#please do not try to draw any conclusions from this about whatever fucking ‘team’ I’m on (we made a defamation case about teams?)😒

[whodarestoloveforever]

Imma just say something after what happened today.

I understand how fucking frustrating and mentally draining it can be when someone refuses to acknowledge anything that does not support their argument. They will not even show you the basic respect of considering, or even listening to the facts that support your argument, and it’s exhausting af.

I know how fucking hard it is to walk away from situations like those, especially if it affects you directly.

That being said, dragging someone’s mental health into it, threatening them, implying that something bad will happen to them because they disagree with you… that’s terrifying and fucked up. If you stop attacking the argument and start attacking the person, it’s not gonna help you feel any better.

Calling those who disagree with you:

“Severely mentally ill”

“Ret*rded”

“Psychotic”

Saying to people:

“Please fucking kill yourself immediately.”

“Hope you fucking die a painful death :)”

“You will rot in hell for eternity I can’t wait”

“Hope you choke and die on your own vomit”

And the one that irks the fuck outta me:

“You’re going to die soon.”

Shit’s not good y’all. Sometimes you need to walk away. My mind automatically goes to worst case scenario, but what if something happened to the person on the receiving end of “kill yourself” or “you’re gonna die soon”? Whoever sent that could be so fucked.

Today was emotional, regardless of what “side” you were on. Don’t let your emotions get in the way of saying dangerous shit.

#tw abuse #tw rape #love and support to all survivors from a survivor myself #I am a survivor of r*pe #I am a survivor of ab*se #fun fact: read this as if I agree with side A and then read it again as if I agree with side B. Makes sense either way right? ok cool. #notice how I never said if I agreed or disagreed with what happened today? #it’s because I don’t want fucking death threats from anyone lmao #please do not try to draw any conclusions from this about whatever fucking ‘team’ I’m on (we made a defamation case about teams?)😒 #don’t assume I’m on one side just because I’m female #and don’t assume I’m on one side…because I refuse to disclose what ‘side’ I’m on like really? lmao #and all y’all stop sending fucking death threats to anyone you disagree with 😒 #I really didn’t want to say anything about this…but the ‘you’re gonna die soon’ honestly fucked me up I’m still getting chills from it :/ #AH v JD

[nomoregoldfish]

Imagine catching Amado building secret airport in the jungle; Enemies to friends /w benefits (2/2)

This one goes out of my hands. I don’t even know what kind of monster it is now, smh. The formatting seems screwed up. Please read it on AO3 if you want. Again, if tubmlr flag the gif below, I’LL RIOT.

"Is this a date? What's the dress code? Cargo pants don't count." Amado sounds flirty when you call him the other day. It's not really his fault because you are the one who asks him out.

Since the formidable drug trafficker hasn't sent any sicario to make you disappear, you figure you still have chances to make him reconsider the plan of building an airport. You're willing to do whatever it takes to save the jungle and the ruins.

Plus seeing Amado again is not a bad idea.

You can't justify why you ignore your go-to outfit including cargo pants. Instead, you put on your tightest jeans.

You pick up Amado at four in the morning. The tall man looks sleepy and slightly confused, which is kinda cute. You offer him black coffee in your vacuum bottle. 

After the first sip, Amado turns to you with his misty down-turned eyes, "No cargo pants today?" You try not to smile, "Shut up."

You're taking him to the Palenque ruins, another Mayan site in Chiapas, just few hours drive away.

You manage to get there before the sunrise. The site hasn't opened yet but you know a secret route because you also worked on the excavation project there. 

"You have a thing for sneaking in, uh, Ms. Geologist?" You shouldn't encourage him but whatever, the banter is... fun. 

Walking with Amado in the dense mountain forest actually is a perfect date in your dictionary. Your shoes are wet with morning dew but nobody cares. Listen to birds chirping and fogs croaking in the dim light. 

"You're really not afraid of darkness, are you?" Amado sounds genuinely curious. "Why would I be? I worked on this site for years, I've known the whole place by heart." He nods, like some acknowledgement.

It's almost dawn, you look at the tinted horizon when you reach the top of the mountain. The entire ancient city of Palenque is quiet and peaceful wrapped in the jungle, reminds you why you chose what you do with your life.

"I want to show you something." It's the Temple of the Inscriptions, one of the most iconic Mayan architecture lightened up by the morning sun. Starting from the history, you explain to Amado not only the symbolic significance of the temple and the secret tomb inside, but also the epic war Emperor Pakal waged against Yaxchilán. 

Amado doesn't stop you. You keep talking, sharing your involvement in those excavation projects with him, how excited you are when a new site is discovered, how proud you felt for your team when Palenque was recognized as World Heritage Site not long ago, which meant more funds, more human resources, and better equipment for all scientists working on it for years. You want to continue to study the whole area, even several rival/ally sites in Guatemala and Belize, to find more satellite cities, battlefields, to be able to define the border of those ancient powerhouses and finally draw a map of the mysterious kingdom.

He looks at you like you're some kind of heroine. It's heartwarming but you're not sure, "So, what do you think?"

Amado's playing coy, but you're persistent. "Come on. I'm a geologist. I can't hire assassins. What else am I supposed to do to make you change your mind? Put on my most expensive dress, show off my ass, wine and dine you?"

"Though I'd love to see you in a nice dress, jeans are great, too." The northern banditote smirks, eyeing your lower body, "Plus the whole speech, I told you I love it when you talk about your job. You seem to know exactly what you're doing."

Amado doesn't promise anything. He says he'll figure something out.

You exhale deeply. At least the guy listened, you appreciate it. 

Then you find out there's nothing left in your vacuum bottle, the fucker drank all your coffee, "How am I supposed to drive back without any coffee in my system?"

Amado pulls you in for a kiss, warm and tastes much better than your shitty coffee. The fresh stubble overnight of his stings and it feels so good, you can't help cupping his face and kissing back. 

Then he announces he'd drive if you just say "El Señor de los Cielos, please." You tell him to fuck off but toss the car key to him anyway.

You haven't contacted each other after that for a while. You tell yourself it's nothing. It's not like you two have had something. 

You send people every week to monitor the construction of the airport from a hidden spot on the mountain. Meanwhile you complete the scan of the area surrounding the soon-to-be airport and find a possible target. You have to be on the ground again to confirm it. 

Unluckily you break your ankle one day in the jungle. And you don't want to put any colleague's life at risk to get near the cartel's territory. You decide to wait on Amado, you believe he's a man of his words. 

Amado surprises you one night at your camp. He jokes that a geologist can sneak into a drug cartel's property, it'd be humiliating if he doesn't return the favor. His face and neck are perfectly tanned, you want to immerse yourself in that hot chocolate. You almost jump out of excitement because you haven't seen Amado for a month. Then you remember you're confined to your desk and seat due to the injury. 

"You're expecting someone else? Ms. Geologist." Amado sounds a bit down. "I..." You want to ask him so many things. Has he figured it out? Who is in charge of the airport when he's away? And where has he been? Why does it take him so long to come back? Maybe minus the last question. It'd sound desperate. 

He says he flies from Juaréz, "One of the longest domestic flights," he claims as looking around your tent office, sketches and maps scattered all the place. When his eyes meet yours again, it's so gentle, full of fondness.

"You only want to talk about business?" He's getting close, "I just fly almost 2,000 miles and you're not even standing up. Look who's more cold-blooded than drug traffickers."

Before you realize what happens, Amado lowers his body and carries you off the chair. He doesn't touch your ankle but it still hurts when you're suddenly moved.

Amado finds out. The man in black examines your injury carefully. You never saw him so concerned before. He quickly comes to the conclusion that your injury is worse than it looks and needs better treatment. 

No, you're not gonna leave your job. You have papers to write, new budget to apply, more areas to explore. Slowly it'd recover.

"Don't you want to wade across rivers, trek through jungles, and climb mountains again? If you love your job so much, you have to get better treatment, immediately! And take some good rest. Give it a few more weeks? Oh God, you're insane." He's so mad at you.

You finally agree, and Amado insists on carrying you again to his vehicle. You know it's not your priority right now but holy fuck, he's fucking built. And you're inches away from his big nose which you've had a crush on for a while.

He's gonna fly you to the state capital Tuxtla Gutiérrez.

"You don't fly 2,000 miles just to see me, do you?" You poke him during the flight, sitting next to the sexy pilot in the cockpit is a treat. 

"Dear Ms. Geologist, remember I have a job, too?"

The pain is getting worse, Amado notices it then hands you a joint from nowhere. You're about ask whether it's legal to have weed on the plane, then you realize you're with a real drug dealer. "Not to bad to have a narcos friend, huh?" OK, you gives him that as the weed kicks in. 

"So now we're friends?" You're obviously high, and bold. Because you find your hand dangerously near his groin for no reason, fumbling. "I always wanted to touch it." You giggle. 

Amado politely removes your hand and tells you to behave.

"You know what? You could've been the most popular guy at our camp. Someone might trade blowjobs for your weed since we're just low-paid scientists and assistants." You're high like a kite.

You also "threaten" if Amado extends any further in the jungle to build more airport facilities when you're put away, you swear to God you'll...

"You'll what? Shut up and rest, cabrón. Or I'll take you directly to DF, better physicians there anyway."

And the fucker did, a day after a Chiapas physician suggests you seek the best orthopedic treatment in DF for speedy recovery.

Then Amado disappears again. You know he's probably running a drug cartel in the north, and only checking in on their hidden project near the southern border once a month or two. It's the way it is. Your lives only collide when it's meant to be. There's no fucking way you two see each other like normal people do. 

You still miss Amado, miss the banter, even his northern accent. 

During the two-month therapy in DF, you receive reports that the airport is completed, and the potential target site nearby is now a giant warehouse. You also learn a big donation is made specifically to the Yaxchilán excavation project, of course, anonymously.

That's what Amado meant by "figuring something out." You're not even mad. What's the alternate outcome when you're up against the narcos? Report it? The entire cabinet is probably in their pocket. You should be relieved that no one ends up dead during the little stupid game you played.

You can't even return the drug money because, a) you can't tell anyone where it's from; b) INAH's been underfunded for decades, the project fucking needs it, so do your colleagues.

You call that number again after you get back to the ground. You don't know how to end this, or is there anything to end? 

"Come over next weekend, I'll be there and I can explain." Amado sounds poised and calm, like he always does.

You tell yourself to keep it civil. This is a losing battle since day one.

Amado meets you in front of a warehouse, he looks great, all charming smile and open arms. All you can think of is the location of the warehouse, it must be the one. Most likely it's being buried.

"You bring flowers, how nice." It's the white birds of paradise, which suits him, El Señor de los Cielos. You tell him you're grateful for the injury advice he insisted.

"Can I show you something?" Amado opens the door of the warehouse. It all feels like yesterday, when you showed him the sunrise at Palenque, talking about your future plan. How naive were you.

Some jaw-dropping scene in front of you. The entire site of ruins, intact, locked inside the warehouse with minimal structure to shield from the rain and sunshine.

"What? You thought I'm gonna show you cocaine? No offense, baby, you can't afford the Colombian white magic. This is all you get, some fucking broken rocks with barely recognizable inscriptions." The bastard shrugs.

How did he find this site? "Sorry. Let's say I accidentally took a copy of your scan map last time at your camp, when you were busy with your ankle problem." You fucking knew it, it's never what it looked like when it comes to Amado Carrillo Fuentes.

Yet you can't believe what you just see. It is NOT real. It can't be.

That's when harsh reality kicks in. It always starts with a but. "You can't work on it, not now." Amado explains the situation and his plan for your ruins, which he thinks it's better to keep them under the radar for now. No tomb raider would dare to approach it, you can work on many other sites first.

"Then what?" You keep digging. Amado sighs, giving you a melancholy smile, "This line of work doesn't tend to last very long. It will be yours one day. Before that, it's completely safe. You have my word." 

Amado's kind of.... correct, and practical to be honest. INAH doesn't have enough resources for thousands of projects. Even with the hard work you and your colleagues pulled, it's estimated less than 10% of the total area of Palenque was explored and partially restored.

You carefully examine the site, making notes and sketches to create a hasty profile.

Amado focuses on something else, "It seems you walk just fine. Fully recovered, no rush? Good. And has your budget been approved? Got more money? I mean, the efficiency of any bureaucratic system is questionable in this country. If it still falls short, I can...." 

You can't tell if he's been an asshole or a saint, God forbid.

"For fuck's sake, I don't want your fucking money. I just, I want...." You turn around, look defeated, "Your dick, OK? Who cares about your dirty drug money? You Sinaloan monkey!"

Amado bursts into laughter, "Why don't you take both, dear Ms. Geologist?" He put your hand below his belt buckle, "I think you made it very clear last time."

"It's your fucking nose, narizón." You gently caress it, and he's getting hard beneath the fabric and it's fucking huge.

You're on your knees, trying to take Amado's full length in. Fuck, it's difficult. You're embarrassed and he's like "Shhh, it's okay, baby."

Instead, Amado's going down on you, making your knees weak af. You have to grab the stones to stand still. 

Amado eating your out with patience, salt and pepper stubble rubbing against the most sensitive part of your body which gives you more trouble, and fingering you at the same fucking time. Let that sink in for a moment.

You don't stand a chance, you come so hard.

Amado's taking you from behind, big hands on your hips to keep you still against the ancient structure. Rock into you with deep, short thrusts. You're wet for him like rivers during monsoon season. 

Your legs are shaking when he hits right at the spot again. "Wanna to make a good girl like you squirm and scream." Fuck, Amado always gets what he desires as he pulls you hair up, leaving hickeys on your neck while he fucks you thoroughly.

The best orgasm through your whole life. And the fucker is proud of it, "Told you. You'd better take both, baby. The green and the big D."

Does it mean you really gonna take money from narcos? This is so fucked up. 

Later Amado fixes you some nice margarita, casually asking if you want to join him for a business trip to Belize the next day. "I have to buy some stuff in Belmopan. Maybe we can stop by Lamanai with my private jet after that if you'd like."

How the fuck does he know you wanted to visit the Mayan ruins in a remote foreign town for years? 

The concern becomes less shocking when you see Amado buy a bunch of Boeing 727s in Belmopan like a Sunday grocery run.

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #amado carrillo fuentes #this is getting ridiculous

[fullmetalscullyy]

a conspiracy theory - chapter 12

co-written by @snowdog49 and @jeanhaavoc

summary:  Detective Roy takes on a challenging task… To find Olivier Armstrong’s sword. However, he has a beautiful woman to distract him along the way. Will he, Jean, and Ed be able to find the sword in time, or will they succumb to the conspiracy?

warning: graphic depictions of violence

tags: conspiracy, pining, unresolved sexual tension, private detective au, royai, havolina, mystery, violence, modern au, coffee shops

rated: m | words: 3675

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The air conditioning in the car was refreshing compared to the hot fall that they were experiencing. Roy checked his shoulder holster again, like a nervous tic. Jean noticed because he snorted a laugh and looked back at the building.

“It’s going to be fine.” He took a draw from his cigarette. “I’m doubting you’re going to end up in a shootout in King Bradley’s uptown office.” He blew smoke out the window and rubbed his nose. 

Roy turned to look out of his window. There were businessmen mostly outside. A few men walking together, talking about some nonsense. There was a woman with three kids heading in the direction of the museum, and a young man with a brown messenger bag riding a bike down the road. It was normal. It was as normal as you got. He searched the area once more, and then again, looking for anything out of the ordinary, and found nothing. He looked at the alley ahead of them. It was clear and not one vehicle traveled down it. He wasn’t going to get another shot like this. Although he’d done crazier stuff, Riza was involved in this one, and Roy’s stomach turned at the thought of it going so badly that it affected her.

“You’re going to be fine. What are you scared of?” 

Roy turned to look at his companion. “I’m not scared. I don’t get scared.” He opened the door.

“You’ve gone over this enough times, you probably could write a book on it.” 

Roy glared. “If Riza’s information is correct, and she plays her part, we won’t have any problems. If the police show up, drive away and leave me here.” He looked at the building. “I will just… go to jail… or something,” he muttered, then frowned to himself.

“Whatever you say, Chief.” 

Roy glared. “You could at least pretend to be loyal.” He didn’t particularly care for Jean’s throwaway attitude.

Jean grinned, cigarette hanging from his teeth. He had no guilt nor shame.

“You have a badge,” Jean laughed. “And you’re there on official business.” 

Roy got out of the car, leaned on it as he peered inside. “Stealing something back is not ‘official business.’” He nodded towards the alley. “Don’t be late.” 

Jean gave him a lazy salute and Roy shut the car door. He opened the door of the office building, climbing the stairs. It wasn’t gilded as Roy expected. It was plain, beige halls with a dark wood trim. There was a long hallway, just as Riza had explained. Her office was close to the front. He could see her door with “accountant” on it. Bradley’s was in the back on the corner. It was the best lit room, with windows to the street and alley. There was a smiling face greeting him at the desk in the entranceway, and Roy nodded with a sincere smile. 

“I’m here to talk to Mr. Bradley,” he stated. “I’m Detective Mustang.” 

The lady nodded. “We’ve been expecting you. I will call him up.” She offered him a chair nearby her desk.

Roy turned to sit, taking a deep breath. This was easy. This was so easy, it wasn’t. 

“Detective Mustang,” a booming voice greeted. Roy stood up to see Bradley standing at the entrance to the hallway, open arms, and a large smile. “This must be important if you needed a meeting right away.” 

“Yes, Sir,” Roy nodded. “It is.” 

“Come back to my office, and we can talk,” Bradley waved his hand over his shoulder to lead Roy down the hall. “What’s all this about? Please tell me you’ve found the sword.” 

Roy chuckled and shook his head. “Unfortunately, we haven’t.” 

They walked into the office and Roy made a quick sweep. It was exactly how Riza described it. He didn’t let his eyes linger on the cabinet in which the sword slept. “At least you have a nature painting in this office,” Roy chuckled, pointing to a painting on the wall with three wolves and a man on horseback. 

Bradley nodded. “I try to keep this place professional so as to not disrupt the mind and be distracted with personality.” He sat down at his desk, waving Roy to follow suit. “Tell me what’s going on, Mr. Mustang?” 

Roy sat down and crossed his legs. “My team and I have come to the conclusion that the theft of the sword was an attack on the Armstrong family. A personal attack.” 

He watched as Bradley’s face woke up to the surprise. 

“We expect there to be a ransom shortly.” 

“This far out?” Bradley frowned. “I’d imagine a ransom would come right away.” 

Roy shook his head. “This is just our suspicion. We think they’re waiting for the case to die down so as to not attract the police’s attention.” 

The tall man nodded, stroking his moustache. 

“Considering that the attack was on a prominent family, my team and I have a foreboding sense that they will be after you too.” 

“Me?” His eyebrows shot up in his surprise.

Roy nodded. “Do you have any personal items that could be used against you?” 

Bradley looked baffled and shook his head. “I do, but they are not out in the open, like Olivier’s sword always was.” 

Roy rubbed his chin and looked down. “We are still working on the links, and I do believe that my co-worker is onto something. We should have results within the next week if we are correct.” 

Bradley’s face turned serious and he nodded. “I will be sure to keep my family close if you think they could be in danger too.” 

“I do think it’s related to an item.” Roy raised a finger. “I have been in constant contact with my source in the black market. If things calm down, it’s almost certain that if it’s not ransomed, it will be on the black market. We are playing a waiting game. I would encourage that there be no more parties to avoid anything of extreme value of yours to be in danger.” 

Roy watched as Bradley started to play with his ring and nodded slowly, looking at the large painting. 

As expected, a knock on the door broke the two of their concentration. 

“Come in,” Bradley commanded. Minutely, his eyebrows drew downwards. He wasn’t pleased at the interruption.

“Mr. Bradley,” Riza stepped in.

Roy swallowed shallowly and fought the smile that crept its way to him. He needed to remain professional, no matter how much he wanted to turn to greet her. He had to look seriously at her and pay her little mind.

“I was working on…” She looked at Roy and then back at Bradley, “one of the accounts information has escaped me.” She smiled innocently. “I know it’s in the safe, and I don’t mean to bother you, but I’d rather get this done sooner rather than later.” 

He frowned and sighed heavily. “You should have this on file.” He stood up and walked around the desk. 

“I think I shredded it for confidentiality.” She stepped out into the hallway. “I know Mattison is very particular about their accounts.” 

Roy nodded internally at Mattison Drilling Company. Bradley had been buying their equipment. Riza mentioned that the account information was never kept on hand. Bradley was paying them in cash and it was going to an offshore account for tax reasons. Of course, Riza wasn’t supposed to know any of this. 

“You’re right,” Bradley grumped. “If you don’t mind,” he said to Roy, his tone much more agreeable. “I’ll just be a second.” 

Roy waited till the door had closed, counted to ten, then got up and made a beeline to the cabinet. When he went to open it, it was locked. Riza didn’t say it was going to be locked. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. He had just a few minutes to spare. He turned to open the drawers of Bradley’s desk, carefully and quietly, as he scanned through one drawer for a key. Nothing. His stomach tightened. He pulled open a second drawer, moving a few files to the side to see if it was at the bottom. Nothing. The pen drawer was next. He moved the pens and letter opener around, growling as he did so. They were so screwed. This unforeseeable hiccup was going to ruin the plan. Solf Kimblee would get the sword on Saturday and Marcoh would be assassinated. And, because it sounded ludicrous and the police chief was paid off, chances were against them that they would even take into account Roy's plea for help. He had to do this.

Roy spun in place, looking quickly around the area. He turned back to the cabinet itself, looking in a basket and between the books. 

“Mr. Bradley,” he heard the receptionist call down the hall. 

Roy stood up straight and dashed to his chair pulling out his notebook to look inconspicuous. Sweat pooled on his brow. This was his one shot, and it was almost blown! His fingers gripped his pen tightly.

“Can this wait?” Roy heard him call back down to her. 

A muffled reply and footsteps trailed down the hall. Roy was up in a flash, taking a second sweep of the room. There was a shelf on the wall. He reached over to it, standing up on his toes to see if the key was sitting on the shelf. It wasn’t. As he turned, he brushed his shoulder against the coat rack, hearing a jingle from within the pocket. He quickly reached into it, fumbling to grasp them. 

He heard Bradley laughing and saying something else. There weren’t footsteps though, not yet. 

Roy rushed over to the cabinet, looking through the keys and praying to any God that listened that the correct one would be there. A small brass key stood out and he pressed against the lock with shaking hands. The key went in, and with a turn it clicked unlocked. There, just as Riza has said, the sword was perched. He grabbed it and took long strides to the window. He, again, fumbled to get the window open, hearing Bradley laugh again. Roy’s ears strained to listen for footsteps. The window opened, being propped up. Roy slid the sword out, taking a peek down to see a blonde head below him smoking. He felt sweat dripping down his temple as he whistled. Jean looked up, Roy dropped the sword. 

“I completely agree,’ Bradley said seriously, a few steps being heard. “If you don’t mind, let me finish this meeting, then I will be happy to sit down and talk with you.”

Roy slipped the window closed, turning to dive silently for the cabinet. A few more footsteps. He counted them, hearing them get closer to the door. 

Roy turned the brass key, locking the cabinet, but he knew he wasn’t going to get the keys to the coat in time. Instead, he shoved them in his pocket and slid into his seat. He crossed his legs and opened his notebook with pen in hand, swiping across his brow and down his temple. He quickly scribbled something on his paper, pretending that he’d been doodling the entire time. It looked like one of the fir trees in Bradley’s painting.

“My deepest apologies,” Bradley said as he opened the door. “Today is a busy day. I’m sure your Fridays can be hectic too.” 

Roy turned and chuckled. “Trying to wrap up loose ties before the weekend? I completely understand,” he assured him.

Roy put the notebook in his lap and watched the thickly built man sit at his desk, brushing his moustache with his fingers. “As you were saying?” Bradley prompted.

“I don’t want to pry for a description of articles that would need to be protected. I did, however, want to offer you private security.” Roy chuckled to himself. “I did offer it to the Armstrongs, but you know how they are. They were quick to dismiss me, with Olivier telling me to find my sword or get out of the way for a professional.” 

“She is quite forward, isn’t she?” Bradley huffed a laugh. “She can be very intimidating when she’s not getting her way.” He nodded his head, putting his forearms on the desk. “That’s what I’d expect from a woman who was Daddy’s favorite.” 

Roy’s eyebrows rose. 

“That’s why she inherited the sword,” Bradley added, as if it was obvious. “It wasn’t because of her military service.” 

