darling.” The Queen kissed Sharon’s cheek.

“Go on!” Adore grinned, bouncing.

Sharon smoothed down her dress, tickling her sister’s sides as she did. When Adore screamed and wriggled, she leant forwards and blew out the candles.

Alaska smiled warmly. It was true, Sharon had been beautiful; she was every suitor’s dream, in perfect health and the epitome of gorgeous. Her dress, a stunning olive-green number with lace sleeves and a full skirt, fitted her properly, rather than hanging loosely from her figure. She wasn’t emaciated and gaunt like Alaska knew her to be. She was full of life.

As the smoke curled upwards from the candles, Sharon coughed - just once.

The sound put Alaska on edge instantly. The Queen, too, it seemed, had been worried by the innocuous sound.

“Are you alright, darling?” She asked.

Sharon nodded, her cheeks rosy. “Of course, mother! I think it was just the smoke getting to me. Let’s all have some cake, yes? Miss Michaels!”

Alaska blinked, and she was back in Max’s kitchen. Sharon was lying down once again, positively corpse-like. It was a stark and painful difference from the lively princess they’d seen from just a few years ago.

Max’s expression was grim. “It appears to be just as I feared.” She sighed. “She’s cursed.”

“Cursed?!” Alaska screeched. “Wh- How?!”

Things seemed to just be going from bad to worse. Right when Alaska got her hopes up, they were knocked down again by some unforeseen consequence that loomed in the shadows. She wondered briefly if there was any point in continuing to fight - it seemed that the universe was against saving Sharon’s life. No matter the endeavours to try and keep her alive, the world was fighting to let her die.

“Y-You can help her, right?” Alaska’s voice trembled, betraying the hopelessness that had started to build up in the pit of her stomach. “You can still save her, can’t you?”

Max pursed her lips. “Perhaps…”

She placed her hand on Sharon’s forehead, chanting under her breath. The princess choked, a harsh, guttural sound, and a wisp of pure black smoke curled from her lips, instantly darkening the room. Once warm, the kitchen suddenly seemed frigid. A sinister chill had wrapped itself around the place.

“Of course.” Max whispered. “I suspected, but I hoped it wasn’t that…”

Alaska swallowed. “Wha-What do you mean? Is she okay? What’s going on?”

The witch turned her back on Alaska, hanging her head as though in shame or regret. She gently placed the used crystal vial back into its place and sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.”

#purecamp #in sickness and in health #shalaska #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #max malanaphy #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au #royalty au

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Interview the Muse - What is your Full name? Include any maiden names, aliases, or nicknames. Bang Yongguk. Gukkie, Guk, Yonggukkie, and Gummy Bear. - When is your birthday? Do you know where you were born and at what time? I was born on 31st of March in 1990, in Jawol-Myeon, Incheon. Unfortunately, I’m not sure of the time. - What is your earliest memory that you can remember? Having a plush Tigger with me everywhere. And I mean, everywhere. You bet I never had any lonely toilet trips as a child. - How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends? My childhood was pretty average. My parents were amazing, and my best friends were my siblings and of course, Tigger. - How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average? My favourite subject in school. . .probably something along the line of arts? I didn’t like a lot of subjects, I hated sitting still. I was a pretty good student, but nothing to brag about. - Did you have a best friend growing up? What was their name? Are you still in touch? Ah. . .my best friend was my twin, Yongnam. We’re still very close. - What is the dumbest thing you have ever done to impress someone? Were they impressed or was it all for naught? When I tried to impress my best friends by getting my giving myself ‘stitches’ on the tiniest cut on my leg. I didn’t cry, and I think they were pretty impressed. - Do you ever plan on getting married in your life? Do you want kids? I plan on getting married, yes. Kids I think I would like, unsure though. - Would you rather have your own kids or adopt? How many kids would you want? I’m not sure. But I want at least two. Three would be good, too. - Do you think you’d be a protective parent or a relaxed parent? Very protective. I don’t want my kids getting hurt. - Generally, how healthy are you? Do you get sick or injured easily or are you fit? I am a lot healthier than I used to be. I’m still a bit clumsy, but I’m pretty fit. just ask shunya - Have you ever been badly injured before? Yes, very badly injured. - What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death? Probably the time I ended up in hospital from an overdose. I was pretty close to death then. - How many times have you been to the hospital/doctor’s? Oh, countless times. - Have you ever had a concussion or brain injury? Have you ever had amnesia? As far as I remember, no - What was the worst illness you ever contacted? Do you know what it was? How long were you sick? I think I had chicken pox when I was a baby. I think I had it for a good few weeks. - Ever had any extended hospital stays? What for? It was mainly a rehab stay - Have you ever had to give yourself or someone else emergency first aid? What happened? Not that I can remember - Are you happy with your current job? I love my two jobs. I love being around flowers, and I get to wait on the love of my life every day. - Most dangerous thing you have ever done? OD. That’s the most dangerous thing. - What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare? Falling in love with my beautiful baby. My worst nightmare almost happened, but it hasn’t yet. - What is the biggest and most important goal you have set for yourself? To prove to my boyfriend that I’m never going to leave him and love him forever. - How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task? It depends on the task. I can be pretty stubborn when I want to be. - Top three things on your wishlist? 1. Love Shunya forever. 2. Get my princesses a little castle 3. Get a house that I can live in comfortably for the rest of my life with the love(s) of my life - Currently, what is something you want but do not need? . . .another cat. - Do you like shopping? What is your favorite thing to shop for? I’m not a big fan of shopping. But grocery shopping is a lot of fun. - What is the most expensive thing you have purchased? Was it worth it? Aaaaaaah. It’s a secret. - What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue? Pay off Shunya’s student loans, then maybe take a holiday with him. - Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork? I love art. I’m not sure of a lot of names though. shunya’s neck covered in hickeys okno - Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music? Music is really nice to relax to. I just listen to everything though - What are your top three favorite colors? 1. shunyas skin Red 2. shunyas eyes Purple 3. shunyas lips Probably a light blue? I dunno - What is your favorite season? Do you prefer hotter or colder weather? Do you like snow at all? Probably winter. I love colder weather, it gives me an excuse to stay inside. And I love snow. - What kind of flavors do you prefer: Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Spicy, Dry, or Umami (savory meat taste)? I love sweet. Sweet is one of my absolute favourites. - What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy? My favourite dish is probably a lasagna. I most definitely can make it, I don’t need a recipe. - What is your favorite fruit and vegetable? I love starfruit, and I really like pumpkin. Like roasted pumpkin. - What is your favorite dessert? What is your favorite type of candy/treat? Aaaaah gummy bear ice blocks. I love things like cakes though. - Describe your sense of humor. A bit of a teaser. I love to prod and make ( gentle ) fun of people - What is one thing you are justly proud of? My boyfriend. He’s amazing! - What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you? Shunya’s parents forcing him to ‘break up’ with me. That’s the worst thing ever. - What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone? I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve done anything that bad? - What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all? Shunya’s heart! It’s the most valuable thing in the whole world to me!

