#right I'm rambling stopping again pfft

[qsmprambling]

If cookie access is going to be a big concern with holidays and such coming up, maybe it's worth flagging it with the admins. Maybe add some kind of banker to the bakery that only eggs can access and parents can give cookies to? Or just make it easy and have it that everyone's cookies are worth 1 point.

#Honestly I'm not a fan of the cookie system #and share the general opinion that it sort of takes away the opportunity for bonding that the previous system encouraged #but I also understand this eliminates the need for admins to track player activity #but with the amount of people away and off and especially with holidays coming up #the half-points from anyone but parents is going to put a lot of pressure on people to stock up for themselves and others #which involves them playing extra days #which reducing the checkmarks to 3 was supposed to help reduce #honestly they should just switch it back to everyone being able to do anyone's quests #because there are times parents simply can't help being away #and that puts a pressure of other islanders to save their kid #which takes a lot more work than it does the parent #Like it would take someone 6 days to save enough cookies for an egg that isn't theirs #what about their own? #what about multiple eggs? #There have been actual days where Bad has had to complete quests for 6 eggs AT THE SAME TIME #again I get this also encourages involvement from more people on the island #but the quests aren't even fun for people so the motivation to do them will probably fizzle out with time #and thus fewer extra cookies #right I'm rambling stopping again pfft #tl;dr interesting system but will need tweaks I think @_@ #like before this people only needed to log in 3 times a week with their egg to keep them safe #and STILL there was at least one egg almost every Sunday doing their quest last minute with a babysitter #just making it so anyone's cookies will add up to 1 point will alleviate a lot of the stress I think #even if it does mean that 1 person can only take care of max 2 eggs a week (and half of another) #ramble

[fanfiction-inc]

Hey! I'm nervous to ask this so I'm doing this on anon. Could I maybe get a HC about how Steve and Eddie going for the same girl and ultimately both fucking her?

I apologize for the length of this. Once I started going, I just couldn't stop! This isn't really in the HC realm anymore but fuck it! I hope you enjoy! 😊 As always, NSFW under the cut!

Steve and Eddie have been infatuated with you since the day you moved to Hawkins.

New girl, new potential, and absolutely nothing like the typical girls Hawkins sported.

Steve had found interest in you during his days at Scoops Ahoy! Fascinated by the sweet smile and quiet voice you possessed as you asked for your favorite ice cream.

Of course, he recognized you from class, how you sat quietly in the back, doing your work, and not bothering a soul.

So, to see you here, smiling and being sweet on him, it made him swoon.

Eddie on the other hand had met you more by accident, but a happy accident no less.

He was rambling on about his next D&D campaign with Dustin when he slammed right into you, quickly losing his train of thought.

One of the most beautiful girls he’s met, and you didn’t run away with disgust right away or yell at him.

You apologized.

He wasn’t having any of that.

“No, no sweetheart! I apologize. Was my fault for not looking out when a lady like yourself comes walking!” He helps you to your feet, sending a warm smile your way before helping gather your books.

The way your fingers brushed his when you took your possessions back, it made his heart hammer.

And Eddie watched as you left for your class, feeling an elbow jab into his side.

“Ow Henderson!” “Oh, close your mouth, Eddie! You’ll catch flies!” Dustin taunts, making Eddie roll his eyes and get back to the topic from before.

And now here Steve and Eddie are, sitting together in the back of the RV they had just stolen with the party and watching you help make a spear.

The way your brows knitted together with concentration, your lip between your teeth, and how your fingers smoothed over the staff you were joining to your makeshift spear head.

“Fuck, I could watch her do that all day.” Eddie mumbled more to himself than anything, elbows on his knees and head resting on his hands. “Yeah.” Steve replies absently, leaning back against the cushions in the back of the vehicle home.

It takes a moment for them, gawking at your skill and attention to detail before they both look at each other, confusion in both parties.

“Wait man, do you like her?” Steve suddenly questions. “Yeah…Wait, do you?” Eddie questioned in turn. They both stare, and then glares are shared. “Oh hell no, we’re not doing this.” Steve frowns. “There’s no way I’m fighting with you over (First name).” “Good, because I don’t wanna fight either!... Though I know she’d chose me!” Eddie grins at Steve, nudging him with his elbow. “What? Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Pfft, nah!” Steve gives a laugh, shaking his head at Eddie. “And you think the former “King of Hawkins High” can get her?” Eddie bites back, making Steve scoff.

The two begin to bicker, growing louder by the moment until you whistle and bring the boys from their disagreement.

“What are you two going on about?” A smile lingers on your lips, amusement playing on your features as you watch them blush and avert their gazes.

It’s cute, seeing them be bashful.

“Nothing!” The tandem reply that leaves them makes you giggle, and for a moment both lads melt at the sound. It’s sweet, gentle, and enough to make both of them yearn to hear it again and again.

Among other noises as well.

Your attention goes back to the task at hand, and this gives Eddie and Steve a moment to return to their squabble once more, but far more quiet than it had been before.

In the end times, the Upside Down and Vecna just around the corner, it was worrying.

Who would you have to hold in the end?

Who would love you, even if you die?

These were questions that haunted the boys, and it made a resolution come in sight.

Of course if you were willing.

When night rolls around, and everyone from the party are asleep except for the boys and you, lingering outside and watching the stars above (maybe for the last time), they set it into action.

“Hey (First name)?” Steve questions softly, checking to make sure you’re still awake. “Yeah Stevie?” You tilt your head in the direction of the boys, making out their shapes in the faint starlight. “If you had to choose, would you choose Munson or me to spend your last night with if we all died tomorrow?” The question is haunting, but it piques your interest no less and makes your body turn in their direction. “Where is this coming from?” You question with a laugh of disbelief, never hearing the boys talk like this before to you.

How could you possibly choose?

“Call it a last-ditch competition of attraction or somethin’ like that.” Eddie sounds from beside Steve, a laugh leaving him. “Dick fighting competition, yeah?” “Ohhh I see.” You mock gently, giving a playful “hmm” noise as both boys wait in anticipation. “Do I have to choose just one? I mean if I’m gonna die tomorrow, I’d rather go out with a bang and get the best of “the hair” and “the freak” than one or the other.” It all sounds like fun and games, and you simply fancy them pulling your leg and just playing with you, but the way they turn to look at each other instead makes you quirk a brow.

What in the hell were they planning?

“What do you think, big boy?” Eddie whispers to Steve. “What? How can you possibly think I’m doing this with you?” He hissed back, but Eddie deadpans and shakes his head at Steve. “Who can say they’ve had an epic threesome with the hottest chick in the world before they go off to battle?” Eddie grabs his cheek, making him look into his eyes. “Think about it, this may be the last time we both get laid, and who better to do it with than (First name)?”

Steve purses his lips, cautious to the idea of sharing.

He’s never done this before…But he liked you so much, and Eddie was right, this may be the last time either of them get laid.

Fuck, he hated when Eddie was right.

Steve sighs, getting up so he can move to the other side of you, plopping down while Eddie comes closer.

Now properly surrounded, the situation settles in and you’re burning up.

“Whoa guys, are you serious?” You question in disbelief, feeling your lip tremble when Steve lays a hand on your thigh, Eddie’s coming to take your cheeks in hand. “I-I thought we were just playing around… I mean- What?” “Do you not want this?” Eddie questioned in a serious tone, thumbs brushing over your cheeks gently. “We can stop and pretend this didn’t happen, (First name). No harm, no foul.” Steve adds, pausing his movements.

Did they just fuck up?

It takes you a second to respond, but words seem to fail you, and the only course of action is to bring your lips against Eddie’s and grasp Steve’s shirt to pull him in closer.

So, it’s not a no.

Eddie kisses you like his life depends on it while Steve feels as much of your body he can, back pressing against yours and lips laying a hot trail along the expanses of your neck.

If this was going to be the last night you all had together, you three were gonna make the most of it.

Layers of clothing come off between kisses until the chill of the night hits your body, and the two lads on either side of you press closer in turn.

Hands roam and grasp, clutching at whatever they can until your leg is up and Steve’s fingers are buried in your soaked core while Eddie is working your clit.

Despite the two not having worked together before, they were like a well-oiled machine right now, working your body and silencing each noise you let out between shared kisses.

Each soft, slick squelch and soft moan leaving your lips floods the air, and the boys know they can die happy getting to hear them, to see you getting worked up higher and higher before coming undone.

Just for them.

“That’s it, sweetheart, ride that high.” “You’re doing so good for us, baby.”

Their praises, they shower you in them, even when they work you up to finally enter you.

Eddie takes the front while Steve takes the back, and the sounding groans when they each bottom out is delicious in nature.

But what conquers them all is the noise spilling from your lips, feeling so…full.

It isn’t fucking, not by any means.

It’s slow, gentle, the boys taking their time and checking in to make sure you’re feeling nothing but pleasure.

They bask in the noises leaving you and shower you with sweet yet filthy words.

“Look at you taking our cocks. You look so damn pretty, not that you didn’t before.”

Eddie’s the first to go, kissing you to silence himself as he ruts into you, coating your inner walls. It’s like a chain reaction, making you fall over the edge and bring Steve down with you.

You bask in the afterglow together, their arms tight around you and holding you between them, savoring the moment because it could very well be the last.

A moment passes before your voice is back to you. “If we make it out tomorrow,” you mumble against Eddie’s chest, “we have to do this again.”

A laugh leaves Steve and he shakes his head. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“I’m down.” Eddie adds, joining in on the soft laughter.

Let’s just hope for a better tomorrow.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #eddie stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #Steve x Eddie (if you squint) #Steve x Reader x Eddie #NS/FW #NS/FW ask #Anon ask #Lovely anon #Thank you anon

[fateinthestars]

I will get to Promise of Infinity rambles soon but thay post is probably gonna be long.

So at the moment I kinda want to talk sub stories and right now that's these two in particular:

Spoilers under cut

Okay, the King's bored again, what's new? Leaving the insane setup aside (well I say insane, it's pretty normal for the King xD) I kinda have a problem with Hue's.

Yes the Gods are morons in Zyglavis' story but... they weren't using a plan that was putting people and possesions in danger!

Like... Teo... I know you can stop time but did you really think causing such disasters to try and steal MC away from Hue like the King wanted was a good idea? Something could have gone wrong.

Well something kinda did go wrong, though luckily the only thing that was harmed was a box of chocolates!

Teo doesn't always think things through though, and Partheno well... considering his actual backstory his actions here aren't actually that unlikely.

But Tauxolouve?! What the hell happened here?! Not only do you go along with this (yeah I know King's orders and you're 'assisting' Teo but...) you try to drop a goddam sign on the pair of them. Have you lost your mind?

Ikky's plan makes waaaaay more sense. But yeah, they're morons.

I love the idea that Ichthys is always trying to tag along on Zig and MC's dates though, which made them both suspicious from the start when he didn't this time. 😄

Lou's role in this one makes way more sense. And honestly if they'd let him continue, they might have got somewhere.

After all I think the way they went was even making MC suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

Oh... and Zig getting everyone chocolates, but not being able to bring himself to hand Leon's his directly (he still included Leon he just had to go via Karno pfft) has to be one of the cutest things ever.

I'm so glad these got (His POV) chapters.

Poor Hue. Zig might not have been able to relax and actually enjoy the day either, but his wasn't cut short or full of actual potential hazards! (Both of these are great though).

#star crossed myth #Star-crossed myth spoilers #Star crossed myth review/character rambling #scm #scm ramble #scm huedhaut #scm zyglavis #scm teorus #scm ichthys #scm tauxolouve #scm partheno

[squill79]

The Gay Kid

None of the other kids like me. They always make fun of me for being gay. I’m sure there are other gay kids in my school, but I’m THE gay kid. The only one who’s actually out. My name is Hunter, but most of the other kids refer to me with one of their endless supply of homophobic slurs. I thought by now we’d be over this, gay people exist, who cares? Guess my school still lives in the stone age. I haven’t told any school faculty. I don’t want them telling my parents. Plus, I’ve kinda gotten used to it by now. It’s more annoying than anything else. This morning I went to get my Spanish books. There was a penis drawing in my locker again. Hilarious. Suddenly, I felt something hit the back of my neck. “Ow!”, I yelled. I turned around and saw none other than Brandon Wallace. Brandon used to be my friend, or at least I thought he was. I thought I could trust him. He’s the only person I ever told I was gay, and he spread it around quicker than I could blink.  

“What’s up, hada?” He said to me.  

“What?” 

“Hada, that’s Spanish for fairy.” 

“Oh, did you look that up because you were thinking about me?” 

“Pfft, you wish, queer.” 

Brandon’s such a jackass. He has this obnoxious clique of annoying straight guys. Well, them and his girlfriend, he’s the only one to actually have one. She’s just as much of a bimbo as he is, laughing along with his squad about his “sick burns”.  

“You’re so funny, babe!”, she always says that. 

“Funny enough to take to the winter dance?”, real smooth. 

“Oh babe, of course!”, bleh. They then made out for like... an entire uninterrupted minute. Gross.  

“Get a room!”, I yelled. They ignored me. 

After they finally stopped, Brandon turned over to me and said, “See Hunter, this is what you can’t have!” 

“Why would I want that?”, I asked. He couldn’t answer since they went back to making out. 

I eventually got to Spanish class. I sit in the front row of the class. I don’t like being in the middle of all the other kids. “Hola class.”, my teacher, Professor Stevenson said as class began. “We have a new estudiante today!”, a kid in the back got up and walked to the front of the class. “¿Cómo te llamas?” 

“M-me llama Tyler.”, he responded. He seemed nervous. He was shaking and had a bit of a stutter. Kinda felt bad for him. Must be tough being a new kid, especially in senior year. “I’m uh... eighteen y-years old and I umm... w-well I just wanna learn.”, how inspired.  