Roy tapped his pen against his knee. “That makes more sense than I thought. Thank you.” He coughed and uncrossed his legs. “As I was saying, I have a good friend who offers private security. I’d be happy to have him take a look around your property or stand post while you are gone or when you need him to, just to be sure of your assets.” 

Bradley held up his hand and shook his head with a kind smile. “That’s not necessary. I will watch and I promise to give you a call the second something doesn’t seem right.” 

Roy bowed his head. “I’m just looking out for you,” he placated. Roy stood, putting the pen in his pocket, letting the notebook fall from his knee and under the eve of the large desk. “I won’t keep you. Your busy Friday can go along without me in your hair.” 

Bradley stood up and walked over to him. He opened the office door and stepped into the hallway with Roy. “I know this case has been going on too long, but I do have faith that you will find and apprehend the criminal,” he assured Roy as they walked. “I’ve heard nothing but great things about your firm.” 

Roy turned and stuck his hand in his pocket. He patted the other pocket, then the first one again. “Oh! I’m sorry!” He turned. “I’ll be right back. I left my notebook.” 

Bradley went to say something, but Roy quickly left him at the front. Once in the doorway, he turned, taking the keys from his pocket and sliding them into the coat. Then took two steps to pick up his notebook. With another turn on his toe, he came from the office, still seeing Bradley at the end of the hall, talking with the receptionist. 

“All this stress,” Roy ran his hand through his hair. “I think I need a vacation.” 

Bradley patted his back. “Don’t we all? Well, I do have property in the south. You should see it sometime. Do you like to hunt? 

Roy nodded. “I’ve been out a few times.” 

“We should go. I have some wheat fields down there that the deer love to graze in. There are some big bucks down south.” 

Roy reached out to shake the man’s hand. “I would like that.” 

“You have a great day, Detective Mustang. Be safe.” 

“Have a good day, Sir,” Roy replied and turned to leave the office but came nose to nose with a man just an inch taller than he. 

He had a plain face with harsh eyes but a mischievous smile. It was a dangerous look; very dangerous. His long black hair was pulled back, slicked so that the hair easily flowed down his back. The smile curled wider as he held out his thin hand. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Detective Mustang. My name is Solf Kimblee.” 

Roy’s skin instantly scrawled and the hair on the back of his neck screamed Roy to step back from him. Instead, he held his ground and accepted the handshake. “Nice to meet you. Are you meeting with King Bradley or do you just hang out here for the pretty ladies?” Roy glanced at the receptionist with a charming grin. 

She giggled before Solf chuckled. “Mr. Bradley and I have some business to attend to.” 

 Bradley nodded as he stepped next to Roy. “We shouldn’t wait. I’m sorry for the delay, Solf.” 

Solf squinted his eyes as he stepped up, next to Roy. “It’s always easier to get the mission completed with a team that’s willing to work so hard for you, isn’t it, Detective Mustang?” 

His shoulders and back stiffened. “A good team always helps,” he said quietly, watching as Solf walked by him and down the hall after Bradley. 

He needed to get out, and fast. 

He wouldn’t stop to breathe till he got to the car. Roy fell into the passenger seat and gasped for air. “That man is intimidating to say the least.” He turned to Jean. “Please tell me you didn’t drop it.” 

Jean jerked his thumb into the back seat. “Who do you take me for? I’m a professional, I'll have you know.” 

Roy glanced back to see the sword sitting on the back seat. He had it. He finally had it. “Ms. Olivier is going to be very happy to see this again.” 

“Marcoh is going to love you even more once he finds out you saved his life.” Jean lit up another cigarette. Roy was certain it was his third one. “We’re still not going to tell him?” 

“If he knows, he’s bound to give away the plan.” 

“Bradley’s going to know that it was stolen, and he’s going to know it was you.” Jean started the car and put it into drive.

“I met Solf Kimblee.” Roy rubbed his face with both hands. 

“You have got to be kidding me!” Jean almost drove into another car. 

“I think he’s onto us.” Roy choked out as he grabbed onto the door handle tightly to brace himself.

Jean laughed nervously as his hands gripped the steering wheel. “At least he won’t kill you until after Marcoh.” 

“That gives me a few days to live.” Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Once Ed has the information in a proper report, we can get the documents to the government officials and justice will be served to Raven and Bradley. We just have to get to Monday.” 

“Not even City Police will see it coming.” Jean laughed. “This is getting kind of fun.” 

Roy huffed and looked out the window, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button. “Just until Monday,” he muttered to himself.

*           *           *

Rebecca barely looked up when Roy and Jean walked through the door. “How was it?” she asked, continuing to type on her computer as if they were out for tea. 

“That was the biggest rush I’ve had in a long time,” Jean grinned. 

“You?” Roy turned with big eyes. “All you did was catch the fucking sword!” 

“See,” Ed leaned back in his office chair. “You can have fun doing illegal stuff!” 

Roy growled as he rubbed his forehead, not wanting to admit that Edward was correct. “Do you have that report written?” 

“Almost,” Ed slammed his seat upright and he turned to the computer. “I’ve gotten most of the information compiled.” 

“Just make sure you have evidence for it,” he instructed. “There can be no guessing or assumptions.” 

Ed nodded with a surefire grin and continued to type away on his own computer. 

Roy put the sword down on Rebecca’s desk and made his way to his own. “We can’t tell Olivier where it came from. Not yet.” 

Rebecca stopped typing and turned in her chair. “You’re going to return the sword so soon?” 

Roy nodded. “I will take it to her tomorrow. But if I tell her where it came from, I’m worried things will escalate too fast.” 

“I think you should tell her,” Rebecca argued. “Just explain to her that things are under investigation and you’d rather keep it quiet until the authorities have apprehended Bradley.” 

Roy rubbed his chin, dipping his head as he thought. 

“The last thing we need is Olivier to think that we are harboring the criminal.” 

Roy nodded slowly after some time. “I think you’re correct.” He looked over to the sword. “But we need a plan for the rest of this.”

“The rest of this is getting a case against Raven and Bradley and turning it into the officials.” Jean raised his eyebrow and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. 

“We have to ensure that Solf doesn’t actually get to Marcoh.” Roy argued.  

“We can just turn in this information,” Ed pointed to his computer. “We can go to the police.” 

“Yeah. Because going to the police and telling them a sword that was the key to a secret organization was going to let a murderer into a secret club, and then allow said murderer to assassinate a senator, is a grand idea.” Roy pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned loudly. “They might increase security, but it’s not going to help.” 

“Don’t you have a friend in the police?” Rebecca asked Roy. 

He nodded. “But it’s still not enough for him to even do anything. It’s a conspiracy in a conspiracy. It’s like we dreamt this up. It’s too convoluted. We could go to Marcoh…” 

“If he didn’t go to the meeting, then he can’t get assassinated,” Ed lifted his hands in victory over the problem. 

Jean shook his head. “He’s still in trouble. At least at the meeting, there are other people.” 

Roy sat up straight and pointed to Jean. “Kimblee doesn’t have the key to get into the club, but we need to make sure he doesn’t get in. Jean, you follow him on Saturday, see if he does go into the building.” 

Jean grinned widely. “That’s what I do best.” 

“If he gets into the building without the key, we can confirm that he’s going to assassinate Senator Marcoh. I can call him and order a last minute meeting with him.” 

They all nodded. 

“We can’t get too much information out. We have to collect it just right. Once we have it, I can call my buddy in the police and we can arrest him.” 

“So,” Ed leaned against the desk. “Are we taking Kimblee down now too?” 

Roy looked seriously at Edward, his protégé. “We are going to take all of them down.” 

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Levi X reader  - I am all yours - Part 1

Please be aware there is swearing from the outset and suggestive themes. I hope you like, this is only the second fanfic I have put up on here, so please bare with me. Please let me know what you think, Im happy for critique and anything that will help the story and my writing. If you like give me a fav or a comment. I do love hearing back from you! Part 1 It was cold, for some reason, it was always cold here, even when the sun was shining. Maybe it was just you, maybe you felt the cold more than anyone else, still, it would feel good to feel warm once in a while. You sigh, feeling like you had been here forever, but that wasn't reality, in fact, you had only been here a matter of months. You had only been with the survey corps with the new influx of trainees, not like you really wanted to be here. Mostly everyone paid no attention to you, let alone be nice, but that was how you liked it. You shiver and break away from your thoughts. It was your turn to muck out and groom the horses, a job that you particularly hated. As much as it was nice to ride them, cleaning them was another matter. You continue to groom one of the horses, you believed it to be Captain Ackerman's. Well, that was someone, up his own ass, good in a fight but hell was he a stuck up prick. He had already shown you how much he disliked you. From day one he was full of venom towards you. You knew that he was like with that with everyone, but it seemed like it was particularly vicious in your direction. A couple of the others had mentioned it, in fact, that was how the few people who did talk to you, introduced themselves. Your only collective conclusion was that he didn't like your face. Well, you didn't like his either, even if it was very defined and had the illusion that his skin was the perfection of porcelain. Mr bloody perfect. “You, (last name).” You look up. “Please tell me why a brat like you is touching my horse?” You move away from the horse catching the Captain's icy glare. From up close he was actually pretty short for a guy. You snigger internally. “Answer me!” He moves a few steps closer, arms folded and looks at you as if you are the muck you have been shovelling. “I was asked to clean the horses. That's what I am doing” You answer frostily. “...Sir” You frown, not knowing what he meant. “You address me as Sir, idiot.” You notice that even though his words are infuriated, his face remains deadpan, almost unaffected by the conversation. “Sir.”  You didn't want to respond, but then you didn't want the aggro either. You should have learnt from the last time you spoke back to him and had to sleep in the shed for two nights with only one blanket. You knew full well that he was always prepared to punish your back chat, but he riled you up so much, you couldn't help but lash back out at him. You sigh again. “So do you want me to groom your horse or not..... Sir?” You questioned him, voice dripping with sarcasm . As soon as the words left your mouth, he was next to you and grabbed your chin roughly. “Answer me like that again brat, and you will fucking live to regret it.” You stagger backwards escaping from his grasp, his voice was like acid, and you truly believed that he would do as he said. You relented your attitude, and bow your head with a nod. “Tsk.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the stables. You breathe a sigh of relief and get back to work. You hear another set of footsteps approach you, you groan as you think that it is the Captain coming back to have another rant at you. “I'm NOT interested!” You thought to pre-empt him. “Huh?” That voice wasn't the Captains. You move out from behind the horse to see another cadet. “Hey (first name), what was up with Levi? What did you do now? He looked super pissed when he walked out of here.” It was Eren, he seemed nice, apparently, he could shift into a titan. Well, he looked normal enough, you couldn't tell he was hiding a monster inside of him. He had been one of the only ones that made the effort to talk to you, and for that, you were somewhat grateful. “Oh hi, Eren. He was just bitching something or other about me touching his horse. No biggy.” Eren looked shocked. You smile at him warmly. “What? He as a major stick up his ass, he needs bringing down a peg or two.” “You have a death wish” He laughs, you like it, his face is pretty cute when he smiles. “It was nice knowing you.” You cock your head to look at him. “He can't be that bad, I'm sure his bark is worse than his bite.” Eren raises his eyebrows at you but says nothing. It's like he knows something but won't tell you. “Anyway, we have training in a minute, Hanji asked me to come and get you.” You had forgotten about that after your altercation with Captain Ackerman. You set down your brushes and follow him out. “What is his problem?” You ask as you fasten your pace to catch up with him. Eren shrugs and doesn't offer you an answer. “Fine, whatever.” You weren't going to waste any more breath on him today. Funnily enough, you were quite happy that the training grounds meant you wouldn't have to see him again today. You walked out onto the training field and saw everyone else already set up ready to go. “Jaeger! (Last name)! You are Late!” Hanji yells from the other side of the field. You scurry to where your teammates were standing, and stood in line. She watched you as you fell in place and continued. “Today, we are going to be doing some mixed combat training. Also, I thought that it might be instrumental in your learning to get a few tips from the seasoned members of the Corps” You follow your friend's eyes to the group standing not far from you. Whispers start all around you, about them being the members of the special ops team, when from the corner of your eye you see Captain Ackerman. You roll your eyes and groan, why couldn't luck just be on your side for once?! You look at the other members who seem quite annoyed at being there, obviously, Hanji had wrangled them into doing it when you see that Captain Ackerman glaring straight at you. You double take. Why is he still staring at you? That's quite a glare he's got going on there. For fuck sake... What could you have done now? You look away to try and pay attention to Hanji giving instructions as to what was to happen next, but you could still feel the frosty gaze, sending shivers up your neck. You rub it instinctively and feel very uncomfortable. “What's the matter?” Eren leant in sideways whispering. “He keeps looking at me!” You mutter under your breath. “What song did you want to be played at your funeral, again? I don't know what you said to him, but you are in serious crap.” You hear him laugh quietly. “What are you two talking about?” Jean and Sasha bundle up behind you. You groan, as you really didn't want the whole squad knowing. Not that it was really something to be embarrassed about, but he was still looking at you and it was extremely unnerving. Eren explains to them and on queue, they both look over at him. “Don't look at him” You hiss. “Wow, did you give him attitude again?” Sasha asks mouth full of potato, you wonder how she has managed to get it. You can only guess that she has bribed one of the cooks again, it was the only explanation. “You're a glutton for punishment and an idiot. You know he doesn't like you, so why bait him all the time? Last time you pissed him off he had you scrubbing the floors in your nightclothes.” Jean adds. “Shut up. I didn't do anything that time either, all I did was have a play fight with Eren! Not my fault that his weakness is being tickled!” You retort in hushed tones and punch Jean in the arm. “(Last name) Are you listening?” Hanji shouts scolding you. You wince as you seem to be drawing more attention to yourself every minute. “Yes Ma'am” You listen to the last of her instructions and wait to get paired off. To your relief, you get paired up with Jean. From your interactions with him, you knew he was hot-headed and had a sharp tongue, not so unlike yourself. At least this meant you could blow off some steam, and forget about the pigmy abominable snow man's stare. “I'll go easy on you newbie,” Jean grunted at you. He didn't seem impressed to be paired up with a new recruit or the fact that you were by appearances, a weak girl. You scowl at him and take a deep breath. “This will be easy then. Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a precious sodding flower.” You spat in disgust. You were going to show him, you were a fighter, you always had been, and remarks like that were only going to make you more determined. He came at you, his main attacks were balanced in brute strength rather than speed. How apt. You move deftly around and away from his attacks, landing a fist on his back, in between his shoulder blades. Jean stops, and drops to one knee, he looked like he was getting his breath back. Standing back up to his full height, he readied himself again. The next attack landed on your shoulder, you yelp in pain and fall to the floor. You glare up at him as he offers a hand to you, you take it begrudgingly to stand up yourself. You shake the pain off and begin again. You fight for a good ten more minutes, and you manage to best him a fair few times when you are interrupted. “Kirstein. Your strength will win eventually, but that is if she doesn't wear you out before you can even hit a punch.” You both stop, and look to see that unimpressed face looking back at you. Did he have to interrupt? “Yes, Captain.” “Here. Let me show you a few tactics.”  Jean nods, he looks annoyed at the halt in fighting yet you notice a flicker of a smirk directed at you. You narrow your eyes at him in response, he can bugger off as well. Shit! You were going to have to fight the Captain. Jean moves out of the way, and Captain Ackerman stands in his place. You wonder whether his face was actually a mask, as you were sure that it was just made of stone. You feel nervous, you had heard about how good he was in battle, and you could only imagine that it translated well into hand to hand combat. You wished that the ground would swallow you up whole, yet in that moment you decide that you were not going to let him affect you. He was just some idiot who thought insulting people was a good idea, and he could get away with it because of his rank. People like that made you feel sick. You felt like you were close to hating him, he was just like all the others, who used their power to get what they wanted. “Brat, I hope you pay attention to what I am to teach you.” “I am all yours, Sir!” You glower at him. You hated his stupid perfect face, his stupid comments, and his stupid fucking attitude. You launch your attack, which he counters every single time, it just seems so easy for him, which he always follows with a smack on the back of your head. Pompous twat! He gives you the run around for what appears to be forever. You manage to hit him but none of them really manage to stop his attacks. You move again, feign a hit to the chest and spin around to kick him in the side. You manage to catch him off balance and quickly you go for the backs of his knees, causing him to fall to the ground. Seconds later with your knees pinning his kneeling legs, you hold your training knife to his throat. Breathing heavily, you feel triumphant. You managed to slay the beast, Hah! “Thank you for the lesson, Sir! I hope you learnt something.” You hear a quiet laugh escape from the man in front of you. Within a flash, he grabs your arm and pushes down on the inside of your elbow with three fingers and with the other hand, the bones in your thumb joint (pressure points). You scream, as it feels like he has broken your arm, you yank your arm back away from him and in that split second of pain, you are pushed to the ground. Legs straddled either side of your hips and his forearm pressing down on your neck, he leans in closer to you. You struggle to take in more air as the pressure of his body weight crushes down on your throat. You feel his breath on your neck, and amongst trying to breathe, you try desperately to get away from him, the fear becoming real that he may strangle you. “This is your first lesson, never let your guard down.” He utters under his breath. “Secondly, I will not have female cadets flaunting themselves with other male recruits. I've told you before and if I see it again I will have you reprimanded.” You could feel your consciousness slipping from you and make one last move for your freedom. With all your might you headbutt your captor, he rolls off you in pain and managing to get away from him, stagger back up, barely able to stand. “FUCK YOU!” Your voice was hoarse and strained. You realise that everyone else had stopped fighting and some of them had obviously been watching the fight for a while. You didn't need this shit. Taking one last look at the Captain on the floor, who was now sitting, with his hand on his head, you speed off. You manage to make it to the stables, and your legs fall out from underneath you. You clutch your throat, it feels like it is on fire, and just swallowing hurts. He actually planned to kill you, he actually meant to do it. Maybe Eren was right, maybe you should plan your funeral.  You realise that you are crying, you rub the tears out of your eyes, you weren't going to cry over this, not him. “(First name)!” You hear a call not far from you. You try to turn your neck, but hiss as the pain is so bad you think he must have broken something. Eren crouches down to look at you, his focus trailing from your teary (e/c) eyes to your throat and his eyes widen. “What the fuck did he do to you?” He grabs you and carries you gently with your head against his chest. “We are going straight to the infirmary. What the hell does he think that he is playing at?” It doesn't take you long to get there, usually, you wouldn't have gone, but you feel too weak to protest. The medics take a look at you, and they are surprised to hear what happened. You didn't want to say anything or make a fuss, but Eren was insistent on knowing everything. You see Eren getting angrier as they take a look at your neck. It's red raw and bruising is already starting to form, your voice was still croaky even after an excruciating drink of water. “You are saying Captain Ackerman did this?” The medic asks in a worried tone. You nod gingerly and bow your head. You had never felt so pathetic, you were here to fight the titans, but instead you were almost killed by someone in your own regiment. The medic grumbles and moves to place some ointment on your skin, you jerk back instinctively and shake your head furiously. “Its okay (first name). Here, let me do it. If it hurts you can punch my leg.” You think that its probably for the best, at least you wouldn't be accused of punching a medic, another thing Mr Captain Levi Asshole could punish you for.  He sits down on the bed next to you and holds one of your hands as he takes an ointment slicked finger to your skin. “Fuck... That hurts” You grunt in pain. “Squeeze my hand then.” He does it again, this time you clench his hand and realise how rough his skin is, and on closer inspection, there are minor scars all over his hands. His hands make you feel safe, his hands were much larger than yours with strong fingers, but they were extremely warm. You smile as you bask your hand in his warm one. He notices your expression change and stops. “Why are you smiling?” “Your hands are really warm.” You croak. He returns your smile as the medic comes in with a tray with a singular cup and saucer. “I've been told tea is good for a sore throat, and it might help your voice a little.” You nod and gesture a thank you, the medic makes their exit leaving you alone. Eren takes the cup off of the tray and passes it to you. Sadly this meant that his warm hands were no longer in your possession, however, it was replaced by steaming tea which was deliciously hot for your throat and your freezing cold hands. You take a sip and wince in pain, but endeavour to keep drinking and soon the pain subsides to just a tingle at the back of your throat. “Thank you, Eren.” You startle him as it had been quiet up until then. “I haven't done anything.” He shrugs. “You always seem to be there when I need you, and I just want to let you know I appreciate it.” He takes you aback when you see a flash of red on his cheeks. He looks away from you quickly. “Oh it's nothing really, that's what friends do!” He turns back to you, with a slightly darker look. “But if he touches you like that again, he's got another thing coming.” “Eren, please. Don't make a fuss, I can handle it, I'm not broken down that easy.” You try to say as convincingly as possible, but it couldn't be any further from the truth. After today he scared the shit out of you. ~ You had fitful sleep that night and woke up feeling exhausted. Eren had left not long after you finished your tea, and it was the first night in a very long while that you had slept in a room on your own. The silence was unsettling, and even when waking the silence seemed to hang over you like a shadow. You stretch your legs and pull yourself out of bed. You hold the bed for support, your legs were still weak. Strange considering that it was your throat that had been wounded, not your legs. You take a few paces, even at a shuffle it was good to get up and walk about. You hear noises from down the hall, cadets were laughing and shouting, they sounded like they were having so much fun, and you feel like you wished to be with them. There's a first time for everything. Usually, you distanced yourself from people, but Eren had shown you that you could make friends and maybe you might be able to make some real friends here. Your thoughts wander to the events of yesterday. What the hell was all that about? I've told you before and if I see you doing it again you will be reprimanded. Reprimanded for what? Talking to people? For having a laugh with Eren? Training with Jean? Grooming his horse? Even so, even if what you were doing was wrong, did it really warrant almost being strangled to death? “Ah, I see you're up” You look up to see Hanji walking in, sprightly as ever. She was carrying a clean set of clothes, which she set on your bed. “How are you feeling?” “Er... Okay, I guess. Alive if only just” You didn't mean to come off as brash, but you were still wound up. “We have orders from Erwin that you are to have a few days rest. The medics have advised so, due to the wound. Ah, he also wanted you to report to Captain Ackerman as soon as you can.” You gasp. They were sending you straight back into the lion's den. She smiles, seeming to completely miss your horror. “Nothing to worry about,  I am sure he just wants to apologise.” Apologise. Fucking Apologise? That's the least he could do! He will probably finish the job. This was bullshit, but orders were orders. You nod, knowing there was no way to get out of it.  She waves goodbye and runs off to find her team, leaving you alone again. You gave into getting changed, it was actually more difficult than you initially anticipate due to your neck still being extremely stiff and sore. Eventually, you manage and make the bed, as the medics weren't about you went over to their desk and grabbed a pen and paper to scrawl a thank you for their help. Slowly you make your way to your dorm to grab your scarf to hide the marks on your neck. You hope it will be quiet and the rest of the girls would already be out. As you open the door you hear your name called from all different directions, you look to see most of them had been waiting for you. You groan internally, wishing you had waited before coming back. They all rushed over, asking you loads of questions. Did it hurt? What did he do? What did you do to piss him off? How heavy was he? How did he smell? Did you pass out? Did he try and kill you on purpose? “Did he kiss you? Are you going out?” You heard from someone. How the hell did they get from trying to kill you to dating? Most of the girls needed their heads checked out. You may have been injured but at least you still had your head screwed on. You were about to reply when someone beat you to it. “Do you think that pestering her is going to get you a response?” The voice was cold. There was only one person that it could be. You muse whether you could make a break for it out the open window, yet with everyone crowded around you, you realise that it would be impossible. “I expect to see you in my office in two minutes” He commanded. When his back was turned you glare at him instinctively, hoping that his head might explode. You grab your (fav/c) scarf and wrap it around your neck. You make your move to go when you turn and speak to Mikasa. “Can you tell Eren: Erik Satie, Gymnopédie No.3” She looks at you confused. “I want that played at my funeral.” You hear a couple of them giggle as you leave the room. You make your way to his office, every footstep becoming harder and harder as you prepare for your doom. Your stomach was in knots and your arms were shaking as you reach the door. Timidly you knock on the door, hoping that he had been called away on an errand. “Enter.” You hear from the other side of the door. So much for that then. You curse under your breath and walk into the room. He was sitting at his desk writing, he didn't bother to look up at you. He paused and motioned to the chair the opposite side of the desk to him. You moved cautiously and sat down, remaining quiet. You twiddle your thumbs for a while, waiting for a titan to appear from nowhere and step on you or something to get you away from the situation. “Now, (last name). I understand that the medical team have given you leave for two days while you recover. I suggest in that time that you help Commander Erwin and myself with any menial tasks that we require of you. It will save you from being completely useless.” “What?” You could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You're the reason I am like this in the first place!” You weren't originally going to rise to his bait, but useless you were not. “If you didn't have some kind of vendetta against me none of this would ever have happened! Maybe if you got off your high horse once in a while, then maybe I wouldn't talk to you like this!” His hand shot across the desk and grabbed your chin, he ran a thumb across your bottom lip. “Such a smart mouth” He sounded strange. His voice was drenched with mockery, yet deep and sultry, you try not to think of such things, you confirm to yourself, staring back at his emotionless face. “I have a mind to shut it up.” You freeze completely stunned. He releases your chin and you touch where he had grabbed you. You can feel the skin ache where his fingers had been. This guy was dangerous, you weren't going to stay here or be treated like this. You get up to get away. “I don't think so. You aren't going to run away, are you? Like a frightened little girl.” He raises his eyes to you, and you are sure you can see the trace of a smirk on his face, but it's gone again in an instant. You feel very trapped and slowly edge backwards. You didn't want to prove him right, but you didn't want to be in the same room with him anymore. “Do you treat everyone like this?” You feel your anger rising. He had no right to treat people like this. How many before you had gone through this? You watch him cross the room, seeming oblivious at your delicate attempt to escape, to file some papers in a desk on the opposite side of the room. “Treat like what? I am only responding in kind to you. Ever since you arrived you have been taking cheap shots at me, back chatting and having inappropriate interactions with Eren Jaeger.” You stop, what had Eren got to do with this? Granted he found you and Eren on the floor desperately trying to tickle each other, but it it was only a bit of fun between friends. “We were having a laugh. For your information, Eren is the first friend I have had since the attack on wall Maria. I think I'm entitled to at least be his friend! Also, while we are at it, it has absolutely nothing to do with you.” He paced towards you, you back away from him until you hit the desk. Fuck, he had cornered you. “Nothing to do with me?” He was toe to toe with you looking directly in your eyes. They were steely blue, piercingly gorgeous, and could probably see into your soul if you had the time to pause and think. Usually, eyes had different flecks of colour, but his were monotone, muted and  devoid, much like the person they belong to. He raises his hand, you close your eyes, waiting for him to strike you. It doesn't come, instead, your scarf is removed, and you feel a gentle touch your tender skin “I think it has everything to do with me.”