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Lightning Storm

The opening to this episode is the Legion on a mission to rescue several ships from a Space Squid. It is… not going well.

Everyone except Bouncy – who is on the cruiser – gets caught by the squid. Although we do get more Triplicate Girl, and our first mission-appearance of Colossal Boy.

Oh, about that Superman… someone just joined the party, so they probably did watch for a bit.

Their leader tells Wave to distract it and Esper to ready a mind blast. As soon as Esper does her part, the others go in, making the squid let the ships and other captives go.

When Superman tries to help, he nearly gets hit by one of the weapons used by one of the other team.

But when Lightning Lad manages to help, he’s thanked.

Esper delivers another psychic attack, and when the Legion goes to attack, this happens.

That is disgusting. RIP Space Squid.

Aww, Sparky doesn’t want his nerd teammate to embarrass him in front of the cool kids.

Still Superman goes over to thank them.

The leader says that they can clean up the mess. To which Superman goes “Oh! Right!” Gosh what a boy scout.

Later, we see that Colossal Boy has departed the rest of the team, and Superman thanks him for helping earlier. Although Lightning Lad comments they looked like dumb kids during the mission. What a sour puss.

However Bouncy questions who the others were.

However, Lightning Lad’s thoughts clearly contrast Triplicate Girls’ thoughts.

I love how the girls are all gathered together. It’s like they started a poly-relationship.

Actually, can the whole legion be poly-romantic? That takes a lot of trouble out of shipping.

Of course, Lightning Lad goes straight into Tsudere denial mode.

When Saturn Girl says they’ll see soon on Lightning Lad’s fan-crush on the other group, he angrily asks if she’s now clairvoyant. She answers she just has good eyes, as she noticed their ship at the Dinner the Legion was just heading to.

My observant queen.

How are Jupiter burgers different from other burgers? TELL MEEEE

While the rest of the group is enjoying the meal, Lightning Lad is is clearly pining to talk to the other team. Saturn Girl tells him in a slightly annoyed tone to just go over an talk.

Superman is adorable when eating his burger. Look at how happy he is. He deserves to be happy.

Now the beginning of this next scene is actually capable of giving me second hand embarrassment. I dunno why, it just does. Maybe the expectation Lighting Lad is about to goof this up somehow?

While it seems like at first the other group has no interest in him at all, the leader does talk to him just as he’s getting ready to go, telling him he did a good job earlier. He then introduces himself as Tyr, and the others besides Wave and Esper are Hunter and RonKar, and says they are the Light Speed Vanguard.

WHAT A DORK

He’s so star-struck he has to be reminded to introduce himself.

And then Hunter comments he seems a little old for the other Legionnaires.

Bouncy I love u.

But a moment for Lighting Lad’s face at this.

OMG WHAT A LOSER

Regardless, the LSV give him their card.

What a happy fanboy.

But then returning to HQ, we see that the place is filled with people who don’t seem to be regulars at the place. Making Lighting Lad ask Brainy on what’s going on.

Who answers that a recent memo said Bouncing Boy is holding seminars for people who will be auditioning soon.

Aww my nerd son attempted a joke. Too bad it wasn’t received very well.

But turns out Lightning Lad has his own fanboy! Peter aka Porcupine Pete!

He attempts to demonstrate his powers, but it doesn’t go smoothly.

Da booty tho.

Peter apologizes, but Lighting Lad still walks off.

Rude, you go back and spend time with your fanboy.

Afterwards, Lightning Lad is seen alone and the card given to hip appears to be able to make a portal. Which he walks into with no questions.

Wow what if that turned out to be a death trap?

But the design of the place he walks into is pretty cool to look at.

But I think there’s something even better to look at.

THAT’S RIGHT

HE’S BACK

OUR TRASH LORD

OKAY THE FACT THAT HE’S THERE IS PLENTY OF REASON TO SUSPECT SOMETHING IS WRONG.

Nice call back to Champions, and a nice reminder Lighting Lad does not have many positive feelings towards Mekt right now.

Honey, it was a bit more than just a mistake.

When he claims to have moved on to better things, Lighting Lad’s brain clicks and he asks if he’s really with the LSV. Again, another bad sign.

Lightning Lad, he has been constantly on a more positive side of a relationship than you. This really isn’t that surprising.

But aww, sweet older brother. Saying he’s perfect

When Lighting Lad says he’s already in the Legion, Mekt says the Legion is for kids.

Back on the trash baby list.

However, Tyr tells Lightning Lad to hang for a while before making any decisions. And then Lightning Lad calls up the Legion.

Bouncy seems horrified Lightning Lad might be leaving, especially since he helped start the Legion.

That’s one reason?

When Lightning Lad hangs up, Saturn Girl tells the others that she has a bad feeling about the LSV, admitting that she tried to read their minds. However she held back on telling the others earlier because of feeling guilty, since she tries to reads minds only when she is given permission (or if the situation is very serious). But she couldn’t get through because Esper was shielding them.

PUPPY WANTS TO STAKE OUT.

Also, when I first saw this episode, I thought he said “steak out”, which made no sense to me but I found kinda funny since he’s part-carnivor.

Switching back to the LSV, Mekt is talking to Lightning Lad, saying it’s just like old times, which Lightning Lad agrees to.

And then Esper goes ahead and reads Lightning Lad’s mind. Major red flag.

OH **** YOU AGAIN

TINY CHILDREN

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AAAAAAAH

When Esper finishes, Tyr tells her to give LL privacy. When he realizes she was just reading his mind, Sparky is not happy.

Outside the LSV’s ship, Timber Wolf and Superman are staking them out, with the cruiser cloaked. No sign of takeout though. Probably haven’t been waiting that long.

However, I guess either checkers is either a lost game in the 31st century, or Timber Wolf has never really played any games. Given he questions Superman on what checkers is when waiting.

And then questions what Kansas is. Which is a bit more on an alarming side.

However, they don’t have to kill time as LSV gets a move on, heading to a transport that’s being attacked by Sand Raiders.

And the LSV seem to have a good handle on the situation.

Dat eyeliner.

However, the raiders start to pull out… to get the big guns out.

Tyr suggests Lighting Lad to take care of it by himself, and he goes off to do so. Oh trash baby.

He gets knocked down, but then Superman and Timber Wolf intervene. Lightning Lad is not happy about it.

What a loser.

Big brother behavior~

And we get some glorious interaction between Superman and Mekt

Mm, the Superman we had in the first episode would be a little more inclined to believing people can change.