“Well that’s great, Tyler. Muy bien.”, Professor Stevenson said as Tyler went back to his desk. He proceeded to teach the class as normal. 

I bumped into someone when exiting class that day. “Oops, I-I'm sorry.”, he said.  

“It’s no big deal.”, I replied. I then realized that the person I bumped into was Tyler. 

“Oh, it’s you from S-spanish class!” 

“My name is Hunter.” 

‘Right... you’re uh...” 

“Hunter.” 

“The gay kid?" 

“That’s what they call me.” 

“I umm... I know you d-don’t know me and that I’m new but uh... w-would you want to go to the winter dance with me? I... I’m sorry I sh-shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that all the other kids kept telling me that you’re gay and I-” 

I pondered his question as he kept on rambling. He’s a little awkward and I don’t really know him all too well, but he’s kinda cute. Plus, there are barely any other queer kids in my school, so my options are kinda limited. “Sure.”, I answered him. “Why not?” 

“Oh... oh w-wow thanks. Ok umm... we can m-meet here outside the school. Sorry I can’t pick you up, I don’t have a car.” 

“No worries, I don’t either. I’ll see you this Saturday.” 

“Yeah I-I’ll see you then.”, he said as he awkwardly skuttled away. For the first time in a while, I was actually a little excited for something.  

Saturday night, my parents were helping me get ready for the dance. “You look so good, sweetie!”, my mom told me. “This girl is gonna be so happy to see you, what’s her name again?”  

“It’s... Taylor. And thank you.” 

“Are you sure we don’t need to pick her up? Does she have a ride?”, my dad asked. 

“She has a ride, but thanks dad.” 

“Alright, good luck tonight, champ. Remember to be polite to her... but also be yourself.” 

“I don’t think I can be both of those things at the same time.” Both of my parents chuckled. 

“Make sure to call if you need anything.”, my mom told me. 

“I will, thanks mom.”  

My parents left the room so I could finish preparing. I walked downstairs to go to the bathroom when I overheard a conversation between them. “I’m so glad he finally has someone to go to a dance with.”, my mom said. “He’s such an outcast, I was worried he’d never find a girlfriend.” 

“Well, it must be hard for him.”, my dad replied. “He’s not interested in sports like most of the other boys probably are. He’s into books and anime and whatever. It’s hard for a boy like him to find the right crowd.” Gee thanks you guys. It’s great knowing that me having a “girlfriend” is so important to them. 

My dad drops me off at the school. I arrived before Tyler, so I had to wait outside for a few minutes for him to show up. He eventually arrives wearing a T shirt with sweatpants. And to think I dressed up in a fancy suit just for him. I didn’t tell him this though. Like my parents said, I didn’t want to be rude. “S-sorry I’m late.”, he said as he walked up to me. 

“No worries.”, I told him. We walked inside and I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach. Not really because of Tyler, at least not him specifically. This is the first time I’ve been seen with another guy in a semi-romantic setting. “I hope nobody stares at us.”, I said to Tyler. I was already bullied for being gay, I didn’t want it to get any worse. 

“Oh... I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”, Tyler replied. Odd that he didn’t seem so nervous about that. I guess it must be easier when you’re not the only one. It is nice to be hanging with another gay kid. I’ve been getting sick and tired of being surrounded by a bunch of heteros.  

We enter the cafeteria where the dance takes place. Me and Tyler walk in holding hands. I caught a couple of people giving us awkward looks but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. “Let’s get some snacks and then we can dance.”, I told Tyler. 

“Sure... l-let's do that.” 

We both ate for a few and drank some punch. We didn’t really talk much in that time. A few kids walked past us whispering homophobic slurs. Nothing I’d never heard before, I just ignored them. After a little while I asked Tyler if he wanted to dance. “Let me ju-just go to the bathroom first.”, he answered. I waited about a minute for him to come back. 

“You ready now?”, I asked when he got back.  

“Y-yeah, I am.”, he responded.  

We began to slow dance to a soft romantic song. It was nice, actually. He’s not a bad dancer. We swayed for a few minutes. Eventually, however, I saw Brandon and his dumb clique behind Tyler. They were staring at us and laughing menacingly. I really didn’t feel like dealing with them. “Hey Tyler, we should lea-” Before I could finish my sentence, Tyler shoved be into the punch bowl. I was soaking wet and the juice got in my eyes. I eventually opened them to find everyone in the room staring at me, with Brandon and his gang front and center, along with Tyler. “What the hell?” 

“D-did I do good?”, Tyler asked Brandon.  

“You did great man, that was hilarious.”, Brandon answered. He then turned and pointed to me. “That’s what you get for being mildly snarky to me!” 

I looked at Tyler with contempt. “Why? Why would you do that?”  

“H-hey, I just wanted to get in with the c-cool kids. It’s nothing personal.” 

“You don’t have to be nice to him, Tyler.”, Brandon said to him. “Queers like him are always emotional.”  

I stood up and punched him right in the face, much to everyone’s surprise. “Queers like me will always bring more to this world than jackasses like you. You may have your little gang following you around and worshipping you now, but once high school is over, you’ll be nobody. Your existence will be a blip in all of our lives, best case scenario. So have fun with that.” I then left the room. He didn’t say anything, I think he was still in shock from me punching him. I went outside and called my dad to ask him to pick me up.  

“Everything alright?”, he asked. I think he could tell by my voice that it didn’t turn out well. 

“Yeah... I’m fine dad.” 

“Did she break your heart, son?” 

I began to answer. “She-”, I then paused for a moment. “He broke my heart, dad.” 

“He?” 

“Yeah... I’m sorry I never told you I was jus-” 

“It’s alright son, it really is.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It’s ok.”  

I shed a tear as I looked up to the night sky. “Thanks dad.” 

#writing #storytelling #gay #lgbtq

[lempeeartz]

Worm - BKDK short oneshot that I apparently wrote at 3am in July

—

Their laughter echoed through the empty park as their swings continued to squeal harshly.

"Hey, Kacchan?" Slowing to a stop, Izuku turned to face his still chuckling boyfriend.

"Yeah?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Katsuki abruptly stopped his movement as his feet skid the dirt below.

"Did you seriously just fucking ask me that?"

"It's a question, just answer."

"It's a bullshit question is what it is." He began to swing once more.

Izuku scoffed, "I know we laughed about couples seriously asking the question, but I'm actually curious to know your response… legitimately."

"Izu, sweetheart, the question is stupid. How am I supposed to answer it? You're a worm, right? I'm not gonna love a worm I found on the street, it's a fucking worm." A pause.

"Unless we're talking about some quirk type shit where you can turn yourself into a worm on command. I mean. Fuck. My hands are tied there. I wouldn't leave you if I found out you could transform into a worm, I guess. Like if you randomly sprung it up on me some random fucking Tuesday, I'd probably be confused. Like how the hell did you realise this power? Were you cursed or some shit? I mean whoever did that is a real piece of work. A fucking worm? They could've done better, you know?"

Turning to finally look at Izuku again, Kats frowned, "What?"

"Pfft- nothing, Kacchan." Stifling his laughter, Izuku grabbed the swing's chains and swung.

"Nah, what the fuck? You asked the goddamn question, I gave you the answer." A slight tinge of red blushed Katsuki's cheeks as he felt embarrassment creep in. He really rambled about a hypothetical, stupid situation. "Fucking worm."

Loud laughter spewed from the freckled boy.

#bkdk #ktdk #Bakudeku #would you love me if i was a worm #oneshot #bnha #izuku x kacchan #katsudeku #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #this is so dumb #i love the gays #kats being a gay disaster #lempeeWriting #lempeeBKDK

[strawbearisamu]

for a day like this

timeskip! hanamaki takahiro x gn! reader

summary: a coincidence on a train ride home leads to a confession and kissing in the rain.

note: requested by anon :) here, semi long one guys

cw: light swearing, semi makeout scene

wc: 1.8k 

the sky shrouded by a dense fog, the blue of it completely concealed by a covering of wooly grey clouds. rain continuing to pour from the desolute atmosphere as you heard a disembodied female voice announce the departure of the train. you sighed, train starting to move as you look out your window only to see a strike of lightning, the muffled thundering of the storm only growing louder, reminding you of the impending consequences of today's events.

"miss..miss...excuse me miss?" shaken from your daze, you meet the face of a middle aged woman carrying an infant and a young child, "miss, would you mind switching seats with me? there just isn't enough space for my baby's breastfeeding equipment on the other side." she asked apologetically, "even though i specifically requested it," mumbling the last part under her breath.

you press your lips in to a small smile, grabbing your things as she thanked you in relief, your eyes light up at a familiar shade of strawberry brown, occupying the very seat next to the one you were supposed to replace, "makki?" you couldn’t help the grin as called out from behind.

he whipped his head towards you, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he eyed you a few times. as if making sure you weren't a fake, making sure the familiar resonance and tenor of your voice, the one he replays to himself some nights, making sure it wasn't just an auditory hallucination. "y/n."

eyes lighting up with excitement, you speed up towards him, engulfing his sitting form in a warm hug, arms wrapped around his neck as he breaths in your scent.

"missed me huh?" you don't miss the playful glint in his eyes as you finally let him go. "yeah," a beaming grin displacing the forlorn look on your face.

"what were you doing in the city?" you asked, squeezing past him into the window seat as he towered over to the side of the walkway to make room, you see his eyes glaze over for a split second before he says "just a reunion with the boys."

"how are they! you guys were always quite the gang."

"yeah," he paused, slight hesitation lingering in his voice, "they're good i mean, really good."

the thunder crackling, a shot of lightning briefly lighting the gloomy sky as the scenery beyond your cabin window blurred with the speeding train.

"you look awful," he says, words slipping out absentmindedly, his eyes widening in absolute horror as he spluttered an apology, rambling on, "not as in you're ugly but your clothes, your stuff, it just looks a little...disheveled."

you burst into laughter, the first time today, "my bag was stolen today, some guy on a motorbike snatched it and knocked me over, it was crazy! i tried chasing him too!" you recounted the story again, but for the first time today, in humour.

"pfft, sorry not the point, you tried chasing him?" his mouth curving into his signature lazy grin.

"what's your point strawberry head?" narrowing your eyes at him as he raised his hands, pleading innocence. "you okay though?"

"i'll survive, can't say the same for my job, had some really important work documents there, weren't supposed make copies, now they're gone."

"oh..."

"yeah, i'm so pissed but well the jury will be out after the weekend," you sighed, "but anyway should we be talking about how you look just as bad as me, makki?"

a boyish laugh resonates from him, it does something to you, the familiar scratchiness of it inscribed in your mind from long ago. the corner of his eyes crinkled, "shit i guess i do," he said. "mhmm," you hummed, nodded along in laughter.

"the reunion," he cleared his throat, "i mean first off, this is not even close to being as bad as your day," he precautioned.

"just get on with it," you rolled your eyes.

twisting and fiddling the ring on his pinky, "just saw everyone doing really well, what with oikawa and iwaizumi being on olympic teams, even mattsun has a steady career and plan you know? i think i'm second guessing myself? i thought i was living life, having fun, but sometimes everything feels like filler before death.”

you nodded along to him, listening intently. you had always known makki to be more of a free spirit so this was rare.

"we all have those days," you mumble under your breath.

you let a comfortable silence fall between you, rummaging your bag for the slightly squished convenience store sandwich and your earphones.

"it’s tough huh, trying to find our place now.” you said, handing him one side of your earphones.

“yeah, so much easier when you’re two dumbasses goofing around, playing with erasers and tic tac toe during class," he slotted in the bud, and you do the same, as the ambient music filled your ears.

“you and mattsun?" you probed.

“no you, you and me.” for second his playful facade falters. his eyes lingering on yours as you held each other captive, your stare burning through his enigmatic grey eyes, a raw emotional intensity that made it seem like time had slowed down, neither of you finding the courage to make a move in the moment of impenetrable tension.

"i guess the rain is quite fitting for a day like this." you finally dared to look away, taking in the storm weathering just beyond your window, "but somehow i feel a little better now makki. maybe it's your pink hair."

"you do love it," he said, "i feel a little better too," he whispered, and you barely catch it.

—

he took a deep breath in, releasing it in a heavy sigh. “miyagi air right? nothing like it.”

“can’t tell if you’re a free spirit or an old man now.” you stepped off the platform, bags in hand.

"let me walk you tonight. you don’t have an umbrella.”

“neither do you?” you pointed out, handing him one of your bags as the both of you walked towards the exit.

"don't worry, i've got a plan," he winked a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

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the wind howls, your hair violently blowing into his face, "this was your genius plan makki? run a little faster will you!" you shout over the blaring pour of the rain, incredulous.

"easy for you to say, you're not the one hauling your heavy ass bag." one of your bags slung around his shoulder, arms stretched around the both of you as he holds his jacket up for cover. well, your cover, his exposed side completely drenched.

"we're close," you called out, awkwardly trudging across the puddle ridden road, his warmth emanating from beside you as your heart raced in your chest, though you couldn't decide if that was the rain or makki, more probably both you finally decided.

"we actually made it in one piece." you breathe a sigh of relief as you finally made it under the roof of your home, catching your breath a little as he twisted his rain soaked jacket.

"what are you waiting for? aren't you gonna open it?" he asked.

"okay what?"

"open the door?"

"i don't have the keys, they got stolen remember?" you said dubiously, now working the water out of your clothes as he gave you a baffled look.

"what? how are we gonna get in?

"well i assumed you had the keys?"

"how in the world would in have your keys?"

"in that confe-, letter i gave you? said you were here all the time you might as well have the key and gave you a key?"