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Title: Game of Hearts

Author: @mxshimxchi (moshimochi on ao3)

For: @brooding-basket-case

Rating/Warnings: T, no warnings

Prompt: “High School AU"

Author’s notes: This is an exploration of Hinata and Komaeda’s relationship while they’re students at Hope’s Peak Academy. It’s also a non-despair AU, and I took some inspiration from NDRV3’s Talent Development Plan! I hope you enjoy c:

He wasn’t sure what led him to be sitting on an uncomfortable bleacher watching the school’s sports festival basketball game. He’s never cared much for sports, but maybe he couldn’t deny an opportunity to see members of Hope’s Peak Academy shine on the court. Or maybe he couldn’t resist seeing how a meritless reserve course student would fare as a replacement team member, pitted against a crew of athletes brimming with hope. Regardless, here he was, slightly uncomfortable and trying not to flinch from the overpowering sounds of a rowdy crowd, blaring horns, and his boisterous classmates he sat next to.

While he tried to follow the bouncing of the orange ball, his eyes kept leading astray towards the reserve course student yet again. Hinata, after all, was the one who directly invited him to watch the game. Perhaps he was trying to prove himself, Komaeda mused, and show that he could keep up with the more talented players. It was a futile effort, but like a trainwreck Komaeda couldn’t peel his eyes away from. Especially how Hinata’s shirt would flare up, exposing his midriff. Or how he would miss a free throw, with his strong, untalented, tanned arms. Or how his basketball shorts clung tightly to his sweaty thighs. It was hot in here, right? His relationship with Hinata was nothing but complicated. They ate lunch together on a number of occasions, and while Hinata primarily spoke to his other classmates, like Souda and Nanami, sometimes just the two of them would eat their bentos in front of the fountain dividing the main and reserve course campuses. While they bickered constantly, it never stopped them from planning to meet again for lunch later in the week. Sometimes, even, after a particularly nasty brawl, Hinata would creep his hand towards Komaeda’s, and interlace them. On a handful of occasions, one of them has been reckless enough to pull the other in a brief kiss, breaking apart so fast one would miss it if they blinked, and leaving no gap of time for either of them to ruminate on the dangerous boundaries of intimacy they tiptoed. It was easier that way, to avoid thinking about it. But Hinata, despite being a good-for-nothing reserve course student, was an enigma who incessantly occupied Komaeda’s brain, and made his chest burn warm with relentless embers.

He gets lost in daydreams of feeling Hinata’s strong arms wrapped around him when the final buzzer sounds off, signifying the end of the game. Hinata’s team won, and with the rest of the group they cheer and share a bout of high-fives, Hinata himself earning a few gleeful slaps on the back. Hinata grins in a way that makes his entire face shine with glimmering hope. Komaeda isn’t entirely sure of his own motives when he waits for Hinata outside of the locker room. He faded easily into the backdrop of the scene, other students paying him no mind as they chatted, laughed together, exiting the gym. He mused that sometimes, being an unremarkable nobody could be used in his favor. When it seems like most of the students have trailed their way out of the gym, he slips into the locker room, where he finds Hinata and a few other students still cooling off. “I’m sure my lost gym shorts are somewhere in here!” He announces, very inconspicuously. Hinata gawks at him but quickly turns away, pretending not to notice Komaeda flitting around the lockers. Despite his occasional dense and stubborn nature, it appears Hinata picked up the hint, taking his time and waiting out for the other team members to finally exit the room. He moved on instinct, drawing closer to Hinata, until the other had his back pressed against the cool steel of his locker. “Good job, reserve student! I’m surprised at how well you kept up with the team.” He presses his lips into Hinata’s, fleetingly, because Komaeda rations that Hinata might deserve a reward for performing so well despite the odds.

“Hey..” Hinata says, blushing with embarrassed heat. His eyes twitch nervously to the locker room entrance, and Komaeda can feel his body tense against him.  “Aren’t you worried if someone sees us?” “Why,” He lilts with a coy smile, “Are you ashamed of dirtying your hands with someone like me?” “D-dirtying- No! Geez, what are you even saying…” Hinata grumbles, raking a disgruntled hand through his sweaty bangs. “Besides, I thought you would be embarrassed to be seen with me… Since I’m a reserve student…” He notices Hinata’s olive green eyes flicker away from his for second, casting a downwards glance towards the floor. Normally he’d jump upon this moment, elate in the fact that Hinata is finally showing a bit humility in the face of an Ultimate, even a pathetic one like himself - but something doesn’t feel quite right about pouncing upon this opportunity. The thought of it turns a sharp feeling in his stomach, butterflies morphing into painful strings, and he doesn’t really understand why. Komaeda licks his lips, notices how Hinata’s eyes flick up and stares at his mouth. “Why don’t we go back to my dorm then?” He laughs nervously. “The Ultimate dorms?” Hinata balks, “You know I can’t go there.”

“With my luck, I doubt we’d get caught.” Komaeda muses, and he knows his luck isn’t as simple as that, but his Dr. Hopper exploded in his face during lunch today, so it might even out.

Hinata blinks at him once, twice, and then rubs the back of his neck. “I should probably get showered first.”

“Yes.” He concedes, because while watching Hinata get sweaty and exert himself during the game was undeniably alluring from a distance, he did just wash his bedsheets yesterday.

Hinata has a strange look on his face. Komaeda isn’t really sure how to process the beat of silence that’s overcome them, so he winds a strand of hair around his finger, tries to muffle another anxious laugh and bites his lip. Tries not to yank his hair out. “Okay.” Hinata finally concedes, grabbing a towel, and leaving Komaeda alone in the locker room. It feels unreal to Komaeda that this is happening, that he’s really bringing Hinata Hajime back to his dorm, to be together in private. —-

Just as planned, there are no security guards in sight, or other Hope’s Peak students lingering around outside of the dorm building to spot Komaeda smuggle Hinata inside. Komaeda practically jams the key trying to open the door to his room with eager energy. Entering into the wide space, Hinata’s jaw drops with awe. “This is huge!” “Your room isn’t this size?” He shuts the door behind them, trying to feign a cool and disinterested energy. Hinata snorts. “Maybe, like, half.” He flops onto Komaeda’s bed, arms sprawled above his head. “Wow, this is really comfy, too. My mattress is like a brick compared to this.” “You think so? Compared to my bed at home, I always thought this was rather uncomfortable.” “Must be nice to live in the lap of luxury.” Komaeda wants to tell him that there’s nothing nice about his existence, but has a rare moment of restraint to press his lips together. He would hate to break the mood gradually building between them.

Instead, he offers a lighthearted laugh. “Your sheets don’t have a thread count over 1,000?”

“Shut up,” Hinata grumbles at him, but underneath the snark Komaeda can see the slightest hint of a crooked smile. There’s something about it that’s insufferably endearing. Komaeda feels himself moving closer to the bed and climbing next to Hinata, rather than consciously deciding to do so, and suddenly they’re face to face. Wide olive green eyes meet his, and Komaeda is conflicted from trying to decipher if the color is bland or the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, the color of earth and life. When they kiss, it feels like a greater victory than his team’s success at the basketball game.

He desperately just wants to keep indulging in the feeling, falling back into the feeling of letting his body move with the motions of this love without thinking, but Hinata breaks them apart. The distress playing across his face sends a different kind of nervous energy through Komaeda’s spine.

“What are we?” Hinata asks quietly.  “I mean… What does this mean. For us, I guess.”

It feels like time slows, sluggish and nauseating. “Do you-” Stop it. “Do you really think-” Please, stop it. “That someone from the worthless reserve course-” Fucking stop it. “Could date someone from the actual academy? I may be the lowest of the Ultimates, but you’re still barely worth my time.” Disbelief, sadness, and rage swirl within Hinata’s eyes. “So was this all just… Messing around to you? Fucking nothing then?” “What led you to believe that it was something? What kind of deduction process brought you to that brilliant conclusion?” “You were the one who invited me here!” Hinata sputtered. “I thought…”

“What?” Don’t. “That I… Cared for you?” It scares him how Hinata’s face drops in blank resignation. How easily these terrible words spill out of his mouth. “Fuck you. Whatever.” Hinata rips himself out of the bed, exiting the room and slamming the door, leaving a trail of festering rejection in his wake. The bed feels empty and cold, suffocating any of the remaining warmth left in the room. Komaeda doesn’t know what else he expected.

A week later, Hinata has been notably absent from lunchtime breaks, leaving no word to any of his main course friends. On the tenth lunchtime without Hinata-kun’s presence, he eats his bento in silence next to Nanami, who’s deeply engrossed in a game on a handheld console.

Right when he thinks she might not notice if he were to slip away and sulk by himself, she starts to speak. “Hey, Komaeda-kun…” Nanami doesn’t pause playing her game, just continues to press buttons at a dizzying speed while speaking to him, pink nail polish against dark chrome. “Where’s Hinata-kun?” The question stings, and he’s thankful she isn’t making eye contact with him. “How should I know?” She frowns at his retort, but doesn’t break her rhythm of attacks against a virtual foe. Komaeda tries to distract himself by watching her avatar swing menacing dual swords at a boss monster. “Hinata-kun hasn’t been coming to lunch recently… Did you two get into a fight?” “I only said what he needed to hear.” He says, trying to convince both her and himself. “He should know his place.” “You should be nicer to him… I think.” Her drowsy voice mumbles, trailing off until Komaeda notices a bright K.O. flashing on her screen. Having vanquished the monster, she finally looks at Komaeda directly, dusty pink irises shaded by her pale fringe. “Hinata-kun is a good person. He’s been a good friend to all of us. You, too. When you used to eat lunch alone, he would usually try to talk to you, right? So that’s why…. You should probably make-up with him.”

“What am I supposed to say to him?” Social interactions have never been his strong suit, let alone conflict resolution. In fact, he seemed to have a perchance for making literally any conversation he injected himself into worse, like a corrupting poison, corroding all of the relationships around him. It reminded Komaeda why he wanted to keep his distance from Hinata in the first place. “I meant what I said.” I hate myself for it. Nanami’s pondering expression dissolves into defeat. “I don’t really know what you should say…” She pouts, crossing her arms. “I always choose the wrong dialogue options in dating sims.”

He leaves lunch feeling even more conflicted than before. —- When he takes a walk later that evening, he tells himself it’s just by coincidence that he lands in front of the reserve course dorms. Of course, it’s a bit less coincidental that he has Hinata’s room number written on a piece of paper crunched in his hand. Finding a dropped file by a school residence administrator was nothing short of extremely lucky.

The building itself is a stark grey, contrasting with the welcoming brickwork of the Hope’s Peak main campus. The windows are small, almost like slits, restrictive of any natural light. Like the main campus, the front door requires and ID swipe for access, but it doesn’t take Komaeda long to push open a back door left unlocked. Despite the money the reserve course costs in tuition, Komaeda figures most of it must not go towards facilities or security. He checks the number on the note with the number on the door once, twice, a third time, until he finally dredges up the confidence to land a knocking fist against the door. He can hear a chair scrape against the floor from inside, casually noting the thinness of the walls, and shuffling towards the door. Then, he’s greeted with a bleary-eyed Hinata, piles of textbooks and papers lining the desk behind him. “Good evening, Hinata-kun.” He smiles, trying to swallow the shame in his throat. Hinata radiates a blend of impatience and distrust. “Why are you here?” “I wanted to talk.”

“Not interested.” Hinata moves to shut the door, but is blocked with the side of Komaeda’s designer shoes. Komaeda tries not to flinch thinking about the scratches that might be left on the leather after this, but it would be a casualty taken in stride if he could make this right. “And I also wanted to offer my apologies.” Hinata’s eyes narrow, and rakes his fingers through his spiked hair again. It’s a nervous tic that Komaeda has familiarized himself with, and realizing that makes his head spin “… Whatever,” Hinata finally amends, moving away from the door. Komaeda rocks anxiously on his feet, looming in the threshold of the cramped room. “You don’t have to just stand there. You can sit.” Stepping inside, Hinata’s dorm feels claustrophobic, like the walls are slowly compressing him with building pressure. It does nothing to help the situation. “I offended you,” Komaeda starts, sitting on the bed. “And I wanted to extend my apologies.” Hinata sits back in his desk chair, and his wider frame looks disproportionate in the small room. Almost as if the walls are restraining his form, his light. “I’m surprised you thought a worthless reserve course student was worth apologizing to. I thought I was barely worth your time.” Komaeda bites his lip. “I was unnecessarily cruel to you. I’m sorry.” “I really don’t get you sometimes,” Hinata sighs. He knows what he wants to say, but he doesn’t know if it’s okay to say it. One wrong step and they’ll plummet over the edge of acceptable contact and into a range of where his capricious luck might designate Hinata as a target. But by stepping away from the ledge… Isn’t it hurting Hinata just the same? The dilemma squeezes the air from his chest. He knows, deep down, what he needs to do to make things right. Seeing Hinata in a state of distress is haunting him in a way he doesn’t think he can live comfortably with. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He adds quietly. “But if I’m not mindful of my luck, it will wound you even worse. I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen to you because of me.” Hinata sharply inhales, and looks at him with a gaze that makes him feel vivisected and vulnerable. “I understand if you don’t forgive me,” Komaeda continues, “I would understand if you hated me, too. There are lots of reasons to hate me-” but he’s cut off when Hinata’s lips come crashing into his, a palm roughly entangling into his hair, holding him still. “Oh,” he breathes. “I don’t hate you,” Hinata murmurs to him, lips catching against Komaeda’s. “Oh,” he sighs again, feeling himself wind up against Hinata’s steady touch, wanting to spring into his embrace, and collides against his lips again with equal force.

When they finally part, Komaeda again face to face with Hinata, draped next to each other. The proximity, filling each other’s space, contained by the too hard bed and too small walls starts to feel almost comforting. “Can we stay like this? Just for a little while.”

Maybe they don’t need to use words. Maybe they can express themselves without crossing any lines or falling over the edge, but just appreciate the comfortable and still moments between one another. For now, this could be enough. Hinata finally smiles, intertwining their hands. “For as long as you’d like.”

#fanfiction #komahina #komahina secret exchange

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BnHA Chapter 217: The Same as Him

Previously on BnHA: Deku’s team beat Team MonoShin and secured the overall victory for class 1-A. Aizawa was all “hey Deku wtf was that shitshow out there” and Deku answered truthfully but vaguely and said he wasn’t sure. He credited Ochako and Shinsou with saving him, but then Shinsou got all down on himself and said that he only did it because Ochako asked him and because he knew his team would lose if he didn’t act. Aizawa was all “you bonehead, you’re being too hard on yourself” and said that no hero is born truly selfless and that that’s one of the qualities they train to learn. He and Vlad both agreed that Shinsou had more than earned a passing grade, and would most likely be joining the hero course in year 2. The chapter wrapped up with Monoma declaring that he would have won if he’d known ahead of time that Deku’s quirk would turn out to be a “dud.” This led Deku to ponder what exactly occurred when Monoma failed to use his quirk, and it also prompted Aizawa to ask Monoma to come see Eri, most likely to see if he can help her figure out how to control her quirk.

Today on BnHA: All Might, Deku, and Bakugou discuss Deku’s new OFA shenanigans in private. Bakugou points out that there must be some reason why this is happening now, and speculates on the possible connection to All for One. Later that evening, after unsuccessfully trying to draw the quirk out again, Deku heads back to the dorms ominously pondering the relationship between his power and AFO’s. Todoroki walks up to Deku and is all “dude does this make us two-quirks buddies now” and Deku awkwardly makes up some bullshit about it being an offshoot of his original quirk, which Todo buys into hook, line and sinker. The next day the faculty agrees to move Shinsou to the hero course, and Present Mic says the kid reminds him a lot of a young Aizawa. He also namedrops someone called “Shirakumo”, which immediately makes Aizawa go all stiff and hastily exit the conversation. Over at the teacher’s dorms, Monoma copies Eri’s quirk but proclaims it another “dud.” He explains that his power only copies the bare-bones of a quirk, and not any accumulated power stored within said quirk. Eri apologizes for having a “bad quirk” that’s so hard to deal with. Deku reassures her that powers aren’t good or bad and it all depends on how you use them. He realizes this applies to his own power as well, and resolves to master it no matter what.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 225, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

oh my fucking lord

holy shit. it’s Todoroki not using his flames during the sports festival all over again. DAMN IT DEKU YOU’D BETTER FUCKING TAKE ME SERIOUSLY I’LL KILL YOU

that, or they’re both actually trying to see if they can draw the quirk out again. DEKU IS THIS A CONSENSUAL SPAR. OR DO YOU NEED ME TO COME OVER THERE AND GIVE THIS BOY A STERN TALKING-TO

they do seem to be in one of the gyms, so at the very least they were presumably smart enough to get permission this time and probably All Might is there watching them

lol

on the other hand, All Might’s supervision doesn’t always mean much for keeping them in line. he has to learn to assert his authority more

oh good, my concerns were unwarranted

it is indeed consensual! Katsuki’s actually out here trying to help Izuku learn to control his new ability! let’s just stop for a second to repeat that. Katsuki is helping Izuku to get a better handle on his quirk. yes, that Katsuki. and that Izuku

though it seems like he misinterpreted the goal of the exercise a little bit possibly lol. to be fair, in his mind he probably doesn’t understand the need to try and put training wheels on this thing and probably feels like Deku should fucking own that shit

(ETA: and having given it more thought, I’m gonna go ahead and say he’s fucking right, actually. I won’t get super in-depth about this since I’ve already posted about it before, but this shows how much faith Katsuki actually has in Izuku, though. in his mind he doesn’t view the new quirk as a danger, and he seems to be of the opinion that all Izuku needs is more practice using it. what’s more, once Deku starts muttering about how he tried to lock the power away, Katsuki immediately gets frustrated and leaves, declaring the whole thing pointless for the time being. pretty sure this is because he’s already come to the conclusion that Deku will also reach by the end of this chapter -- that it doesn’t matter what the nature of the quirk is; what matters is how you use it. in other words, Deku needs to stop being afraid of it and start embracing it.)

anyways, but the point is that yet again we’re only making forward progress with these two. no regression; no jealousy over Deku powering up yet again. and god but it’s just so, so gratifying to me to not have to go through the whole one-step-forward-two-steps-back thing with these characters. once they learn their lesson, it’s learned. this might be my single favorite thing about BnHA tbh

anyways so let’s continue with this chapter which I’m only one and a half pages into and am already in love with!

so Deku’s looking at his right arm appraisingly and confirming that the quirk isn’t activating

he says its “presence” has complete vanished

and now we’re getting a flashback to what I assume is earlier that afternoon, after the training exercise but before this little get together

and OH MY GOD BUT YOU GUYS

KEEP KACCHAN IN THE LOOP 2K19

DEKU LOOKS SO HAPPY TO HAVE HIM THERE THOUGH. AND LOL DID HE JUST INVITE HIMSELF IN OR WHAT. YOU JUST TRY AND HAVE A MEETING WITHOUT HIM AFTER THAT SHIT YOU JUST PULLED DEKU

All Might says that Katsuki is sharing this secret with them now, after all

AND WHERE WAS THAT ATTITUDE DURING LUNCH EARLIER TODAY, THOUGH. WELL WHATEVER, I FORGIVE YOU NOW ON ACCOUNT OF BEING SO HAPPY I COULD CRY

so Kacchan is asking if All Might knew about the whole black quirk thing

fffffff so would that be the Shouto-looking one in the trenchcoat, then? godfuckingdammit, they really did only give us one female wielder of OFA and then fucking went and killed her ass

Bakugou please share some more bonding moments with All Might and Deku so I can take my mind off of this please

also sure would hope Shimura was unaware of it, otherwise lord only knows what she was thinking not telling you. though you were likely only a year older than these two when she passed away, so maybe she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. that is, if she takes after you and waits ten million years before telling her successor anything

again, not even a hint of ill will toward Deku for being so amazing. and after all, why would there be? he already sorted out his feelings on that on the night of the provisional exam. he knows what he has to do and he knows what Deku has been tasked with doing. so if anything, Deku getting stronger is only a good thing, because he’s All Might’s chosen successor and so he should fucking get stronger already

and I love that All Might also caught that as soon as the question was answered he didn’t waste time pondering it and immediately went to the next logical step in the deduction process. he is an official member of the Scooby Squad now

and also lmao at “don’t call people trash,” but I wonder if he’ll actually listen though. listen, at this point there is no Bakugou character development that would surprise me. he is crushing it; I wouldn’t put anything past him

Deku says that all Hellboy said was that “the time has come,” but I’m inclined to agree with Katsuki though that there was some sort of external trigger. what was it that triggered his dream last night? and I’m still not convinced it’s a coincidence that Shinsou has had some involvement with Deku both times that this Vestiges shit happened

oh SHIT

FUCKING YESSSSS OH MY GOD

this. this is the kind of shit I’ve been waiting for THIS WHOLE TIME

how many meetings like this have All Might and Deku had together, though? they’ve discussed all kinds of things about One for All, and yet this is the one topic that they’ve never once addressed, aside from all the way back in chapter 59 when All Might first told Deku about OFA’s origins. they’ve just kind of skirted around this shit. and I mean, I understand why; obviously AFO is a huge trigger for All Might in general, and it’s just easier for both of them to pretend like he’s no longer a threat now that he’s safely tucked away in prison

except that both of them know that is some bullshit, though. because unlike Katsuki, these two clods know about Nighteye’s prophecy, for one. and there is a reason why there’s been a fire burning underneath Deku’s feet ever since the end of summer, and it’s not just because of the conversation the three of them had at Ground Beta. he knows. deep down some part of him knows he can’t afford to sit on his hands. there’s been an urgency in the back of his mind for quite some time now

and as for All Might, he’s been to visit AFO in Tartarus and he’s seen for himself what that situation is like. AFO’s total lack of concern over his current predicament, and his gleeful talk about the “machinations” he’d put into place and about how everything was going just like he’d planned. and we saw for ourselves not too long ago that even the guards over at Tartarus are fearful of AFO and he puts them on edge and they don’t appear to be at all confident in their ability to hold him if shit hits the fan

basically what I’m saying is that both All Might and Izuku have been walking on eggshells when it comes to this topic even though the situation is unavoidable. so I’m really fucking glad to see Kacchan bring it up almost immediately because yes!! thank you!