When the LSV start walking off, Lightning Lad asks what Superman and TimberWolf are doing in the same place. Although Superman is 100% honest, Lighting Lad still tells them to leave. Prick.

Superman then leaves, commenting that Mekt was right on people changing.

Oof. Not a good thing to get salt from Superman.

However, before the LSV leaves, they bill the guys they just saved. Who are taking decontamination stuff to a colony, and it sounds urgent.

This puts the LSV in a new light for Lightning Lad.

Especially when Tyr tells him “Whoever said we were heroes? This is business.”

Oof. Not what the trash baby needs.

When Lightning Lad tries to get the LSV to go help out at several places, Mekt turns him down, saying there’s no credit.

But all I could focus on is Dem Legs.

UNF

Also, bonus points for having him examine his nails. He might be considering gloves like his brother now.

However the brothers are interrupted by Tyr, saying the captain of the transport is refusing to pay. And says it’s time to collect.

Finally returning to the Legion HQ, Bouncy is talking to the try-outies, getting them ready. I love him.

However, when demonstrating with one of the applicants, Breath Boy – who can hold his breath for an extended period of time – Superman calls him because they got a distress call.

Upon arriving to the transport with the decontamination units, the Legion sees the LSV ship.

But Saturn Girl quickly finds out what’s going on.

Inside, the LSV are taking the decontamination units. Wow. What pricks.

But dem legs tho. And the way he’s sitting is proof of Mekt being a cat.

Tyr tells Lightning Lad to take care of the captain, but Sparky’s conscious wins out.

Mekt tries to get Lightning Lad to calm down, but Lightning Lad is having none of it.

Triplicate Girl outside comments she can’t believe Lightning Lad got mixed up with hijackers, just when Lightning Lad is knocked out of the transport.

Superman goes out to catch him, holding him bridal style.

Good thing Brainy wasn’t there.

Wow he can admit that.

So, judging from what Lightning Lad said, there was still some hope holding out that his brother CAN do something good, and a long time ago, did look up to him. Oof. This hurts me.

AND WE GET A CONFIRMATION ON WHERE THE POWERS CAME FROM

While the brothers have a go at each other, Hunter throws flares at Superman and Saturn Girl, who are both saved by our beloved Puppy, who then lunges at Hunter. While Superman takes Tyr on and Saturn Girl fights Esper, after being attacked by a mind blast.

Back with the brothers.

I don’t think that face implies anything good.

At what point are we talking about? Recently? Past? AAAAA

Like the touch of Bouncy watching the fight before switching channels and seeing the LSV ship coming head on.

While Wave and Ron Karr fire a few shots at the cruiser, turns out Bouncy has a lot of tricks up his sleeves.

Aww, poor white TG

Meanwhile, SG tries helping TW but gets ambushed by Esper. However, she manages to catch esper off guard and knocks her out.

Timber Wolf starts to get cornered by Hunter, but Saturn Girl manages to turn the table with making Hunter see Glorgs, which I assume are the equivalent of Furbies.

What a pure friendship.

Superman and Tyr seem pretty even in strength, and when both are starting to wear down. However, when Tyr takes out a gun-like weapon (it does not look 100% like a gun, so im refraining from calling it that) Superman uses his heat vision to blow it up, causing a smoke screen and then proceeds to beat him.

With the Ships’ fight, the Legion manages to sneak up on the LSV.

But back to the brothers.

Oof. They were really going for it.

But a moment to appreciate one of the frames of Mekt.

Edited to show the best part better.

ASS

Okay, how heavy was that metal thing?

As soon as Mekt is gone, Superman comes to help Lightning Lad get the metal thing off, saying they have a delivery to make.

Take this out of context and it looks like two boyfriends getting back together.

After seeing the rest of the LSV tied up, we go to the ship, where Triplicate Girl is gushing about Bouncy during the fight, to which Superman says they make a good team.

Giving us the first hint at BB/TG

Awwwww~

However, Lightning Lad isn’t doing to well and Saturn Girl goes to talk to him, giving us a good moment between them.

After that incredibly touching moment, we see there’s still one applicant in the HQ, even after closing hours. Then we exit out the episode.

So final thoughts on the episode overall and the character

Well, obviously I love it because of my Trash Lord. But don’t worry, I’ll gush on him towards the end of this section.

This episode does have its plus and minuses, both of which I will discuss.

In terms of world building, we now know some places are still being colonized in Space, given the guy who is delivering the decontamination units mentions colonies. Honestly, knowing there are still places left unexplored is pretty cool for me as it invites multiple possibilities with different places and beings.

We get far more character development than last episode. In terms of discussing the characters, I’m saving the brothers for last because it’s that good.

Superman is once again not the central character of this episode. But we see that he does have doubts about some people doing good.

Let’s go over a list of people he trusted in the show.

Dr. Londo. Who turned out to be abusive and manipulative.

Alexis. Who tried to kill his friends.

Zyx. Who proved to be very dangerous.

But when Mekt says he’s with the LSV, he is immediately suspicious. Now there is the fact Saturn Girl said that they were up to something, but given everything that has happened, this is a big sign of change in his trust in others. And that he needs a vacation.

And he makes a jab at Lighting Lad as well when it seems Lightning Lad has switched sides. But, he easily goes out to save him when he gets blasted. Showing he still trust Lighting Lad to do what’s right.

We finally get more development with Saturn Girl in this episode. We see once again she’s incredibly observant of people, and doesn’t need to read minds to figure out what people feel or think a fair amount of the time, but does teases Lightning Lad when he’s being tsundere as hell. We also see she knows there are lines not to cross regarding privacy of others’ thoughts. But she can still cave to the temptation of reading others minds without permission, and she held back information because she felt bad about doing it. Yes, give her flaws. Make her more realistic.

But we also see more of the comforting side of her again that she had shown Superman and Timberwolf, but this time to Lightning Lad. Nice to see.

Bouncing Boy is an absolute JOY. He’s so nice to the hopeful applicants for the auditions, even though everyone else seems to have doubts about most of them.

While at the diner, we see a love of food , and I I can relate. Immediately. I am on the heavy side, and was much heavier when younger. And he’s not constantly eating, unlike some other portrayals of fat people I have seen. Heck, we’ve only seen him eat three times before. The fair, at Clark’s home, and the popcorn while watching a movie. He does get food in Q12, but he doesn’t eat that because eyeballs. He is more than just his love of food.

A fat person being portrayed positively is something I enjoy to see. Hence one reason why I love Steven Universe, which has several fat/heavy characters. Plus seeing him goof around is fun to watch as well

And we see he’s very good at maneuvering the ship, most of it being improvisation.

Which makes something in episode 2 make more sense. Him taking offense on B5 insisting on him to use a system to help fly it. He is very good at piloting, so with Brainy trying to make him use a console, it does seem like an insult to his skills.