"letter? what letter, y/n?"

"wait the letter...you didn't receive it?" the colour in your face drained, you took a sudden notice to his drenched figure.

"you're soaked dumbass." you say in an attempt to quickly move on, unzipping your bag to pull out a fresh t-shirt. he tries to stop you but you don't let him.

"shut up just let me do this makki." you pull on his forearm, tugging him down to meet your eye-level, his face inches from yours as you gently pat his face and neck dry.

"is this just an excuse to kiss me?" the same lazy smirk playing on his face again but his expression morphs into an unreadable one, eyes clouding, "the letter," he whispered looking down at you, his bangs skirting his lashes as you dabbed his cheek with a t-shirt.

"you wish you could kiss me," you joke.

"i do wish," he doesn't.

"was it a confession?" you didn't answer him, "can i kiss you makki?" the burning desire held off long enough as you somehow found the courage to ask.

makki broke into a smile, clumsily taking your hands in his, hurriedly dragging you back into the rain shower. hard rain hitting you, massaging your head, but even as you felt your senses become overwhelmed your attention was still singly engrossed by the man in front of you.

"what are you doing? i just patted you dry!" you reprimanded him, shouting over the pour of the rain, looking up at him, now 6'1, his soft gaze easily slipping past your faux stern one.

"it's more dramatic this way," he whispered, his hand gently caressing your face, thumb running circles on the now flushed apples of your cheek, his eyes becoming clearer to you as you finally begun to understand the liquid grey eyes that held you captive for so long. your heart speeding up again, butterflies fluttering aggressively in your stomach.

you tiptoed a little, eagerly reaching a hand into his now drenched strawberry pink hair that you were always so fixated on. he responded in kind, securing an arm around your waist, hoisting you up, you body colliding into his warmth, lower lip tingling a little as he traced it with his slightly calloused thumb. finally, he cups your jaw, taking your lips in his.

his lips warm, soft, impossibly plush against your own, the soft tickle of your hair on his cheek, your honeyed taste playing on his tongue, the shared warmth between you melding into one, your heartbeat synchronous, in perfect parallel with your harmonised movement. lips slightly parted, he bit your lower lip as you moaned a little.

"you think the neighbours can see us?" you pulled away, holding his cheeks in your hands, still in a slight daze.

"don't know, don't care."

"when did it become a drizzle?" you asked as he shrugged in response, desperate to capture your lips in his again.

and you guys stood there, in the light drizzle of the rain, soft rays of sunlight finally peaking through the glum clouds, making out for the audience of your entire neighbourhood, enjoying the petrichor of the rain. because yeah you were still locked out of your house, yeah you were probably getting fired and yeah he still didn't know shit about what he was gonna do, but everything seemed just a little bit better.

"i guess the rain was quite fitting for a day like this.”

sol's comments: can you tell i have no idea how to write a makeout scene? :")

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[jeyramarie]

Spy games- Pogues x OC

summary: friendships are put to the test when trust is the only thing they lack.

wc: 3,623

a/n: here it is! things get a bit intense from here on out so stay tuned. if you wanna tagged you can ask @halsmultibitch or me!! happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~

Previously on Good Life.. 

“Do you see anything?” he asked, suddenly hearing the boys laugh in cheer. 

“It’s the Royal Merchant!” John B shouted in victory as he saw the wreckage on the screen feeling as if his father was standing right there with him. 

“It’s not there. Just..just pull the drone up.” John B said feeling disappointed when they didn’t see any gold after looking for some time. 

“We can go again.” Fallon told him as she moved her hair from her face.

“Yeah, we can recharge the battery and go back down.” Pope said as he turned to John B  while also dealing with the drone. 

“We’ve done it three time. There’s nothing there!” JJ shouted, immediately receiving a slap on the arm from Lani. 

“Shut up!” Kie yelled at the blonde making him turn to her.

“What? It’s true.” 

“Seriously, JJ?” the kook asked, giving him a disappointed look. 

“If it was there, it would’ve been found on the metal detector. Someone beat us to it.” the shaggy haired pogue said sadly as he sat down and pulled his hood up, blocking himself from the situation. 

“Or it was never there.” The blonde muttered as he began to sail back to the Chateau. 

The next day, Fallon spent it with JJ while he practiced with the gun. Luke was gone which gave her the clear on going to the blonde’s house. They were currently in the backyard, Fallon ranting as usual as JJ got his gun ready. 

“She was all over you on the boat and you’re just gonna ignore it?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“She wasn’t over me, Fal. What’s up with you? Why are you so jealous?” 

“Pfft, I'm not jealous, I just think it’s ridiculous.” she scoffed as the blonde finally turned to her in question. 

“I’m not jealous!”

“Fine, fine. You’re not… if you say so.” JJ lifted his hands in surrender before turning back to his gun. Fallon was about to answer when the blonde started shooting his gun at a teddy bear perched on a log. After a few minutes, Pope came by and started screaming at JJ. The blonde couldn’t hear due to the headphones he had on which made Fallon stand up and tap him on the shoulder. 

“JJ! They know.” the pogue shouted as the blonde took off the head piece. 

“What?” 

“They know.” 

“Wait, wait. Who’s they and what do they know?” Fallon asked, looking at the boys in confusion. 

“Just chill bro, all right?” JJ said as he walked towards Pope, placing his hand on his shoulders. Leaving the caramel haired pogue completely ignored. 

“They don’t know shit, okay?” 

“Topper knows I sunk the boat.” the pogue muttered not wanting Fallon to hear. 

“How do you know they know?” 

“What did you guys do?” the pogue finally asked with her arms crossed over her chest as the boys stared at her. They looked at each other and Pope nodded which caused JJ to look at the floor and sighed. 

“Fine, tell her.” the blonde said annoyingly as he turned to walk towards the bench that was close to the house. 

“Rafe and Topper jumped me while I was delivering on Figure 8 and well… then I kind of sunk Topper’s boat.” Pope rambled as Fallon stared at him in disbelief. 

“Rafe? h-he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t have done that.” she laughed dryly as her fingers ran through her hair. 

“Yes, Rafe. Wh- you don’t believe me or what?” the curly haired pogue asked, looking back and forth between Fallon and JJ who was walking back toward them. 

“Are you defending Rafe right now?” the blonde asked angrily with his eyebrows furrowed as he stood in front of Fallon. 

“I just don’t believe he would do something like that.” 

“Why?” 

“Yeah, Rafe's a horrible person.” Pope stated putting his hands in his pockets.

“No, he’s not.” 

“Oh, he’s not?” JJ asked bitterly. 

“No.” 

“Why are you defending him so much?” the blonde asked, feeling anger course through his body as Fallon felt more and more annoyed. 

“Because he has never been mean to me. Not once!” 

“He’s probably only nice to you cause he likes to stare at your tits.” 

“Oh really?” she laughed dryly as she crossed her arms. 

“Yes, really. You don’t even believe Pope when he tells you Rafe fucking hit him in the face with golf club. How can you just- Are you two fucking or something? Is that it?” JJ said angrily immediately feeling a sting on his left cheek. Fallon had slapped him with every bit of anger in her. 

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that.” she said with gritted teeth and walked away to her car. She quickly drove away, still having the conversation fresh in her head. All Fallon thought about was wanting to go home, far away from the blonde pogue who had captured her heart like no other. That same night was the annual movie night that was held in the OBX. A lot of people go, especially kids. This year, Kie invited her to go with boys and Lani but after that argument, she wasn’t going anywhere. 

“I’m so glad that they’re still doing this. You know? Aren’t you glad I made you come?” Kie smiled walking towards an empty area followed by JJ, Pope and Lani. 

“Ecstatic.” Pope said dryly, rolling his eyes making Lani chuckle. 

“My couch was pretty comfy. I’ll be honest.” JJ said annoyingly at Kie watching her place the beach chair and cooler on the ground. 

“I have no opinion yet but for now, i’m liking it.” Lani smiled sitting on her blanket that was placed kneetly on the floor. 

“We’re out in the green zone, man.” Pope muttered as he opened his beach chair next to Kie’s. 

“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ said, trying to get the pogue to calm down. 

“What are you guys blabbering about?” Lani chuckled as she looked at the boys whose eyes widened thinking the kook had heard them. 

“Nothing.. nothing.” The blonde shook his head and sat down, followed by Pope who was suspiciously looking around. 

“Hey, I'm gonna go get some drinks. Does anyone want anything?” Kie asked as she rummaged through her wallet to take out the money. The boys shook their heads and Lani told her what she wanted, making her mutter an ‘okay’ making her way to the food stand. A few minutes later she came strutting back, turning her head to look behind her. 

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, ’Tell your boy that we know what he did.’” She said as she handed Lani her drink and sat down. 

“What does he mean?” The kook asked, turning to the boys who were looking all around them desperately. 

“Where is he?” 

“Right there.” Kie said pointing towards the back where Topper, Kelce and Rafe were at. 

“Great, the whole death squad.” 

“Don’t look, bro.” JJ said, turning his head harshly as they huddled up to start muttering. 

“Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I’m coming out swinging, okay? Slicin’ and dicin’, I'm on edge, right now.” The girls stared at each other and looked back at the boys who were muttering something about a school of fish. 

“If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He said holding up his backpack to let Pope know that he was protected. 

“JJ? honey? yeah, umm. What’s in the backpack?” Lani asked, pointing at it as she looked at the pogue in question. She turned her head to Kie who returned the questionable stare. 

“I’m sorry, JJ. Please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there’s kids.” Kie scolded, staring at the blonde with wide eyes. 

“Kie, I didn’t bring a gun. Everything’s fine, okay?” 

“Wow, that’s really convincing. I love that, JJ.” The pogue said sarcastically as Lani turned to sit straight. 

“I’m never leaving you alone with my children.” she muttered, making Kiara chuckle as she sipped her drink. 

“Guys, founding principal. No secret among pogues. What was Rafe talking about?” Kie asked leaning forward not letting go of the conversation. 

“Girls, it might go down tonight.” JJ said, leaning forward closer to the girls. Lani lowered her sunglasses to look at the pogue in confusion and then turned to Kie asking for an explanation. 

“What did you guys do?” The kook asked the blonde, making him turn to Pope and grab his shoulder. 

“Deny, deny, deny.” he muttered and turned back to the big screen ignoring the girls’ questionable faces. After 30 minutes since the movie started, the boys stood up making Lani look at them immediately. 

“Where are you guys going?” She whispered as Pope turned to her. 

“We’re gonna wring it out.” he whispered back, making Kie look up from her popcorn. 

“You’re gonna hold it for each other?” the pogues whispered, catching the kook off guard causing her to snort as she drank her soda. A few minutes went by when Rafe and his guys walked behind the screen where Pope and JJ had run off to. Lani saw this and slapped Kie’s leg. 

“We should go check on the boys. Something’s probably wrong.” she whispered, making Kie look at the side of the screen to see Topper walk through it. The pogue nodded her head and quickly stood up as Lani leaned over to grab JJ’s backpack. They walked around the screen and gasped at what they saw. Kelce was holding on to JJ’s arms as Topper continued to punch his abdomen. A few feet away stood Rafe with his arm around Pope’s neck making him choke. 

“Get off of him!” Kie shouted as she ran and threw herself on Rafe’s back making him let go of Pope. The pogue fell to the ground and started coughing harshly. Lani let go of the backpack and ran towards Topper, punching him in the back. The kook turned around and towered over Lani making her take a few steps back. 

“Oh look who’s here protecting her little boyfriend.” Topper siad with an evil smirk as he kept moving towards Lani who stepped back in fear. JJ somehow got out of Kelce’s grasp and ran to stand between Topper and Lani. 

“Don’t you dare touch her.” The blonde said with gritted teeth as he pressed a finger to Toper’s chest, making him stop. 

“Yeah? What are you gonna do?” The kook dared as Kelce silently walked behind Lani to wrap his arms around her. She let out a loud scream making JJ turn to her as Topper took the opportunity to hit his head causing the pogue to fall. Suddenly, Lani got pushed to the ground along with Kie. They both lifted their heads and groaned making sure both of them were okay. 

“Lani, the bag.” Kie whispered and pointed to JJ’s backpack that was right next to the kook. She quickly started rummaging through it as the pogue left to help the boys. Her hand touched a cold metal making her look into the bag, thinking it was the gun but instead it was JJ’s lighter. The same lighter he carried around everywhere. Lani crawled towards the corner of the movie screen and lit the lighter, puting it close to the white cloth. The fire started to spread across the cloth, the movie still playing, as everyone gasped and screamed while they ran away. The kooks saw the flames and let go of the pogue boys quickly making a run for it. 

“Pope, you okay?” Kie asked him as she kneeled next to him, helping him sit up. He shook his head and groaned, holding onto his side, feeling his ribs scream at him. 

“Why would you do that, Lani?” JJ asked loudly as he stood up, starting to limp towards the kook who stared at the flames in fear while clutching the backpack tightly. 

“I was trying to help, they were hurting you. I didn’t know what else to do.” she said nervously as JJ got closer, yanking the backpack off her hands. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt, Lani.” 

“I’m sorry, I just- I- sorry.” she stuttered as her hands started to shake with anxiety. JJ grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him for a hug. It was quickly interrupted when Kie walked towards them as she helped Pope stand up straight. 

“Guys, we have to go before the cops get here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” Lani sniffled, grabbing JJ’s arm. They all quickly made it to Kie’s car and started to make their way home. The boys were dropped off first with strict instruction from Lani on how to treat the pain and bruises. On the way back to their houses, Kie and Lani stayed in silence for a bit, listening to Marley. 

“I hope next year’s movie night is better.” The kook said, turning her head to the pogue whose eyes stayed on the road. 

