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landhoesnorris · 2 years

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My Comfort - Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Sex

A/N: This is probably the softest shit I’ve ever wrote beware. It’s written as a part 2 to Practice Makes Perfect but can be read alone.

Lando was pacing back and forth in his drivers room making you feel rather nauseous. 16th. 16th was where he ended the first race, not only was he out of the points but behind his teammate too. You couldn’t take anymore of his pacing so you stood up stopping him in his tracks. “We’re shit, we’ve gone to complete shit and I’ve got another 4 years of this.” He was more so talking to himself rather than you. Although you too knew that the car had taken a massive fall from where it was last year, the new regs proving difficult for the team to master. Your hands softly landed on his chest trying to help steady his breathing. “It’s only been one race Lan, give it time.” His hands grabbed yours his head falling back letting out a deep sigh. “I know it’s just…” His voice trailed off getting softer before continuing, “This was meant to be my year, last year I proved to everyone I was a contender, and this year I was meant to finally get my win.” His head hung low at the sting his own words caused him, the thought of a win seemingly slipping out of reach. “Hey, look at me.” Your hands cupped his face, forcing his head up so he was looking you in the eyes. “I don’t want to hear any more negativity from you, just wait it out, that win is coming your way.” You slipped your hands round his waist pulling him into a hug the pair of you standing in comfortable silence.

You had no clue how it had happened but the next thing you knew you were waking up in Lando’s arms, both laying on the couch in his room, having no recollection of moving there at all. When you opened your eyes Lando was already awake looking at you. “You’re staring by the way.” You told him with a light giggle. “You know, I’m trying to hold back from saying the cheesiest line in the world right now?” You moved to lean up so you could look at him properly, studying his face. No matter how often you told yourself you could resist him the pair of you were like magnets always drawn back to one another. He brought a hand up tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look really pretty right now. Like really really pretty.” You could instantly feel the heat rushing to your cheeks turning them a deep shade of red, quickly you buried your face in his neck trying to conceal it from him. He let you lay there for a moment before speaking again. “We should go.” His words came as a shock to you, somewhat sure that his compliments were just some ploy to get you undressed. You sat up, looking down at him. Before you could move to stand his hands came to grip your thighs stopping you. “I mean I think everyone else has gone to the hotel already and it’s getting late.” He spoke as fast as the words would let him, seeing the shift in your demeanour he didn’t want you to think he wasn’t enjoying his time with you. “Yeh you’re right we should go.” You agreed, in all honesty you had been so caught up with Lando that you hadn’t even noticed that it was already dark outside. You both exited the garage and made the short walk through the paddock to his car. He made sure to get to your door first so he could open it for you, you slipping in as he did. The journey was quite the only noise being the faint sound of the engine and the light music coming from the radio. You were staring out the window whilst Lando stayed focused on the road ahead of him. Around halfway through the journey however his hand came to rest on your thigh giving a light squeeze as it did. You tried your best not to react however you could feel the goosebumps cover your skin at his touch. It didn’t take long till you reached the hotel you were staying at Lando parking the car in the underground car park to avoid being noticed. You both kept your silence as you exited the car and made your way to the lifts. You were both staying on the same floor, right next to each other, so only one button needed to be pressed.

The silence progressed the entirety of the lift journey and the walk along the hotel corridor until you reached Lando’s room where he broke the silence. “You can come in if you want?” He turned to face you leaning up against the door, yet not brave enough to actually look at you in fear of your answer. Instead his eyes were trained on the key card that he was playing with in his hand. It was a boundary that you’d both crossed numerous times however this time it felt different, as though if you stepped through that door you were committing to a lot more than just casual sex. The air around you both was thick both with desire and tension. You didn’t say anything in response to him, instead you closed the gap between you both. Taking the room key from his hand you opened the door grabbing his hand to lead you both into his room. As soon as the door shut behind you the tension that was there previously seemed to fade, Lando actually looking at you properly for the first time since leaving the track. “Thank you.” You looked at him quizzically his words catching you off guard. “Why are you thanking me, haven’t even done anything yet.” You slightly laughed in response to him. “You have, you always know how to talk me down when I’m getting worked up, you’re my comfort, you know, I really like having you around at race weekends, it makes me feel safe.” As soon as the words left his mouth the blush that had graced your cheeks previously was making a return.