Timber Wolf returns, but unlike Phantoms, he seems to be coping much better with being with the Legion. The people in this episode he seems to automatically trust are Saturn Girl – unquestionable because she was the one who helped him first, and Superman. And we see that his relationship with Saturn Girl has developed from the second episode, but not in a romantic sense, which is rare to see, outside brother and sister relationships. It’s platonic. Which is so good.

But then there’s the “What’s Checkers?” moment and “What’s Kansas?”. Now this seemed funny to me as a kid, but now, it’s worrisome as hell. We still don’t know if Timber Wolf spent his entire childhood with his father. If he did, then those two questions imply a lack of education on certain things. Things that can be considered trivial in the 31st century. Which further implies his father isolating him from the outside world.

But it is possible that Kansas and Checkers are things that are just not common knowledge to most people in the 31st century. We’ll get more insight into Timber Wolf’s past next episode and in the second season, but still, things to worry about.

And we FINALLY get development with Triplicate Girl. Which the lack of in the last episode she was in was a major let down. And the three parts of her aren’t all the same, the vary in their behaviors, as evident when White throws up from motion sickness. And the fact they don’t go back into one being after the fight means she’s comfortable being split up.

She’s like a reverse Garnet.

She is the all-together version of the three duplicates of her, but the whole version is the original version. While Garnet is the sum of two people, Sapphire and Ruby who were their own persons before fusing. But Triplicate Girl is comfortable with splitting her three personas up, and equally as comfortable with becoming one again. Garnet always wants to be fused. Ruby and Sapphire love each other so much. And both choices are perfectly fine. As long as they are comfortable about it and do so in a healthy manner, anyway.

They immediately saw the LSV as stuck-ups, which is not too far from their true nature. And their expressions the three of her when Saturn Girl began teasing Lightning Lad? They were ready to join in on the teasing. Plus we see her as the copilot(s) of the Legion Cruiser, and going on how amazing Bouncing Boy was with his maneuvers. Perhaps Bouncy can teach her a few things?

Wished that we could have seen more varying behavior between the three personas, but thankfully, the comic the show got did.

We saw Brainy, but he didn’t do much this episode, and we don’t even see him that long. Now in the original airing order of this episodes, this wouldn’t stand out. But knowing what happens in the next episode in the production order, it gives us a different picture. Which we will discuss in the next episode review to avoid spoiling.

But we see that now he’s attempting to make jokes, although he’s not that great at it. Just keep practicing, baby.

We also get our first non-regular legionnaire appearance on a mission. I really wished we had more like this. I love having many characters that vary. The guest character we got was Colossal Boy. Like Brainy, nothing much to say on him. Sadly.

But then we have Porcupine Pete, aka Peter. He has an appearance shorter than both of the two characters I just mentioned, but the writers managed to give him personality in that short amount of time. We see he looks up to Lightning Lad and is a huge fanboy, possibly rivaling Brainy’s own crush. And he can confront the object of his affections. But Pete messes up on his attempt to impress him. Real bad. And you can’t help but feel sorry for him.

Lightning Lad doesn’t deserve him.

And for our villains. The LSV makes far more interesting villains than the F5. The LSV manages to have more than one girl on the team, but we don’t see much interaction between them, unlike the Legion.

The least developed of the LSV is sadly Wave, one of the two women on the team. She never speaks in this episode. We see her laughing with the others at the diner, but that’s it in verbal communication, and we can’t tell if it’s her own laughter being heard. But we do see her motioning to Ron Karr with her hair when they were about to attack the Legion Cruiser. This does leave room for the people watching to speculate.

Maybe she can’t talk at all. If so, then the staff could have taken advantage of this. How? Let’s look at Sandman from ROTG.

Sandy can’t talk, but he uses his sands to do charades. Wave could have done something similar with her hair. That would have been amazing to watch.

Hunter has an accent, which I think is based off an Australian one, but I’m not reliable in distinguishing accents. He also seems to be the oldest, and has experienced with using different weapons. He also has experience fighting fauna from different places in space, as we hear him talking about fighting another space squid elsewhere. Putting the fight with Timber Wolf in an interesting perspective. Nothing else to add.

Then we have Ron Karr, who shares the same voice actor as Timber Wolf, Shawn Harrison. His power in the comics was originally flattening his body, however in the show he is a shapeshifter. I guess the original source’s power can be considered shape shifting to an extent, but I can see how this change can bother the comic fans.

Another power change of a comic character that comes to mind is Negasonic Teenage Warhead, also known as Ellie Phimister.

Originally, her power is telepathy and precognition. However, in the Deadpool movie, her powers have been massively changed to better suit her name. In the deleted scene, when she teases Deadpool, we do get a slight nod to her original power as she tells him she can predict the future.

I thought that the film handled her very well, including the power change. But that’s just my opinion.

I’m not sure why the staffdecided to change Ron Karr’s power. Unless they already were planning season 2, where he plays a more prominent role. Or they just wanted to do more with him, because flattening himself doesn’t let them do much.

Talking about his powers aside, he also pilots the LSV ship, but still gets owned by Bouncy’s skills. I can’t tell what age he is, although for the longest time I figured he was the youngest. Now I’m not sure.

Moving on, there is Esper, the second female member of the LSV.

It is clear she is the foil to Saturn Girl. Esper does not have any respect for privacy. Which is very alarming. She just went ahead and read Lightning Lad’s mind. And didn’t feel guilt afterwards. It’s unlikely she draws the line on when not to use her powers on others without permission. Esper does not think about another person’s consent. That makes her a very dangerous person. Even if she is supposed to be on the same team. And she does not offer the same comfort Saturn Girl does.

One thing I need to get off my chest however with her is her outfit. It is very obviously Egyptian-based. And she does not seem Egyptian. As I mentioned last time, I’m not Egyptian-descent, but this still bothers me. Much more than last time given that it’s far more obvious than the Head of the Council of Zerok (I found out that’s the proper spelling from the story boards).

… And as I’m writing this, the reboot of The Mummy is coming out in theaters.

*painfully heaves in the corner*

But most of the character designers of this episode are not white people (after doing a lot of searching on the names in credits). And Triplicate Girl herself was intended to have darker skin, but her skin was lightened in the final products, sadly. So, could Esper have had a less-white appearance in early product, and only her outfit was spared in post-production? Perhaps.

We won’t know what went down unless someone asks one of the people who was involved with development for this show.

Oh, and if you are looking for an alternative movie to “The Mummy” reboot film, or you saw it and you need treatment to recover from that, I have the perfect solution/treatment.

1999′s The Mummy.

Now to talk about Tyr.

He’s a smooth talker. Very good at convincing Lightning Lad to come and stay. Which is not easy, given his ego, and dislike for his brother. He seems like a natural leader. And I like his design too.