“It will. I know it.” Kie chuckled and leaned in to turn up the volume when one of her favorite songs came on. 

The next day came around with a bright sun and a warm breeze. The pogues were all working, Lani too, while Fallon slept in since it was her day off. She was going to take the afternoon to look for a midsummer dress for the next day, which was going to take a while. The pogue started getting ready around 4, the same time her friends got out of work but she was still mad at JJ for what happened. Which caused her to not want any interaction with them. Her mom dropped her off and told her to give her a call when she had found THE dress. 

At the meantime, the pogues and Lani were hanging out at Heyward’s after their work shifts. They were discussing something stupid JJ had said about the fight that took place the night before while Lani helped stock the paper aisle. None of them noticed, but the police car had just pulled up outside the door, looking for one of the pogues. 

“Hey, Pope. Someone here to see you.” Heyward said, breaking the teens' laughter as they all changed their heads towards the door. 

“Evening, officer.” Pope nodded at the man respectfully as Shoupe reached behind him, pulling out a piece of paper. 

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” He said as he walked towards the counter, pulling out the handcuffs. 

“What?” Lani shouted, walking out of the aisle to meet Shoupe in the middle.

“Get out of the way young lady. Hands where I can see ‘em.” He slightly shoved the kook to the side and walked towards Pope who was shaking in fear. 

“Woah, Shoupe, what’d he do?” JJ asked, getting off the counter the second he saw his best friend being put in handcuffs. 

“Look at the warrant.” he answered dryly as he pushed Pope to start walking outside. 

“You’re arresting him?” Kie shouted grabbing the warrant in shock as she watched her friend walk out.

“You’re arresting my boy?” Heyward said, finally finding his voice. 

“Why are you doing this? Be careful!” Lani yelled when she saw the sheriff push the pogue harshly. She followed Pope and Shoupe close behind, never giving them space. 

“Shoupe, are you listening?” JJ shouted in anger as the pogue got closer to the car. Everyone started shouting at Shoupe about the whole thing, not letting him put Pope in the car which gave the blonde some time to stay back and think. 

“It wasn’t him!” JJ screamed out of instinct, making everyone shut up and turn to him. 

“It was me. He tried to talk me out of it but I was fucking pissed. Cause those kook assholes from Figure Eight beat him up.” He said pointing down the road as he walked towards Pope. 

“I can’t let you take the blame for something I did. You’ve got too much to lose.” The blonde whispered to his best friend who was still in shock from the whole situation. 

“JJ? Wh-what are you doing? No..no.” Lani said, walking around Heyward and Kie to stand in front of him. JJ ignored the kook’s sad eyes and stared at Shoupe. 

“I’m telling the truth, I swear. Took his oldman’s boat, too.” 

“What the hell?” Heyward said, sending the pogue a small death stare. Pope tried to stop him but of course, it didn’t work.

“Shut up, Pope!” Shoupe wanted to confirm what JJ was saying so he asked Pope if it was true, resulting in more shouting towards the blonde. Once the pogue assured JJ “wasn’t lying”, he got released from the cuff. 

“JJ, why are you doing this?” Lani asked, pushing her hands onto his chest, trying to look at his eyes but he completely ignored her gaze. Shoupe walked behind JJ and placed the cuffs on him. He pushed the blonde towards the car causing the kook to be on the verge of tears. 

On the other side of the island, Fallon was in the store filled with all types of dresses. Some were long and delicate while others were short and puffy. Fallon was never fond of dresses, the only ones she wore were bikini cover ups. She wasn’t fond of bright colors either which meant she was leaning to a darker dress. After what felt like hours, she pulled out a burgundy dress. It was long, with a crossed back, making her eyes sparkle. 

As she inspectioned the dress, a car drove in front of the store coming to a stop. The driver lowered the window and stared at the pogue with admiration. He quickly parked the car and walked into the store, looking for her again. After some time, Fallon walked out of the dressing room, sporting the dress. She felt someone staring at her and turned her head to see the boy she least expected. 

“Rafe? wh-what are you doing here?” She chuckled, walking towards him. 

“I saw you while I was driving through. Just wanted to come see you… Hope that’s not weird.” He said starting to get nervous. Fallon blushed as her smile grew.

“Well, thank you. That’s really sweet. But now that you’re here, what do you think?” she asked as she walked backwards to twirl for him. He chuckled as she twirled. 

“It looks… fantastic. It’s very you.” 

“It is? Ugh, I’m glad it looks good. I wasn’t gonna handle my mother tomorrow.” They both laughed and Fallon continued to stare at herself as Rafe looked at her. 

“Will you go to midsummers with me?” She quickly turned to him with wide eyes while he continued to stare at his shoes. 

“Umm, I- well…. I would love to go with you.” Fallon smiled as he lifted his head with a cute grin. Rafe ran his hand through his hair giving her a full look of his bruised knuckles. 

“Oh my god.” she gasped quickly grabbing his hand making Rafe hiss in pain. 

“What happened?” 

“Um, just trying to fix up my bike.” Rafe stuttered not wanting Fallon to know that he got them from beating the shit out of her friends the night before. 

“There’s mechanics for that, you know that right?” she chuckled lightly making him chuckle too, in relief. 

“Yeah, I've learned my lesson-”

“You two make a great couple.” the seamstress of the store said, interrupting Rafe as she walked out of her sewing room. They both looked at her and smiled, not really knowing how to answer that.

“Do you want me to take you home?” 

“Yes, please. Let me get changed and we can go.” Rafe nodded as Fallon ran back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes. She quickly paid for the dress and walked out of the store with Rafe next to her. 

He couldn’t believe Fallon agreed to go to midsummer with him. Rafe always thought she had a thing for JJ or someone else that wasn’t him. Which caught him by surprise when she said yes to the invitation. 

“So you’re walking in with your parents right?” Fallon asked, breaking the silence as she stared at him and back at the road. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m sure you’ll be walking in with me?” He nervously drifted his eyes back and forth between Fallon and the road. 

“Of course. You’ll wait for me outside right?” 

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled widely and turned back to the road to see that she was almost home. Rafe pulled up on Fallon’s driveway bringing the car to a stop. 

“Thank you for bringing me home.” 

“Of course, anytime.” They both stared at each other for a while until Rafe got the courage to start leaning in. Fallon didn’t notice but she started to lean in too. They shared a soft kiss as his hand went to her cheek. The kiss got more intense by the second as she grasped his shirt tightly. Rafe’s tongue swept over Fallon’s bottom lip making her gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity. Their tongues battled for domination as the car turned hot with the heat radiating from their bodies. Fallon pulled away with her forehead against his as she caught her breath.

“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road.

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[lettheladylead]

avoid the unhappy ending (ch9)

ships/characters: Goldie, Beakley, Scrooge/Goldie words (ch9): ~1600 summary: Goldie comes to town to see Scrooge. Instead, she somehow manages to run into literally everyone else. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108943/

[1 & 2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Chapter 9 under the cut:

Before going in, Goldie took a deep breath to prepare herself for an inevitable battle. Her shoulder was still hurting quite a bit and her knees were starting to flare up. Stupid arthritis. She rolled her shoulders to make sure everything was in place and ready to move around in case this got messy fast. Beakley was a tough old broad - not as tough as her and not as old as her, but it was still good to be ready.

She moved as quietly as possible towards the entrance and slowly made her way inside.

Beakley’s back was facing her as she entered the kitchen. But this was Beakley - when someone was nearby, she knew it. No need to try and scare her.

“Twenty-Two.”

“O’Gilt.”

Goldie crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. “You don’t seem surprised.”

“You’ve been wandering around the manor for over two hours,” Beakley said as she continued chopping vegetables. “I’ve known you were here since - peh - Duckworth informed me.”

“Oh.” Goldie stood up straight and rubbed her arm. That was embarrassing, but she couldn’t let it get to her. At least she wasn’t being attacked. “I assume he told you why I’m here.”

“You’re here for Mr. McDuck, according to you,” Beakley answered curtly. “I know you’re actually here to steal something, but go ahead and continue your charade for all I care.”

“It’s not a charade,” Goldie said, mocking Beakley’s accent. She walked over and leaned against the counter, looking at the vegetables and the very sharp knife being used to cut them. “He’s just been very difficult to find today, is all.”

“Perhaps that’s on purpose,” Beakley said as she shoved the chopped carrot to the side and grabbed another one. “Have you considered the possibility that after all these years he’s finally done with your attitude and lack of respect and complete insincerity when it comes to his feelings and he just doesn’t want to see you anymore?”

Goldie ignored the trite analysis and continued to stare at Beakley's knife movements, noticing a definite increase in roughness as she spoke. “No need for jealousy, Bentina.”

The housekeeper struggled to hold back a noise of disgust that Goldie found absolutely hilarious. “Not in the least,” she added. “Your bad taste does not influence the rest of womankind.”

The blonde chuckled and leaned fully on one hand, elbow propped up on the counter. “I’ll have you know he was very cute back in the day.”

Beakley finally stopped and turned to Goldie, glaring at her. She pointed out of the kitchen door, where a giant portrait of a younger Scrooge was visible on the far wall. “Not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of what he looked like back in the day.”

Goldie smirked at the portrait and chuckled. “It’s different in person. He was just...it’s different.”

“How cute.”

“Speaking of cute, your granddaughter is very feisty, you know that?” Goldie picked herself up to sit on the counter.

Beakley held the knife tightly and pointed it at her. “Get down. And stay away from her, she doesn’t need anything from you.”

Goldie didn’t move. “Oh, really? She was asking me all kinds of questions. Seems like there’s a lot she wanted from me that her dear ol' grandmother can’t help her with.”

The knife got closer to her chest. “ Down. ”

In her head, she tried to balance the scales of her own pride versus her lack of interest in getting stabbed. Hmm. Hmmmmmmm.

Goldie hopped back down and leaned against the counter again. Beakley looked genuinely surprised before going back to chopping.

“I’ve raised Webbigail well enough to know not to trust a word you say.”

“Naturally,” Goldie chuckled. “So...Scrooge?”

Beakley shrugged. “I wasn’t kidding before. If he wanted you to find him, I’m certain you would’ve found him by now. He’s got security cameras in every hallway, after all.”

The blonde pushed herself off the counter and walked to the fridge, opening it up and looking at what was inside. There was an unopened water bottle waiting for her to take. “Well, I’m not leaving until I see him, so you might as well just tell me.”

“Della mentioned you were planning to stay for dinner for some godforsaken reason - is that why? And put that back!”

Goldie closed the fridge and uncapped the water bottle, taking a long sip. A half-second later and there was a knife jabbed into the side of the fridge next to her head.

“Kind of aggressive, don’t you think?”

“Is it even possible for you to ask before taking something? Is it a biological impossibility or are you just so frustratingly consistent that you feel like you have to act this way?”

Goldie took another sip, grabbing the knife and tossing it back at Beakley who caught it between two fingers with ease. “Interesting question. I’ll answer if you tell me where Scrooge is.”

That carrot was done. Beakley moved on to the next one. Cooking for so many people seemed like a hassle. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“And of course, you’re the only person who actually knows where he is.”

“That’s likely true.”

Goldie took several big gulps of water. “This house is too huge and ridiculous. I just want to see him - is that such a big deal? If he doesn’t want to see me, fine, I’ll be out of his feathers soon enough. But I came all the way here so I’m going to find him even if I have to wait for him to come down for your dumb family dinner.”

Beakley responded with a low hum. Goldie glared at her.

“And if I’m waiting, I guess I’ll wait here with you, Bentina!” She smiled brightly and finished off the water bottle, tossing it onto the floor.

The chopping stopped. In that moment, the air became frozen and stiff - like something bad was about to happen. Something very, very bad. Goldie felt some of her arm feathers standing up straight in anticipation. Maybe she’d just made a mistake, but pettiness towards the housekeeper was worth any price. (Okay, not any price. She had her limits.)

Fortunately (or unfortunately?), Beakley just leaned over and picked up the bottle, tossing it into the proper bin. She was suspiciously calm about this entire situation. “Wouldn’t you rather be annoying Louie again?”

“Annoying? I think he likes talking to me.”

“I’m not surprised you think that.”

Goldie rolled her eyes and stepped forward to the center of the kitchen, just standing there and looking around. She knew how much Beakley hated her, but it was almost funny the efforts she was going to make her seem entirely unwelcome by everyone in the house. Maybe she was right, but it’s not like Goldie spent her time trying to get people to like her. “So what would you do if I married Scrooge and moved in here? You’d have to deal with me every single day.”

Chop chop chop. “I don’t have to worry about that because I know you’ll never do it.”

“Heh,” Goldie chuckled and pushed some of her hair back. “When you’re right, you’re right.” She felt an uncomfortable sadness creep at the corners of her mind and frowned, not sure what the issue could be. The housekeeper didn’t say anything that she didn’t already know.

She turned back towards Beakley only to see her staring directly at her, looking angry and a bit concerned. Goldie shook off her immediate embarrassment at having been seen in a slightly vulnerable mindset and walked over to the counter again.

Beakley was still staring at her.

“What?”

“What exactly are your intentions with Mr. McDuck when you find him?”

“Pfft,” Goldie almost laughed. “My intentions? Besides a quick roll in the hay -”

“Ugh.”

“...it’s just been a while since we last talked.” Goldie poked a finger against the countertop and slid it around in a small circle. “I wanted to catch up. Let him talk about some adventure and then I’d tell him about my much better adventures.”

There was silence for a few moments as Goldie continued to slide her finger around. "Maybe he'll start reminiscing and we'll just talk about the past for a few hours while doing absolutely nothing. And he'd ask me to stay a while and I'll pretend to consider it but leave while he's sleeping anyway,” she finished with a shrug.