This time it was Lando who was closing the gap between the pair of you, his lips finding yours the second he had. The kiss started off slow, his hands cupping your face at either side making sure the kiss didn’t break as he started walking you backwards towards the bed. As soon as the pair of you reached the bed he turned you both around before sitting down dragging you down to straddle his lap. You could already feel his predominant bulge in his jeans, both of you releasing a moan into each other’s mouths as you ground yourself down onto it. His hands quickly made their way from your face to your hips, helping guide them to continue their movements. You pulled back from him, your hands coming down between you to unbutton his jeans. As you were working on his jeans he was leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and down your chest as he was undoing the buttons of your blouse. You quickly stood up from him just long enough for you to remove your blouse, skirt and panties and for him to remove his jeans, boxers and hoodie. As soon as you were both undressed he pulled you back to him, flipping you over on the bed so your back was pressed to the mattress. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good your body is.” He told you as he trailed his hand down your body. Lando was never short on praise for you, always making you feel completely comfortable in his company. He hitched your leg over his hip before lining himself up and thrusting into you. His thrusts were slow, both of you more interested in savouring every second of the pleasure than rushing through it to reach your highs.

You laced your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips back to meet yours. The kiss matching the rhythm of his strokes. However it didn’t last long before he was pulling back, quiet moans slipping from his lips as he came closer to his high with each thrust into you. You were staring up at him in awe, the way his mouth hung open as his moans filled your ears was nothing short of true beauty. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” He let out breathily. “Cum in me.” Your words switched something inside him, his hips setting a ruthless pace, wanting nothing more than to grant you your desire as soon as he possibly could. You too were nearing your release and his change in pace was getting you there even quicker. Your eyes rolled back, as your back arching off the mattress. “Shit, look so fucking pretty.” Even with the anticipation of his imminent release he couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate how good you looked beneath him. He was broken away from his thoughts as he felt your walls tighten around him. It only took a few more thrusts until you were both reaching your highs simultaneously. He continued his thrusts, although now a lot more sloppily, until you were both through your highs before pulling out and his body collapsing beside yours one of his legs draping over you.

“You’re staring again.” You turned to him with a slight smirk on your lips. You were right he was he wasn’t even trying to hide it, his head resting against his hand holding him up to get a good view. “Not my fault I’ve got the most gorgeous view right in front of me, only a blind man wouldn’t stare. And even then I still think he might.” He let out a chuckle at his words. That all so present blush making yet another appearance on your cheeks. “I guess the views not so bad from where I’m laying either.” You brought a hand up to run your fingers through his curls, leaning up to kiss him.

#formula 1 smut #formula 1 imagine #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #f1 smut #f1 imagine

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theficplug · 3 years

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ll 𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ll

Yahya x Black Reader

{a little malcolm & marie loosely, not so loosely inspired fic and after seeing a few things from Yahya. I’ve decided to write this.}

Warnings: none, i think ? possible tw: the brief mention of abandonment issues

Yahya was already padding through your shared cozy modern loft.

His “good shoes'' as he calls them, long forgotten by the welcome mat.

He headed straight to the kitchen to reheat leftovers from the Valentine's Day dinner you prepared for him last night.

“Hors d'oeuvres weren't cutting it baby. And it was dry as hell.” he says jokingly as he turns on the Alexa.

All Night by Beyonce plays softly in the background.

“What’s with you? You’ve barely said two words since we’ve gotten back from the event. You mad?” he asks slinging the blazer over the counter and kicking back against it.

"I'm not angry Yahya. I want to take this tight ass dress off, have a warm shower , and go to bed. Can I do that in peace? " You say to him as you kick off the heels and make your way to the bedroom.

He was right on your trails as he followed you in and crossed his arms.

“You looked beautiful tonight. Look at you.” he compliments

The day of love was supposed to be just that but it felt like it was veering towards the opposite end of the spectrum. You take off your ears placing them in the jewelry holder carefully before sighing and kicking off your heels next.

Yahya reassured you that he’d be home for Valentines Day but instead chose to take the last minute wrap dinner with his castmates and talk with the producers of his current project to secure the role on the next.

You were more than happy for your man after busting his ass and finally securing a major role in the reboot of Candy Man and the newest male lead in his upcoming show. You truly were but it seemed as though for a while now he held no space for you in his chaotic world.

You could feel Yahya eyeing you down as you silently, apart from the occasional huffing and puffy or mumbling little words to yourself.

Yahya stands in the doorway of your bedroom watching you angrily snatch the clothes from the floor and set them aside before unzipping your dress.