But my favorite thing about him is his voice actor.

Not sure on who he is? Here’s a little hint.

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THAT’S RIGHT. HIS VOICE ACTOR IS KHARY PAYTON, THE SAME PERSON WHO DID CYBORG FROM TEEN TITANS.

KHARY’S CYBORG IS ONE OF THE MOST ENJOYABLE CHARACTERS OF ALL TIME. SO KNOWING THAT HE WORKED ON THIS SHOW EVEN A LITTLE BIT BRINGS A LOT OF JOY TO ME.

However, the ultimate downside is that Tyr is nowhere near as expressive as Cyborg, voice acting included. They are different characters, but one of the things that made Khary’s Cyborg enjoyable is the ablility to flex between joyful Boo-Yahs and very serious dialogue. We know he has the talent. But it’s not used to its full extent.

With that said, this does remind me one of the show’s biggest weakness. The ultimate comparison to Teen Titans’ original run.

Teen Titans had more development with its characters, more expressive animation, and a longer run that Legion of SuperHeroes. When Teen Titans finished season 5, many people were looking for a substitute. And given that LOSH is another DC comics, the comparison was going to happen. That’s something that the staff had to be aware of during production.

Good news is that now, we can say that LOSH is better than the current Teen Titans Go.

And now, our favorite brothers in this show.

If you want an image to sum up their fight in simple terms, here.

But to delve into more detail, we’ll first look at Lightning Lad.

So this is the first time we see him having idols to look up at, and does seem embarrassed by the Legion’s far more childish approaches to things. Even though he can also be childish at times. And we see his more aggressive/jerk side again, more than usual, matching the first episode’s personality again. The best examples are when he’s with Porcupine Pete – walking off is not a good way to console a fan, and when he tells Superman and Timber Wolf to leave him alone.

Does that mean he’s regressed in character development? No. His jerk personality was never fully addressed in other episodes. His ego was in Champions though. Which is something else entirely.

He does apologize to Saturn Girl for his behavior towards his teammates at the end though, and did seem to be expecting consequences of some sort for being with the LSV and how he told Superman to go.

He was very lucky Superman and Saturn Girl were ready to forgive him. However, I won’t be surprised if the others make him do some sort of re-initiation thing as punishment.

We also see he tends to have ideals on what heroes are like, neither of which the Legion or LSV live up to, for different reasons. But sees the LSV as far worse.

But we finally see part of the event that gave him his powers, and got a mention of it from Mekt.

The Lightning Beast attack. Which was him, his sister Ayla – who we finally see, and Mekt, being attacked by a creature far bigger than them, and was not friendly.

It was traumatic enough to turn Mekt’s hair white.

First thing to discuss is how deep that trauma affected him, regarding the previous episode.

Zyx messing with a large monster with powers, and was established previously that they are dangerous and will attack people. Sounds immediately familiar to Lightning Lad’s own story, doesn’t it?

And after they put Comet and Cupid back in their exhibit, Lighting Lad gets really mad. It wasn’t going to help the current situation then, but now that we know he’s seen that situation before, we can deduct something else.

He’s mad because it could have been a repeat of whatever happened back then. Making his reaction much more understandable.

At this point, we don’t know the full story of what happened though. Around this episode’s original air date, when I first watched it, I had looked Lighting Lad up on Wikipedia, and read more on the Lightning Beast attack, which gave all three siblings their powers. And found out that Lightning Lad’s sister, Ayla, who was also a legionnaire in the comics.

Which now begs the question – where is she in the show?

When I first watched this and did research, I figured she was simply not shown yet, or probably had not yet joined the legion, and was still living at home.

But now, it seems a bit more obvious that wasn’t simply the case. Neither brothers mention her at any point in this episode or Champions. Implying whatever situation she’s in, it wasn’t easy for them to talk about.

Back to Lightning Lad.

Regarding the relationship with his brother… it takes an unfortunate turn for the worse.

He clearly doesn’t trust Mekt when he first sees him in this episode, regarding the incident in Champions. And doesn’t see him as a very generous person. It doesn’t stop him from staying with the LSV though. And we see during the fight with the sand raiders, he still cares enough to help Mekt. And does admit he held out some hope that he would do something right, but that hope has ceased.

But during the final fight, it seems like whatever positive feelings has been cast aside. And expects Mekt to take advantage and deliver the final blow. But his expression when Mekt leaves suggest he’s saddened by the turn the relationship has gone.

Oof.

And now for our favorite piece of trash.

First thing. Get rid of the purple pants, Mekt. They don’t look good on you. Everything else of his costume is good though. And eyeliner is on point, and Dem Legs are as fine as ever.

And I like the touch of detail in parts of the episode where his lightning was a slightly different color from Lightning Lad’s. Sadly this detail is not kept consistent in the episode.

And now his role as a villain. Perfect. I completely can see him as a villain in this episode. And I certainly did when I first watched this. Hence making me dislike him.

In the original comics, Mekt was the leader of the LSV, called Lightning Lord, but no one calls him that, and Tyr seems to be the leader. Not sure why the change, but maybe it has something to do with the self-esteem issues we saw in Champions?

We see his selfish side shine through as he’s part of the LSV for financial reasons. But he’s not portrayed as a typical greedy villain, thank god. He also shows his powers in use in this episode, which we did not see last time, implying he has figured out how to use them effectively against people.

Once again, he’s the more positive person of the brothers’ relationship, but even that seems to change at the end of this episode.

He’s the one who wants Lightning Lad to join the team the most. Even calls him perfect for it. And when they are on the ship together, Mekt calls it like old times, and when we get a closer look at them, right when Esper is about to read Lightning Lad’s mind, he’s smiling.

He didn’t offer Lightning Lad a spot for any manipulative reasons. He genuinely wants his brother there just to spend time together.

When Lightning Lad refuses to help steal the decontamination units, Mekt tries to talk to him. Although it doesn’t work. Mekt gets mad and charges up to zap him, but then lowers his fist for a bit.

He zaps him a few moments later though.

During the fight, he comments he got more power from the Lightning Beast. How does he know that? I WANT DETAILS!

But I want to discuss a moment during the fight that stood out to me. When Lightning Lad is starting to corner him and seemed ready to deliver some serious blows, Mekt says something that I’m really curious about.

“Wait! I saved your life! Isn’t that worth something?”

At what point of time is he talking about? The Lightning Beast attack? He is shown trying to beat it with a stick to give Ayla and Garth time to run. But that happened so long ago, it wouldn’t make sense to bring it up at this point.

He doesn’t do anything in Champions to save him. And nothing in the fight against the sand raiders.

That leaves us with one other option.

Remember that when Lightning Lad turns on the LSV, he doesn’t zap Mekt, giving him no reason to zap his brother.