She didn't need to look up to know that Beakley was staring at her again. It was embarrassing, but a normal consequence of rambling like a lovestruck teen. Quackfaster was still wrong about her, of course, but after how her day was going...

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you almost sounded sincere."

Goldie hummed softly. "Almost."

They fell into silence. An odd, almost companionable silence where it didn't feel like either woman was planning to hurt the other. Goldie didn't see how it would benefit her and Bentina was both too busy getting dinner ready and, against her better judgement, considering the possibility that Goldie should stay for the evening.

"...so what’s going on? An anniversary of some sort?" Beakley asked suddenly.

Goldie blinked at her. "I already told Duckworth it's not anything."

"And he told me as much. But I don't believe you." Beakley had moved on to the celery. "You're both being very nostalgic today."

"I'm…" Goldie blushed a bit, knowing Beakley wasn't wrong about her wistfulness, and reached over to grab a piece of chopped carrot, popping it in her mouth. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

The housekeeper contained the urge to slap Goldie's thieving little hand and sighed loudly instead.

"He's in his treasure room."

Goldie's eyes widened and she looked at Bentina with suspicious curiosity. She didn’t appreciate being lied to, especially not such an obvious lie. "I already checked there."

"Not that treasure room," Beakley said with a groan. "He's in the Klondike Room."

#ducktales #scroldie #goldie o'gilt #bentina beakley #scrooge mcduck #fic #fics #avoid the unhappy ending

[kuryoomi]

scars to your beautiful (kageyama x reader)

➸  genre: angst and fluff.

➸  pairing: kageyama tobio x reader.

➸  word count: 1.5k

a/n: wHEW. i wanted to write something meanigful, but idk how it turned out !! honestly idek if this is either angst or not lowkey,,, heart fingers.

synopsis: kageyama helps (y/n) love and embrace the scars from her past.

WARNING! mentions of relationship abuse.

ouch.

warm, red blood oozed out of the exposed wound, the sharp pain visible on your face. from your left side, a little boy was apologizing to you several times with tears in his eyes. and from your right, kageyama extended an arm to lend you a hand.

"thank you." you took his hand and pulled your body up from the ground, blood still gushing out from your scraped knee.

"i'm s-so s-sorry!" the little boy sobbed in between his words.

smiling at him, you shook your head before patting his head, "i'm fine! still moving, you see?" you shook your leg to prove yourself to the little boy.

"still, be careful. you might seriously injure yourself if you don't!" teasingly, you scolded the little boy, causing him to nod his head ferociously.

"i'll b-be careful next t-time!" swallowing his tears, the little boy picked up his skateboard before running off.

seeing as the boy disappeared from their sight, you let out a breath before stumbling to keep your balance.

"oi! don't fall!" kageyama pulled you back up, "c'mon, i'll help you get seated."

he helped (carried) your body while searching for an empty bench in the park. spotting one in the distance, he continued supporting you before setting you down on the empty, wooden bench.

adjusting your position to your comfort, a sigh left your lips.

"of course this had to happen." you thought to yourself, "i knew this day was going too smoothly for my own liking! ugh, why can't my first date with tobio be a success?? curse you, bad luck!!"

"(y/n)." kageyama interrupted your thoughts, "can you roll up your jeans for me?" he was knelt in front of you, one knee up and the other knee down.

"huh?!" you snapped out of your internal conflict, "why?"

oh no.

"so that i can see your injury." he pointed directly at your knee, "the blood is seeping through your jeans."

oh no. anything but that.

"pfft, i'm sure it's fine! no big deal." you swung your legs back and forth, "you see?" unknowingly, your face gave away your pain.

he took one look at your before shaking his head, "(y/n), don't be ridiculous."

you hung your head, avoiding his eyes, before beginning to slowly roll up your jeans. as more skin got exposed, your fingers hesitated.

kageyama noticed your hesitation and helped you roll your jeans up, thinking that the pain prevented you from continuing,

"no— wait!"

a long jagged scar snaked down the side of your leg, close to your knee. the skin around the mark was slightly discolored, suggesting that it did not heal properly. this was something you did not want kageyama to see, at all. but what could you do? lady luck was not on your side today. you grimaced, too afraid to see the male's reaction.

without any comments, kageyama stood up from the ground and turned his back towards the female.

"i'll be right back." he spoke before jogging away from the bench.

oh no.

he thinks they're ugly.

oh nonono.

what if he decides that i'm worthless—

haha, no way.

as if.

tobio isn't that kind of person...

is he?

amidst your worries and doubts, you noticed kageyama return from somewhere with a plastic bag hanging from his grasp. you jumped up from the wooden park bench, ready to explain yourself.

"t-tobio! you're back!" you shuffled your feet nervously as he stopped in front of you with his eyes on yours, "don't worry! i can explain my— my um. my scars! haha see, i was in this crazy relationship a few years back and my boyfriend wasn't exactly the best person alive. b-but it's all good now! he received his punishment and i'm—"

partially listening to your rambles, kageyama silently sat you back down on the bench. without a single word, he retrieved the item he bought from the convenience store (a first-aid kit) and opened it up before quickly soaking a piece of cotton with bottled water.

"we have to clean up your wound, first." he spoke calmly as his hands dabbed the piece of cotton on your knee.

unable to process his actions, you watched as he peeled off a bandaid before sticking it onto your wound. he pressed his fingers against it lightly, the bandaid sticking well to your skin. he was gentle, almost as if he were working with fragile glass, yet firm at the same time.

"and now we're finished." he smiled softly and awkwardly made jazz hands, signaling his finished work. still struck by silence, your eyes were glued on him as you watched kageyama throw away everything except the first-aid kit, "tobio.."

he returned back to the bench and sat down, his hand reaching out to give you whatever was left inside the first-aid kit.

"here. don't want you being unprepared again." with a kind smile on his lips, kageyama leaned back against the bench and stretched him arms out, "now you can continue your story, if you want. i'm here to listen."

oh.

initially, you weren't sure how to feel when he offered his ears to you. strange, right? just moments ago, you were desperately trying to explain yourself, your scars, to him. but now that he was actually listening, it was odd.

as shocking as it may seem, you weren't used to someone offering to listen to your voice, your past, your story. maybe it was because of this reason that you actually felt nervous to say anything.

but you were compelled to tell him. this guy, who had only known you for a couple of weeks, had knocked down any barrier you had built from a previous relationship, in a matter of minutes.

was it the way he looked? at you? or was it because of his caring gestures— you had no idea. whatever it was, it worked to his favor. you instantly desired to spill everything out to him. after all, you just couldn't hide it in any longer.

"my- uh. my ex-boyfriend was abusive, both physically and mentally. he would verbally tear me down with harsh words before resolving our fight with his fists. honestly speaking, it wasn't even a fight. whenever he spat out insults to me, it was all one-sided."

you paused, contemplating on whether or not to continue. spilling details about your painful past was overwhelming, to say the least. you swung your legs back and forth, allowing your silence calm you down. luckily, kageyama was patient.

"he told me that i was ugly with all these scars—said that i should be grateful he was at least willing to be with me, even though he was the one who gave me these."

another pause, with kageyama's eyes widened the slightest bit out of anger.

"my parents eventually found out, even though i didn't want to trouble them with anything, and they reported him. he received his punishment, and i got a restraining order! happy ending to a not-so happy story." immediately, you faked a laugh and encouraged a smile on your face, as if to show kageyama that everything was alright now.

but kageyama saw through it. vividly. even if both the corners of your lips curled upwards, your eyes betrayed you. no matter how convincing your smile looked, if the eyes weren't sincere then nothing was.

you gulped softly, expecting the silence from him. you figured he was processing the information you had given himㅡ it was a lot to take in, after all.

"your ex-boyfriend seemed like an ass." he stated bluntly after a painful silence as his body turned towards to face you.

"yeah, he was. i honestly don't know why i stayed with him." another laugh escaped your lips, nervously this time, "maybe i depended on him too much. pathetic, right?" you glanced down before lifting your wounded knee upwards, "now, i got all these ugly scars marking me for the rest of my life."

"they're not ugly."

you turned your head to the side, "excuse me?"

he shrugged, "your scars. they're not ugly." kageyama said once more, "nothing on your body should be considered as ugly. why would they be?"

"because they make my body seemㅡ destroyed."

he shook his head, "no. your scars show everyone how brave you are. how you survived through the worst of times to make it to the present."

kageyama crossed his arms before continuing, "the scars on your body from your past make up your own constellations. if anything, you should be proud and embrace them."

you bit your lip. since your previous breakup, the concept of loving your body seemed impossible. of course, you'd been trying for years now, but failed every single time. heck, was it even possible? you wanted verbal assurance.

"doㅡ do you think i'm capable of embracing them?" you asked, your voice laced with hope.

kageyama stared at the female, a brief moment of silence between the two of you. he was positive that you were more than able to embrace your scars. you were strong in his eyes. of course, he was willing to help you in any way, shape, or form.

with a hand on top of your head, he gave you a small smile before nodding his head, "absolutely."

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[one-spidey-boii]

BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch nine

read ch eight here

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an; i’ve really struggled with juggling all my responsibilities lately so please forgive me. i just ate questionable fried rice and i’m feeling mediocre at best. have a great day you guys.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 3.1k+

edie's pov

i take in a deep breath and click the call button on my phone after hovering over it with my thumb for a few long and painful seconds. i slowly bring it up to my ear. on the third ring, a small click sounds on the other end.

"ah! you're still alive. yippee!" tony's voice chirps jokingly at me from wherever he and the rest of the avengers were staying. i sit up in my bed and play with the end seam of my shorts.

"i am..." i trail off awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say to the man. he's making me call him everyday, and i don't know how long it's going to last, but i'm already running out of things to tell him at this point. i'm healing, my bruises are fading, the pain is subsiding.

"is peter treating you right?" he asks. i gulp at his question, remembering the moments peter and i shared only a day ago.

"u-uh yeah, wait- um what do you mean?" i stutter out, mentally kicking myself.

"i mean, is he taking care of you? yanno, making you chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate and giving you back massages- actually scratch that last one, i don't wanna think about that." he rambles on, my face flushes and i pull loose pieces of fabric off of my shorts completely in panic. no way can mr. stark find out about peter and i...whatever we are.

"hey! it's not like that." i mumble, doing my best to cover my nerves.

"yeah, sure it's not." tony retorts back with a snort, his voice just above a whisper. i'm at a loss for words, "uh, pfft, yeah, it's not."

"i don't care either way- well, that's a lie, i care a little bit. just keep healing and make sure peter stays sharp out there." i squirm in my spot and continue to update mr. stark on my condition, eager to get off of the phone.

with a final 'goodbye' and 'don't do anything stupid'- he ends the call and i flop back down on my bed. my side only slightly aches when i move now, becoming less of an annoyance and more of a numbing feeling.

i glance around my room at my fresh yellow walls. the color brightens the space and brings a warm feeling to the pit of my stomach. but my bed is still in the middle of the room, making me feel open and vulnerable on all sides. with one big huff i roll out of bed and plant my feet at the end of the frame. i give one push with both hands and the bed goes skidding back to the wall. in the process, my side cramps up and a burning sensation pushes its way through my body, making me wince.

"you okay there?" a soft, yet teasing voice speaks up from behind me. i dip my head down between my arms still placed on the bed and peek at the intruder through my legs from upside down. peter stands there, a lazy smirk spread across his lips. i roll my eyes and flip my head back up to turn around and face the boy.

"absolutely. i don't always need your help, parker." i reply and lean against the end of my bed. after the alarm went off last night, peter and i spent our time making food until he had to go out on patrol, more hesitant that ever to leave. none of us said a word about the disturbance, despite my suspicions. he returned late in the morning, later than his usual schedule. and when he did get back, he went straight to sleep, not even making it to his room. he stayed fast asleep on the couch until late afternoon. i guess he came straight to me after he woke up.

it's only been two days since i've been out, but my body is growing restless at the lack of adventure. jealousy poked at heart knowing that he would be the one seeing and protecting the city until mr. stark deemed me ready to get back out there.

i push the feeling away, not wanting to focus on things i have no control over.

peter takes a few steps closer to me, speaking playfully, "so, mr. stark gave me a call today. he wanted to know if i was taking care of you." once his body reaches mine, his fingertips immediately move to trail along my hips, "what do you think, wolfie? am i taking good care of you?" his voice lowers the closer he leans in.

i gulp audibly at his question, thinking back to my own conversation with mr. stark. my eyes meet his and i can’t t form any words under his gaze. so i just nod sheepishly at him, it seems to be the only thing i can do lately. peter's mouth curls into a satisfied smirk and it makes my stomach drop into my feet. an overwhelming surge of heat passes through my body and i have to lean back farther into the mattress for support.

peter and i didn't really talk about what had happened yesterday. at the time, it didn't seem weird or out of the ordinary. it felt natural, good. now that we've—i've—had time to think about it, well, i don't know what to think. i don't even know what to say to him. it's embarrassing how much control he seems to have over me, after so many years of being able to joke around as friends.

now his closeness makes my heart squeeze both in adoration and frustration. i'm angry at how fast he's able to make me melt into his hands. i used to tease and make him blush, now he somehow turned the tables. just add that to the list of things i can't control.

peter leans in, close enough to pepper a soft kiss to the corner of my lips, "i gotta head out, but i'll be around." he pulls away and points to his ear, where his comm rests.