OH MY GOD

KATSUKI IS A DAD FOR ONE THEORIST CONFIRMED. oh you really are my son aren’t you

smdh fucking look at this shit

and there we have it. he was thinking it as well but wasn’t going to say anything about it

two conversations in and I’m already fucking over the moon at Kacchan’s dynamic with the two of them and the refreshing change he brings to their plot pow-wows with his blunt and straightforward approach. I swear to god Katsuki if I could make you my favorite character all over again I would

so now we’re back in the gym, and Katsuki’s arguing with Izuku. “I’m tellin’ ya, you need to feel more like you’re in danger!”

I like how confident he is that he’d still be able to kick Deku’s ass even with the new quirk activated sob

(ETA: and in fairness to Bakugou, @addermoray made a really good point a few days ago about his ability to keep up:

this is an excellent take and I completely agree, actually. doesn’t really matter how many quirks Deku gets if Bakugou’s one single quirk gives him near-unparalleled firepower, speed, and agility. he can already pretty much do it all, and the one thing he is still lacking (experience) he’s gaining more and more of with each passing day. so good on him; the rivalry remains alive and well.)

and truthfully, his theory isn’t wrong. we all know that the next time Deku’s back is really against the wall OFA is gonna do some crazy shit again

meanwhile Deku is looking thoughtful and says that if the quirk really does respond to his feelings, “then, at the time...”

DFLKHSLDKJ YOU DON’T HAVE TO REMIND ME WHAT YOUR FEELINGS WERE AT THE TIME DEKU HOLY SHIT IS THIS CHAPTER REALLY GONNA GO THERE TOO!?

aww damn we’re going in a different direction lol

you need to make up your damn mind son. do you want it or not. how about you imagine yourself unlocking it and having total control of it?

meanwhile Katsuki is fed up and walking away since they’re done with the plot talk and the fighting part and now it’s just Deku standing there pondering

(ETA: and as I said in the earlier edit, it’s clear that right now Deku isn’t on the same page as him as far as mastering this. I’m hoping to see more rival training sessions in the near future now that Deku seems to have come around as of the end of the chapter, though.)

so All Might’s saying they’ll call it a night then, and he’s asking Deku if he’s all right, and then dropping him off at the 1-A dorms

and there is yet another shot of Deku staring at his hand. he’s been doing that a lot lately

but! this time the panel is actually extremely intriguing though!

okay two quick Dad for One things here

Deku staring at his own hand and thinking “All for One’s power” is the most blatant fucking foreshadowing I’ve ever seen though

look at the way his face is lit, half in shadow and half in light. that shit is intentional, make no mistake. Horikoshi knows exactly what he’s doing here. good and evil. light and darkness. the son of AFO and the heir to OFA. I am officially bumping up the likelihood of this theory from 30% all the way to 40%. closing in on fifty-fifty odds now guys

anyway, so believe it or not we’re only five pages into this chapter and already it’s a fave. god I love BnHA’s in-between chapters so fucking much

oh damn

Tetsutetsu what are you doing here in the 1-A dorms

and they’re having a conversation that is just impossible to translate to English free from any innuendos

I feel for poor Turk over there at Mangastream, I really do. he’s just trying his best

out of curiosity I went to go check the Viz translation to see how Caleb handled it, and I gotta give him props

that must have taken some doing

lol so anyway then we get this panel

KiriTetsu is the purest ship in this entire canon and I will fight anyone on that

also, “everyone”, huh

oh wow

lmao Ochako’s seemingly-disembodied head in the bottom right corner weirded me out for a sec, especially with her being right next to Hagakure

and jesus christ Toadette, mere hours ago you nearly killed this dude and now you’re hounding him for photos of Hawks that would more than likely get him in trouble to share even if he did have them. please be more considerate

I ship MomoKendou, and seeing Momo with her hair down is so nice. she so rarely does it. she usually has like an Ariana Grande thing going on

I don’t know what the hell Mina is doing to Mineta there but I support it

(ETA: apparently this is a reference to A Clockwork Orange. as previously stated, I support it.)

is Kacchan eating by himself. by my reckoning there are still 17 other people unaccounted for so probably not. but I don’t see Monoma and I’m wondering if he’s gonna go bother him. I actually wouldn’t mind. it wouldn’t feel right if Monoma didn’t go bother someone

oh shit

A WILD TODODEKU MOMENT APPEARS

(ETA: I was so excited about him coming to interrogate Deku that I completely glossed over the fact that this line confirms that Shouto also officially has two quirks. Viz’s translation confirms this (“I didn’t realize you had two quirks, too.”) so Deku and AFO aren’t the only multi-quirk users running about.)

oh shit, again

gotta say, he’s been getting a lot better at passive-aggressively throwing shade lately. got some good practice in with the recent chats he’s had with his pop

ffffffff Deku is Struggling

quirk deprivation! that’s right! look it up! it’s totally a thing and he definitely didn’t just make it up right here on the spot!

asdflskj

oh like you’re one to talk, Mister “It Took Me Ninety-Four Chapters to Put Two and Two Together Even Though Deku All But Told Me Outright Back in Chapter Eleven”

but yes he is super trusting though sob

Deku says that Shouto was amazing too and he’s gotten a lot better at using his flames

but Shouto says he still has a long way to go

ooooooh

hahaha I’m sure people are going to love this

“please excuse me for a moment, this is a very important text from my estranged son”

and what the fuck is with that laughter though. does. does he just not know how to laugh. because it honestly wouldn’t surprise me. “oh look, the corners of my mouth are turning upward and there are these strange rapid breaths of air bursting erratically from my chest.” should probably go get that checked out, Endeav

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ngl I kinda wish this projector screen was more high tech. you sent fucking hologram acceptance letters to every kid in the school for fuck’s sake

also this better mean he’s gonna be in class A! let Aizawa teach him!

oh shit. well we had BakuDeku, KiriTetsu, and TodoDeku so WHY NOT SOME ERASERMIC AS WELL

-- OKAY HOLD THE FUCK UP

what was that?? we have never seen Aizawa react to a topic like that before. Mic barely gets the name out and Aizawa is suddenly all “please shut up fast now”

also, so Mic calls him by his surname, at least in public. what’s up with that?? BUT MY FANFICS lol

well this Shirakumo had better be revealed in the upcoming arc then, and not dragged out for a hundred chapters as these mysteries so often are. well actually, they’re either dragged out for ages or explained not three chapters later lol. rarely a middle ground with this series

MY BABY GIRLLLLLL

lol that’s right, she had a previous encounter with him and Mirio was not too pleased

cotton-headed ninny muggins

so does Mirio fucking live at the teacher’s dorms for the time being or does he just commute here every day in order to have Mary Poppins adventures with his baby sis

now Aizawa’s walking up and apologizing for calling Deku and Mirio over

(ETA: which in hindsight confirms that Mirio’s not just there 24/7. aww.)

he says he has a request for Monoma, but he didn’t want to traumatize Eri by having the two of them interact unmediated

oh shit

he’s got the horn though lol

so is this a fairly common thing with his quirk, then? strange that some of these quirks he’s able to control with ease mere seconds after acquiring them for the first time, but then with others he can’t do anything at all

ah, he’s explaining it now

so pretty much what I thought. except I wasn’t aware that Eri’s quirk accumulated power too

although wait, that’s probably what the horn is. oh shit, so that means that even though she’s super powerful when she’s all charged up, it takes her months to recharge afterwards. so if she’s not able to decrease the recharge time as she gets older, that’s going to be a really effective limiter for her power then

LMAO

I legit burst out fucking laughing. you almost exploded. sure dodged a bullet there

if he seriously thought that was a possibility, maybe he could have, idk, fucking warned the guy before their match started that his quirk was off-limits for Monoma’s own safety though

(ETA: I guess it just didn’t occur to him that Monoma might try it, what with them thinking he had a 3-quirk limit and him most likely copying his teammates’ quirks instead.)

and now Mirio’s asking why Aizawa wanted Monoma to try and copy it

Aizawa says that he thought if Monoma copied it, they could get a better idea of how it works so it might be easier to control it if it gets out of hand again. “but I guess it won’t be that easy”

Eriiiii

(ETA: holy shit is Monoma elbowing Aizawa for making her tear up?)

IT’S NOT A BAD POWER IT IS A VERY GOOD POWER THAT SOME VERY BAD PEOPLE TRIED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF

and speaking of, the fact that we’re bringing this up again now makes me hope we’re going to segue to the League sometime soon! because as we all recall, Shigaraki Tomura was last seen some 57 chapters ago taking the Quirk-Be-Gone serum from Overhaul’s very overrated and now nonexistent hands. it’s been quite a while since we’ve seen our antagonist, Horikoshi, and the people are getting restless

(ETA: well, then. lol.)

anyway, so Deku is crouching down and telling Eri her power doesn’t just hurt people, and that she saved him

and he’s comparing it to a knife -- it’s dangerous, but you can also use it to make delicious food lol

and he says he thinks her power is wonderful

awwwwwww

DO YOUR BEST ERIIIII

and you too, Deku. I believe in you. the journey’s not gonna be easy, but you can do it kiddo

so that’s it for this chapter. but damn, that was a hell of a lot of content packed within just 13 pages, though. this is definitely an insta-fave for me

(ETA: it’s in my top ten for sure. so much good stuff, oh man.)

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #all might #all for one #todoroki shouto #aizawa shouta #eri (bnha) #toogata mirio #monoma neito #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #this chapter is a masterclass of subtle background jokes though you guys #endeavor pausing mid-strangle to read the text from shouto #present mic being all 'finger point!' at that kid passing him in the hall #mina breaking out the big guns to rehabilitate mineta #monoma of all people elbowing aizawa all 'dude you made her sad' #gotta love it

[dazaiapologism]

uhhh i will probably edit and add to this but hey wanna see what i wrote today its kinda fun. answers the question: what might happen if the ADA were out for drinks and then some port mafia folks also show up after a bad day and dazai knows exactly what it feels like when chuuya is mad enough to cause tiny localized earthquakes when he walks.

    Dazai freezes as a sudden chill goes up his spine. For a second, he’s quiet, listening intently to the surrounding threads of conversation, hopping from table to table as he confirms each topic is as inane as he’d expect this late on a Friday. A cursory scan of the guests confirms he and his ADA colleagues are the most dangerous group of office workers seeking to drink the stress of the day away in their general vicinity. 

    Still, something felt unmistakably wrong. He stares blankly at his half finished drink, ice mostly melted into the liquor by now. The last lingering clump of ice ripples gently in the glass and for a moment it almost feels like the earth itself is shivering to an unsteady beat, rhythm barely held in time but still achingly familiar. As seconds pass, it seems to grow stronger and stronger, until the sensation is far too tangible to be drunk imagination.

    With that observation, Dazai’s subconscious sense for danger links with conscious thought and he knows exactly why the rhythm is familiar. Before he can act on that knowledge, his phone is buzzing in his pocket. Across the table, Kunikida is watching him with a bit too serious of an expression for Dazai’s taste. He waves cheerily and reaches for his phone. 

    The new message is from Kunikida, who lately had been developing a frustrating knack for recognizing Dazai’s thoughts. As roundabout a means of communication as it was, Dazai still feels a little touched that he’s trying so hard not to announce to the rest of the table that Dazai is on high alert.

DO NOT ANSWER: what happened

You: i was just watching the last bit of ice melt in my drink! It was really poetic actually i think i had a little epiphany about what it means to have a mortal existence

    Kunikida scans the text and frowns, then does the same sweep Dazai had just done. His frown deepens as he comes to the same conclusion Dazai had - no one in this bar seemed like trouble. What Kunikida lacks is a careful attunement to the way the earth shakes minutely in response to the more intense emotions of the Port Mafia’s rising star executive, Nakahara Chuuya. Kunikida can’t know that, judging from the current rumble, said executive was going to walk through the door any second now.

    Like clockwork, the door swings wide and several high ranking mafia members stride in just behind the worst possible person to have to share a bar with. Kunikida notices the newcomers a beat later, with an eyebrow raised as he noted Dazai’s near psychic detection of a potential threat. 

    Again, Kunikida is missing a critical piece of information, though he could hardly be blamed for it. Port Mafia executives’ identities were a closely guarded mafia secret that many people would kill to get their hands on, so it would’ve been a shock to everyone if he had been able to immediately identify the shortest member of the group as the most urgent threat in the room. 

     The identities of the two others alongside Chuuya were far less restricted information, Tachihara and Hirotsu. Kunikida must have seen them in person a few times by now, so he should know what organization they represent. The only question now is how he’ll respond. 

     Without looking away from the door for a moment, Kunikida pushed away from the table and crossed the open floor space unnervingly fast. Dazai was too far away to hear what Kunikida was saying to the group now, but judging from his stance it was something confrontational. Dazai sighs and finishes the last watered down sip of whiskey.

     “Dazai, what’s wrong?” Atsushi’s voice breaks through the jumbled crosstalk of the rest of their group. Without a word, he pointed gloomily in the direction of Kunikida, who now seemed on the verge of losing his composure entirely. Atsushi’s eyes widen in surprise, without a hint of fear either, Dazai notes. “Those are really important mafia members, aren’t they?” He nods once, almost imperceptibly to keep from drawing even more of his coworkers into the impending chaos. He’d had a hunch that the admirable mafia team that Atsushi had once glimpsed while falling through the sky might have been Chuuya’s, but his reaction now cemented it as the truth.  

    “- like you have no business in this law abiding establishment.” Kunikida’s raised voice finally reaches across the room. 

    “The mafia owns this bar, dumbass.” Chuuya announces, still loud enough to cut over the general noise of the bar. Unfortunately, the room had already fallen silent as their disagreement grew loud enough to catch the other patrons’ attention. The bartender coughed loudly from behind the counter. Chuuya glanced at the sound, then at the rest of the room, then took half a step back and tried to regain some composure. 

    Dazai fervently prays that if he sits still enough, Chuuya won’t catch sight of him as he takes stock of how many people who overheard him. Probably most of the room, since this was a small place. He’d of course known the bar was mafia owned, that was half the reason he’d picked it. The other reason was its casual atmosphere, it hardly seemed like the kind of place to find a mafia executive, which made it seem ideal at the time. 

    Upon further examination, it really should’ve occurred sooner to him that an unpretentious hole in the wall bar would actually suit Chuuya’s true taste if he was feeling particularly sick of mafia business for the day. Why had the ADA come here? Why had any of the other people come here? They were all just groups of coworkers looking to drink the stress of the day away. It was hilariously obvious, now that he stopped to think about it. 

    For the first time that night, Dazai laughs. It draws the attention of his colleagues, who in turn look in the direction Dazai’s been staring for some time now. 

    “Ah, Kunikida’s gone and gotten himself in trouble!” Dazai exclaims gleefully. Kunikida is talking in hushed tones with the bartender, who is undoubtedly informing him that they don’t want any trouble with the mafia and could he please refrain from aggravating their important guests or otherwise, take his business elsewhere? 

    Another person noticed Dazai’s laugh though, and as they finally made eye contact from across the room Dazai felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him. Still, he had appearances to keep up so he just waved back sunnily, throwing in a wink for good measure. 

    “Hey Chuuya!” Dazai greeted him brightly as he approached. “Crazy seeing you here, huh?” Chuuya glowered back at him without saying a word. “Anyways, since I got here first I think you all should be the ones to find a new place to drink, okay?” The rest of the table had fallen silent, everyone’s eyes flicking back and forth between Dazai and the unknown but obviously dangerous mafia member that had approached them.

    “The fuck are you doing here, bastard?” 

    “Oh you know, just out spending some quality time with my favorite coworkers!” Atsushi yelps as Dazai throws an arm around his shoulders to emphasize how much fun they were all having together. “You’re having fun, right Atsushi?” 

    “I guess you could say that,” Atsushi answers weakly, looking a little unhappy to be abruptly drawn into what seemed like a tense conversation. Dazai lets him go.

    “I’m not in the mood to start shit. You stay in your corner and we’ll stay in ours and it’ll be like neither of us is here, okay?” For all the angry expressions he was making, Chuuya sounds surprisingly tired. Suddenly, antagonizing a Port Mafia executive in public with all his new colleagues right in the line of fire didn’t seem like a good use of energy this evening.

    “Sure, sure.” Dazai looks away, bored and dismissive. “Just keep it down, I don’t need my evening further interrupted by barking dogs.” Chuuya’s fist tightened in frustration, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned back to his companions and found a table out of the direct line of Dazai’s sight.

    The ADA table sits in uncomfortable silence for a moment, until Kunikida comes slinking back after being firmly scolded by the bartender. Dazai pokes fun at Kunikida’s natural inclination for aggression, the table laughs, and finally Dazai feels in control of the situation again. He lets out a deep breath he had barely realized he was holding, and finally relaxes into the evening again. 

+++

and the upcoming sequel when you go out for drinks with your coworkers and everyone else is done but youre an alcoholic so you stay for another drink and then another and now it’s just you and your ex rival whatever that means in a silent arms race of who will cave first and eventually you start talking because you are finally drunk. and broke.

#skk #bsd tag

[cygnuswheel]

no one’s here and no one’s going to save you. this is a nightmare waiting to happen, isn’t it? but he can’t wake up any more than he already has. everything’s spinning. it’s hopeless.

oscar sits in a bathroom, post volume 6.

( note: this was inspired by @flame-cat‘s recent comic that they posted on their art blog! i had a lot of thoughts about it and wanted to see where i’d go with one particular spin of mine. please make sure to check out their work!! )

oscar. oscar.

oscar, listen to me.

it’s a haze. the rush and the hurt and the panic can only lead to hyperventilation, to discomfort and to a hollowed spite. the air comes in and out, but he isn’t breathing. it’s like he’s drowning in his own presence.

what did this mean? how could he let this happen now, when everything was hinging tomorrow going perfectly? this isn’t the time for this. it was never the time for this, for the tears and the loathing and the absolute feeling of disgust. his thoughts are racing, trying so hard to come to some sort of conclusion, some way to feel better. yet, every time he tells himself to calm down, that his thoughts don’t matter and that this whole thing doesn’t matter, it comes back. a plague that sticks in his chest and summons forth a pain that sits in his torso, soaked by the sobs and heaves and chattering teeth. 

oscar.

it’s all useless. why even try this at all? the relic, the plan, the whole fate of the world-- why, none of it really seemed to be all that important anymore, but, at the same time, it’s the biggest thing that he’ll ever be a part of in his entire life. it matters. it doesn’t matter. everything matters. everything matters but you. how would he be able to contribute to this, to any of this? his job was to be a vessel, a messenger of higher thought and information that the team relied on, but everything’s been so out of order lately. the information is lies. the promises are lies. the bonds he formed with everyone was a lie. he’s nothing without this great and powerful curse placed upon him. he’s just a boy. a fourteen year old boy that doesn’t know how to do anything. and he would never know how to do anything.

stop.

the word grips him like a hand placed firmly upon the shoulder. oscar’s eyes are wide, lips pulled back to show a sorrowful grimace, a face full of tears. his chest feels like it’s going to burst from the pause. he looks from one side to the other, nothing. the bathroom is empty other than himself, light dimly illuminating his strife as the rest of the party slept, surely anxious enough that they didn’t need any of the shit that he could dump on them. it wasn’t worth it for them, surely. he was barely going to be around in the long run anyway. there’s no need to bond with some pathetic creature that didn’t have much time left in the world anyway. and it’s not like he was any fun to be around either, with misery wrapping around him like a homespun cape--

you’re not a miserable person to be around, oscar.

there it is again. the boy squeaks in surprise, voice cracking in a startled motion as he curls further into himself, breathing ragged and wetness beginning to soak into the cloth of his knees. really? right now? his throat is rubbed raw and even the very labor of getting a wheeze out feels like absolute agony, so verbal communication here doesn’t seem like an option that he can take right now. still, his thoughts are loud and clear, defensive and bitter and oh so sorry: what the fuck. what the fuck. what do you want?

... you already know, don’t you? a sigh escape’s ozpin’s lips, presence light and shy, clearly a bit sheepish at the fact that he was around at all. after that grand disappearing act ( something that everyone else labeled as unfair abandonment, though oscar has a slightly different opinion on that matter ), it’s only natural that the wizard is reluctant to be around. to be here for you, something that i had previously failed at quite spectacularly. oscar scoffs. right. that must be it. what a joke. it was already obvious to him, clear as day. they were bound together, linked by an unfortunate rope of fate that put one of the most powerful men on the planet with some pathetic weakling that can’t even do his job without getting cold feet--

oscar, please. it’s a pressing, imploring tone, edging out to something that could possibly be described as sad. ( it still feels euphoric. it’s an addicting sort of validation that only draws in guilt. he doesn’t deserve any of this if he’s practically begging for it through the use of a panic attack. how deplorable. ) ozpin continues on, quiet yet firm: you’ve done more than what anyone could have ever asked you to do. never mind the addition of your age or life circumstances-- this, to any human being, would have had them meet their breaking point much, much earlier than you.

you’ve been strong. liar. more than i could have ever expected from you. stop. stop. i’ve been alive for far too long to not be able to recognize your efforts. you’ve been overworking yourself. but he’s not, he’s really not. it wasn’t true. if he was, then--

‘ then why is everything i’m doing never enough? ‘

his breath hitches. oscar is forced to stare at the wall tiling, the vague image of a warped reflection looking all too brown and black. discomfort dancing from one organ to the next, he tries to imagine dark greens, soft silvers. it’s a warmth that he’s desperate to have. some guidance. some way to keep going forward so he can ignore this ugly mess inside of his chest. inside his mind, he feels from ozpin a sensation that could only be described as a forlorn look gazing down at him, unsure but all too familiar. what would be enough, oscar? tell me.

the question leaves the boy a strange sense of winded, eyebrows knitting together as the frown remains on his face. he sniffles, bare hand coming up to rub at his eyes, hiccuping as he forces out words, something to regain control of the conversation, to regain footing on his very own uncertainty. “ i-i-- i would have been able to, i don’t know, fix this easier. i would have been able to tell them what they could do so they d-didn’t have to risk their lives like this. i would have been strong enough to be able to lead them to wherever the lamp needed to go. “ it sounds ridiculous. he knows it is, but it keeps spilling out, as if someone had forcefully broken open his dam. “ i would h-have been able to tell him that you were gone, and that it was j-just me. “ ( while the pain has disappeared, he will never, ever forget the sensation of having his back shoved against that wall, fury in the blond’s eyes and the reach that oz had made during it. ruby had yelled at him, made him stop in his tracks. oscar hadn’t been able to do anything. anything at all. ) “ i-i would have known what to do-- “

i didn’t know what to do, oscar. ozpin interrupts, clearly not wanting to hear anything more from the boy at the moment. his presence is heavier now, closer to the surface and beside the child. vague instructions and sprinklings of hope. ha ha. it would be unfair of me to think that you would know either. another sigh. this time, it’s both of them in sync. oscar feels his heart rate begin to settle more and more. it still hurts. i left you. after all the measures i had taken to control you. a pause. ... both physically and mentally. 

i never stopped to think anything about praise and encouragement past our shared duty. i never celebrated you for who you were, simply a means to an end by my own action. but that was fine, oscar thinks, incredulous at the statement. it’s fine, because he won’t exist in time, so ozpin could do whatever he wanted, right? right? the wizard frowns. of course not. do you really think i’m above being held accountable for my actions? should miss xiao long and everyone else not been furious with me?

oscar pauses, swallowing a hard lump that had begun to grow in his throat during the conversation that he had neglected to pay any mind to earlier. he can’t say that. he can’t say that because he felt the very same anger right in the beginning, when he had dragged himself out of the depths of his mind and stopped ozpin from taking back the relic. he was angry because it was wrong. he was angry because he thought they were fighting for a justice that deserved honesty. he understood why his cheek had been sore for days after qrow had rushed ahead to give oz a strong right hook. they had been betrayed. 

you had been betrayed.

after i had insisted that you could trust me. it’s a wan, self-loathing sound that echoes through oscar’s mind. he isn’t used to this. this overt display of... well, anything human. it had stopped after the ex-headmaster had run away. his crying had been a phenomenon that oscar had not completely grown to accept as normal yet. whether or not i’m proud of my actions doesn’t excuse what i’ve done to everyone. you especially, oscar.

please don’t try to hold a burden that no single person should bear. oscar closes his eyes. please don’t ignore how much you’re hurting. he’s shaking. there’s tears again, reintroduced. please don’t make the same mistakes i did. 

“ i-i don’t know what else to do. “ the boy chokes out, no longer hyperventilating but so, so sad. he’s holding the cracking pieces of his spirit and begging for direction. “ there’s so much to do, w-we don’t have time for this. “

i do, oz says. i have more than enough ‘time for this’, oscar. especially after everything. a puzzled quirk of the child’s brow. i...