Except Lightning Lad zapped Tyr, who immediately tells him “You’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that.” So… shouldn’t Tyr been the one to hit him instead of Mekt?

Putting Mekt’s statement and the situation together paints us a new image.

Tyr has no emotional connections to Lightning Lad. He’s chill with having him on board, but isn’t desperate to keep him.

Tyr was possibly going to do something to Lightning Lad that would have been fatal, but Mekt intervened. Yeah, Lightning Lad got blasted out of the transport, but relatively speaking, he was unharmed.

This serves as more evidence Mekt does legitimately care for his brother.

But Lightning Lad states he doesn’t owe him for that. This is also a good point. Just because a person does something good, it doesn’t mean you automatically owe them.

But at the end of the fight, he’s overpowering Garth. All on his own ability.

Calling back to Champions now, remember he resorted to making a deal with the F5 in disguise to get first place. He bested Lightning Lad via cheating then.

But now, he’s not pulling any dirty tricks, and he still comes out on top. He’s coming in first, all on his own.

That is probably like getting high for him.

AND HE LOVES IT.

Which is toxic for their relationship, decreasing the positivity he had for it.

His remark towards Lightning Lad when asked what he’s waiting for when his brother is vulnerable is that he likes it better when he owes him, but warns him if he gets in his way again.

I know Lightning Lad at this point won’t hesitate if he must do something fatal to Mekt, even if somewhere deep in his heart he still wants to love him, and expects Mekt to be the same in regards of a fight. But it’s not as clear on Mekt’s end. He leaves a threat hanging over Lightning Lad’s head, but he had the chance to kill him.

So while he’s not as positive on the relationship in the end as he was in the beginning, he’s still the more positive one than Lightning Lad.

That’s all for now, but for the next episode, I fully intend to stream it on my twitch channel. Haven’t decided on exact date or time yet. Will let you guys know eventually

In the meantime, I’m just going to be curled up in a ball while I cry about these two brothers.

#losh #Hannah Watches LOSH #LIGHTNING LAD #MEKT RANZZ #LIGHTNING LORD #saturn girl #legion of superheroes

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Locker Room Revelations (Chapter 1)

Original Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8501957/1/Locker-Room-Revelations

Camila was furious and exhausted – she limped her way into the locker-room, struggling with the weight of the water bottles filled with sand Coach had been making them run with strapped to their bodies. Lauren had managed to sneak away at the end of practice, leaving her to clear up alone. As she walked up to the lockers, she caught a glimpse of the back of the dark-haired cheerleader's head and opened her mouth to start yelling at her. Instead she froze and stood staring, mouth still open, scarcely able to believe her eyes.

Lauren was panting and grunting, her spankies abandoned on the floor as her hand moved jerkily up and down the shaft of a… cock?! It just wasn't possible, how could she have a dick? And a big dick at that! (wait, where the hell had that thought come from?) How had she not noticed that her co-captain was packing some rather impressive equipment under her skirt all this time?! Camila started to feel light-headed from shock and then she noticed what was in Lauren's other hand – a copy of Cheer magazine, open on a page with a large photo of…the Cheerios. Their squad. It was the last straw. Camila gasped loudly and all the bottles fell from her lifeless arms, landing on the floor with a loud clatter. Lauren froze and then slowly lifted her head to lock eyes with a blushing, trembling Camila.

Lauren couldn't believe it. Of all the people to discover her biggest secret, it was Camila. The person most likely to use this to destroy her. Lauren felt the beginning of tears prick the corner of her eyes – it just wasn't fair! She was usually so careful, but being surrounded by incredibly hot cheerleaders for hours on end was more than she could bear, she'd just needed some relief before she went crazy and now her life was over. Camila would make sure of that. She could see it now, the blonde gloating and tormenting her with the threat of revealing her secret. Or maybe she'd just be so disgusted that she'd tell everyone anyways. The sheer injustice of it suddenly morphed her fear and shame into white-hot rage. She noticed that the brunette's eyes were fixed on her still hard cock (after all, even thought the situation was humiliating, she did have the hottest cheerleader of them all standing right in front of her; staring at her dick) and before she knew it she was on her feet, pushing Camila against the lockers.

Camila thought that maybe she'd had a mini-stroke from shock. She didn't seem to be able to form a coherent thought – this was unbelievable blackmail material, she'd have complete control over Lauren; but she couldn't seem to kick-start her brain into action. The next moment she was completely distracted by a horrifying discovery – she was…she was wet. No no no no no! No way was she…turned on…by the revelation that her frienemy was some sort of biological freak! Camila was still feeling light-headed from shock and shame at her own arousal and thus didn't notice Lauren’s furious rush towards her until she felt the Latina's body hit her and send her crashing back into the lockers behind her. Before she could begin to process what was happening Lauren had her pinned against the lockers and she found herself nose-to-nose with the dark-haired girl as she watched the fury boiling in her eyes.

"What the fuck, Cabello? You think you can just come in and stare at my cock?! I don't remember giving a little bitch like you permission to drool over my dick!"

Lauren had worked herself up into a burning rage imagining the smirk on Camila's face when she realized what golden blackmail material she had, what power had been handed to her. A small part of her brain frantically questioned what the hell she thought she was doing speaking to Camila like that, that she was making an already really bad situation even worse but her reckless fury drowned that little voice of reason out. But as she glared angrily into Camila's eyes, sneering as she snarled insults at her, she noticed something unexpected in the wide brown eyes staring back at her.

It wasn't a vicious look of victory or even anger at Lauren's behavior – Camila's pupils were dilated with…arousal? A shark-like grin spread slowly across the Latina's face – maybe her life wasn't ruined after all. If she wasn't mistaken, it looked like she could get some and get even in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile Camila was struggling to catch up with what was going on, wondering when she had lost the power in this situation. Her HBIC instincts demanded that she take charge again and use this information to her benefit. So she tried to push Lauren off of her, but the slow throbbing between her legs meant her struggles were weak and unconvincing even to her, and they weren't fooling the Latina for a second. Still, she continued her half-hearted attempt to escape and even attempted to respond scathingly to Lauren's humiliating words:

"Get – get off of me, you freak!"

She gulped a little as she saw the fury flash in Lauren's eyes and before she knew it, the other girl had spun her around so her front was pressed up against the lockers, pulled her spankies half-way down her thighs and delivered a quick volley of hard smacks to her ass. Before Camila could stop herself her hips jerked and what was unmistakably a breathy moan fell from her lips. Her face burned with embarrassment and she could only pray that Lauren hadn't noticed.

No such luck. Lauren's evil grin had returned tenfold and she leaned in close; her body pressed up against the younger cheerleader's once more, her hard, throbbing dick nestling between Camila's ass-cheeks. Lips brushing against the trembling girl's ear, she whispered viciously:

"Well, well, well. Who's the freak now, Cabello? The girl with the dick or the girl who wants to take that cock like a whore?"