He frowns for a second before loosening his tie and contemplating walking over to you and helping you. After unzipping your cherry coloured silk gown the rest of the way his hands caresses slowly from your hips to your back, up your arms and finally settle on your shoulders. Yahya moves your hair curls to the side for a second placing soft kisses on to your neck.

His hands already pulling at the end of your dress to your waist letting his hands wander

He gazes at you for a moment noticing that the stoic expression is still etched across your face.

"So you just gon’ be silent with me the whole night? No congratulatory kisses for your man."

“For.” kiss. “Your.” kiss. “Man.” kiss.

He whispers again against your neck and you move his hands off of you gently.

"What’s up with you?" He asks again this time his voice laced with confusion as he tries to figure out why you've been acting this way since you left the event and the restaurant.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm just tired. I ended up working all day yesterday since you didn’t come home and now I just want to relax and sleep." You reply before stripping down to just your stockings and grabbing your shower gels and caddy.

"How am I supposed to fix whatever is going on here if you're going to act like this? What's wrong with you?" He asks again this time a little more concerned with the way you brushed him off.

"What's wrong with me? Hmmm, Let's see, I've had to take care of our home and its repairs by myself for the past 8 months. I feel like I’m in a relationship by myself most days. And my fiance drives me to yet another fucking cast dinner . Where he fails to put his castmate in her place when she was clearly flirting with him right in front of his fiancee." You unload and Yahya whips his head around at you to process all of your words.

He cocks his head to the side before scoffing at your accusations.

"So, instead of telling me how you felt you’d rather fucking explode on me on tonight of all nights. When I’ve just landed a record breaking 6 season extension and approval from Netflix. Who basically has the film industry by it’s balls right now. I’m not a mind reader. Baby, I didn’t know that she was going to say all of that. I was trying to be professional and let her make a fool of herself all on her own." He replies and you walk in the bathroom to put all of your things on the counter.

“Oh, I picked you because I knew we would drive the fans absolutely freaking wild. You know we’re just hot and have that chemistry on and off camera to make it you know like, work. Love scenes are easy to portray when you’ve got a man like Yah as your scene partner.” you mock her nasally and obnoxious tone as you pucker your lips mimicking her stiff lip fillers.

"You never do Yahya. Nothing’s ever your fault! The waitress that asked if you could bench press her. The random woman holding onto your arm at the “celebratory dinner” in Denmark. I saw the pictures. You can have your head tossed back laughing hysterically with her but you can't even pick up the phone and see how your fiancee is holding up in the first winter without you here.``

"That’s not fair. It was dinner. The director’s daughter. A dinner that he attended too. What do you want me to say? "No I'll sit this one out because my girl doesn't want me to talk to other people because she still hasn't learned to deal with her insecurities and projects them onto everything I do"." he retorts and you stare him in the eye before tears well in yours.

The silence falls over both of you as you stare him down. He was really standing here bringing out things you've told him during past pillow talks.

You stare at each other in the mirror and he immediately wraps his arms around you to apologize and kiss all over your shoulder and face.

"No, You tell them that I can count on one hand how many months out of the year we spent together last year. You tell them that my girl had to spend Christmas watching everyone else get loved on and share the holiday cheer while I got to watch you skii over facetime. You tell them my girl made a beautiful steak dinner last night and got me tickets to watch my favourite fucking team for VaIentine’s Day, but I’d rather spend it talk about an old white guy’s scripts. I thought about breaking up with you around Thanksgiving before you came home. I blamed it on the distance, you know. I just felt that way because I only ever got to see you over facetime for what seemed like an hour or 2 a day. I said that when you came home everything would be okay again. I think that I may have been wrong. There’s two people in this relationship. But I also feel as though I may be holding onto something that's just not there." you tell him before grabbing your things out of his hands and stepping into the shower.

Yahya swallowed hard and looked down at you for a moment, his jaw going slack for a second but his pride not letting him admit that he may have been in the wrong.

"You didn’t tell me none of this. When I call you and I ask you how are you feeling? You always say it’s fine , it’s fine, everything’s fine. I mean we knew the kind of lives we lived when we got on this ride together. You traveled. I traveled. We traveled together. That’s how it was until you decided that acting wasn’t for you. I’m not abandoning you bae. That’s not what’s happening here." Yahya explains as he starts his skincare routine.

You let the warm water wash over you and the coils of your hair as you peel off the lashes and let out a long sigh.

Yahyah knew that one of your things was that you didn’t want to feel like a burden or to feel like you’ve been forgotten but this rough spat felt different.