... i want you to be able to grow on your own, oscar. what a kind, gentle voice. my interruptions do little to help you with your autonomy. i’m enough of an overbearing presence already without the whole subject of possession. a sniff from the smaller one. i understand that it feels both too early and too late, with the complications i’ve thrown into the mix, but... you deserve to be able to mature into your own self. 

so please don’t ignore your own feelings, the entity pleads, and in that moment, oscar, more than anything, just wants to hug the other and not let go. it’s overwhelming. to be honest, i’d be insulted if you decided to go down the path of being as foolish as me. he feels a tingling in his arm, not too forceful but still a bit leading. he follows the sensation and, in a strange movement, ends up rubbing his own hair. a confused look. i can’t manage much more at the moment without being disrespectful, ozpin answers, letting the smallest suggestions of a smile begin to hint at his voice. but i’ve always been a good listener, if you ever need an ear from the local curse in your mind. 

something bubbles in him. oscar doesn’t know what until midway of it happening-- a chuckle. it doesn’t sound the most delicate, as his throat had recently been assaulted by his own dread, but it’s so much sweeter compared to all the previous panicked babble and anxiety coming from his own mouth. the corners of them are beginning to upturn into the smallest grin. “ o-okay. i’ll try. “

i’m yours for the rest of the night and always after, mister pine.

“ ... alright. “ 

in the unspoken recesses of his thoughts, he makes a promise, a tiny thing, but nevertheless dear and precious beyond anything else.

‘ i’ll try. ‘

#oscar pine #ozpin #rwby #tw suicidal ideation #tw negativity #( two souls. ) #[ oh god i forgot what tags were ] #[ i wrote this in two hours in hopes of reactivating my prose gene! it's unbeta'd and word vomit again but i hope its readable ] #[ i love oscar pine a lot guys :( ]

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

ASM vol 5 #9/810 Thoughts

I wrote this before the arc had finished so please bare that in mind if you read on because I recognize some of it might seem weird or redundant in the wake of the conclusion tot he arc.

Kinda sorta mixed feelings for this issue.

 Okay so here are the aspects I DIDN’T like.

 The recap page implies that the general public is starting to forget Peter ran Parker industries and that the heroes all think Spider-Man is in the pocket of the Kingpin.

 Now recap pages aren’t actually part of a story so they don’t exactly count per se.

 But if that is the intention of the author then the series has done a poor job of conveying the former. It’s just ignored the elephant in the room that was Parker Industry.

 And whilst Spencer was saddled with that mess a mess it was nevertheless and he’s cleaned up a lot of other things. Whilst I didn’t consider it a mess necessitating any cleaning up nevertheless when Steven Moffat took over Doctor Who in 2010 (technically 2009 but that’s not important) very early on he established that the massive global Dalek invasion everyone on Earth knew about had been erased from everyone’s memories (mostly) meaning that now alien invasions could happen and new characters would react as though they were sceptical of the existence of wider alien life.

 Again, this wasn’t necessary but the point being was that Moffat put the work in to fix something he perceived as a big problem that resulted from the prior regime. Spencer has been doing some of the same here but not addressed that biggest of elephants in the room that from it’s mere announcement the fanbase was collectively calling out as something that would fuck over the series going forward. Because absolutely not would the general public just forget who Peter Parker was in regards to PI, let alone the company itself.

 As for the Kingpin thing, I never thought about it until just this issue but I kind of have issues with it now. Because even if the other heroes do not know Peter’s identity surely they DO know Spider-Man and/or Kingpin well enough by this point that they’d not presume Kingpin and Spider-Man to be buddies.

 I mean there ARE ways to explain their feelings, like if they presume Spider-Man to be an imposter or something but him being on the outs with the other heroes merely because Fisk put on an appearance of them being friends in spite of their years of animosity shouldn’t make the heroes automatically resentful towards Spider-Man.

 Again, it can work but Spencer needs to better elaborate upon it.

 Moving in I did have a few issues with Felicia here. At first Spencer seemed to have her acting vindictive akin to stupidity of Slott’s run after SpOck sent her to jail. But then he explained why she was actually miffed at him and it made more sense.

 Well sorta.

 On the one hand Felicia has always been in love with Spider-Man and so if in character Felicia should jump at the chance to sleep with him if he propositions her. On the other hand though she does say Spider-Man was being creepy which and we get a mere snippet of what he was doing, so presumably he might’ve gone further than that.

 The other thing I didn’t like was Peter’s attitude to Felicia. Hey I’m all for ignoring stupid continuity if you are trying to fix things, but here...that isn’t happening. Peter is treating Felicia as an old friend but she hasn’t been that since 2009 and he’s still lying to her. Maybe that will be fixed next issue and their old relationship established but right now it is problematic.

 Oh and also the issue seemed to treat their old relationship as being messed up due to Felicia’s criminal tendencies when that wasn’t it. They hooked up in a monogamous relationship 3 times and whilst that was why they broke up the first time that wasn’t what happened on the second or third occasions.

  Finally I wish Spencer wasn’t maintaining Felicia’s tendency to be evil. Being a Robin Hood style character okay sure. But here she is basically what she was like in 2009 (except not made into a vessel for Joe Kelly’s midlife crisis sexual fantasies) but if she’s still like that her character is still in need of repair.

 Now this isn’t to say I hated every moment they interacted. Far from it. it was more on point than it’s been in a long time and much improved over BND and Slott’s run. So within the context of post-OMD Spider-Man it was good but within a wider context there are still problems. It is at least written better than before, I especially loved the acknowledgment of them making for a good team.

 Finally I disliked the art. Common criticism by this point but it stands.

 That’s everything I disliked but on the more positive side of things I felt that the general plot of the Thieves Guild is still a fun idea.

 The Thieves Guild are an X-Men/Gambit concept but Spencer has put enough distance between them that this NYC chapter of them can be played enough as a ‘Spider-Man thing’. And the notion of them swiping all the paraphernalia of superheroes through the power of super thievery is a fun superhero plot.

 I also don’t mind Felicia being a member of their ranks. I mean I feel like if she always had that tattoo Peter would’ve noticed by now, but there are numerous ways to explain that. If nothing else I love the scene between Felicia and her Dad, because it humanizes her, touches on her origin and allows her to be more her own character. I feel there is so much potential to be exploited from exploring Felicia’s relationship.

 Now in spite of all those complaints I actually loved this issue because of the Mary Jane subplot. There are some feelings I’m wrestling with in regards to it though but on balance I think this was ingenious on Spencer’s part.

 Okay first thing’s first. The artwork by Michele Bandini looked really nice. If you are going to have two artists work on the same story dividing them up based upon the subplot and the main plot is actually a pretty clever idea. I didn’t know there was going to be two artists actually and so when I checked out the preview pages before the issue’s release I was confused as to why Ramos’ style looked so much better from one page into the next. I wish Bandini had done the whole story to be honest.

 But onto the subplot itself.

 To begin with it’s just lovely seeing Spencer actually give MJ a subplot of her own and focus upon her. And it’s good focus too. So far he’s not really mishandled her in this story at all so Spencer seems to be a decent MJ writer. I hope this trend continues and the relative lack of Mj/his use of MJ within his first two arcs was more about building up Peter and also paying tribute to Superior Foes which landed him this job in the first place.

 I didn’t see the Carlie twist coming. Honest of all characters that reveal could have been she was the farthest from my mind. For some reason my mind was fixated upon Bobby CCarr or Jonathan Caesar somehow.

 Now Carlie is...controversial of course.

 Carlie was one of the many lame Brand New Day era characters with her status made worse than many of the other ones because

 a)      She was at times a Mary Sue

b)      She was pushed hard as the new love interest. I mean really, really, really pushed hard

c)       She had an inconsistent character design

d)      She was at times bland and at other times just...not nice. See her considering getting a Green Goblin tattoo to piss Peter off. Yes she was drunk but I don’t care how drunk or angry you are that’s like considering getting a Nazi tattoo to piss off your Jewish boyfriend. You are just nasty at that point

e)      She was an idiot during Superior despite being the most sceptical person of Otto

 Carlie to say the least was HATED by the fandom.

 Now look let’s not sit here and pretend the fandom hate went beyond what was warranted by the character. She was treated as an 11 on the ‘this character sucks’ scale.

 But that doesn’t mean she didn’t score a very solid 7 or 8 if you catch my drift.

 Here though she is arguably written better than ever before, not in the least because most of those problems listed above are being avoided or addressed.

 Rather than being an overcritical and judgemental asshole like in her last appearance who either attributes blame to Peter for the horrible things happening to her or else makes it clear the nature of who he is means he’s doomed to misery because no one could put up with that, here she acknowledges none of it is his fault and he deserves happiness.

 Spencer does drop his continuity ball though by listing off the wrong reason for why Peter and Calrie broke up. According to him Carlie couldn’t handle dating Spider-Man but in reality it was the fact that he was lying to her that was the problem.

 Whatever though, nobody cares why Peter and Carlie broke up, so long as they did.

 Similarly, if Spencer wants to try and rehabilitate the character who neglected to inform her ‘friend’ and roommate that she might be dating a villain without realizing it, okay let’s give him and this character a second chance. If Carlie wants to say she always liked MJ in spite of her douche actions lets draw a line under it and try again.

 Now we move onto the meat of the subplot. The support group for superhero supporting cast members.

 This idea gives me some mixed feelings and it somewhat depends upon how it  is handled going forward.

 On the negative side, I do not want this to turn into a subtextually critical evaluation of how MJ handled life with a hero in a past or how older runs did. Also the story is somewhat ignoring how MJ DID have people she could talk to about this in the past, like Felicia and Aunt May. But currently neither character knows his secret, might not be finding out anytime soon so okay I guess I understand why Spencer is treating it this way.

 I think Spencer’s putting in little lines of dialogue and presents a resistance within MJ to joining the group which makes it clear to us that, whilst Carlie felt alone and unsafe keeping Peter’s secret, MJ doesn’t feel quite like that even though it might be a struggle all the same.

 Which is in character, remember she kept his secret for years beginning with AF #15. Similarly MJ has had issues opening up to people in the past and has seen first hand the cost of exposing Peter’s secret.

 Now in spite of all I’ve said, I cannot tell you how much I ADORE the idea of a support group for super hero friends and family.

 If Spencer plays this right it could wind up as one of the mainstays of the Marvel Universe’s architecture, like Night Nurse or what have you.

 It just makes sense as a piece of world building for the Marvel Universe and is an emotionally engaging idea that ANY comic book series can pick up.

 Moreover it highlights the innate quiet awesomeness that is Jarvis. Jarvis is like Alfred but to the whole Avengers and one of the most bad ass bad ass normals in the whole Marvel Universe so highlighting him as this proactive, helping and caring individual is appreciated.

 This idea is a great addition to Peter and MJ’s relationship too as it gives Mj something to do aside from wait by a window and counters one of the most frequent weapons in the anti-MJ/marriage brigade’s arsenal.

 “MJ can’t be with Peter because it’s worse than being with a cop because they get to talk to other cop’s families. It’s just so toxic for her!!!!11!!!”

 See Fred Van Lente’s piece of shit MJ story in ASM #605 for proof of this.

 But right here Spencer finds a solution to that complaint (which I’m sure the anti-MJ brigade just love  him for) and one that makes justifying breaking them up again a lot harder.

 Also guessing who all the people in the meeting was turned out to be really fun.

 Over all I loved this issue because in spite of my problems with the Felicia end of things the MJ end was brilliant.

p.s. Isn’t it a little weird for Spider-Man to not remember what ‘Spider-Man’ did when they were separate people?

I guess you could argue that his memories from ‘Peter’ might be hazy too. Or that this weird science comes with ‘rules’ like that, e.g. one side has to dominate the other.

#Spider-Man #Black Cat #Mary Jane Watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #mj watson #mjwatsonedit #Felicia Hardy #peter parker #Nick Spencer #Michele Bandini #Humberto Ramos #Marvel #Marvel Comics #Marvel Universe #X-Men #the Black Cat #Amazing Spider-Man

[breakthedawn]

On Voltron Season 8 & Klance

The fact that the first time I’m posting on this tumblr is about Voltron just shows how trash I am for this show lol.

But on a much more serious note, I thought I would break my own silence on the way I feel about the show and the final season. Just as a cathartic sort of venting. I’d like to let it be known that while I’m being critical of the show, I do not intend to bash it or it’s team in any way. These are just my honest thoughts on one particular facet of this show, and to be honest, it’s not even the biggest part of the show, which I generally is better than most will admit. It is a huge part of the fandom though, for better or for worse. I’d also like to point out that this is just me working through some thoughts and feelings. I have no problem with shipping or people who ship or any ships in the show, but this particular ship is trending a lot lately, so I thought I’d add my two cents, because I’m shameless Lance trash, and I, like many, wanted better for him. And I’m honestly not sure that Klance being canon would have been the way to go, given we what we have. It’s quite long lol, so more under the cut.

A please keep in mind, Klance is one small part of the show, but one large part of the fandom. I have thoughts on Shiro, Allura, Coran, Lotor, and Hunk and Pidge...and everything, but this is where I’ve chosen to start for now.

Ok. Full disclosure. I don't like Klance.

Which in hindsight is fascinating, considering I got into the show through Klance shortly after season one all that time ago. I supported Klance, I enjoyed it, I even went through the entire Klance tag on AO3 back then, to the point where I literally had to go searching for new and engaging explorations of their dynamic.

Half-way through the my getting into Klance, I watched the actual show. I didn't actually see the chemistry of a romance there, but I definitely saw an engaging basis for a strong friendship. Didn't stop me from shipping it, but it did provide perspective. I personally saw the subtext as friendship, or maybe a one-sided crush on Lance's part at most, but I could see where the shipping roots lay...

And then the Lion Swap.

To this day, I maintain that the Lion Swap was the true downfall of Lance's potential. And not the fact that they swapped Lions, but the fact that it was permanent. Because to be honest, Lance has never had much of a character in the show. All we're presented with in Canon are surface level character traits that definitely imply a deeper and more complex story. But the show never follows through on them. What most of the fandom accepts to be Lance's character is actually derived from the fandom itself, in my humble opinion. Just enough is shown for us for us draw reasonable conclusions, and that's what we as fans have ran with up until now.

In reality, once the Lion Swap occurs in the show, Lance begins to be defined not by his own actions or traits, but by the other characters. Namely Keith and Allura and later Clone Shiro. What most seem to see in Klance as far as season 3 and onwards is as such; Lance supports Keith and has his back, and is there for him. Keith recognizes and appreciates Lance in a way that the others just don't. And I see this too. And I hate it.

Not Keith and Lance's dynamic, which is sweet but honestly a bit out of nowhere? (Like, where in the show did we see the moment where Lance made the active decision to put aside his one-sided rivalry? From what we saw, with the whole argument with Shiro about the Blade of Mamora mission, Lance should have resented Keith even more. Because that wasn't an imagined little competition between them in which Lance felt the need to prove himself, that was someone active denying Lance the chance to prove himself in favor of Keith for no good reason other than a personal bias. If we'd been shown Lance having a serious conversation with Keith about Lance still supporting and trusting him despite the Galra genes, I could believe that Lance would unabashedly support and comfort Keith over the Black Lion's choice, but we didn't get that. )But the fact that this is now the only aspect of Lance's character that seems to matter to the plot, other than his feelings for Allura. His insecurities only matter when Keith notices and tries to comfort him. His dedication to the team only matters when he's acting as Keith's impulse control. He has no real weight to the plot other than being a support for Keith. His friendship with Hunk and Pidge takes a back seat, his relationship with Coran amounts to nothing special. His interactions with Allura are reduced to his obviously one-sided feelings for her, and no one on the team even takes his feelings seriously!

And then we get this build up with Clone Shiro and Lance starting to butt heads and the Clone confiding in Lance as though Lance is actually going to be an integral part in bring real Shiro back (that astral plane scene?), and then he ends up having nothing to do with it in the end! It's so frustrating to think that there was so much potential here and it was literally wasted to keep the focus on Keith and Shiro as the main characters.

But what aches the most is that at this point (season 5-7), they still have the opportunity to something great with Lance. Him dying to save Allura? The way Keith treats him when he comes back? The way Hunk and Pidge treat him? The fact that Allura seems to be treating him like a rebound all of a sudden? If they would have addressed these things in Canon, we could have gotten such a fulfilling and amazing character arc!

They should have returned him back to Blue.

They should have focused on the traits that made Blue choose him in the first place. His loyalty, his love for his team, his compassion, his tendency for self-sacrifice. If they were only going to make him a supporting character for the other main players and have that define his character, then they should have gone all the way and acknowledged that as being his character. Let him be the one who has everyone's backs. Let him be the emotional crutch of the team. Let him flow like water into whatever role is needed of him because he's a team player at heart. Let him be a support character but have the rest of the team fucking acknowledge him as their support character. Have them notice how much he's done for them, have them notice how much they take him for granted, have them notice how much of his self-esteem is tied to how he can help them and have them act on it! Have Keith realize that he's treated the person who helped make him into the leader that he is like shit and have him apologize and try to make up for it! Have Hunk and Pidge realize that they've been cruel about their friend's feelings in a way he's never been about theirs and have them make up for it! Have Shiro realize that Lance probably hates himself for not saving him and make them talk it out! Have Allura realize that she's started to use Lance for comfort and make her own up to that! Have them acknowledge that Lance would literally die for them and make them work to show how much they appreciate him! Have them realize that Lance embodies the ideals of Blue through and through and let him take up the role as Blue Paladin again! Allura was better suited for Red anyway!

This is what would get us to the subdued and gentle Lance that we see in season 8. This is what would make his connection with Blue in the first season have true weight to it. This is what would make me want Klance to be canon. Because as it is now? Lance is not a character with and arc and a resolution and a true role in the story. He's a plot device used to facilitate other characters growth and and just one half of two ships that weren't treated with care and respect in the show.

Because all those moments the fandom points to for Klance? Keith hasn't earned them, in my honest opinion. He hasn't earned the right to be Lance's love interest. He's certainly earned the title of best friend or trusted ally. I believe Lance was a huge part of Keith's growth and redevelopment, and his admittance to trusting and relying on Lance is an amazing milestone and conclusion for his character, but it feels like a disservice to Lance's character for that to be the only evidence that Klance should be canon. Because Lance has been treated horribly by the story, and at times the characters, including Keith, and the fact the this is never acknowledged makes me hate Klance a little bit. Because what is Lance without Keith?

So yes, I'm disappointed with how the last season turned out, but it's not because of Klance. It's not even because of the plot. In general, I tend to think the show is better than people give it credit for, and that the fandom expects far too much from this team. However, the wasted potential of Lance's character is just too much for me to hold my tongue. And even though I didn't buy Allurance for one second, the fact that they put them together only to kill her off is just so frustrating to me. I don't understand how we got here, but this is where we are. Nevertheless, I thank the cast and crew from the bottom of my heart for all their hard work, and I will continue to be active in the fandom despite how I feel about the show's conclusion.

#voltron #vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #klance #allurance #voltron legendary defender #spoilers

[jules-montague]

With You, I Am Strong || Julaci

traci tried her best to fall asleep but all she did was toss and turn all over her bed, she was trying hard not to think about a certain woman whom she truly missed. she missed not only the times they spend in bed together, or in showers, secluded areas where they won't get caught with things that they do, but she missed her company, the warmth and security the she has given her. traci couldn't help but think about her soft features, her hair that she really hasn't complimented. she wasn't actually good with words, that's why she settles with the small things she could do, like draw patterns on the woman's back after a long night of rampant fucking, or rubbing her thumb against her palm to calm her down. she didn't know what it is she feels with the other, but she loves it. 

her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door, picking up a shirt from the floor, she quickly puts it on and rushes quickly to the door, hoping it was the one in her mind. "jules," she breathes out, a sleepy smile forming on her face.

Jules was in an absolutely mood. She'd just been let out of a three week isolation stint following a mission that had gone TERRIBLY wrong and she knew that Hellfire was far from pleased with her- despite the fact that her actions had been by the book. Another agent had insisted that she had been slacking off- which was entirely untrue, as he'd been the one who'd led the rest of their team to their death- and they believed his claims over hers. Because of the severity of the claim, the last three weeks had been hell as they “interrogated” her, finally coming to the conclusion by the fifth day they left her chained to a chair, injections of adrenaline and anesthesia having been given relentlessly, that they deemed her honest. Now, 22 days later, they had finally released her, only to reveal that he'd been killed in combat just days prior. While she felt vindicated that he had perished- since he'd thrown her under the bus for his own mistakes, subjecting her to days of torture by Hellfire- she also felt slighted. She was practically shaking as she walked to Tracis room, knowing the other girl- he person who had helped keep her sane through the ordeal- would be the only who would be able to help.

As soon as the door opened, she barely took half a moment to register the absolutely adorable smile on her face before surged forward, pulling the girl to her for a searing kiss. Just being in her presence helped resolve some of the anger pulsing through her, but it did nothing to lessen the excess energy she had counting through her. “Fuck I missed you.” She murmured, pressing the smaller girl against her door as it slid shut behind her.

it's been a couple of days since she last saw her, weeks to be exact. traci knew where she was and she didn't like it. she didn't like the fact that jules had went through it alone, she wish she was at least there with her. she had been through sleepless nights just thinking about it. traci won't admit it, but she even tried to be in another woman's arms to make her forget how she was worried, but it did nothing. she was worried of what might've happened to the other, since the last thing she heard about her was she was going on a mission. she didn't really know much after. 

the girl could feel tears in her eyes the moment their lips touched, moaning as she wrapped her arms around the taller one. she felt alive, the sleepiness going away in an instant when they kissed. "i-i missed you too," she says when she was pinned against the door, not even bothering to wipe her tears away as she looked at the other.

Jules wasn't exactly sure when Traci became so important to her, wasn't sure when she had gone from the cute girl who was just happened to be convenient to someone she actively missed- maybe even loved. But regardless of when that transition occurred, all she knew was that having Traci pressed between her own body and th door, her lips pressed against her own, the pain and suffering of the last few weeks seemed to fade into the back of her mind. And left in its wake was the intense desire to claim the girl in her arms as hers once more. 

Trailing kisses down to her neck, she began to nip and suck at the skin, sliding one knee between her legs as she left a sizeable mark on the pale skin. “I need my good girl. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me again as I pound into you. I'm going to ruin you.” She purred into the smaller girls ear, one hand coming up to circle her throat lightly, her thumb playing at the hollow of her neck, surge of possessiveness shooting through her. “You're mine, you know. Even when I'm away, even if you let anyone else into your bed, you belong to me.”

traci arches her back from the wall, desperate for more contact, to have her closer even though it seemed so impossible. she wanted jules in any way she would get her. either against her bedroom wall or her bed, them fucking into the night or just holding each other close, she didn't really care. but also she did feel relief course through her the moment she sees the taller woman, her worries fading in a split second the moment she was in her arms again, kissing like there was no tomorrow. 

the brunette combed her fingers through her hair, slightly tugging it when the other attached her lips on her neck, leaving a mark that she know would take a couple of days to fade. a moan escapes her lips once her knee slides between her legs. "i'm your good girl, jules, please," she rasps out, her hips slightly grinding against her knee. she loved how possessive jules is with her, gasping the moment she felt her hand on her throat. "i'm yours, all yours, baby. do whatever you want, i don't care, please."

“That's right, baby girl, you're all mine.” Jules smirked as she felt the other girl bear down on her thigh, already able to pick up the scent of her arousal. It was such a turn on to have Traci so willing to let her take control, especially since jules knew she so seldom took on such a submissive role. Pulling away to take in the sight of the other agent, her back arched, her breathing heavy and irregular, shattered what little self control she had left. “You're not going to be able to walk straight when I'm done with you.” 

With one last light squeeze, a promise, more than anything, she cut contact entirely, stepping away from the other girl. Whisking the night shirt over Traci’s head, cupping each of her perky breasts in each hand. “Damn you've got some great fucking tits,” she groaned, the unusually vulgar words rolling off her lips as she'd leaned down to take one pert nipple in her mouth and began to work on her night shorts. Pushing them, and her panties, down in one fell swoop, she reluctantly released the captive nipple with a pop. “Up on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.”

traci responds with another moan, her body moving against the woman's touch. she could feel her thighs shake just by listening to jules speak. no one had this effect on her, having her wrapped around jules' finger. she could make her come to her high just with her words. 

a whine escaped her lips at the loss of contact, leaning closer to the brunette. she raised her arms once the other tugged on the hem of her night shirt, letting her take it off. "o-oh," she breathed out once her lips made contact with her erect nipple, grabbing to her hair again as she wiggled her butt so she could take off the remains of her clothing. "okay, daddy," she whispers teasingly in reply, hopping to the bed and getting on her hands and knees like she was told to do.