"see you around." i say with a level voice, now too focused on gaining a hold of myself to be sweet with him. he drops his remaining hand from my hip, choosing to ignore my change in demeanor. with a small wave that reminds me of the nervous boy he used to be, he turns the corner and i'm alone again.

my skin is buzzing. the feeling is mostly concentrated on where peter's fingers had been, but it's spreading quick. needing a distraction from the feeling, i change out of my comfy clothes into something a little more suited for action. i rumble through my luggage and pull out a black sports bra with leggings to match. before i leave, i shove my own comm in my ear.

after making my way to the training room, i set up a few different targets. the first one is a simple circle with three red rings spaced around a red center, i place it firmly on the ground. the next one is the same, except this time i suspend it into the air, letting it sway back and forth. the last one is a little different. it's human shaped. as a fighter who refrains from hurting people as much as possible, i'm hesitant to set this one up. but after what i went through, i need the practice on a human target.

i flip through my phone and search for some music to get my energy up, i connect to the speakers that run throughout the house and crank up the volume. the bass of the music cancels out the continuous buzzing through my body, allowing me to shake the tension away. i stretch in front of the mirror before pulling a table to the far side of the room, opposite the targets.

on the table i set out an array of throwing knives, each one reflecting the fluorescent light from the high ceilings. i run my hand over the edge of one knife in particular before grabbing the handle and nailing the middle of the hanging target in one fluent motion. the knife sticks out from the center as the momentum violently swings the target in the air.

i take in a deep breath and pick up two more, one in each hand. i throw both at the same time, hitting the grounded target side by side with barely an inch between them. i continue to practice on the two targets, using up all the knives on the table in the process. i'm sweating and panting as i go to collect them and start again. i let my eyes pass over the human shaped target, but i quickly look away and focus on the other two once again.

after ignoring the last target for what seems like forever, i stop myself mid throw as i notice how shredded the others have become. i drop my arm to my side and use my other hand to turn off the music.

the silence of the room makes the pounding in my ears almost unbearable as i scope out my last challenge of the night. the lifeless figure has no face. it's only the silhouette of a head and torso, a simple shape. despite the fact, i can still see the features of one person in particular.

i raise my hand and ready myself to throw the potentially deadly weapon held in my grasp. i can feel my heart rate pick up and i stare down the figure before me.

a female, seemingly innocent.

my breathing grows heavier as i fall back on the memories of that night, only a few days ago.

she looked scared, all i wanted to do was help.

my stance falters at the thought. my eyes clouding over as i grit my teeth and shake my head to snap myself out of it.

"see what happens when you try and help people?"

with a grunt, i charge at the inanimate target before me. my legs cross the floor in three simple strides as i jump up to plunge the knife into the head of the target. i slide down and i hold the knife tighter in my grasp, letting it slice all the way down the figure, nearly severing it in two. i drop the weapon.

with heavy breaths, i turn to grab another human shaped target. i kick the other one out of the way, replacing it with the new one.

i try different attacks, needing to set up a new target every time i 'kill' the last one. i do it again, and again, and again- picturing the same face every time.

peter's pov

i can't just come out and tell edie i'm searching for the people that attacked her. but i can't come up with any explanation as to why i'm staying out so late—err, early? i don't know. i do know that every second i'm not out here looking, it's becoming more and more dangerous for her. it scares me.

the sun is peaking out from behind the tall buildings of the city. i spent the entire night staking out two people specifically, but no such luck. now i'm sat atop a building, hesitant to call it a day and go back to edie. but, oh boy, i want to see her. thinking about her makes my heart swell, and now that i'm finally able to show her how i feel, it seems like the whole world let out of sigh of relief for me.

i like the way she reacts to me. it being a huge contrast to the playful, witty banter that we used to share exclusively. now, when we get close- i'm the one who takes control. it's a weird change of pace between the both of us, but i don't mind it one bit. it’s almost like i crave it.

once making the decision to go back to the compound, i swing myself across the city, eager to see edie. i get to the door and press a suit covered thumb over the touch screen. the glass door slides open and i slip into the cold air of the compound, making sure the glass shuts and locks behind me before i go any further.

i pull the mask off my head and stumble into the living room, hoping edie is somewhere close. when i don't see her, my face drops and i turn to jog down the hall towards her bedroom. not finding her again, i raise my hand to the comm in my ear and speak.

"e, you there? where've you run off to?" i turn on my heel again to step into my room down the hall. as i do so, her voice floods through my head.

"training room." she utters, her usual soft voice sounding hardened and cold. i quirk an eyebrow up as i change into more comfortable clothes, confused by the girls tone. nevertheless, i finish up and trot over to her.

as i round the corner, my eyes settle on her standing in the middle of the room, rolling her shoulders back with a knife in her hand. i stand quietly and watch her movements, hesitant to step in and become an accidental target. edie raises her arm to throw and adjusts her feet into a low stance. so quickly, i almost miss it, the knife flies through the air towards a human shaped figure. to my surprise- it clatters against the target and falls to the floor.

she lets out a groan and pulls at her hair, muttering profanities under her breath as she turns to see me staring. her body stiffens under my gaze and slowly she lowers her arms to her side, a doe-eyed expression on her face.

"you're back." she mutters. i take a few steps into the room and gulp at what i see. targets similar to the one she just attacked are shredded and thrown across the room in piles. there must have been fifty of them, each one damaged in a different way.

looking back at her, i force a smile on my face, "you've been busy, yeah?"

her eyes follow the path mine took and she shrugs, indifferent, "mhm. training." i nod hesitantly.

"have you slept at all?" i pipe up, curious at how long she has been here.

"not really, no."

another nod, and i shuffle over to the table that holds her collection of weapons. i'm impressed with her skills, seeing as she has no 'super powers'. but damn, she could take anyone down in seconds. i admire the girl in front of me, hoping she knows just how much i do. not long after, a bug of curiosity wiggles around my stomach.

"do...you think you could teach me?" the words slip out of my mouth before i can think of the consequences. edie looks at me with a stoney expression that makes my heart jump. i regret my words immediately, afraid that i offended her or something.

i try to take it back, "i mean- only if you want! i know it's stupid so you don't..."

the devilish smile that creeps along her face shuts me up, "i'll teach you."

i let out a small breath, "o-okay. i should probably go change." i say as i look down at my baggy clothes and compare them to her tight fitted ones. edie shakes her head and waltzes up to me, the smug smile still gracing her lips. i grow nervous, realizing i'm in her territory now. this is her thing, so i force myself to hand over the reigns.

she gestures to the rows of knives on the table, "take you pick, parker." her cool and confident voice sends a small shiver down my spine. i look closer at the table and gingerly run my fingers along each sharp edge. i stop at a knife with a shiny black blade and red handle and i pick it up to feel the weight of it in my hand. the blade isn't metal or steel and it has small ridges on the surface. i bring it closer to examine it even further.

"that's obsidian, black volcanic glass. it was used a lot in the stone ages," edie takes the knife from my hands and twirls the point on the tip of her finger, "it's sharper than steel, and nowadays surgeons use it in their scalpels...good choice, peter." she smiles up at me. i can feel my cheeks flush. she places it back in my palm and struts to the center of the mat, "we'll start close, hopefully you can hit the target. how's your aim?"

i roll my eyes at her taunting words and walk over to her place on the mat. edie strolls around me in circles, observing my body language- which is less confident than i'd like to admit. she stands in front of me and plants her hands firmly on my hips, twisting them into a desired position. next, she does the same with my shoulders, all the while sticking her tongue out in concentration.

then she comes to the knife in my hand and pulls it away, only to place it back and wrap my fingers around it one by one. it immediately feels more comfortable in my hand. she circles me one more time and hums in satisfaction at her work.

"now, obsidian is brittle, so it's really important to make your shot count or else you risk breaking the blade," edie comes back around my front and leans in close, her finger resting under my chin, "don't break my blade." she threatens with a smug smile curling at the edge of her lips. i can't stop my eyes from dropping down to look at them, and she notices.

edie traces her finger along my jaw line, making me shiver once again. i groan at the lack of control over my body and my eyes widen at the sound. she just smiles and lets her hand fall down my chest to finally rest at her side before taking a step back. she points behind her to a circular target a few yards away.

"give it a go." her voice grows softer, encouraging me to make a move. i tighten my grip around the knife and raise my arm to chuck it at the target. i stop short.

"could you...maybe show me first?"

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[paradise-creator]

Self ship fanfiction

Amorette x Tsukkishima Kei

Yes, you may request something this as well-

The sky was painted in different hues. Red, orange, black hues dance around the heavens. The sun slowly retreating down while the moon rises. A young girl was waiting outside of her house. Her parents agreed on having a small study session with a neighbor of hers then sleeping over her girl friend's house. She was wearing a black and white crop top with high-waisted jeans and a simple black rubber shoes.

Her slightly chubby stature was pacing around. She was a fidgety and energetic person. That's a prominent trait of hers, she sometimes can't stay still. Her short dark brown hair blew in the wind she was adoring the current temperature, it was summer after all. Her dark honey eyes looked around, trying to see where her taller friend, or suitor as her girl friend would verse.

Soon, a familiar blonde hair with white earphones came into view. He was wearing a casual attire. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with converse. It wasn't anything special but it sure did leave an impact to the shorter female. "Hey there Kei~" She said as the male was in front of her. She waved at him as she said that. She continued to look up to maintain eye contact. Her companion, Tsukkishima Kei, is about a ruler and 10 cm taller than her. So, just to see his face, she has to look up, not that she mind.

"Hello there little Plum," He said with a small smile. His face reverted back to its stotic and scowl face. His taller stature made the female look extra small, it was cute. "Awww, that's cute Kei! You have a new nick name instead of just Amore~" She said as she smiled brightly. Tsukkishima rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "It's easier distinguish between you and your sister, idiot," He said as he patted her head. This lead the shorter girl to chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," She replied as she grabbed his wrist. "Let's go~" She said as she skipped happily. The taller male was surprised at her strength and ability to drag his body with her. He was about to say something but the female seemed uninterested. He merely chuckled to himself as he found this cute. He continued to look at the girl as they walked. But then realized that she is going the wrong way. "Do you even know where we are going?" He teased as he tried to stop the girl from dragging him.

"Oh shot- I have no idea where we are going. Good thing I just walked straight-" Amorette said as she face palmed. Tsukkishima then chuckled and shook his head. "I should put you on a leash. You always get lost, you broken GPS~" He said as he teased further. "I may be a broken GSP but I walked straight into your heart, now haven't I?" She said as she winked at him. This lead to Tsukki blushing a bit and looked away. "Kind of bold of you to assume you just walked straight in. You got lost a long the way," He said as he then started walking to the right direction. The shorter girl then chuckled and walked beside him.

"You are sweeter than what most people think," She started. "You're like that dessert I both love and hate. It has a sour outside with a hint of salt but a very sweet then soft inside," She then ended. "And you are like a clown, just like that gremlin," He then replied. "Pfft, you ain't wrong, Kei but I'm a whole circus!" She then said. They then walked in silence. The stars sparkle and the moon appeared. It was a really pretty night. Tsukki's hand that was facing the shorter girl was out while the other was in his pocket. Amorette saw his hand and took it in hers. This surprised the taller but continued walking.

"I swear Sho is amazing but he can be annoying," The girl said as she then started skipping. "Like he is so cute! How can someone be so adorable?" She added as she squealed. "His orange hair and brown eyes. He is just so yes~" She stated. As she continued on, she didn't notice that she was hurting the taller male. "Or maybe Ushijima! Ushi is just so strong and hot. Like woah! The way he spikes the ball, you can clearly see how much he trained. That passion~" She said. "Ushijima is hot but then there's also Akaashi or Kuroo," She added. She continued to ramble on the different guys she found interesting. And that includes him but he was jealous on how she has this long list. Soon enough, they reached the destination.

It was a hill with flowers here and there. "This is amazing!" She said as her eyes sparkled. Tsukkishima chuckled and shook his head. He then felt her hand let go and she started walking away. Maybe it signifies that she'll always be with him but one day she'll just walk away. He looked at where she was going. He looked her as she walked. She was looking at the sky as she stood in the midst of flowers. He admired her as she stood there. "You know, sometimes, I wonder if you actually given me a chance cause I do or it was because of pity," Tsukki said as he chuckled sadly.

"Hmm?" The girl said as she turned. Her eyes widen as she saw that his eyes were quite glossy. This made her heart clench and her smile disappeared. "You always talk about the others. All your attention to them. And I still wonder on how much of an idiot I am for falling for you," He then said. This lead to the shorter girl to look away and sat down. She was still facing Tsukkishima but she didn't maintain eye contact."Yamaguchi always told me that you said you liked me. Then why not act like it, airhead?" He continued. "You always have your doe eyes looking at the others. When you have a perfectly capable suitor right here, idiot." He said as he glared softly. A few tears stray away from his eyes and he looked away.

The two of them then sat in an uncomfortable silence. The tension was so thick that you can cut it with a knife. But it was then cut off but a sob. Tsukkishima's eyes widen, it was Amorette who was crying. He should've known that she would burst into tears. She was a small and sensitive soul. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," She said as she wiped her tears. She looked up to Tsukkishima to have eye contact, she then stood up and looked away. "I didn't mean to..." She said softly. "It's just that you act so cold and I don't know anymore," She said as she choked on her words. "I don't know what to feel anymore," She said as she turned away from him. She didn't want Tsukki to see her in this state. As much as she loves her surroundings, she just had to explode that day.

Unexpectedly, Tsukki hugged the shorter girl from the behind. Instinctively, Amorette turned around and bury her face on his chest. "I'm sorry," She chanted over and over again. "Just give us a chance, please?" Tsukki then said. This surprised the shorter girl but she nodded. Her response surprised the taller but he decided to tease her. "What was that? Did you just turn me down? Well, I guess you do have a lot of other men in your disposal," He teased. "I said yes you stupid blind French fry," She then replied. "It isn't my fault you are so short that I can't see you," He then said. "Whatever," She then replied as she nuzzled her head on his body.