"I wanted you. I wanted you to hold me and tell me you loved me and that I looked pretty for once."

"You always look pretty though. You know that."

“Happy Anniversary, Yahya.” you say quietly and you can hear him let out a drawn out “damn it” as he washes the cleanser off his face and looks up at you through the fogged glass.

He drops his head slighly as he stands at the door before openingn it. .

“I’m going to fix all of this. I love you and I want you to know that I’m sorry. You are the last person in my life that I wanna lose or hurt. I need you to know that I’m still the one you can turn to. You’re still the one I wanna experience this life with. Your greatest joys and highs. Your sad days when you just need to be held. The days where we lay together in bed and I can hear your heartbeat. Probably the cheesiest shit you've ever heard but it's my favourite sound I mean you calling out my name is a close second but that one is my favourite.” he reassures. He relaxes against your touch when you turn to face him and wrap your arms around him.

Yahya embraces you, unphased by the fact that his shirt and pants are getting soaked.

“Now that I’m thinking about it. I’ve fallen in love with you over and over again. There’s so many layers to you. It’s everyday I’m falling in love with something new about you. Even on days like this. First time I fell in love with you. We were sitting at this coffee shop tapping your pencil against a notepad. You had Diary by Alicia Keys stuck in your head and you kept singing parts of the song to me throughout the day. You had this pretty floral pattern type of baby blue dress that fell off your shoulders. You wore your grandmother’s ring cause you said it always calms your nerves to have her there with you when you auditioned. Nobody had even heard of me before. I was going for some feature film role. At the time you were going for a recurring role on the Young & The Restless or some show like that. I remember you were reading the script and you let out a laugh. It was your laugh. The loud remedy of it curing the butterflies in my stomach. The little patch of the 4c bangs in the front, the rest of your hair slicked back into a puff. I loved the way that it framed your lil round face. The gold hoops against your deep beautiful brown skin. I liked the way you did your makeup. With the lil highlight at the tip of your nose. It made you look like a lil fairy...I proposed to you that day. After 6 months of knowing you. Baby it was you, everything about you. You were laughing at having dump iced coffee all over your scene partner’s head but I was smiling because I knew. I was like so this is what made all them oldheads sing like that in the blues songs my daddy used to play. I wanted to be in it for the long haul. And I still do. I know I got a lot of making up to do. But I want you to know that I see you. I see you and I’m going to do what I need to do to make everything more than just alright. I love you.”

You let his words soak in as he cupped your face and you nodded along to his words. After helping him strip off his drenched clothes he steps into the shower with you where you embraced him in your arms gain.

“You’ve always told me that you knew early on but you never told me. I love you too, you know. It’s just you know how I am more than anybody. I know that your dreams are finally coming true and you deserve that. I don’t want to stand in the way of that. But I still find a way to balance my work and our relationship. I just want you to meet me in the middle.” you say against his lips before capturing his plump lips in a kiss.

“I’m gonna fix it..” He reassures you in between kisses

“We’ve still got 3 hours left of our anniversary. Our record is 5. We can still try to break that” you whisper in his ear-

( i don’t know what this is lol. sorry I didn’t get any valentines posts up. i had a whole migraine and have had more low days than up in the past weeks but we keep going. i hoped you like this little, i dont know what to call it. i dont really know how to write fluff lol so here’s the angst.)

#yahya abdul mateen ii #yahya x black reader #fanfic for black girls

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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Winter Wonderland -KK

Warnings: Language, and lots and lots of fluff

Word Count: 2.6K

Tag List: @kishony-the-geek @idkmanicantenglish @unknowntoanyone @subtleappreciation

A/N: So this was my Secret Santa gift to @birdy-bat-writes, and I finally had the time to post it on here for the rest of you to see it!

Rolling to the other side of the bed, you felt for the sleeping form of your boyfriend only to find out he wasn’t there. With a groan, you slowly sat up and saw that you were in the bed alone. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you got up and slipped on a pair of slippers before slowly making your way to the kitchen.

Entering the room, you heard music blasting and saw that Kon was standing there with his back to you. No doubt he had heard you get up, the guy had super hearing. The windows were all frosted over from the cold weather outside so you could barely see out them. Taking sleepy steps, you wrapped your arms around him from behind and took in the warmth that radiated from his body.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said, placing a hand on yours that rested on his stomach.

“Morning.” You mumbled, nuzzling into his back. “Why are you up so early?”

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” He smiled, turning ever so slightly to look down at you.