There was something entirely incomparable to feeling Traci’s body quiver in her arms, but it was eclipsed almost entirely by the sight of the other girl on her hands and knees for her. Of hearing Traci call her daddy, bent over with her cute ass and tight pussy on display. Biting her lip, Jules pulled her attention from the tantalizing sight for just long enough to focus enough to shift, a long, thick cock standing at attention between her legs.

Part of her wanted to finish stripping, so that she could feel Traci’s bare skin against her own, but she had far from enough patience for that, instead crawling onto the bed still dressed. The rough texture of her jeans pressing up against the back of Traci's as grasped her length and began sliding it teasingly along her folds. Jules' front against the smaller girl's back, she stole a kiss from her, murmuring against her lips. “Beg for me, baby girl. Beg daddy to give you the fucking you need.”

traci watched from behind as an appendage started forming between jules' thighs. it was crazy amazing but it turned her on, just seeing the taller girl's abilities with the knowledge of how she is in bed sends her to the edge. the girl bites her lower lip, staring at the other's erect cock. 

she throws her head back, gasping the moment she feels her tip running against her fold. it made her wetter, even more desperate to have the brunette inside her. a loud, muffled moan escaped her lips when she kissed her, grinding her hips against hers. "daddy please," she whined. "i missed you and your cock inside me."

The shift happens with ease, and requires little concentration to maintain. Jules let's out a low groan as Traci grinds back against her, a smirk coming to her lips at the other girl's obvious need. It makes her heady with desire, knowing that only she can get Traci this way, obedient and submissive, desperate for her touch. 

She drags her tongue around the shell of the smaller girl’s ear, her breath heavy as she thrusts shallowly. “That's my good girl.” She croons as she likes up the tip of her cock with Traci’s opening and pressing just the tip into the hot warmth. “I want you to be nice and loud for daddy. Can you do that for me? I want all your neighbors to hear you.” She continued, thrusting shallowly, but never giving Traci more than an inch or two. I want them to know that you're being fucked properly, by someone who actually knows how to satisfy that slutty little pussy of yours.”

"jules, daddy, please," traci moans, moving her body closer to the other, desperate for any kind of contact. she's never been like this with anyone else, not even the girls she fucked while jules was missing. they could never satisfy her like the woman did. 

"o-oh," she gasped, feeling her tongue on her ear. the taller girl knows every single part of traci, her weaknesses, what turns her on, what makes her beg, what makes her this desperate for her touch. her frustration grows when she felt her push in inside her wet core, but not fully, and it wasn't enough, she needed more, it felt like her life depends on it. "yes, y-yes, daddy, please," she looks back at her with pleading eyes. "i'm all yours, just fuck me, please."

Having Traci like this, being allowed to possess her and dominate her, shattered what little bit of patience Jules still had and her hips surged forward without warning. Setting an almost brutal pace from the off, she let her teeth sink into the juncture where Traci's shoulder met her neck, making sure to leave a rapidly purpling mark in her wake. “Louder! I want the whole floor to know that you're mine!” 

The feeling of Traci's tight walls clenching at her length was one that never got old. She was always so tight and so warm, and Jules let out a hiss of satisfaction as she straightened up, her hands spreading her cheeks to get a better view of her cock fucking in and out of Traci. “Look at that filthy pussy taking my big cock. Did you miss daddy’s cock? The way it reaches parts of you no one else can?” She punctuated her words with a sharp slap to Traci's ass, her length thickening ever so slightly, stretching her even more. “

traci screamed in pleasure, she wasn't ready to have jules inside her. it was painful at first, but pleasure did quickly follow. she squirmed, feeling her teeth bury her skin, for sure she was going to earn looks from the other agents later but she didn't really care. jules is finally here, and she's getting what she wants. 

traci was usually dominant with the people she has been with, but she was willing to give herself to the tall woman. she gave up her control to her. "fuck yes,  daddy, i missed it, i've missed your big cock inside me," she replies loudly, moving her hips along her rhythm. the moment her hand hits her ass, she screams her name loudly.

Jules was definitely handling the other girl more roughly than she normally would, she knew Traci would let her know if it was too much for her to handle, in either actions or words. With no such signal on either fronts, she let herself get lost in the feeling of her under and around her, her hips bucking with abandon. “Louder, baby girl. I want everyone to know exactly who makes you feel this good.” 

The pleasure coursing through Jules’ veins was intoxicating and she was heady with desire as she pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “Such a good girl for me, Trace.” A moment of tenderness juxtaposed against her rough treatment. Reaching around, she began to rub light circles over her clit, and smirking as Traci reacted to the new sensation. “Don't you dare cum without daddy’s permission.”

traci has never seen jules like this before, and she's not complaining. her body was a bit surprised by this though, and she loved how the other still makes her feel something new. "jules, fuck," she screams louder, her voice accompanied by the squeaking of her bed as the other took a faster, harder pace. 

her legs were starting to feel like jelly as she was getting close, squirming at the other's praise. "i'm-- i'm your good girl, daddy, a-all yours," she gasps, trying her best to keep her eyes open. traci was getting closer, her climax building up rapidly when the other started on rubbing her clit, making her moan desperately. "daddy, please,"  she begged, trying to match her pace with the other. "please make me cum."

Jules wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so alive as she did in this moment. Nor had she ever felt closer to the girl under her. “Not yet, baby girl. Not yet,” she hissed, her feeling her own orgasm rapid approaching as Traci clenched around her. It was almost too much, and she knew Traci wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. “Almost. Just hold on a little longer for me.” 

Rubbing at her clit mercilessly, Jules pressed down between her shoulder blades, allowing her to go even deeper as she finally gave the Traci permission to let go. “Cum for me, Traci," She said, her voice low and husky, "Cum for me, my good girl.” Traci felt like a vice grip around her, and it only took two more thrusts before she was releasing deep in her hot pussy. “FUCK, YES! TRACI!” She screamed, her hips thrusting on instinct as she helped ease Traci down from her peak.

traci lets out a loud whine in response, she doesn't know if she could still hold it in, but she did, for jules. the girl throws her head back when the other rubbed her clit harsly. she couldn't stop from screaming, burying her fingers into the sheets. the moment traci was allowed to cum, jules's name echoed in the whole floor, pleasure shooting all over her body, her thighs trembling like there was no tomorrow. she buries her face on the pillow, moaning lowly when she felt the taller girl spill her seed deep inside her. 

the brunette circled her hips against hers for a few more times before she lets her pull out. she then pinned her down on the bed and snuggled up to her as she catches on her breath. "five minutes," she whispers, nuzzling her face on the other's neck. traci could honestly go on all night long, but the lack of sleep for the past couple of days was taking a toll on her. "i missed you," she whispered against her skin.

“That's my good girl,” Jules groaned into her ear as her hips slowly came to a stop. She felt like she was on cloud nine, a lazy grin coming to her face as she felt the residual clench and release of her pussy as the aftershocks of her orgasm shot through Traci's spent body. As much as she was loath to do it, almost tempted to try and pull another release from the smaller girl, Jules gently eased out, able to tell that Traci needed a few minutes to recover. Letting her body shift to its normal form, she pulled off the remained of her clothes, suddenly needing to feel the other girl's skin against her own. 

Smirking as Traci nudged her onto her back and cuddled up against her, she pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tangling their legs together. “Did I tire you out already, baby girl?” She asked teasingly as she wrapped one arm around the smaller girl, her other hand tracing light, nonsensical patterns along her hip and thigh. Jules couldn't remember a time where she had felt so contented, so effortlessly happy. Tilting her head up, she stole a deep, languid kiss, smiling against her lips as she spoke, “I missed you too, Traci.”

traci didn't realize how much she missed the feeling of jules's skin against hers, to be able to listen to her heart beat, her breathing. she wouldn't admit it, but it was her lullaby, things that could make her sleep peacefully. jules made her feel normal, like they weren't at tartarus at all, with the watchful eyes of hellfire. and she loved the feeling of it, maybe she loved this woman, but never really knew how to admit it. if there was one thing she wasn't good at, it was expressing her feelings. 

"no," she mumbled, chuckling against her neck. she couldn't help but smile cheekily when she felt jules's lips on her forehead, she felt like a giddy teenager. her fingers on her skin were soothing, she felt safe in her arms, from the nightmares and the sleepless nights. that kiss, for traci, was something different, nothing like those kisses they shared, whenever they needed a warm body to be with at cold nights. "please stay here, with me?"

Jules felt the other girl melt against her and let out a contented sigh. It wasn't like her, to allow herself to feel so affected by such a simple act of intimacy- or really even allow herself intimacy like this at all- but for once she didn't want to shy away from it. It's been nearly ten years since she allowed herself to get attached to someone and even though her brain screamed at her to be weary, her heart ignored it entirely. 

Inhaling the soothing and familiar scent that was just Traci, she pulled the other girl even closer, curling around her smaller form. “Always, Trace.” Jules murmured as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Nothing and no one will keep me from you ever again,” It was a bold claim to make, but Jules truly meant it. There was always danger to what they did, but now, she felt even more compelled to stay alive- to make sure she made it back to Traci, no matter what. “I wouldn’t leave my best girl, would I?”

traci supports herself with her arm to stare at jules lovingly, kissing the tip of her nose then whispers shyly, "did i ever tell you how much i've loved your hair?" she hides her face against her neck again, pecking on her skin from time to time. she doesn't remember the last time she's been like this with someone, to have this side of hers out, a side she doesn't know that exists, but somehow the other has successfully let out. and for the first time in her life, she felt genuinely happy, contented. 

snuggling up in her arms, traci gives her a sleepy smile. she loved seeing this side of jules that no one else gets to see. she looks at the taller girl, tears starting to form up in her eyes, it wasn't a sad one, it was something out of happiness. "good, because i haven't had enough sleep in a while, and i only get good sleep with you," she pouted, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes. she couldn't help but laugh, this wasn't really like of her. she puts her hand on her stomach unconsciously tracing patterns on her skin, kissing her jawline.

“Just my hair?” She quipped with a teasing grin. There was something so strangely domestic about the situation Jules found herself in, cuddling up with Traci like this, the desire to leave entirely absent. Her hands leisurely travel down the length of the other girl’s body and she let out a low hum of approval every time she feels her lips against her throat. The tears in her eyes caught Jules off guard, but she merely wiped them away with the soft pad of her thumb, repeating her words back to her. “Have I ever told you how much I love your eyes?” 

A soft chuckle escaped her at Traci’s little pout, and she couldn't help but tease her a little more.”Ahh, so the truth is out. I'm just your favorite sleep aid?” Tutting she let out a sigh of faux dismay. Though, the slight upturn of the corner of her lips betrayed her, “I suppose I can live with that since I never sleep quite as well without you in my arms either.” The admission was quiet, but once the words were spoken, Jules found she didn't want to take them back, her hand sliding up to rest over Traci's heart.

"well, i do love a lot of things," she said as she pretended to think, grinning back at her. "maybe your lips too, i love kissing you." for the amount of time they've been together, traci had listed things that she loves about jules in her head. she could just go on and on about those all night, but just thinking about doing it, telling her all those things made her blush. "jules....," she trailed off, her blush becoming more evident at her words. nobody's ever done this to her in such a long time until now. 

"not a sleeping aid, but my favorite cuddle buddy. you know, since nobody cuddles with me the best but you," she wiggled her eyebrows, teasing back at the other. traci couldn't help but peck on her lips after she admits about the same feeling she had, cupping her face with her own hands. "i just...i just missed you so much...i couldn't stop thinking about what might've happened and that-- that kept me up at night, jules," she whispers on her ear, slumping back in her arms. she's never shown this vulnerable side of hers before, something she buried deep and promised herself not to show ever again. but with jules, she doesn't care about breaking those promises anymore.

Jules pretended to consider her words, “Hmm, just my hair and my lips? Apparently I need to up my game.” Unable to keep up the joke, she tilted Traci's chin up to steal her lips for a languid kiss, trying convey all of her feeling through actions, rather than words. There were so many thing she wanted to say, but they felt trapped in her chest, desperate to escape, yet something held her back. For all the risks she so carelessly took, when it came to her heart, she became overly cautious. 

 “And don't you forget it.” Jules returned, smiling against Traci's lips. “You're my favorite cuddle buddy too.” 

The air in the room seemed heavier as the other girl spoke, blue boring into brown until Traci moved away, returning to her place curled into Jules’ side. “Baby girl, hey,” Pushing herself up, she shifted them so that she was straddling her hips, hovering over Traci with her hands resting on either side of her head. “I'm here, okay? I'm here and I'm fine.” She said, peppering kisses across her face. “It's going to take a lot more than that to keep me away from you.” Nuzzling their noses lightly, she continued, her voice thick with emotion. “You and me, we're stronger than anything this place tries throw at us.”

"i won't," she mutters against her lips. "really? even though sometimes...i get all the space because i always sleep on top of you?," she giggles. 

 traci's heart was beating out of her chest, her sleepiness was gone and she could feel her everything shake because of what she was feeling right now. she lets jules lay her down on her back, her eyes not leaving hers as she listens to her words. she knew their lives were always at risk the moment she became part of hellfire, she knew they could be gone at any moment. but just thinking about jules being gone in her life leaves a heavy pain in her chest, like air was taken out of her lungs. she shakes off those thoughts and wraps her arms around the girl's waist, holding her close as she kisses her face. 

"i don't feel strong without you," it was hard to admit, but traci let those words escape her lips as she looks into her eyes. those were strong words for her to say, but the only ones she could say right now.

“Yeah. Even though you sometimes try all the space because you always sleep on top of me.” Jules replies with a fond smile. “I kind of like that you always end up half on top of me.” She admitted, brushing a few loose hairs behind Traci's ear. “You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Trace. But you're not alone. I'm here,” Pausing, she looked into her eyes, the crystal clear blue that had caught her attention the first time she'd seen her, hoping to convey how much she cared about her. “I'm yours,Traci. And I'm not going anywhere.” 

The air felt heavy around them as Jules languidly returned the sweet kisses, the desire to keep Traci up a bit longer irresistible. She'd missed being close to her, if feeling Traci's soft sling against her own. While the flames of anger and frustration had calmed, they were replaced by a burning desire to show the other girl that she loved her, even if she couldn't quite say the words yet. “I know you said you were tired, baby girl, but daddy needs you.” She murmured against her lips, before trailing down her neck. Once the mark was bright red, she lifted up slightly desire clear in her eyes as she gazed down at Traci. “Let me have you one more time?”

"i was worried, and i know...i know i shouldn't have any business trying to find out how your mission went down, but i kind of did, but i got nothing," she admits shyly, not being able to look at the other. traci somehow used her ability to work her way to get information, but the head of hellfire eventually found out and she was scolded for it. she looked back into her eyes, taking a deep breath. "and i'm yours, jules. you better not, or i swear to god," she says as she lets out a light chuckle. 

as they kissed again, traci felt the need to have her skin against jules', their bodies close, it was like her necessity, something that she couldn't live without. her kisses washed all her worries away, her whole body trembling with desire, the desire to have the taller woman again, regardless of the exhaustion she was feeling. "i n-need you too, please," she moaned, feeling her lips on her neck. "i'm all yours, daddy."

A soft smile came to Jules’ face, and shook her head, “No, I understand entirely.” Though she left it at that, the rest of her thoughts were obvious. She already worried about Traci when she was gone, but if something happened to the other girl and Jules wasn’t able to get any information, she knew she’d be absolutely distraught. “Mmm, I like hearing you say it.” It was such a little thing, but the words sent a flutter of joy through Jules as she pulled Traci closer. “Hey, come on, it’ll take more than what they’ve got to keep me from you for too long.” 

“That’s my good girl.” Grinning, Jules allowed her body to be pulled back down so she was pressed flush against the smaller girl, one leg sliding between Traci’s. Her teeth and lips left a scattering of little marks across her chest, before trailing lower, lathing one nipple with attention, before giving the other the same treatment. One hand laced with Traci’s on the bed, while the other slid down to tease her lower lips, rubbing light swirls languidly over her swollen clit. While their first encounter had been fast and rough, Jules was determined to take her time this time around. She couldn’t say the words quite yet, but she wanted to show Traci how much she meant to her.

"i know you do," she teased, giggling at the other as she was pulled close. traci never imagined their relationship getting deeper like this, not a bit of expectation that they could reach this level when they met. jules turned from someone she spends her nights with to someone she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. she had her heart broken before, and never really had any thought of being with someone. but now, with the woman she had her eyes on, she's willing to put her heart on the line again. 

"fuck, yes," she moaned, arching her back up once she she felt her leg between hers, her desperate need for contact growing in every second that passes. it felt different, seeing jules like this, just feeling her against her skin, it was definitely something else, something she couldn't name even though her heart knows it's love. traci intertwined her fingers with the other as she lets her have her again for the second time tonight. "jules...," she breathes out, her eyes closed in pleasure as she moves against her touch. 

It was nice, allowing herself to be intimate with another after all these years. It satisfied a part of her that Jules had been denying for so long, and it only made it better that it was Traci who had somehow circumvented her carefully constructed walls. And as she settled more comfortably against her, rolling her hips unconsciously as her licked and nipped hard enough to leave large, mottled purple marks along the smooth column of her neck, satisfying her sudden need to mark Traci as hers. 

With one last heated kiss, Jules bit her lip, an unexpectedly sweet smile coming to her face as she slipped two fingers into Traci’s waiting heat. A low groan escaped her as she slowly sped up her movements, creating a smooth, building rhythm, using her thigh to help power each firm thrust. “I love that I get to see this side of you, Traci. You're so important to me, and I'm glad you're mine.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper and laden with affection as gazed down at the girl who had stolen her heart.

traci doesn't usually like it when someone marks her as theirs or anything that relates to them dominating her, but jules was the only exception. she realized that having the brown eyed girl possess her, own her, maybe even love her, was the the only thing she'll ever need. she might not know it yet, but she owns her whole heart. it was honestly scary just thinking about it, falling in love with someone, but at the same time she loves it, she loves having jules close to her. 

a muffled moan escapes her lips as they kiss, wrapping her arms around girl's waist as they kiss, holding her close. traci felt different being underneath her, the way she takes care of her and takes her time, a trace of aggressiveness not felt, not even a bit. "you're important t-to me too, jules. i'm all yours," she whispered in reply, almost running out of breath as she felt her fingers inside her.

The feeling of Traci's surrendering to her was one like no other, and Jules relished in the knowledge that the other girl let her leave her mark on her. While she often had the tendency of nipping during sex, this was different, and she knew Traci knew too. It was far from their usual encounters, more intimate, yet no less passionate. “You're so beautiful, babe. I missed you so much.” 

 Jules’ heart swelling in her chest, and feeling the need to be even closer, she shifted, wanting to feel Traci's around her. Pulling her fingers away, she brought then to her lips, moaning at the taste of her lover’s essence, before thrusting into the smaller girl, letting out a low moan as the sensations that crashed into her. “You're my everything, Traci.” She murmured, connecting their lips once more as her hips started moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"i missed you too, so much, jules. please...please," traci looks at her with her pleading eyes, hoping it would make the other understand what her lips could say. she gently grabs her face, pulling her close to peck on her lips. the room was quiet, compared to moments ago, screams were replaced to whispers, gasps, and low moans. 

traci watched jules lovingly when she brought her fingers to her lips, sucking on her taste. "beautiful," she couldn't help but whisper, caressing her cheek with her thumb. she then wraps her legs around the taller woman's hips, moaning her name as she moved her hips. "jules...oh my god," she shuts her eyes in pleasure.

Jules couldn’t get enough of Traci, her mouth drifting from her lips to her neck and back again, relishing in the breathy moans and sharp whimpers that seemed to pour out of the blonde. It was a symphony of sound that she never wanted to reach the end of. “I’ve got you, Trace,” She murmured, almost in a daze as she felt herself getting closer and closer. “Fuck, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” 

 With one hand slipping down to rub light circles around the smaller girl’s clit, her free hands moved to lace with Traci’s. “You feel so good. I can’t wait to make you come undone.” And with that promise, she angled her hips so that she’d hit that spot inside her that would make Traci see stars, smiling as she felt her tense up beneath her. “I want you to look at me. I want to see your eyes when you cum. Can you do that for daddy?” Jules asked, her hips speeding up suddenly desperate to see the other girl come undone.

"you're amazing...jules, don't stop, please," she lets out a small whine, her nails burying on her back, feeling every single stroke of the woman's length inside of her. it turned her on more unlike those nights of their rampant fucking. 

"jules, fuck," she moaned, arching her back up when the brunette started rubbing her clit, moving along as she tries to match her rhythm. "yes, yes, d-daddy i will, please, i'm c-close," she stutters,  now running her nails down to the small of her back for her to get deeper. "i'm gonna-- julienne," she gasps as she finally comes undone, trying her hardest to keep her eyes on the other.

“Never,” Jules breathed out, a surety in her voice that was rarely present. There was nothing and no one that could pull her away from Traci. There was no time in her life where she'd ever felt so whole, so completely content, and there was nothing she wanted more than to make Traci cum around her. For he blonde to feel even a fraction of the bliss Jules was feeling in that moment. 

“You look so good like this. Fuck, you're so beautiful.” Pulling away just enough to see Traci's face, she bit her lip as she pressed down on her clit, “Come for me Traci.” The feeling of the blonde tightening around her had Jules letting out a low moan, but she held her own orgasm back, pushing herself to prolong the other girl's release as she stared into those crystal blue eyes. “Can you give me one more, baby girl?” With renewed vigor, she sped up her thrusts once more, determined to pull one more from her, wanting Traci to come entirely undone for her.

"kiss me, please," she pleads, keeping her eyes on her, knowing that wasn't her last one for the night. "yes, yes, fuck yes," she replies, her voice getting a bit pitchier as jules picked up on her pace. "i wanna-- please let me ride you this time, jules, i want to feel you deeper inside me," she whispers with a pout. 

 and before the taller woman could even protest, traci rolled the both of them over with the strength she has left and started on rolling her hips against the brunette. "fuck, baby," she bites her lower lip, leaning close to jules as she started moving her hips. "i need you, d-daddy, need you to cum inside me, please?"

Leaning down, she pressed their lips together, the contact making her feel even closer to the blonde as she writhed beneath her. Jules wasn’t expecting Traci’s sudden movement, though, but as she found herself rolled over onto her back, she definitely didn’t mind. The new angle felt amazing and she couldn’t stop the guttural moan that escaped her as the blonde began to roll her hips. “Yes, baby, you’re so good, taking daddy so well.” 

Reaching up, she pulled at Traci until their bodies were flush against each other, Jules suddenly desperate for contact as her orgasm fast approached. At the blonde’s words, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer and this time she let it engulf her entirely, her hips freezing up as she spilled herself deep into her waiting warmth, Traci’s name falling from her lips like a prayer, over and over as she melted into the bed. “Fuck, you’re so good, Traci.” She murmured in between languid kisses, feeling exhaustion begin to set in. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

traci attached her lips on jules, kissing her lovingly, hoping it conveys the words she's been wanting to tell her but couldn't, love was such a strong word, and what it makes her feel was out of this world, how the brunette makes her feel. she throws her head back as she picks up pace, body shaking from the pleasure together with the feeling she had for her. "fuck daddy, you feel so good inside me," she pants, her eyes closed. 

as she was pulled close, traci's mouth made contact on jules' neck, moaning against her skin as she nips and sucks on it, it was her turn on leaving marks, a little trail of them. she couldn't help but smirk, planting little kisses on them. suddenly her movements became rapid, desperate for the other's release inside on her as she felt herself on the verge. she whispers her name as if it was her last breath as she came, slumping into her arms the moment they kissed. "i-- jules...," she blushed, hiding her faced on her neck, her moans muffled as she helped her pull out, "no, you're amazing."

The feeling of Traci’s teeth on her as her released burned through her left her breathless and boneless as she sank back on the bed, spent, and honestly more than happy to have her marks on her. Jules was sure that she’d never felt as content as she did in that moment, the anger and irritation that seemed to permeate every part of her at any given time quieting for the first time in her life as the blonde’s mouth came up to meet hers, their lips moving languidly against each other’s. 