"Ah, dammit, I forgot about Yamaguchi and that gremlin," Tsukki then said. Amorette's eyes widen and immediately detached herself from Tsukki. "Audrie is going to kill both you and me!" She said. "Wait, I thought it would only just be us?" She asked as she then looked at him. "You dragged me before I was able to tell you then you started ranting. You really are a goldfish and a chatterbox," He said as he snickered. "And you still fell for this idiot. Now shut up and let's go before we get in even more trouble," She said as she wiped her tears. Her eyes were red but since she didn't cry that much, she didn't look that bad. They then started their journey back to his house, hand in hand.

#self ship #anime #fanfic #fiction #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu x self insert

[elizabethrobertajones]

Hey 😊 What are your thoughts on not!Lucille being included in 12x15? I feel like I'm the only one (unpopular opinion coming) but I hated the way they did it? The fact that Dean ENJOYED using the bat (or at least seemed to), and was looking at it/handling it with REVERENCE creeped me out? It just drew parallels with Negan that I didn't want drawn? I mean I get that it's JDM, but Dean should never be paralleled with Negan 😭😭, it betrays who he is as a character just to get a cool reference in😭

Heya! Funnily enough I ended up in the same place, kind of. At least, being totally horrified by it, after I had a very good laugh on first impressions. I don’t think they shouldn’t have done it though because it was a great joke on first impression and then the fridge horror of it all actually works really well for me thematically with exactly what was going on in that scene ANYWAY so it was actually an incredibly clever and layered joke that I think happened to just fit in with something they were trying to tell anyway.

I actually talked out everything I had to say about it in my watching notes, so I hope you don’t mind me C&P-ing them to save time, after I already C&P’d a conversation with @mittensmorgul to save time on writing these, so really this is incredibly incredibly lazy :D Laziness squared.

Pfft some extras from the Walking Dead wander into the Bunker making obvious pop culture references. Do we even analyse that mention of Dad or do we just laugh hysterically and move on?

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Wait so that time when they seemed to have it on set they weren’t just fucking around with the baseball bat because they felt like making one but it was actually going to be in an episode oh my god

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I wonder if Mary has been watching The Walking Dead or if she hasn’t had time.

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Being distracted by Mittens:

elizabethrobertajonesWait - Sam is clean… is this meta or are we still in the pop culture reference?

mittensmorgulThe things on Dean, “ghoul, wraith, siren.”

elizabethrobertajonesyeahThey fought a SIRENWHAT HAPPENI want to know everything

mittensmorgulI DON’T KNOW?!

elizabethrobertajonesI bet if it was “back to back to back” they didn’t have time for it to be complicated

mittensmorgulI mean, DEAN fought the siren, Sam is completely clean

elizabethrobertajonesWHY IS SAM CLEAN

mittensmorgulAnd Dean’s been wearing his underpants for four daysPeople are screaming OOC

elizabethrobertajonesoh god

mittensmorgulI have no idea

elizabethrobertajonesAhahahahah  "Frodo"

mittensmorgulSort of reminded me of how he looked after he killed the stynes

elizabethrobertajonesIs that a thing

mittensmorgul:D

elizabethrobertajonesmaybe they intentionally USE those code namesmaybe Mary talked to Samwait if Mick is telling Sam where to gohas he given them “back to back to back”

mittensmorgulyes…

elizabethrobertajonesand Dean did all the killingand Sam was cleanOkay THERE’S the symbolism I was looking for :P

mittensmorguldo go on…:D

elizabethrobertajonesI am literally paused just at “Frodo” and his missing campers message so idk what happens nextbut yeah :PDean’s being used as the weapon here and Sam’s coordinatingAka trying to turn him into Ketchor Mark!DeanSam doesn’t have any blood on his hands for these huntsand they’re coming too fast for Dean to process them and work out shades of grey….

mittensmorgulYep

elizabethrobertajoneswhich means the Negan thing is probably a reference to how bloody it has all beenand not just a joke >.>

mittensmorgulnope

elizabethrobertajonesthey’re trying to turn him back into a bloody single minded hunter like Johnthis is awfulI LAUGHEDnow I feel horrible about it all :P

elizabethrobertajonesAlso Dean not being a germ freak about it all is probably a bad sign >.>

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elizabethrobertajonesOh no Sam lyingepically

mittensmorgulyep

elizabethrobertajonesreminds me of 8x01 when he tells Dean how he found Kevinbut he actually did thatDean like Purgatory DeanWait fuck that baseball bat is his purgatory weapon*slides under the table* Go away NeganThis is worse than the Eliot Ness thing

To clarify that last reference, it’s when they get to the uni campus and Sam explains in great detail how he tracked Kevin via his IP address and router and stuff, while Dean sits there unimpressed eating his first burger back from Purgatory. Despite actually being shown as the better HACKER (thanks, “Strictly into Dick” moment) Sam’s got a broader computer knowledge while Dean seems to have just intuitively picked up the software Frank and Charlie taught him better than Sam, probably because Dean learns the tools of the trade while Sam is, really broadly, more aligned with lore and research (this is a gross oversimplification for both but all these moments play into it) 

I think it was also that Dean forgot computers while he was in Purgatory and had to sort of re-learn being in the modern world and showing him not following computer babble was a good way to show how his mind was working right then… he re-learns it off-screen and within a few episodes was perfectly competent again. Dean making silly comments about computers only being good for monsters and porn also echoes that sentiment while he’s in a sort of over-hunted exhaustion because I think the point was to show him in a very particular state where all the Dean danger signs are flaring up, from not being precious about keeping his home tidy and initially rejecting the shower, to almost… tempting him with the high of killing monsters endlessly, and making him channel the darker part of himself that gets involved in killing. The attack dog imagery wasn’t spelled out for once, but Sam being completely clean showed the imbalance even before we see he’s getting all the cases…

Anyway Dean channelling Negan is awful and I haven’t even seen TWD but the meta links are brilliant even with a casual outside eye on what’s going on there, because the shadow of John is over everything all the time, and Negan is like… a worst case scenario or something, a way to really explore the idea of John as the boogeyman he is in the narrative because there’s a fresh reminder out there of Negan being like… a pop culture renowned worst villain ever contender because he’s really horrifying people and making big pop culture waves as far as I can tell sitting over here really not caring what JDM or TWD are up to and hearing all about it from multiple sources anyway :P I was wondering if they’d sneak a reference in but that was extremely blatant. It would be for someone who’s actually watched TWD to comment in-depth, but anyway linking John and Negan in the narrative is CLEARLY pulling pop culture strings to make a point, and one that works in the story… 

Not to say John was that bad, but to remind us that he was a dark, ruthless hunter, for example in 2x03 he was compared to Gordon, and we’ve always known he was falling out with mainstream hunters, and clearly with a black and white revenge-y approach to monsters that would fit well with the BMoL’s goals. He instilled “saving people, hunting things” in Dean (who passed it onto Sam) but 1x01 and 1x02 are a lot about taking up the mantle of that job because John’s moved on, abandoning everything to do with working regular cases and saving people, to work on the revenge mission. It’s clear that Dean especially in season 1 and both of them in general are much more focused on saving people, and Sam in 1x22 has his huge moment at the end of picking family over revenge, after which in 2x02 he clearly gets onto the same path Dean was on in 1x02 of focusing on the job and saving people… Anyway that’s all in contrast of what we learn about John while he’s around, which is mostly that he’s running around doing plot stuff and throwing cases their way to deal with, and not behaving as a regular hunter who’d work those cases himself. He’s on a quest to get revenge where that darkness has consumed him, and we see all season through Sam, what that means with the danger it could consume him too, until Sam rejects it at the last moment. But in many cases revenge makes Sam reckless and impatient and he leaves or argues with Dean about why they’re following orders and working regular cases, so if you parallel them together, you see through Sam that John had no interest in “saving people hunting things” any more, and that it had probably only been something he did on the side to his revenge mission anyway, emotionally. Like, he starts the family business, but out of necessity, while his sons are raised in it and as a life, changing the way they relate to saving people…

Sorry, this is really rambly but I get the feeling no one ever reads my long rewatches where I write very long essays about this sort of thing, so I’m trying to summarise in a few paragraphs something I’ve written like maybe 100k words on at least after wandering through season 1 and 2 getting really invested in the early Winchester family drama :P

Anyway! tl;dr John is still haunting them, especially when Dean is in a bad way, ESPECIALLY when he’s being made to prioritise “hunting things” over “saving people” because there’s a REALLY fragile balance and Dean only functions well when he’s over on the “saving people” side, and if he’s not, angst follows :P Even just being made to hunt monsters non-stop immediately wears down on Dean’s humanity, and so you get a parallel like this, and to Purgatory, Mark!Dean, and generally showing all sorts of the good parts of Dean stripped away. >.> I think it’s a warning we should be WORRIED about Dean, NOT a direct comparison between Dean and Negan, especially as he makes the comparison himself between John and not!Lucile, and therefore the parallel is between John and Negan, and Dean’s just caught up in that as an incidental part of his characterisation, but probably isn’t going to go around braining people willy nilly.

#Asks #12x15 #if you're curious it's the 'weird rewatching' tag - sort if by chrono/page 2 and start from the start XD #Dean analysis

[fateinthestars]

Right then! Time for the first of two White Day Special Stories posts. (Yeah I'm a day late, sorry).

This entry contains:

'Secret Blessings from the Gods: Punishments' and 'Secret Blessings from the Gods: Wishes'

These two sets contain stories for: Scorpio, Dui, Ichthys, Leon, Teorus, and Huedhaut.

Spoilers under cut.

Secret Blessing from the Gods: Punishments

Scorpio: A Handmade Message from a God

Poor Scorpio. When he tries to be really sweet it seems like things tend to go wrong. Though he also needs to use his words more rather than making MC think he's angry. That said he really tries to go out of his comfort zone for MC. Scorpio's sooo sweet, and everything works out in the end at least.

Dui: An Album of Memories

Dui is just so sweet and this making a photo album is such a lovely touching story... at least to start with. I'm glad they didn't actually lose the photos but geez the other Gods pfft. Though it's nice to see Dui is just so overwhelmingly happy he doesn't even care about the Gods antics. In fact he's the one winding Scorpio up for once.

Ichthys: All About Sweets. All About You.

Oh the gift Ichthys gives MC in this one is wonderous I just wanna go spend all day there.

But, Ichthys, please... if there's one God who should be careful about tiring themselves out by overusing powers on earth it's you sweetheart.

I adore all of this story from the chaos in the mall to the white day present. Even Ichthys' brief dizzy spell gives a nice sense of I guess closeness to him and MC.

Secret Blessing from the Gods: Wishes

Leon: A More Romantic, Dramatic Love

Oh. Oh dear. This is a mess. It's nice to see the other Gods being reassuring for once... (well mostly, though I know Ichthys was trying to be light-hearted. Thanks for stopping him from making it worse though, Dui). Leon's present and how he managed to know about the things he says and does is really sweet but poor MC is in a massive panic here.

Teorus: From the Most Beautiful Man in the World

Those of you who have read my previous rambles are probably waiting with abated breath with concern that I'm gonna talk about another Teo story, right? Well you shouldn't be so worried! I absolutely adore this Teorus story. In fact it's my favourite of all the stories set in his own path.

His actions and words here are all just so caring and loving and for once it just feels like a nice proper connection between him and MC. He notices something up at the restaurant and later when the issue is revealed his words are exactly the reassurance MC needs.

The conflict for once doesn't come from possessiveness or jealousy but from a magazine survey getting into MC's head about looks.

This is the story I have to remind myself about whenever I write Teorus/MC fics (which I know hasn't been often cos as I've said before my mind regarding Teo is all over the place).

For that matter the message here is important too. This is my top tier Teo story but it might be one of my favourites in general.

Although, talking of top tier...

Huedhaut: An Enchanting Cocktail

Oh Hue. I'm laughing so hard still at his talk about White Day, how it's a Japanese invention, and about consumerism.

Everything here is just so wonderful and loving but it is absolutely typical that they both plan something for after the main date. Like the universe always throws a spanner into Hue and MC's plans.

However it's also clearly their fate binding them together again as both their gifts contain a reference to the Aquarius constellation.

Alsothough, Hue? Magic in a drink that'll grant a wish if you wish exactly on midnight? Hue you're a Wishes God 😂 Why the rush with the time? It was just for flair wasn't it?

Still... 🥰

Okay, ranking attempt? Do I have to? These are all pretty amazing (yes even Leon's, though it's far more tense and angsty than the others here. It's not the light hearted White Day thing you'd might expect.) Ugh... well here goes:

Ichthys

Teorus

Huedhaut

Dui

Scorpio

Leon

But seriously ask me again in a moment and I'll probably rearrange all of these - and where Leon's comes depends on how I'm judging these. As a story idea it's actually pretty strong but all the others here give you a warm feeling, and Teo's works more because it isn't related to relationship concerns.

#scm #star crossed myth #scm ramble #star crossed myth spoilers #star crossed myth character review/rambling #scm ichthys #scm teorus #scm huedhaut #scm dui #scm scorpio #scm leon

[sweet-rabbit]

Hello! I'm new to the Voltron fandom! Could you explain to me how the Lotor and Lance ship came to be? I'm not complaining! Just wonder of this is something from the original show or something the fans picked up, or??? o:

*cracks knuckles and stuffs valentines dunkin donuts in mouth*

LET’S DO THIS! Move aside, Fandom Grandma steppin’ in here…

First and foremost welcome to the fandom~ Careful where you step, it can be a bit “sensitive” but I assure you that if you just filter the bad out it’s a GREAT place to be, I say this from experience. :D

Second, I can’t speak on behalf of the entire shipping community for lancelot/lantor/whatever but I can definitely speak on MY feelings in regards to it and why I find it appealing, as well as why I’ve been shipping this since season 1 first came out, like WOW. I got it baaaaad.