Kon had the biggest smile on his face, your hair was a mess, and sleep still present in your beautiful eyes. But his favorite thing was that you were in one of his shirts, he was so big that it went down to your knees. Turning the heat down to low, he turned fully and wrapped you into a tight hug pulling you fully against him.

Burying your face in his chest, you let out a sigh of content. Kon always gave you the best hugs, he was the perfect height to just scoop you up into one and hold you close. He played with the straying hairs on your head and placed a small kiss on the top making your face heat up.

“I hope you’re hungry, I made pancakes.” He smiled, tilting your head up to look at him as his blue eyes shone down at you. You gave him a smile of your own and ran your fingers through his dark hair, making him chuckle softly and lead you to the table.

The way your apartment was set up, you could get a clear view of Metropolis and all you could see was white. The entire city was covered in a blanket of pure white snow as the sun reflected off of it like tiny crystals illuminating the ground.

Kon stepped into the room and smiled at the sight of you staring at the snow, if he wanted he could watch you for hours and never get bored. Setting the plates down, he placed a cup of coffee in your hands as you turned to look at him once more.

“You’re perfect, you know that right?” you asked, watching him take his seat across from you.

He let out a laugh, "Nowhere near as perfect as you Sunshine. Now, eat up it is the first time we both have the day off in a while and I am taking advantage of it."

Giving him a side-glance, you took a bite of the fluffy pancakes a soft moan leaving your lips at the taste on your tongue. It seemed like Ma Kent had taught Kon how to cook because these tasted exactly like the ones she made the last time you and Kon had visited them.

“These are so good.” You murmured, eating more of the fluffy delicious-ness on your plate until it was gone. The idle conversation the two of you held we sweet as he asked you about how work was going with the upcoming winter break. The Titans were on a break at the moment with half of the team going home for the time being, but the two of you got to see Tim and Bart often.

The second your plate was empty, Kon picked you up and carried you back to your room.

“Conner Kent put me down!” you laughed, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

"No can do beautiful, I have a busy day planned as I said. Now get dressed for the cold, and do not come out until you are." He chuckled as he set you down, shutting the door behind him as he left.

Giggling, you quickly changed out of your pajamas and dressed yourself in normal winter attire. You had no idea what Kon had planned for the two of you today but you were excited none the less. It didn’t take you long to get ready, leaving the confines of your room to see Kon waiting for you in the living room with his thick coat on and a scarf that was a deep blue and red.

The second you left your room; he walked over and placed a loving kiss on your lips making you smile even more.

“My lady.” He grinned, holding out your coat for you to slip into.

“You are such a dork Conner Kent.” You teased, buttoning the coat up and wrapping the scarf around your neck.

Kon’s blue eyes shone down at you with amusement, “Yes, but I am your dork sunshine.” He grinned. Grabbing your hat, he pushed it down onto your head, making it go over your eyes as you stood there with your arms crossed and tapping your foot.

Flipping it up over your eyes, he pecked your lips once more before he took your hand and led you out the door, and locked it behind you. Keeping his grip on your hand, Kon led you down the stairs and out the front door of your apartment building as the bright sun and cold air greeted you both.

Taking a deep breath, the wonderful feeling of winter filled you as you gripped his hand tighter. “So, where are we going?” you asked.

"You'll see, now stop asking questions." Kon chuckled, pulling you closer and starting to walk down the street. The stores were all decorated for Christmas with garland, lights, and ribbons galore. The street lights all had wreaths on them that had candy canes on them and people were out and about doing their holiday shopping.

Kon had his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked in a comfortable silence. There was nothing you enjoyed more than just his company; you didn’t have to anything special but just be together. His body radiated heat as he warmed your figure from the cold, keeping you pressed to his side.

As you both walked, you tried to figure out where he was leading you only to be surprised when he led you towards Metropolis Park which was almost blinding from all the snow. What on earth was he going to do here? Looking up at him to try and gauge his feelings, you couldn’t tell anything. Kon had his signature smile on his face, the one he always had when he was with you.

“What are we doing at the park?” you asked, trying to get him to answer.

“Didn’t I say it was a surprise?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes and let him lead you into the park as you followed the path. The first thing the two of you came across was a stand selling hot chocolate. Without saying a word, Kon had walked over and bought you both a steaming cup handing you yours with a big grin on his face.

“Is this what you dragged me out here for?” You asked. “Hot chocolate? We have plenty at home.”

“This is only part of our day; the other part should be here in about thirty seconds.” He answered winking at you.