"I-I d-don't…"

Camila's blatant, unconvincing lie prompted Lauren to let out a dark chuckle, the sound of which sent shivers down the girl’s spine and pulsing through her pussy.

"Is that so? Well then, care to explain this, slut?"

Camila gasped and whined when Lauren ran her fingers along her soaking pussy then brought her hand so close to her fellow cheerleader's face that she could smell her own arousal. Camila slumped against the lockers, defeated. There was no point denying it anymore, the evidence was all over the Latina's hand and dripping down her own thighs. She wanted this. She wanted her co-captain, her frienemy, to fuck her with a cock she shouldn't even have. Her pulsing clit twitched each time Lauren called her a slut or a whore and she'd practically almost cum just from being spanked. She was tired of denying herself, tired of being the good Christian girl, tired of pretending that she didn't want it hard, rough and dirty.

Lauren's grin widened even more as she felt the exact moment of Camila's surrender.

"Yeah that's what I thought. Is this why you're captain of the Celibacy Club, Cabello? To try to hide what a dirty slut you really are?"

Camila whimpered at the words, not even noticing that her hips had begun to grind back against Lauren, pushing the other girl's hard cock deeper into the crack of her ass. She shivered again and felt more cum leak out of her when Lauren chuckled once more:

"Not very good at hiding it though, are you?"

Camila squirmed and panted, half-hypnotized by Lauren's husky, purring voice in her ear.

SMACK!

"Aaaaaaah!"

The brunette let out a loud moan when Lauren's hand once more made contact with her ass.

"I asked you a question, whore!"

Although the Latina's snarl made her weak at the knees, a small part of Camila remained defiant, tried to convince her that she should stop this delicious humiliation now but her body betrayed her once more –

"N-n-no…"

"No what?"

"No, I-I'm not very good at hiding it…"

Lauren, drunk on power, continued pushing the other girl; well aware of her state of arousal from the hot juices coating her balls where they brushed against Camila's pussy.

"Nuh-uh Camzy, use your words. What aren't you very good at hiding?"

With another gush of wetness, Camila gave in:

"I'm not very good at hiding what a dirty slut I am…"

Lauren internally crowed with gleeful victory at the smaller girl's whispered admission and then gathered herself: time to get things moving. Her cock was painfully hard and she was about to fulfill one of her biggest fantasies; she couldn't bear to wait any longer.

"Right, first things first: let's get those spankies and that skirt off, hmm? They're just going to get in the way, aren't they?"

Camila nodded weakly and reached down slowly to remove her skirt and pull her spankies down the rest of the way before kicking them off. This was actually going to happen. She wondered if she'd always wanted this or if the revelation of Lauren's…condition…had triggered some kind of primal need in her. She was torn from her musings when the girl behind her pushed her big, hard cock between her trembling legs and started rubbing the shaft back and forth between her pussy-lips.

The dark-haired cheerleader screwed her eyes shut at the exquisite sensation of Camila's hot cum coating her dick as she thrust backwards and forwards slowly, lubing herself up with the brunette's copious arousal.

Camila, meanwhile, had lost all pretense of control and was panting and starting to roll her hips in a desperate attempt to hump the thick cock rubbing slickly against her cunt. She suddenly froze and her breath caught in her throat when Lauren pulled back so that the head of her cock was pressed up against Camila's dripping, pulsing hole. She soon grunted in frustration when the other girl made no move to penetrate her. Fuck it – if that's what it took, she'd beg for it:

"Please…"

A delighted Lauren pulled back even further until her dick was no longer pressed to Camila's pussy. The brunette's willing submission was beyond her wildest dreams and she planned to take full advantage of it.

"Oh no, no, no, Camz. Only good sluts get their pussies fucked and you haven't proved that you're a good slut, have you? All you've shown me is that you're a filthy cockslut who tries to hide what a dirty fucking whore she is. And guess where dirty whores who need to learn their place get fucked?"

Camila's breath caught on her throat again as she realized what Lauren meant – and then closed her eyes in shame and arousal as both her pussy and asshole clenched in pleasure at the idea.

"Tsk, you've got a long way to go before you're a good slut. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Now, where do dirty whores get fucked, Camz?"

"I-I don't know…"

SMACK!

"Aaaaah fuck!"

"Good sluts don't lie, either. I think you do know."

Camila let go completely, quashing her horror at how kinky and dirty she was being.

"They-they get fucked…in the ass?"

"Very good! We'll make a good slut out of you yet! But first you have to take your punishment."

Lauren's eyes gleamed when she heard Camila mewl at her words and push her ass back towards her, searching desperately for her dick.

She slapped that tight ass once more then grabbed the brunette firmly by the hips, pushing her forwards until she was pressed completely against the lockers again. She then slid her hands down to Camila's ass-cheeks and spread them wide open.

"Alright, whore. My dick's all lubed up from your slut-juices but you need to get that slutty little hole of yours ready for me, don't you?"

Camila nodded her head dazedly, as if in a trance, and slid one hand down to her pussy, gasping as her fingers were instantly soaked with her arousal. She couldn't help rubbing her slippery clit, she needed it so bad, she was so ready, she knew it would only take a couple more seconds…

"Bad whore! Dirty bitches like you don't decide when they get to cum! You cum on my cock unless I say different!"

Lauren snarled as she snatched Camila's hand away and brought it behind the girl's back, forcing her fingers towards her quivering asshole. Camila whined and sobbed a little in frustration but she couldn't pretend that the rough treatment and dirty words didn't turn her on even more. Pussy pulsing and gushing at the thought of what she was doing, she slowly slid two of her cum-coated fingers into her tight back hole.

She was surprised that it didn't hurt more, but aside from some slight discomfort she found that if she took it slow she soon felt an indescribable pleasure that had her panting and grunting like some sort of animal. Lord, surely this wasn't supposed to feel this good! Soon her fingers were all the way in her ass and she started fucking her convulsing hole with them as best she could, getting more and more excited as she thrust faster and faster.

"Alright, that's enough!"

Lauren's order made her whine a little as she slowly pulled her fingers out of her ass and braced herself against the lockers with both hands.

With her hands once more pulling Camila's ass-cheeks apart, Lauren slowly drew the head of her cock down the crack of Camila's ass, leaving a trail of hot pre-cum.

"Uuuuuunnngghh!"

Camila moaned long and loud when the wet tip of Lauren's cock brushed against the sensitive skin of her puckered hole. She gasped and shuddered at the sensation of Lauren's pre-cum mixing with her own juices.