Background: So I mentioned in my comic post that I’ve watched the original voltron when it re-aired in the mid 90′s, so I was roughly 6 years old. Awesome afternoon, that and Sailor Moon was the BEST. No other shows then had girls fighting evil much less piloting a giant robot lion, like HOLY SHIT. And Lotor? Yeah, Lotor was the main villain I remembered. Haggar I remembered because she had a cat, but I seriously forgot that Zarkon was the official Big Bad. Dude waltzed around in a freakin’ crown and jewels, it was embarrassing and I couldn’t take him seriously. Good job VLD on Zarkon, way more imposing. :3c

So y’all are reading that correctly, right? I was SIX and I found Lotor to be an awesome villain. I was 100% aware that what he was doing was horrible, but I knew that whenever he was in an episode SHIT WAS ABOUT TO GO DOWN AND IT WOULD BE SO FREAKIN’ COOL!!! KICK HIS ASS VOLTRON, YEAH!!! Because, yeah, I like plot and conflict in my media, it’s quite a concept that I highly recommend. And yeah, sometimes that can be on the dark side but hey, that stuff ain’t a new thing when it comes to literature by any stretch of the imagination so I have faith in humanity.

CUT TO TODAY. Why was I so quick to not only jump on but attempt to try to start the lancelotor train (seriously I have a fic with this pairing started last november :P)? Quite simply, Lotor is a great plot device. He’s a VILLAIN, he’s going to come in and shake shit up, I look forward to it. And Lance? He’s my fandom bicycle, so OF COURSE I’m going to put him in Allura’s original position of “Lotor’s creepy obsession.” Again, I also ship Klance as a main ship (I’m meh on having OTP’s, they change all the time i can’t keep up), so it works great to have that little switch up happen since Lotor and Keith were rivals in the original.

You can also stretch it in that Allura piloted the Blue Lion in the original (Lance piloted Red… yet wore the blue suit, it made no sense and pissed my little self off to no end) so you could just say that Lotor has an obsession with specifically whoever pilots the blue lion for whatever reason. You want to keep his Oedipus Complex? Just say his mother was the original Blue Paladin, there’s his Altean-ness half right there possibly, and BAM you got yourself some lance/lotor conflict! And there WERE a few… interesting interactions with lance and lotor in the original, I can’t remember which episode but it was “stimulating” to say the least how Lotor was reacting to Lance as opposed to how he would Keith.

In regards to what we are currently working with, Lance has a lot of plot set up for himself going on. I personally theorize that next season will focus more on him in that season 1 had a focus on Pidge and 2 was Keith, so Lance at this time makes sense for focus in 3. His personal self doubt, his issues with Keith, and the tiny fact that WE DON’T KNOW WHAT QUALIFIES HIM AS THE BLUE PALADIN IT’S KILLING ME!!! Seriously, I was raised on murder mysteries and thus know when a show is pointing to an important plot point and when that happened in episode 1 I was like OH SHIT OH SHIT MAH BOI IS GONNA BE IMPORTANT!!! Anyway~ Yes, so then we also have Lotor coming in who is The Biggest Douche in the Universe

I will say that I am surprised by the amount of people making Lotor… nice? Like, I at the moment am not sold on the idea of a Zuko 2.0 since I love Villian Lotor way too much and so when Nice Lotor is written it’s just boring since we don’t have an idea for his character in VLD but yeah, I don’t care y’all you do what you love and I’ll support it…! I need to stop talking I’m at the rambling point. Basically, I just have A LOT to say about Lotor, clearly.

Summary: I see Lotor as a plot device for dark fic/humor and love to pair Lance with EVERYBODY… I also can’t spell “villain” correctly, huh.

#lancelot #Anonymous #long post #didn't think i'd talk so much about this but you learn something new about yourself everyday

[fateinthestars]

Well at a lack of anything else that I have to post right now, have some more thoughts/review/rambling on some of the Star Crossed Myth extra content.

In this case let's go for Heavenly Pleasures: Wishes and Heavenly Pleasures: Punishments.

It gives me a chance to talk a bit more about all twelve and it's one of the few pieces of extra story that's available as DLC for the Switch version of the game.

Spoilers under cut.

First off I find it interesting how though the prologue is them wanting to prove they have hospitality skills to MC after she has helped out with a Wishes matter (Punishments butted in on the argument) that some of these seem clearly like MC is already dating them, others aren't, and some are sort of either way. I guess there could be a timeline where MC has a reverse harem pfft.

Um... where was I? Oh yes, the DLC

Heavenly Pleasures: Wishes

Leon: Bath Time Entertainment

Well this I guess is what I'd expect from him. Hospitality? Not really. A skill? Only in so much as he can do this to MC without his power. I don't particularly have anything to say about Leon's part in this.

It's just Leon, but with the baths instead of his room.

Teorus: Melt in your Mouth Sweetness

Well at least here you get the ultra-sweet but rather flirtatious Teo rather than the pouting over-possessive moron. A few of them picked food though and whilst Teo's isn't the worst hospitality wise, he is a bit over enthusiastic. And everything contains milk because of course it does.

Huedhaut: Payback is a Decadent Kiss

Now Hue's is hospitality. He might call himself a fuddy-duddy during this but he actually has thought about things and knows what he's doing. Mostly cos he's researched it first of course. That said he wasn't also going to go fully by the book, making sure it did have a very personal touch.

This is absolutely brimming with his usual sarcasm as well though.

Karno: Seduced by Japanese Charms

Karno trying to learn more about the Earth and apply it is always such a sweet ride and in this one he really is trying.

It does raise something though: They can snap their fingers to change clothes and yet in this Karno was struggling to put a Kimono on because he hadn't got used to how exactly you do that. Which seems to suggest they can only summon clothes onto them if they already know how to do it in the first place.

That must cause Tauxolouve a bit of trouble.

Aigonorus: My Favourite Pillow

You know I was saying some were before any dating? Well in this one it's implied she's barely even spoken to Aigo before.

I love the sweet calmness of this one. It's complete fluff because it's Aigo but it's still sweet.

That said I'm more interested in other little details that this raises: Like the particular pillow this is about being bought by Teo. It's nice to have a little snippet into what their relationship with each other is like, as I feel Aigo isn't really shown that deeply in regards to friendships/rivalries between him and the other Gods. We know he's Leon's best friend and Tauxolouve seems to be the one who stops him getting into trouble, but there's not so much about the others here.

Kind of amusing how Aigo doesn't actually have any entertainment/hospitality ideas and yet accidentally gives one of the nicer stories, for me at least.

Tauxolouve: A Private Evening for Two Special

Oh dear Lou. I think you misjudged this completely. At least you fixed it in the end but... that wasn't very hospitable of you at all.

I feel like Lou's could have been a bit different. It's not even that the nightclub itself was the issue.

That said, maybe he was unsure what to do as again this is one before MC really knows him, and the later part of the evening feels more Tauxolouve to me.

Heavenly Pleasures: Punishments

Scorpio: A Clumsy Form of Kindness

Pfft. Oh dear. Poor Scorpio. He's really trying. I don't know what possessed him to try this form of hospitality other than it being the one highlighted in a magazine.

And yet... somehow I still find this quite sweet. Maybe it's the rabbit apples.

Dui: Two Sorts of Kisses

Hah. Hahaha. Whilst Scorpio is too hostile, Dui's too damn intimate. I don't think the tea really had any part in this.

Dui's clingy but I still find him rather endearing.

Ichthys: Unexpected Entanglements

This is one of the ones where I can kind of see it working either as MC with him already or not because it has hugging and sweetness but it's not obviously definitely like a lot of the others.

Just a couple of things Ikky: How exactly do you a) fit an entire maze in your room, and b) If you summoned it, how did you do it in such a way that you don't know where the exit is either? How does that work? Randomly moving it so many times until you forget? Ask someone else to summon the exit? You've raised a lot of questions in my mind with this!

Zyglavis: An Intimate Etiquette Lesson

So for your hospitality show off Zig, you decide to take MC, a Japanese woman, to the dining room in the heavens, in an outfit that you say is for a dress code, aware that heaven food might not suit her palate so well so you opt for Earth food… specifically Earth food that makes up French Fine Dining?! Zig, love, I know you're trying and you do have more decorum than most of the others but… are you sure you thought this one through?

This one really does emit a tense and awkward atmosphere for a lot of it. Poor Zig is actually one of the ones that does proper hospitality but my word, please, relax.

And please stop hovering, never mind MC, you're making me nervous.

(You probably can't tell from the comments above that I actually adore this one. Somehow it's just so Zyglavis)

Krioff: Out in Nature with You

Hey, they gave Krioff something interesting! Well that makes a change at least.

And yet... I'm still struggling for things to say (sorry Krioff). This is a sweet one though.

Partheno: The Gift of Ultimate Beauty

Okay they went to the more nsfw side of the game with Karno, Teo, Dui, and definitely Leon, but oddly enough they didn't go that way with Partheno.

This is actually more about the skills and hospitality they all said they could provide.

Massages and makeup. Yes.

If I was to put these in the order of how much I think they succeeded with their hospitality/showing off their skills, I think it would probably be:

Huedhaut

Partheno

Karno

Teorus

Krioff

Dui

Scorpio (at least he's trying!)

Zyglavis (if you'd been more gentle you could have been a lot higher up but you were so focussed on the etiquette rules you weren't paying attention to how uncomfortable MC was!)

Ichthys (It might be more like a date and not really hospitality in any sense, but it's definitely showing Ichthys' skills... though he did get carried away)

Aigonorus (accidental calm discussions and pillow presents is still better than the two below you

Leon (If MC hadn't mentioned spas you were absolutely no different to normal you rabid lion!)

Tauxolouve (Don't damn well leave MCs side when you're in the middle of a nightclub in the heavens! It might be a place where they don't care about people's backgrounds but what the actual fuck did you think you were doing?)

If I put them in the order I enjoyed the stories themselves, we'd probably get something more like:

Huedhaut

Ichthys

Aigonorus

Karno

Zyglavis

Dui

Scorpio

Krioff

Partheno

Tauxolouve (at least you fixed your mistake)

Teorus

Leon

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[fateinthestars]

Okay well a certain God is currently sulking because of how my reviews of his stories have been recently, so let's do the final Christmas special story set whilst I wait for him to calm down so I can actually write his second advent calendar fic (No, Partheno, I don't need your help to cheer him up! I'm keeping those T rated so don't even ask..)

Nonsense aside, it is indeed time for another review/rambling post.

This time it's the turn of: 'Captivated by 12 Temptations on a Holy Night'

Yup that's right, this is another set with all twelve Gods. However, these are just short one episode things (though they are introduced by a prologue), the '12 Loves Light Up a Holy Night' sets I covered yesterday have a prologue and three chapters each.

But length isn't always everything so... what does this set have to offer?

Spoilers under cut.

Captivated by 12 Temptations on a Holy Night

I really can't work out whether the prologue is a dream like the King implied or not. Either way it's really funny seeing all the Gods different attempts at trying to make MC spend time with them.

They're all in a really flirtatious mood actually... you know what I don't think this is a dream (the actual story part after you've selected MC's boyfriend don't even mention that any more), I think the King is just messing with everyone again.

Before I get to the specific stories, I just have to share this because 🤣:-

Ahem, right then, let's talk about the actual stories now shall we? Although... this set is going to be hard to talk about without spoiling stuff... hmm... let's see how this goes...

Leon: Awwwwww. This is just really sweet. As sweet as the cake they are standing on.

Scorpio: Pfft. Stop denying that you did that for MC you big softy. Also I love how Scorpio is always talking about implied meanings of certain things.

Teorus: Yay, sweet romantic, but maybe a little bit teasing... this is the Teo I'm happy to spend time with.

Dui: Most of this set is a wonderful glimpse at a very alluring and sweet Christmas... and then there's Duis and I'm so pissed off. It's a nice call back to the ice skating part of their other Christmas story but the teasing and the way MC's snapping back also makes him seem genuinely upset kinda seems... off somehow. I think the problem is Dui promising he won't let go of her hand and then that fall happening. This doesn't feel a case of his two personalities, I don't think either would act quite like this!

Huedhaut: Dammit Hue, that teasing 😂 (Also lol Aigo, you've a purer mind than the others). Still I kind of feel sorry for him even thinking for a bit that MC was actually still angry with him... as to the rest of this it's really sweet, but now I'm thinking of his promise of infinity story again... ow...

Ichthys: Ohhh this is just such a magical wonderland and so Ichthys.

Karno: Pfft the candles... Karno you utter romantic...

Zyglavis: Everyone else teleports themselves and MC elsewhere, but you just had to make a show of it and make everyone else disappear, and not just all at once didn't you? 🤣 ... I want these ornaments. This was so sweet, Zig.

Aigonorus: Oh Aigo you utter sweetheart.

Krioff: Aww Krioff is just so thoughtful.

Tauxolouve: Oh Lou, of course it wasn't a disaster. Your gift is thoughtful and handmade and... *melts*

Partheno: Yup this is definitely a Partheno story. Though it's MC's own fault for phrasing her gift in that manner in the first place. I'm so amused at the reactions from the others here.

Okay then, ranking attempt time:

Ichthys

Tauxolouve

Zyglavis

Leon

Huedhaut

Aigonorus

Scorpio

Karno

Partheno

Krioff

Teorus

Dui

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