Counting to thirty in your head, you heard something in the distance that sounded like bells? Slowly you turned to see what was coming and your jaw dropped to see a horse-drawn sleigh stop right in front of you. Quickly you looked up at Kon who was smiling down at you.

“Your sleigh awaits milady.” He said with the cheesiest grin on his face.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he helped you into the sleigh, sitting down beside you and placing the blanket over your laps. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close to him as you leaned into his touch.

The driver whipped the reigns and the horses started to trot down the path that led deeper into the park as you smiled brightly at the sights around you. Metropolis Park was a winter wonderland, and who better to share it with than your boyfriend.

“So, how do you like your surprise so far?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

"It's amazing!" You beamed up at him, "I've never been on a horse-drawn sleigh before, and this is absolutely perfect."

Kon smiled down at you, tilting your head up so he could kiss your frozen lips. “I’m glad, just wait until we get to our next stop.”

You kept a confused look on your face as you sipped your hot chocolate, enjoying the cold with him. The sounds of the sleigh-bells ringing filled the air as bluebirds sung their happy tune. The city looked like it came straight out of a Holiday card, with the evergreens covered in fresh snow and the sky blue as could be.

Soon, the sleigh pulled to a stop at the end of the path where a crowd of people was waiting for something. Before you could speak, Kon was up and helping you out of the sleigh, holding your empty cups as you stepped down. Your foot slid out from under you, and Kon was there in a second to catch you in his arms, his baby-blue glistening down at you in amusement.

“After all this time, you’re still falling for me.” He grinned.

He set you on your feet as you hit him on the shoulder with a laugh. “You can’t go five minutes without being cheesy, can you?” you teased.

"You should really know me better than that, sunshine." He grinned and took your hand, leading you down the walking path towards the large group of people. What you didn't notice, was where the group was gathered.

Stopping at the edge of the crowd, you noticed that there was a large skating rink in the middle of the park and people were trying to force their way through to pay for skates and tickets. Of course, Kon being the gentleman he is had bought your tickets online so you did not have to wait in line.

He came back to you holding two pairs of skates, with the biggest smile on his face. Kon had never been ice skating, and he was excited to try it. Having done it yourself, he knew that you would enjoy this for sure. If all else fails, he would enjoy getting to hold you close as you helped him around the rink.

The two of you walked your way around to the entrance and sat on a bench to change into the skates. You had managed to lace yours up easily and helped Kon lace his. It was obvious he was struggling but did not mind the assistance from you.

Keeping your balance, you slowly walked your way through the gate with Kon right behind you and slid onto the ice letting out a content sigh. Turning around, you saw Kon struggling a little to keep his balance as his feet slid around on the ice.

Who would have thought that a Kryptonian clone could not keep balance on ice skates?

With a giggle, you skated closer to him and gripped his hands. “Look at me, not the ground.” His hands gripped yours tightly and looked up at your face with his signature smirk.

“I would totally fly and make myself look balance, but then I wouldn’t have an excuse to hold you close.” He teased, leaning over to peck your lips.

You gave him an amused smile, Kon had a point but you still thought it was entertaining that he did not have good balance naturally. The two of you skated around the rink, Kon holding you close in his arms while you helped him balance. The cold tickled your faces, as flecks of snow sprung up with the wind landing on your lashes and hair.

Kon had a hard time paying attention to where he was going, he was more occupied with watching you have the time of your life as you skated around the rink. After a bit, he decided to stand off to the side and watch you skate around with the breeze brushing your scarf and hair in different directions.

The way you looked had him mesmerized as he watched you turn and skate backward with your eyes closed. He had no idea what led him to do this, but before either of you knew it Kon had stepped away from the wall and held his arms out to catch you forgetting that he had terrible balance.

You collided into his chest and the both of you fell over onto the ice with a yell of surprise. Kon was sprawled on his back with you on top of him. He let out a laugh and pushed your hat up that had fallen over your eyes.

“Conner Kent, what the fuck were you thinking?” you asked, hitting him on the chest.

“I was thinking that I wanted to be cute and romantic, and catch my girl.” He responded looking around seeing the looks you got from other people. “I can see now that was a bad idea.”

You shook your head with a laugh and slowly got up off the ice and helped him up. The two of you decided that it was time to start heading back, the sky was growing dark and it was starting to get colder. With the fall, your clothes were now slightly damp and cold. That only made the way back less exciting than the trip to the park.