Lauren smirked at her reaction, although in truth she was having a hard time containing herself and had reached the very limit of her self-control – she grabbed the base of her dick and steadied herself as she slowly slid her throbbing cock-head into Camila's hot, tight asshole. Both she and the younger girl let out twin moans of ecstasy and the Latina's eyes rolled back in her head as she struggled not to cum on the spot when Camila clenched needily around her cock. She took a few deep breaths as she paused, scarcely able to believe this was actually happening. She was half-convinced that she was going to wake up at any moment and discover that this had been a particularly epic wet dream.

Camila, however, couldn't wait any longer. Although Lauren's cock was huge compared to the two fingers that she been fucking her own ass with (she blushed as she remembered her wanton behavior) she was desperate for more, the burn of being stretched wide from the inside driving her wild. Just like the sting of the spanking, the ache of taking Lauren in her ass was shooting jolts of pleasure up her spine, pulsing through her pussy and pounding into her clit. And Lauren hadn't even really gotten started yet…

"Laur…please…"

Lauren's hips jerked at the desperate plea, causing the blonde to let out an excited moan as more of the other girl's cock slid into her. Lauren took a deep, shaky breath before answering:

"God, you're hot when you're begging for it. Who knew Camila Cabello was such a dirty, desperate slut, hmm? What would everyone think if they saw you like this, begging and pleading for a big, hard cock up your ass? What would they all think if they saw the real Camila Cabello? Not the straight-A student, the Head Bitch In Charge but the real Camila: the filthy fucking whore who's creaming herself at the thought of taking it hard up the ass."

"Oooooh god please Laur I can't – I need more please please please! I-I need you, I need it! God I can't take it anymore, you're right, I'm a slut, a whore, just PLEASE fuck me!"

Lauren growled and finally gave them what they both wanted, and thrust the rest of her dick hard into the delicious tight heat of her friend's ass. The Latina's frantic moans were completely drowned out by Camila's loud howl of ecstatic satisfaction as she was finally filled and stretched. She couldn't stay still; her hips twitching and jerking while her hands scrabbled against the lockers, fingers clenching and unclenching. She could feel Lauren at least 8 inches up her ass and combined with the sensation of practically being split in two by the hard, throbbing girth of the older girl’s dick she felt like she'd completely lost control. Involuntary spasms shot through her body as she tried to adjust to the exquisite pleasure of being so fucking full. She could feel everything – she could even feel the slow, wet throb of the veins of the Latina's huge shaft as they pulsed against her insides. The loud, hungry moans that fell from her lips would have put a porn star to shame and she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait for the hard fucking she'd been promised.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too long as Lauren was just as desperate to get started; she'd just been taking a second to gather herself as the combination of the tight, hot clenching strangling her cock and the obscene noises coming from Camila threatened to overwhelm her and push her into an early orgasm. She took a deep breath and pulled back a little before slamming back in, immediately setting a brutal, unforgiving rhythm.

"OOOOOHH GOD YES! Uh-uh-uh-uh FUUUUCK! Oh god Laur that's – uuuunngghh – so goooood! Ah-ah-ah-oooooh fuuuckk!"

Camila's very loud shrieks and moans were mixing with the sound of her hips banging into the lockers as Lauren fucked her at a mind-blowing pace. She knew she'd be feeling sore in all kinds of places tomorrow but she didn't care – she just needed to keep feeling Lauren fucking her…up the ass…like a whore. Camila blushed and then moaned long and loud as her asshole clenched at her dirty thoughts. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, it was dirty and wrong but it just felt so fucking good! Camila's skin felt like it was on fire as mind-numbing pleasure radiated out from her stretched ass, racing through every part of her body as she pushed back against the girl behind her. The Latina's forceful pounding was lifting her up on her toes with every forward thrust, which only served to drive her down even deeper onto the other girl's cock every time she pulled back. It was all too much; and she felt a thundering wave of pleasure rising up in her:

"Shit Laur – aaaaah – Lauren, I think I'm gonna – OOOOH HOLY FUUUCK! I'm gonna cum! Fuuuuuck don't stop, it's soooooo good…"

"Yeah, I bet you are! Jesus, Cabello, you're such a dirty fucking slut! Listen to yourself: you're screaming and begging like a whore – you're so loud, I bet you want someone to hear you. Is that what you want, Camz? For someone to come in right now and see Camila Cabello panting and moaning like a bitch as she gets her ass pounded? Would you like that? OH FUUUCK you – aaah - you would like that, wouldn't you Camz? Don't try to lie, whore, I just felt you clench on my cock like a dirty, desperate slut!"

"OOOOOH SHIITTT! UUUUUUUGH! AH GOD I'M CUMMMMING YESSSSS! AAAAAAAAGGGHH!"

Camila couldn't hold back anymore – Lauren's dirty words had painted a picture in her head of herself getting caught taking it up the ass in the locker room and, to her eternal shame, that had been enough to trigger the most intense orgasm ever. She screamed and thrashed as her tight hole convulsed around Lauren's dick, white-hot ecstasy pounding though her until she could barely breathe. All she could feel was pleasure – her clit twitching and pulsing while her pussy clenched and gushed as Lauren kept up an inhuman pace; fucking her asshole into oblivion.

Lauren kept thrusting in on auto-pilot, eyes rolling back into her head as she gave in to her own orgasm, shooting her copious load into the brunette's spasming ass. She groaned and Camila screamed as her hot, thick cum started coating the other girl's insides, filling her up until the smaller girl’s asshole was overflowing and Lauren’s cum started leaking out already. Camila whimpered over and over as each hot rope splashed and spurted into her, the incredible feeling driving her into s series of paralyzing orgasms. Finally, with one last thrust, Lauren finished and pressed against her friend's back, panting but making no move to pull out. Camila was sure the only reason she herself was still upright was because Lauren still had her pinned against the lockers and firmly impaled on her cock. She squirmed as she felt the Latina's cum leak out of her asshole and slide down her thighs to mix with her own juices. As she slowly came out of the haze of her amazing orgasms, she didn't even have time to start feeling regret before she felt Lauren's cock hardening again, spreading and stretching her once more. She let out a surprised (and delighted) squeal as she felt the thick shaft swell even more inside her.

"Don't worry, Camz – I know that cockwhores like you need a lot of hard fucking til they're satisfied. And I'd like to find out just how much of a slut you can be – let's hear you beg for more, bitch!"

Lauren was sweating and still trembling a little but definitely up for at least another round. She was going to exploit this little opportunity for as long as she possibly could and it didn't seem like Camila had any objection to that – quite the opposite.

"Fuck Lauren – again! Pleeeaase I want more, FUCK you're so big! Please, please, please fuck me again!"

"Good slut," the Latina cooed in Camila’s ear, "you're finally learning. Now get yourself ready, you filthy little whore!"

Camila moaned in anticipation, anxiously awaiting whatever was coming next.

#lauren g!p #series #update #Locker Room Revelations

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