 Jules was loathe to bring the moment to an end, but as Traci lifted off her, she let herself shift back to normal, glad that she returned to lay flush against her a moment later. “How can you be so perfect?” Jules asked her tone almost reverent, one hand reaching up to cup her cheek gently. While she could feel sleep tugging at the edge of her consciousness, she refused to succumb quite yet, half afraid that if she did, she’d only wake up to find herself back in her cell. Rolling them onto their sides, she tangled their legs together, pulling her close. “I’m so glad I found you.”

traci lets out a shy smile, planting a soft kiss on the woman's palm as she listens to her words. she really wasn't used to this kind of compliment, ones different from what jules usually says to her. "i-i'm not, you are," she whispers, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. as the other rolled them onto their sides, she reached out for the brunette's hair, tucking it behind her ear. "i'm so glad i found you, jules," she says, planting another soft kiss on her lips. sleep was definitely coming to her now, suddenly yawning before she gets to speak again. 

"we should shower in the morning, we reek," she says jokingly in between yawns, pulling jules closer to her. traci was contented to where she was right now, the mission she was supposed to be the next morning was far from her thoughts. she wasn't really expecting this, not really planned on telling her about the mission. it was only an easy one,  as they were told. they were only needed to retrieve an object. traci figured that she could just tell her in the morning, or leave something, like a letter, she didn't really want to ruin the moment. "baby, you should sleep, i'm right here....i should really sleep too."

The corners of her lips quirked as an unexpectedly shy smile came to Traci’s face, and Jules chuckled, enjoying the red that now stained her cheeks. “You’re too cute, Trace.” She murmured fondly, before leaning closer. Jules let out a low hum of satisfaction, her fingers trailing along Traci’s side as they kiss languidly. Part of Jules wanted to stay awake, to bask in this feeling of utter euphoria for a bit longer, but her body seemed to have other ideas, her eyelids drooping slightly as she snuggled closer. It was out of character, for her to be so tactile after sex, but this was more than just a fuck, even if she wasn’t ready to acknowledge it, quite yet. 

“Mmm, that sounds amazing. Showers with you are my favorite kind of showers by far.” As much as she hated to admit it, she was far too tired to move, nevertheless make it to the bathroom. But it would definitely give her something to look forward to in the morning. “I can’t wait to wake up with you in my arms,” She admitted softly, her voice growing heavy with sleep as her body demanded the rest it’d been denied for the last few weeks. Curling around the smaller girl, she let herself give in to the temptation as she finally slipped into a the most restful sleep she'd ever had, declarations of love murmured into the dark, too quiet for even her to be sure whether they were spoken aloud.

@bluetraci

#[ when this war ends what will we become ] #[ para 001 ]

[jouissezduprintemps]

Ghost Stories

Rating: T Words: 1991 Fandom: Naruto Summary: (Some Halloween-y fun) On the way back from their most recent mission, Team Kakashi tells ghost stories to pass the time. Tenzo pulls out an old Japanese tale in an attempt to scare the kids.

“Ugh,” Naruto scoffed. “Are we ever gonna be there? We’ve been walking forever.”

“We’ll be home soon enough,” Tenzo assured his charge. “I know walking is boring, but we’ll be home by morning if we keep moving through the night.”

“But I’m bored.”

“Why don’t we do something to pass the time? We could tell ghost stories.” Tenzo suggested, glancing at Sai and Sakura to judge their reactions.

“Please. Scary stories are for kids.” Naruto shook his head.

“Not the good ones,” Sai countered. “You’d know that if you sat down with a book every now and again.”

“Stop it, you two,” snapped Sakura. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Why don’t you start, Sakura?” Tenzo suggested.

“Okay. The one that scares me the most is Cow Head.”

“Cow head?” Naruto inquired.

Sakura nodded. “The story of Cow Head is so terrifying that no one dares to tell it. If someone is unlucky enough to hear the story, they go mad. They start shaking and shaking, and this goes on for days on end until they finally die. I heard about a schoolteacher who told the story to his class to keep them entertained. All of the kids started seizing, and the teacher couldn’t stop telling the story, even parts he’d never heard before. They were lucky enough that the bus driver wrecked, breaking the cycle. All the kids and the teacher went catatonic, and when they woke up, none of them could remember what happened or even knew what Cow Head was.”

“Wait,” Naruto narrowed his eyes. “Your scary story is about a scary story? One that no one remembers because they forget it or they die after hearing it?” He scoffed. “That’s a load of crap, Sakura, and you know it.”

“No, it’s not!” Sakura took a swing at his arm. “It’s real. How else would I know that the story’s about hanging cow skeletons and symbolic decorations?”

Naruto clapped his hands over his ears. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU! Can’t curse me!”

“Idiot.” Sakura rolled her eyes.

Sai smiled and tapped Naruto on the shoulder, making him jump. “Looks like you’re afraid of a story of a story after all, hm?”

“Hey, if you want to hear it and die, be my guest! No way I’m risking it. I’ve got way too much to live for than to die because of some dumb story.”

“Then why don’t you tell us a scary story, Naruto?” Sakura challenged.

“I have one,” Tenzo suggested. “It’s an old ghost story, one I heard from some ANBU members back when I was a kid. They swear it’s true, too.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s hear it,” Naruto challenged his captain.

Tenzo cleared his throat. “Late one night, a man was rushing up a slope, when he saw a woman crouched beside a moat, weeping bitterly alone. Afraid that she planned to drown herself, the man stopped to see if he could console her. She was well-dressed, slight of frame, and her hair was styled in the way of young girls from good families. The man approached her, crying out, ‘Honorable damsel, honorable damsel, do not cry like that! Tell me what is troubling you; I will be glad to help you in any way I can.’ He was a kind man, and he meant every word. The woman continued to weep, hiding her face in her long sleeve.

‘Honorable damsel,’ he said gently, ‘please listen to me. This is no place for a young woman at night! Please, do not cry. Only, tell me how I might help you.’

The woman stood up slowly, turning her back on the man while crying into her sleeve. He placed his hand lightly on her shoulder, pleading ‘Honorable damsel, listen to me for just one moment.’ At this, the woman dropped her sleeve and turned around, stroking her face. It was then that the man saw she had no eyes or nose or mouth; he screamed and ran away.

Up the slope he ran, and all was black and empty before him. He ran and ran, never looking back. In the distance he saw a pinprick of light cast from a lantern; he set his sights on the light and made for it. As he neared, he saw that the light was that of a soba seller, who had set up his stand on the roadside. Any light and any human companionship was desirable after his encounter, and he threw himself at the soba seller’s feet, crying out – ‘Aa! – aa! – aa!’

‘What is the matter with you? Did somebody hurt you?’ The soba seller exclaimed.

‘Nobody hurt me,’ panted the man, ‘only – aa! – aa!’

‘Only scared you?’ the seller asked unsympathetically. ‘Robbers?’

‘Not robbers – not robbers.’ He gasped. ‘I saw a woman, by the moat – and she showed me – aa! – aa! I cannot tell you what she showed me!’

‘Oh? Was it anything like this?’ the soba seller cried, stroking his own face, which had turned smooth as an egg. Simultaneously, the lights went out.”*

“Oh, come on! That’s not scary! So the lady didn’t have a face, big deal!” Naruto crossed his arms and shook his head.

Tenzo turned to glare at Naruto, his ghoul-face illuminated by the moonlight. “Don’t dismiss it so quickly. These old legends are rooted in truth.”

Naruto flinched, but he held his ground. “Nice try, Captain Yamato. You know, you’re not as scary as you think you are!”

“He’s right, Naruto,” Sakura protested. “Stories like that have been passed down for generations. There’s almost always a bit of truth to them.”

“You’re just being superstitious.” Naruto waved his hand dismissively. “We’re ninja, remember? We don’t buy into that supernatural crap.”

“There’s nothing conclusive to prove the existence of supernatural beings like that,” Sai added, surprising Naruto by taking his side. “They’re stories.”

Tenzo bit back a sigh. So much for the group bonding exercise. Well, Sai and Naruto were getting along, at least. “Alright, mine wasn’t scary. Anyone else want to give it a try?”

“I’m up for it,” Sakura smiled at her captain. “Let’s see… okay, it was a dark and stormy night-”

Naruto’s stomach let out a loud growl, interrupting Sakura and drawing questioning looks from the group. “What? I’m starving. We haven’t eaten in a day!”

“You had a food pill.” Sakura rolled her eyes.

“I need food, Sakura. Real food. I’m so hungry I can smell… I don’t even know what I smell, but I want it!”

“I smell it, too,” Sai admitted. “Is that pork?”

“Look!” Naruto jumped as he pointed ahead of them, where the forest cleared and the path was open. Just at the edge of their vision, a light flickered from a post, casting a warm glow around itself. “Captain Yamato? Can we stop? Please?”

“I guess we have time,” Tenzo looked up at the moon to check the hour. Sunrise was still a few hours off. They could make some more ground before they had to stop once day broke. “But I’m not paying.”

Naruto didn’t seem to care when he sped to a jog, leaving the forest behind and following his nose. Sai wasn’t far behind him, and Sakura brought up the rear, calling for them to wait. Tenzo walked after them, letting his comrades expend some of their excess energy. Naruto rushed up to the stand and threw himself against the wooden counter, a wide grin on his face. “Hey, old man!” he shouted at the chef’s back. “Whatever you’ve got, I’ll take the largest!”

“Coming up,” the chef agreed jovially, grabbing a bowl from the stack to his left and piling it high with fried noodles, vegetables, and pork. Naruto drooled on the counter as he watched, and his stomach roared with impatience.

Sakura took a seat on the stool to Naruto’s right. “That smells wonderful!” She hadn’t realized how famished she was until she saw the food for herself.

“Make that two more,” Sai requested for both himself and Sakura.

Naruto broke apart his chopsticks in anticipation as the chef turned to hand him his bowl. The porcelain clacked against the wood, and Naruto inhaled deeply. “Thank you for the food!” he smiled up at the chef.

The chef didn’t smile back.

He had no face to do so.

Naruto screamed like he was being murdered and fell backwards off his stool. He stumbled back as quickly as he could, stammering and wide-eyed. Sakura shrieked, an ear-piercing sound. Sai caught her around the waist and leaped back, taking her with him to what he considered a safe distance.

Tenzo had finally made it to the stand. He was doubled over in laughter, supporting himself with one hand on the wooden counter. He was gasping for breath and shaking. Unable to take it anymore, he let himself fall into a seated position beside the stand, clutching at his sides as tears streamed down his face. All his ANBU emotional training was forgotten as he reveled at the looks his team was giving him.

The chef disappeared in a puff of white smoke, and in his place stood Kakashi, who grinned and held up two fingers in greeting to his students.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Naruto squealed, his voice breaking. His hand clutched at his vest, above his heart. By his side, Sakura’s chakra bubbled in anger, and even Sai outwardly appeared enraged.

“Maa,” Kakashi said placatingly, waving his hand. “We can’t have a little fun?”

“Fuck you!”

Kakashi’s smile fell from his eye. “Well, that’s not nice.”

“Kakashi-sensei, Captain Yamato,” Sakura’s voice sung with betrayal, “you planned this!”

Finally able to catch his breath, Tenzo stood back up and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “You three don’t give us nearly enough credit. It’s not our fault that you’re predictable.”

“Wait,” Sai spoke, looking warily between his elders. “Kakashi-senpai wasn’t on this mission with us. How long ago did you and Yamato-senpai plan this?”

“Okay, once again, I’m not your senpai,” Kakashi reminded him. “Me being former ANBU doesn’t make me your senpai. And Yamato is your captain, and, thus, not your senpai.” He felt like he’d said this a thousand times; either Sai was forgetful or obstinate.

Tenzo bit back a laugh, amused at how prickly Kakashi would get when Sai used the wrong honorifics with him. “We got the idea last week. The timing with our mission just worked out well.”

“You two are twisted!” Naruto accused. His eyes began to water. “All I wanted was some food, and you guys had to go and do this.”

“You can still have the food, Naruto,” Kakashi reminded him.

“You can cook?”

“Yes,” Kakashi said indignantly at the same time Tenzo made a ‘ehhhh’ sound and tilted his hand from side to side.

Deciding that the answer was good enough, Naruto stood and brushed himself off, salvaging what little pride he had left as he sat back down on his stool, digging into the bowl that had been placed before him. Sakura and Sai joined him, and the three ninja ate in silence. Tenzo and Kakashi stood behind the stand, indulging themselves in the same late-night snack.

Kakashi pulled his mask down to take a bite, pressing the top of a chopstick to his lips as he chewed. He swallowed and mused, “How are we going to beat this next autumn?”

Tenzo shrugged. “We have a year to figure it out. They’ll be suspicious next time, though.”

“What about that story Anko told us? The one about Kuchisake-Onna?”

“The slit-mouthed woman? That would be hard to pull off.”

“Exactly. They won’t see it coming.”

“That’s cruel, senpai.”

Kakashi smirked before taking another bite. “It’s payback, my dear kouhai. We’ve earned a laugh after everything those three put us through during the year. It’s more than fair, if you ask me.”

*Adapted from “Mujina.” Kwaidan: stories and studies of strange things, by Lafcadio Hearn; 1904; Houghton Mifflin Company, New York.

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Consequences - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader ; Jared x BFF!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, unexpected pregnancy, talks of abortion, implies smut, drunken one-night stand, poor birth control decisions (If you are on the pill, please remember to take it around the same time EVERYDAY or it will lose it’s effectiveness)

Word Count: 3945

A/N: This was written for Ravengirl’s 1.5K Follower Challenge @ravengirl94. My prompt was “We need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.” Literally right at the end. This story kinda got away from me and I have more to come with it. Like another part or two. This was nearly 4000 words and that was like only half my outline oopps. Sorry no explicit smut this time just wasn’t feeling it. Congrats on your followers’ girl, sorry this is late but I had to figure out where to split it. No beta and feedback always wanted and appreciated. P.S. No hate towards Danneel, this does mention Jensen getting a divorce, lets pretend it was amicable and they are both happy.

Summary: After a drunken and heated one-night stand with Jensen, you are left with an unexpected consequence. The situation only worsens when your best friend Jared gets involved and the public forms their own opinion.

Masterlist - Consequences

You looked at the two lines in disbelief. How could you be so stupid? So careless, no reckless is a better word. This one little white stick with two little lines was going to change your life the only question was how.

For the last few days you had been feeling ill and getting sick, but you thought nothing of chocking it up to eating something bad. It wasn’t until day four that you looked at the calendar and realized you were a week late. You were never late. Your period came like clockwork every 26-28 days and now you were late and adding that to the sickness, you didn’t like the conclusion you were drawing.

You bought a pregnancy test and now here you were. You had only had sex once in the last year and that was your drunken one-night stand with Jensen AKA your best friend’s best guy friend. You thought back to that night and things were very hazy but you remembered most the details.

You and Jared went to San Jac’s to have a few drinks when Jared had the bright idea to invite Jensen, knowing damn well you had a crush on the green-eyed beauty. But that’s what Jared did, he always pushed you into uncomfortable situations just to get you out of your comfort zone.

Tonight, however, had been going alright considering the situation. Jensen had arrived and you all three took a shot of whiskey and grabbed a beer and settled into a nice conversation. However, with these two together and adding alcohol to the mix things quickly took a turn. Before you knew it you all were laughing at the different scenarios you each planned for each other with another stranger in the bar.

You paired Jared with some slut in the back corner wearing 5-inch heels and a tight cheetah print dress that practically showed her vagina. Jensen paired you with some guy that looked to be in his 50’s and had a beer gut while Jared paired Jensen with the scary biker chick at the end of the bar that looked like she could kill you with a glance.

After a couple of hours and a few beers Jared tapped out for the night leaving you alone with Jensen. Things got awkward for a second when Jensen suggested heading back to his place to continue, but you agreed and went back with him.

Once you got to Jensen’s house, you had a couple more beers and somehow ended up talking about y’all’s sex life.

“Wait, how long has it been since you’ve had sex?” Jensen asked shocked.

“A year. I mean there have been a few almosts but since my last serious relationship I haven’t been able to take it all the way,” you said as you shrugged.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better I’ve only had sex once since my divorce a year and a half ago. It was a shitty one-night stand six months ago and I can still feel the regret.”

You placed your hand on Jensen’s thigh and gave him a sincere smile and before you could say or do anything his lips were on yours. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or what, but instead of pulling away you pushed back and sat on his lap. He grabbed your face ad deepened the kiss before his hands started to travel lower and lower.

At some point his hands ended up on your ass and he lifted you up. As you wrapped your legs around his waist he brought you both back to his bed where you would seal the deal.

You had to have used a condom, right? You always did. You were always careful. As you really began to think about it your eyes widened at the memory. Jensen didn’t have any condoms and neither did you, but you were drunk and horny as hell and he was making you feel so good that you told him it was fine, that you were on the pill.

This wasn’t a lie, but what you neglected to remember, at the time, was that you forgot to take it that morning which screwed up your birth control back up.

The tears began to fall as you called up the only person you could think of to talk to: your best friend Jared. You didn’t tell him over the phone but rather made lunch plans with him to talk in person.

“Jare, I fucked up. Like really bad,” you said.

“What happened Y/N?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“This is worse than anything that happened in high school, Jared. I don’t know what to do.”

“Y/N/N, calm down and look at me. Whatever it is you can tell me. You know that. I’m your best friend, I’m here to help, not to judge.”

“Fuck, Jared I’m…. I’m pregnant.”

“Ok, why is that so bad? As long as you know who the father is. Y/N please tell me you know who the father is.”

“Yes, I know who the father is, Jared. I’m not a whore. But that’s kind of the problem.”

“What? The father?” All you could do was nod. “It can’t be that bad unless he is some murderer or something.”

“It’s Jensen. Jensen is the father.”

Jared looked at you shocked. “Jensen as in Jensen Ackles as in my best guy friend? That Jensen?”

“Yeah. I told you, I fucked up. We were drunk and in the moment and neither of us had a condom. I forgot that I hadn’t took my birth control that morning. Shit! I’m screwed Jared.”

“Y/N, no you’re not. You- “

“Yes, I am Jared. He’s your best friend and you know he doesn’t want any more kids since he had JJ. It was a fucking drunken mistake.”

“Y/N, sweetheart you need to calm down before you give yourself a panic attack,” Jared said as he took your face in-between both his hands, gave that smile that always calmed you, and hugged you tightly.

“Ok, you’re right,” you said as you took a deep breath.

“Besides, if I know Jensen at all he is not going to ditch you on this. He will love this kid as much as JJ. He doesn’t have it in him to ignore his own child regardless if he wanted another kid or not.”

You shook your head and both you and Jared made idle chit chat while you ate your lunch. When you were finished he kissed your temple and you hugged him and said your goodbyes.

Jared always knew how to calm you down. He always knew how to make you feel better. He has since the day you two met. Y’all had been friends since high school and your friendship had never been stronger for that, but that could have to do with how y’all met.

At the beginning of your junior year of high school your parents decided to move you from Houston to San Antonio so that meant you had to attend a new school where you knew exactly 0 people.

Quickly you became the school’s new target. They were somewhat of a smaller school meaning that almost everybody knew each other or at least knew about each other. Since you were the new girl in town meant they could be as devious to you as they pleased because you had no clue about anyone.

One day, a particularly bad day, one of the cutest boys in school came up to you and started talking with you. He wanted to know about you which made you feel good, so when he asked you to meet him under the bleachers (cliché, I know) you did.

That night you were standing there just about to leave, thinking he stood you up when he came running over. He apologized, said something about basketball practice taking too long but you didn’t care. You asked him why you were here and he just leaned in and said, ‘For this’ as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss to lift your shirt off and you let him, but when he didn’t return his lips to yours, you knew something was off.

That’s when you saw it. A flash. Then another, and another. Then you heard laughing and saw the rest of the basketball team and the cheerleaders crowding around you taking pictures. You started to cry and screamed at them to stop and to give you your shirt back and let you go, but no one did. They just continued to laugh. However, unbeknownst to them a mister Jared Padalecki had also been at school late for a drama thing and heard the commotion.

“HEY!!! What the hell is going on here?” he shouted as he saw you.

“Padalecki, mind your business and just walk your ass home. This does not concern you,” said the guy who lured you here.

Jared looked right at you and saw the tears streaming down your face and your arms wrapped around your body. “I believe it does, Cody. Since it looks like you are harassing this girl.”

“Oh, come on. We are just having a little bit of fun with the new girl,” Cody said as he put his arm over your shoulders making you tense, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Jared. “Aren’t we princess?”

Before you could speak up Jared did. “She doesn’t look like she is having fun. Are you having fun sweetheart?” You shook your head. “It looks more like you are taking advantage of her. Do I need to tell Coach Gary that you are taking advantage of another girl? What did he say the last time if you got caught again? Something about getting kicked off the team, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare, Padalecki.”

“Try me.” With that all the kids took off and you were left a sobbing mess in front of this complete stranger. He approached you and took off his shirt and handed it to you, noticing the asshole took your shirt with him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you slipped into his shirt that was way too big on you.

“No thanks necessary,” he said with a charming smile.

“Not just for the shirt. Thanks for rescuing me. That was mortifying.”

“Like I said no thanks necessary. I believe every woman should be treated with respect and Cody is notorious for not doing that.”

“I knew it was too good to be true, but I’m still new here and so desperately just wanted at least one friend and he was nice and I guess I was just desperate enough to fall for it.”

“Well, he is good at being fake. I’m glad I got here before he had a chance to do anything else.”

“Yeah me too.”

“I’m Jared by the way and don’t worry about the whole friend thing because now you got one with me.”

“Y/N and you don’t have to be my friend out of pity. I’ll be fine.”

“I want to be your friend trust me it’s not out of pity. And Y/N is a beautiful name.”

You blushed at his words as you looked down at your watch and noticed the time.

“Shit!”

“What?”

“It’s getting late and I need to get home.”

“Let me walk you to your car.”

“Uhhh...actually I walk.”

“No kidding, so do I. What street do you live on?”

“24th ave why?”

“I live on 24th place. I literally live one road over from you,” he said with a chuckle. “Let me walk you home.”

“I’m ok, you’ve already done so much.”

“Please it’s no hassle. I’m headed that way anyway and I would really like to make sure you make it home alright and that douchebag doesn’t harass you anymore.”

“Ok you can walk me home, but hands to yourself,” you said in a chuckle joking with him.

“Yes ma’am.”

Jared walked you home that night and every day after that in high school. You guys talked and quickly learned you had a lot in common. You became the bestest of friends and have been such for the last 15 years.

This was how he was able to talk you down after you built yourself up. He knew you inside and out like you knew him. He was the big brother you never had and that’s why he was the first person you ran to with this.

However, even though he calmed you down, that didn’t change the uneasiness you felt about the whole situation so you made a decision you weren’t proud of.

You sat in the office where the walls were all white. Most the women there looked to be closer to teenagers or strung out on something. Regardless, they all shared the same look you currently did, regret and sorrow. You guessed that’s why the walls were mostly bare aside from a few motivational posters.

You placed your hand on your stomach over your now nine-week old fetus and started thinking to yourself. This was against everything you believed. Sure, you respected women’s rights to choose for their bodies but you personally never saw yourself sitting in an abortion clinic. You always said the only way you would is if the pregnancy was a product of rape and what you and Jensen did was completely consensual.

That’s when your mind flew to Jensen. This was his child. You could almost see this baby having his emerald green eyes. Then you think about how Jensen would feel if he found out about this. After all, it was his child too and if you were being honest you wanted this baby. You just didn’t think you could do it on your own. But, what if Jared was right? Jensen would never let that happen and that would make this a big mistake.

At that point, you grabbed your phone and dialed the number of the person who has been there with you through everything sine you were teenagers.  

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” Jared answered in a chipper mood.

The tears started to fall down your cheeks and you choked back a sob as you spoke, “Jared, I need you to come get me I’m about to make a horrible decision.”

“Where are you?”

“Planned Parenthood. Please Jared I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Ok, Y/N/N, take a deep breath and calm down for me. I’m on my way. Don’t make any decisions or go anywhere until I get there, got it?”

“Yeah.”

Jared was there in 15 minutes and he came straight to you and gave you the biggest hug he could muster.

“I-I thought that if I got rid of it, it wouldn’t be a problem anymore but then I started thinking and I can’t do that. This is my baby. This is Jensen’s baby and whether he wants it or not, I want it. I just don’t know how I’m going to do it alone.”

“One, I’m glad you called me. Two, you’d never be alone and you know that. And three, Jensen will want it. Y/N you need to tell him. He deserves to know.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call him when I get home. Can you give me a ride please? I don’t think I can drive myself without wrecking right now.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

Once you got home, before you could talk yourself out of it you pulled out your phone and called Jensen. You told him you needed to talk to him about something and that he should come over to which he obliged.

Your doorbell rang and the nerves really began to settle in making you want to run and hide under your covers and never come out. You approached the door and let Jensen in motioning to your couch.