The second the two of you were in the safety of your apartment, you made a dash for the shower peeling off your clothes as you went. Nothing sounded more comforting than a hot shower to wash away the cold. It didn't take long for you to get in and out, drying off with the freshly dried towel Kon must have left for you along with some thermal leggings and a shirt of his that was also warm.

With a smile, you dried off and dressed in the clothes he left for you complete with fuzzy socks. Stepping out, you heard clattering noises coming from the kitchen once again.

“Kon, what are you doing baby?” you asked, walking in to see him hunched over the stove again.

He turned to look at you holding up two cups and a plate full of cookies and other wintery treats. "I was thinking of a movie to finish off the night with some hot chocolate and cookies. This is Ma's recipe so you know it's a good one." He chuckled and let you take the plate of goodies before you retired to the couch and popping in a favorite holiday movie.

As the movie played out, you curled into his side with your cup warming your hands. The cookies were long gone and you felt sleep start to overcome you, but didn't let it ruin the moment. No matter where you went, you just wanted to be held in Kon's arms and that was how you were going to end the amazing day you had with him.

#Costly Affairs #Secret Santa #kon el #Kon kent #kon kent x reader #Kon kent fanfiction #kon kent reader insert #superboy #superboy x reader #superboy fanfiction #superboy fanfic #superboy reader insert #winter #DC comics #winter wonderland #kon kent x reader insert #kon kent x y/n #kon kent x you #90s superboy

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albertasunrise · 3 years

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Coffee and Crisis - Chapter 1

So this is my first Mentalist Fanfiction with Marcus Pike. I loved the Mentalist and only recently realised that it was our dear Pedro that played the perfect Pike.

Summary: Marcus has been pretty unlucky in love. With a failed Marriage and engagement under his belt, will his luck finally change when he meets a pretty, young English girl in his favourite cafe?

Warning/Content: Angst, Blood and Injury,

Paring: Marcus Pike/ Original Female Character

It was a chilly day in September. The trees were almost bare of their leaves. Branches waving in the city breeze, sounds of wood knocking together joined the cacophony of city sounds. Marcus scrubbed a hand over his face as he approached the cafe that had become a staple in his morning routine, always stopping for a coffee and a muffin without fail before heading into the office across the street. This morning was no different except for one tiny detail. Her. His eyes locked with her's almost as soon as he pushed open the door, the small bell above jingling as the wood knocked against it. She was stood in line, eyes staring off towards the door as she waited to be served. He was instantly struck by her, giving her a smile as he pushed the door closed behind him and stepped towards her. She had dirty blonde hair that that was wavy and thick, sitting a little below her shoulders and framing her oval face. Her eyes were a seductive shade of green, accentuated my neat black eyeliner that flicked out at the edges and a subtle brown eye shadow on her lids. Her clothes told him the most about her. She was wearing a Retro Print Star Wars t-shirt that was tucked into her pale Levi jeans that were folded up at the ankles and a black, wool-lined denim jacket. He was instantly drawn to her. She wasn’t like the other women he saw here on a daily basis, tight work dresses, perfect hair and makeup with ridiculous heels that they couldn’t walk in. Not this girl, in her white converses and geeky, acid-wash t-shirt. Her eyes watched him as he came to a standstill behind her, glances and smiles being all they shared for a few moments as Marcus plucked up the courage to speak to her.

‘I like your shirt.’ He said finally, motioning to it with his chin.

‘Thanks.’ she replied, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave him a warm smile.

‘I’ve not seen you here before.’ He stated, quickly glancing at the muffins to make his selection before returning his attention to her.

‘I’ve just moved here.’ She replied.

‘You’re English!’ It wasn’t a question.

‘Yeah.’ She giggled, trapping her lip between her teeth ‘Well I’m half English.’ She continued ‘Mum’s English, Dad's Canadian so basically, I’m cursed to be too nice and apologise for everything.’

He laughed at her reply, his smile reaching his eyes as they held each other's gaze for a while. It was only broken when the Barista asked for her order. Latte and a Lemon and Poppyseed Muffin. She knew exactly what coffee Marcus wanted, asking his muffin selection for the day before getting to work making their orders.

‘So are you a Star Wars fan or did you just like the shirt?’ He joked.

‘Oh no, I love it.’ She replied, laughing nervously ‘I’m a huge geek.’

‘I’ll let you in on a secret.’ He said quietly, leaning towards her slightly as she looked at him with anticipation ‘So am I.’

She laughed at that, covering her mouth in embarrassment at her sudden outburst. Her laugh was like music to Marcus’ ears, her smile addictive and he found himself wanting to see it more, hear it more. The sound of paper cups scraping against the stone countertop then pulled their attention away from each other.