“Wanna beer?” you offered.

“Sure, so what did you want to talk about?” he answered.

You grabbed the beer, opened it, and handed it to him.

“You’re not gonna have one?”

“No. That’s kind of what I have to talk to you about. You remember that one night like two months when we went back to your place after the bar?”

“Yeah, how could I forget that,” he said with a grin on his face.

“Well, some of the specifics are a bit hazy for me still, but I remember everything we did.”

“So, do I…. where exactly is this conversation going Y/N?”

“I vaguely remember not using a condom,” you said as the nerves started to build up again.

“Yeah, you said you were on the pill. Don’t tell me you have an STD?”

“No. Nothing like that, but I was on the pill, except that morning I had forgotten to take it.”

“Ok, what does that mean?”

“Well, that brings us back to why I’m not enjoying a nice ice-cold beer with you right now. Jensen, I’m … I’m pregnant and before you ask you are the father. I haven’t been with anyone since you. And I know you said that after having JJ and your divorce you didn’t want any more kids, that’s ok. I-I can do this by myself. I just thought I’d let you know. I know none of it was planned, but this is my child and I want to keep- “

“Y/N! Stop rambling. Can I say something?” You just nodded. “This is unexpected yes, but it’s also wonderful.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I know I said what I said, but hey sometimes life throws you curve balls.”

“So, you’re not mad and want to be a part of this?”

“Mad? Hell no. I’m fucking excited as hell and your damn right I want to be a part of this. This is our baby and I want to be involved with as much as you’ll let me.”

You didn’t know what came over you, maybe pregnancy hormones, but you lunged yourself into Jensen’s arms and kissed him with every fiber in your being before you quickly pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Don’t be. That actually leads me to my next question. I was wondering if maybe, if you wanted, to make things easier, if you wanted to move in with me,” he said in a shaky voice with his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean I know we aren’t exactly together at the moment, but from experience I know this all happens quicker than you think and I think it would be easier. Also, when not filming, I could be right there for support, to drive you to doctor’s appointments, and get you whatever you need. I mean it’s not like we are strangers. We’ve known each other for years, so it shouldn’t really be that awkward. I know it’s not ideal bu- “

“Now you need to stop rambling and let me speak,” you said with a giggle as you placed your hands on his cheeks. Jensen just nodded his head. “I would love too, but you need to ask a very special little girl first. I’m not taking a step into that house until JJ gives the all clear.”

Jensen looked at you with the biggest smile. The fact that you were concerned for what JJ would think just tickled him pink. “Got it. I’ll ask her in the morning when I pick her up from her mom’s. And just as a side note you are going to make a terrific mom.”

“Yeah, well you are already a terrific dad so I know you’ll be just as wonderful with this one.”

You hugged and settled into you couch deciding on just relaxing and watching movies for the rest of the day.

One week later

Headline: Jared Padalecki and best friend Y/N L/N having an affair??!?!?!?

You looked at the magazine in shock. Apparently, some dickhead paparazzi guy got a picture of you and Jared leaving the abortion clinic last week and they were already spinning the story. Instead of Jared being the supportive best friend helping you with your fuck up, he was now the cheater having an affair with you, the homewrecker, and their explanation for the abortion clinic was that you were aborting y’all’s love child.

You began to freak out and called out to Jensen who was in the spare room cleaning it out to become the new nursery. You had moved in with Jensen right after JJ had practically tackled you saying yes and that she couldn’t wait to meet her new sibling. You and Jensen had also made the decision to give the couple thing a shot considering the whole situation.

“Y/N, what is it?” he said.

“The fucking tabloids trying to mess with people’s lives, again. Jeez these scumbags really need to get a life.”

“Who am I supposedly fucking now?” he rolled his eyes as he asked.

“It’s not about who you’re fucking, it’s about who I’m fucking.”

His interest was now piqued as he walked over to see the magazine in your hands.

“Jared?!!??!?!?!?! Really?!?!?! They do know he’s happily married, right?”

“Yeah, according to them I’m the homewrecking whore and he’s the cheating asshole and that in this picture I was aborting our love child.”

“Wow, that’s low even for them. But how did they get abortion from this?”

“Uhhh…. because that’s Planned Parenthood in the background and Jared was coming to pick me up,” you said nervously realizing you never told Jensen what happened earlier in the day that you told him you were pregnant.

“Y/N, were you really that scared I wouldn’t help out?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean I guess. You always said you didn’t want any more kids and we weren’t a couple. It was a drunken one-night stand. But it wasn’t just that. I didn’t think I was ready until I was sitting there by myself holding my stomach thinking about our child having your green eyes and how wonderful you would be with them. How you would feel if I went through with that decision. Then I realized how I would feel and realized I wanted to keep this baby no matter what. So, I did what I’ve done for the last 15 years when I’m in a crisis- “

“You called your best friend,” Jensen finished your sentence.

“Yeah. He was the one who pulled my head out of my ass and told me to tell you before I did something I regretted, so that’s when I called you.”

“Wait, so the day you told me, you had gone through all that?” You nodded. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I guess I thought you would be mad that I almost made such a huge decision without you.”

“Well, if you would have gone through with it, I would have been upset but would have respected your decision. I would have never been mad at you regardless.” Jensen brought you in for a kiss when you suddenly remembered you had some explaining to do to a certain female Padalecki.

“Shit, I need to call Gen and explain everything.”

“Yeah, but first we need to make a decision. I know we agreed to keep our relationship under wraps as best we could till we figured everything out but in light of recent douchebaggery I think it’s time we tell the public. What do you think?”

You released a sigh and spoke. “Yeah, I guess our little bubble was nice while it lasted. But, we need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.

“I agree,” Jensen replied.

Part 2 

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Title: What’s In A Name?

Summary: For Blue Team’s “crack played straight” for the @rvbficwars bingo wars! Theta’s interest in South reveals the Dakota twins’ ridiculous first names.

Word Count: 1248

Notes: For @lostlegendaerie and @malcolm-hargrove, featuring quotes pulled directly from big sister south and the freelancer formal, because they contain the single most South Dakota™ lines i have ever seen in my life. Obligatory tag for @capricornfraud, my beloved beta, who is out of town. Consider this me ditching my training wheels!!

She isn’t jealous. South doesn’t have to be jealous for this to be complete bullshit.

The AI are being handed out like fucking toys now, and even if they get down to eight, South wouldn’t put it past the Director to never give her one, despite her clinging fiercely to that last spot on the leaderboard like it’s her last fucking breath. North is so scattered now, always breaking off mid-sentence to respond to something she and the others can’t even hear—that is, when the stupid computer chip he’s been arbitrarily assigned isn’t materialized as a hologram beside his head, following him around like some kind of stupid sprite in a video game.

It would be less annoying if the damn thing weren’t so social. South might have figured out a way to ignore it by now if it would stop popping up to speak to her—well, at her—every chance it fucking gets. Today she’s in the mess hall, gritting her teeth at yet another meal with CT and Wash. Don’t get her wrong, Connie’s great (Wash is... tolerable), but you would think North could pull his AI for one fucking afternoon to sit down with the sister he’s had his entire life.

Apparently, it’ll be a cold day in hell before his eyes cling to her the way they used to for even a second, much less long enough to have a real conversation.

But she isn’t jealous. That would just be stupid.

South’s making her way past the table where her brother is seated when it starts up again. She knows its name is Theta, but just because it has a name doesn’t mean it isn’t a stupid one. It isn’t even eighth.

"Oh, oh, it's her! Can she—South! South!"

She ignores it and keeps walking. This has mostly worked so far, but it’s getting to be increasingly aggravating something that’s supposed to be so smart doesn’t know how to take a goddamned hint.

"Nadir!"

She stops in her tracks, head turning slowly, grip tight on her tray.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

And this thing must really be stupid, because it doesn’t even have the sense to correct itself, apologize, nothing. ”Uh,” it says instead, like she’s the one with the fucking issue, “Your name?"

South wishes it was corporeal, so she could hit it. She looks at North instead. "If you think you and this little shit—"

"South, please." North rubs at his forehead. "He's just excited."

"About what?"

The AI pipes up yet again. ”About you!“

And the weirdest fucking thing is it doesn't even seem like there's a joke at hand. It isn't playing with that stupid holographic skateboard it's so fond of, or even watching the other AI with their freelancers in the mess hall. It's just... staring right at her. Like South's the most interesting thing it's ever seen.

She scowls. "Why?"

The AI tilts its stupid, fake head, in a show of what appears to be genuine confusion. "Because you're you?"

She looks at North again. "What the fuck?"

North shrugs. He looks tired. She almost feels bad about that for a second, then she very much doesn't.

"Whatever,” she snarls, turning away. “Tell that stupid thing to stay the fuck away from me.”

“You think I’m stupid?”

The voice is small, hurt in a way that roots her in place, and that pisses her off so much, because it isn’t real. This thing doesn’t get to elicit real feelings of guilt in her—it’s fucking pixels. Math and a shitty hologram. That’s all.

Her jaw is protesting the force she’s gnashing her teeth with. She should leave. Take her gradually warping tray to Connie, throw it in the trash altogether—whatever. Anything other than continue to give this piece of junk the time of day.

But nothing about this makes sense, and she wants to know why.

She wants to understand.

“Why,” she grits, “Do you. Care?”

But instead of answering the question, the little thing finally does some fucking thinking of its own, and comes to a brilliant conclusion: “You don’t like me.” Ding ding ding! But there goes that stupid, hurt tone again. She hates this. If North was going to pour all of his time into this fucking thing, she could have at least been left out of it.

“No,” she sneers. “I don’t.”

The AI hangs its head. “I like you,” it says quietly.

A couple of things hit South at the same time: the first, that people are fucking watching this take place—the second, that North has yet to say a damn thing.

She slams her tray on the table, both out of outrage that this is even fucking happening, and just because she’s sick of holding it. “You don’t even know me.”

It doesn’t flinch, but it doesn’t get any louder, either. “You’re good in the field,” it shrugs. “You’re strong, and fast.“

As if she’s been allowed to be either of those things lately.

South’s glare is so persistent, it’s starting to hurt her face. “You don’t know any of that.”

“North does.”

South looks at her brother again, and feels her discomfort rise when he just shrugs. These two are already all too fucking alike, and it’s not like him to be so fucking quiet. Not with her.

She realizes then, why she’s still standing here—why she ends so pissed off every time she shies from this curious little shit. She hates walking away from North. It feels wrong, and as pissed off as she is, she’s tired of doing it, doesn’t want to even consider how long she may have to continue if she doesn’t figure out a way to cope.

It’s not like these AI have rolled out on a test drive.

They’re here to stay.

She sighs. It is a very long sigh. She draws it out, hissed between her teeth, makes sure North hears every single ounce of her frustration.

“Well, if all you’ve heard about me is what my brother’s told you, we gotta make sure you get your shit straight.”

She sits down.

North better understand she’s doing this for him.

Ten minutes later, South is poking at the remnants of her food that didn’t escape her tray, and watching Theta light up the space above him with holographic fireworks. What a colossal waste of energy. If he even has any.

“Do you like it?” Theta asks.

“Not bad,” she says. “Bet you can’t spell ‘fuck’.”

“South,” North warns, and only the fact that he’s actually been talking since she sat down spares him from her royally dragging his ass.

York walks by, and, sensing South is no longer on the verge of violence, decides to try his luck at being nosy. “So, your name’s really—“

“Zenith and Nadir,” Theta tosses in, and at the sound of it again, South wants to scream, but at least North has been dragged into this, too.

“Go fuck a pencil sharpener,” she says to York, not even bothering to look up, but a bark of laughter escapes her at the visible discomfort on North’s face.

“And here I thought ‘Matt’ was boring,” York mutters as he ambles off.

“It is,” South calls after him. “So,” she says, arching a brow at Theta, “Are you gonna do it, or not?”

Theta fucks it up royally, but he does manage a firework that erupts into a dick, to North’s great horror, and that’s totally enough.

That’s plenty.

#ew capital letters #this is the only rvb thing to ever not be seen by freddie/blue before it goes up omg #i love characters that are so irate they're constantly talking in italics #love it #bingo wars #mine #the coyote #the martyr #folie a deux #theta #the menagerie

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can you do a headcanon where riley stays with eric for like a summer?

absolutely

Okay so 9th grade is drawing to a close and Riley’s a bit of an emotional mess

She’s just officially dumped Lucas after a few months of him being a shitty boyfriend and leaving her confused

She’s been picking up hints that Farkle’s actually interested in her, and by now she knows how she feels about him, but the dummy is still dating Isadora and hasn’t outright said anything so she’s just upset and confused about that whole situation

Her self-esteem is at an all time low, she’s fighting with Topanga more and more, she doesn’t want to talk about most of that with Maya and that’s causing them to fight a little

Basically she’s just back in ‘tired’ mode you feel

So Cory picks up on this and knows she just needs a general break so he starts looking up like if there’s any sleep away camps for her but he’s not finding anything he thinks she’d be thrilled with

And he does this for a while and just mentions it in passing to Eric (bc Eric knew something was up with her and wanted details) and Eric’s just like “dude I’m gonna be in DC for most of the summer and they’re running this program where high school kids can intern for their state’s senators. I’m SURE I could pull some strings and get Riley in”

And Cory thinks that sounds perfect bc he knows Riley misses being close to Eric and it’d be a great way for her to just forget about everything back home for two months and learn some things about politics while she’s at it

Topanga is sold because she thinks it would look great for college and job resumes

So one day after a particularly horrid day at school, during which she overheard 10 different classmates wonder when lucaya would get together now that Riley’s not ‘holding him back’, Smackle announced it was her and Farkle’s one year anniversary, and she accidentally toppled a pyramid during cheer practice, this girl is fucking done. She just wants to sleep. But Eric appears from the shadows and drags her off to dinner at some fancy restaurant

Like she appreciates the gesture but she’s not feeling it Topanga dead ass had to get a dress and shove her into the bathroom lmao

But anyway they get there and have a nice dinner. It’s literally just mostly Riley venting about all her problems while Eric nod��s and “no” ‘s appropriately

But sometime during dessert he just out of the blue “hey you wanna live with me this summer?”

This man has no tact there was no build up Riley was caught so off guard omfg

But he explains the whole internship thing, and he’s like “You’re a model student and I already spoke to the head of the program, they have no problem giving you the spot. I’ve got this big place in DC and Jack’s only going to be able to come by sporadically because of the company so that leaves plenty of time for uncle/niche bonding when I’m not at work. You’d get to meet a bunch of new kids your age, and I’m sure all the Smivy League colleges you’re shooting for will think this is great. You won’t have to focus on any drama with your friends until August. So, I’ll give you a few days to think about it? You know you can call me whenev-”

But Riley’s already shouting “YES!!!!” at the top of her lungs and lowkey tearing up omfg she’s so happy about this

Eric was not expecting this enthusiastic of a response but Riley’s hugging him and seems genuinely happy and excited for the first time all night so he’s thrilled

Okay, so she had to leave to be in DC about a week before her school actually got out. (Technically two, if you count the three days for exams) Cory worked it out so she took all her exams early on the weekend before she left

And Riley was like “Now, I could be mature about this and tell all my friends about this…Or I could be me and just up and leave with absolutely no warning and not give them any solid explanations unless I’m feeling better in August.”

She decides to go with that and swears Cory and Topanga and Auggie to secrecy lmao

Like literally the gang walks into History class one day and they’re all “Wtf where the hell is Riley she’s never absent” and Cory’s just like “Oh she moved to Washington please turn to page 394.”

You can imagine the reactions that got lmaoooo

So anyway, Riley’s in awe of Eric’s place in DC cause it’s so big and fancy

She doesn’t have to do anything her first day there so he sets her up with someone to take her on a tour of all the important buildings and stuff and she meets a couple of other intern kids so she has fun

And then when she actually starts the intern job it’s literally basically just following him around to take notes at meetings and getting messages to other senators and making coffee. She doesn’t find it that much of a hassle and really gets to know some of the other kids pretty well

They all have relatively the same grades and college aspirations as her and she’s like!!! Finally!!! People who are as smart as me but not obnoxiously condescending about it as Farkle and Smackle!!!

OR Finally!!!! People who seem to like me and not find any parts of me too annoying like Lucas and Maya!!!

Or Finally!!! People who don’t make me feel like they’re only talking to me out of convenience like Zay!!!

Like obviously Riley still adores her friends, she always will, but this was like a big eye opener that not every single person in the world is going to view her in the same way her friends and family do.

 And that really helped with her self-esteem a bit. Did it also help that Maya wasn’t there so she could constantly feel overshadowed? Yes. Like, she knows Maya’s in her life for eternity, but having a couple months to learn to thrive without her was really helpful for Riley. Same with not having Topanga try to nit-pick everything she does, or Cory constantly worrying over her, or things like that.

Eric was a pretty chill guardian. He gave her space to grow and try to figure things out about herself, he had no problem with her hanging out with the other internship kids. He let her dye the ends of her hair purple (which she pulled into a bun during work hours to look more professional), she got another ear piercing, she started playing guitar again which she hadn’t really consistently done in years (Eric had somehow ended up with one of Alan’s old ones, but he never used it despite his talent for it lol. Riley found it in a space room when she was exploring around one day since Eric and Jack went for dinner)

And Riley loves spending all this time with Eric again. Since he was around daily in her early childhood, and she had never completely taken well to him moving out. While they stayed close through the years there was just something different about it, you know? So hanging out with him every day made her happy and feel a lot more carefree.

He took her out for lunch every day unless he had to work through it, they saw movies whenever they could, he let her drag him onto a couple horrid shopping trips (with all the pink he was starting to have war flashbacks to Desire lol), her Instagram was flooded with cute selfies of them, they ate way too much pizza because cooking will never be Eric’s strong spot, he took her to see a musical one night. They were having a lot of fun.

And Eric was just thrilled bc Riley was deadass thriving like she was so on top of everything for work and was always having fun with the other interns. She was back to huge, bright smiles never leaving her face, there was a bounce in her step at all times, she joked around a lot and everyone at the office adored her.

Riley, true to plan, barely spent any time worrying about any drama she had back home. She was living in the moment and being happy. She occasionally shot her friends short updates like “Having so much fun here! Can’t talk right now, too busy, but can’t wait to see you guys when I get back!” but that was basically all the thought she was giving them. This was a summer of having fun and focusing on herself and her own shit and that’s what she was committed to doing

There were a few instances where Eric and Jack had her go through everything that was upsetting her, just so she doesn’t go back and just immediately fall back into those situations.

Conclusions she came to:

1) She was absolute on her feelings for Farkle, and felt she had dropped enough hints alluding to them. The boy and Smackle had officially broken up sometime in late June, and after all the drama of Lucas being such a passive boyfriend, she demanded that Farkle would have to be smart enough to make the first move.

2) She needed to stop being so symbiotic with Maya, or else she will never escape feeling overshadowed by her. She was sorta getting there with cheerleading, but she shouldn’t let devotion to her friend stop her from joining other clubs she wanted to, like physics club or sci fi club or drama club or GSA or student council or film club or the basketball team or a book club. She just needed some space away from Maya in places she knew she’d enjoy and shine in.

3) She already knew she was completely over Lucas Friar’s ass, but she needed to stop listening to her obnoxious classmates gossip about them. They had no real idea of anything that went on between them, so whatever they have to say shouldn’t effect her

4) Her grades were just as good as Farkle and Smackle’s, and she was going to make damn sure they remembered that when school started back up. She was sick of being made to feel like an idiot just because she didn’t laude her grades over everyone (however unintentionally the duo were doing that). She knew Farkle was mostly better considering she had floored him when she turned out to tutor him in math earlier in the year, so her main focus was just beating Smackle at like every test she could lol. It might be slightly petty but what else do you want from a 15 year old?

5) She was going to sit down and have a LONG talk with Topanga about how she makes her feel.

6) She is going to remain in contact with all her new friends from across the country and make more in the clubs she’s planning on joining. Her little group is still who she feels closest to and she has no plans on ditching them, but she still wants to branch out and not feel dependent on people who don’t feel dependent on her. She doesn’t want to feel dependent on ANYBODY.

And various other ideas on just how to keep herself sane and happy. Eric is extremely proud of her for all this yes he cries a bit

She also has a brief fling with one of the other interns and they both know it’s not serious or going anywhere and tbh that kinda thrills her to just spend a few weeks kissing someone she knows she doesn’t have to feel destined to marry. Having something so non-serious like that helps her feel more like she’s growing into her own person and isn’t supposed to repeat the steps of her parents

Eric gave her a diary so she could keep a very detailed account of all she’s going through and figuring out

Did they spend a bunch of time reminiscing old memories??? Yes. Because Eric has way too many baby pictures of her lol

All in all they just really re-bonded and Riley really started blossoming during this summer. But she did eventually have to head back home.

There was a big ‘welcome back’ party planned at the bakery, and they were all expecting the Riley Matthews who left to walk through the doors right

But instead in walks Riley Matthews, who doesn’t have bags under her eyes and who seems like she’s almost glowing. Spring in her step, bright smile, purple hair, taller, not sleep deprived, looking genuinely happy to see everyone. She seems sure of herself and confident, everyone is fucking floored yo

She did throw glitter in the air for her own entrance though, so they did know their girl was in there lol

She maintains the summer spent with Eric was one of the best moves of her life Topanga and Cory are lowkey like is this an insult lol

So yeah season 4′s happening so we can get the developed and confident Riley we deserve what to you mean cancellation lmao you must have misheard

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Hockey Questions - All prime numbers

HERE WE GO. I got kinda wordy and serious, sorry? 

2. Least Favorite Hockey Team

Any team ahead in points during a Pens game  XD

In seriousness though, I’m not a fan of organizations with bad track records regarding off-ice player behavior, or bad treatment of their own (esp minority) players. One can draw one’s own conclusions. Plus, as a Pens fan, it is required that we sign a secret blood oath of vengeance and curses upon the Flyers, so.

3. Favorite Player

I love a lot of players for different reasons but Sidney Crosby owns my entire ass.

5. If I were stranded on a island with a player who would it be and why?

One who is a good conversationalist and knows how to build rafts :)

 Maybe Subban, because while I haven’t a clue regarding his survival skills, he’d be super positive and chill and would keep me from freaking the fuck out about being stranded on an island.

7. You’re able to meet any player you want for a day and could do whatever what’s the first thing you would do? and what’s the last thing you would do?

Oh man. I’m tempted to say Sid but I think I’d be such a shaking mess of nerves that it would be awful for all concerned. Jeff Skinner. I’d want to go to the practice rink with him and just skate for a while, and get skating pointers from him. I use figure skates and he’d be sure to know how to explain how to get better on them. After that, go get something to eat somewhere casual, like a really good food truck. Sit-down restaurants are so awkward.

11. Favorite Hockey Movie?

I really like Goon. It’s not my usual type of humor or movie AT ALL but there’s this surprising thread of poignant sweetness running underneath the crassness that I find oddly moving? And no spoilers but there is a non-canon ship that my brain loooves in that movie. 

13. First NHL Game?

Sadly, I have never been to an NHL game. I once did the math on how much it would cost me to fly to San Jose and watch the Sharks play the Pens but…not possible. I have been to two of our major junior team’s games (The Portland Winterhawks). The sad part there is that I would LOVE to deck myself out in swag to support the kids but their logo is racist.

17. Favorite Bromance?

Def Tyler Seguin and Jamie Benn.

23. If you met one of your favorite players or team what would be the first thing you tell them?

Sidney Crosby: If I met him I wouldn’t want to bother him or keep him long but if I got the chance for him to sign something at an event I think I’d just quickly tell him thank you for all of his hard work, and that as a brand new sports fan I appreciate how upstanding he is? Only in better words, maybe.

Marc Andre Fleury: Haha, I’ve spent time thinking about this, actually, and if I EVER get the chance to go to a Pens game where he’s in net I’m bringing a sign modeled after the one in Love Actually that says Flower: To Me You Are Perfect. Or if I ever got to watch a practice or warm ups I’d have one that says “Can Someone Please Go Tell Marc Andre Fleury That He’s Awesome For Me?” or something. If I met him in person, same brevity thing as with Sid. Just tell him somehow that he as a person and the way he conducts himself and supports his teammates means a lot to me.

Evgeni Malkin: If I knew I was going to meet him (again, assuming a quick signing opportunity)  I would learn a simple phrase in Russian, like “thank you so much,” etc. I’d get help from a native speaker and make sure my pronunciation was good, etc. He’s gone through so much as he’s struggled with learning a new language (and has been made fun of for it), that I think that it would be respectful to try and do the same for him, even in a tiny way.

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