‘That's Seven dollars.’ said the Barista.

‘It’s on me.’ said Marcus suddenly, handing her the money for both orders.

‘You didn’t have to do that.’ she replied as she looked at him with surprise.

‘Call it a welcoming gift.’ he stated, giving her a genuine smile before holding the door open for her.

They came to a stop outside, Marcus holding out his free hand ‘I’m Marcus.’ He said, smiling as she took it and gave it a shake.

‘Ada.’ she replied.

‘Nice to meet you, Ada.’ Smiling he glanced across the street towards his offices ‘I better get going,’ he continued.

‘Uh yeah, same.’ she replied, her smile dropping slightly at the thought of them parting ways ‘Best not be late on my first day.’

So they parted ways, giving each other a small wave before Marcus sprinted across the street and disappeared through the tinted black glass doors. From that day on, he saw her every morning. She would wait for him and they would queue together, taking it in turns to buy each other's coffee’s whilst they talked about movies, books and art. Marcus learned that she’d studied it at college back in the UK but had decided against pursuing a career in it. He learned that she was a personal assistant but that she worked remotely from her apartment around the corner. She had been engaged to a guy she’d met in college. They’d been together for almost 7 years when she was offered the job in the US and he’d told her that he didn’t want to move with her. So they had ended things, her moving a few weeks later.

‘So have you spoken to him since you arrived?’ he quizzed, sipping his coffee.

‘I spoke to him a few days ago.’ she replied, taking a bite out of her muffin ‘He’s been dating.’

‘Ouch.’

‘No, I’m happy for him.’ She replied, her tone surprisingly genuine ‘He’s never done the dating thing really. Just sort of fell into relationships… Hell, he was single 3 days before we got together.’

‘What about you?’

‘Me?’

‘Are you dating?’ He asked, his question making her choke on the coffee she’d just sipped.

‘No. Wouldn’t know where to start.’ She replied, taking another bite of her muffin and shifting in her seat.

They'd both agreed to meet in the cafe earlier that day, sit down and have breakfast for once.

‘I attract odd people.’ She continued, sipping her coffee.

‘Odd how?’

‘Well, I’m a girl… who’s a geek.’

‘Ahhh.’ He replied, understanding exactly what she meant.

‘You’re the first guy I’ve met that has been normal.’ she replied, her cheeks flushing a little ‘I don’t meet many people working from the office in my apartment either.’

‘I imagine not.’ he chuckled, giving her his signature smile that made her knees go weak.

‘Well, Marcus.’ She started, standing and throwing her coat over shoulders ‘This had been lovely but I need to get to work. Those meetings aren't going to arrange themselves.’

‘Yeah… Right.’ Replied the agent as he stood suddenly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he knocked it back.

‘I guess I’ll see you Monday.’ she replied, giving him a small smile.

‘Well unless you’re free tonight?’ he suggested, his brown eyes ever hopeful.

‘I’m free.’ she replied, pulling her bag over her shoulder ‘What were you thinking?’

‘Dinner?’ he shrugged, giving her a small smile ‘Take you on your first date in the US.’

‘I’d like that.’ She replied, her heart racing.

‘Great! I’ll pick you up at 7?’

‘Perfect.’

He was there at seven on the dot. Ada had spent much of the afternoon panicking about what to wear, knowing that it was a date but not wanting to overdo it. She’d fallen pretty hard for Marcus, the man invading her dreams and leaving her flushed when she woke up. She looked forward to their morning talks, missing them when he was away and over the weekends. When he’d asked her out, she’d almost passed out from the excitement but somehow managed to keep her cool. As soon as her day had ended she tried to figure out what to wear, realising that she had brought very little with her. She pulled a black lace skater dress her friend Liv had given her just before she’d moved. She wore it with some grey heels and minimal jewellery. She did smokey eye makeup and a subtle pink lip stain, her hair in a loose bun with a few loose waves hanging down to frame her face. When three soft knocks sounded on her door she felt her heart in her throat, hands shaking as she grabbed her bag and keys before opening her front door. She felt her nerves melt away when she saw him. He was wearing smart jeans with a Burgundy shirt tucked in and a smart leather jacket that fit him perfectly. He beamed at her as he checked her out, feeling his own heart flutter in his chest at the sight of her.

‘You look beautiful.’ He stated, watching her as she stepped out and locked her door behind her.

‘Don’t look bad yourself.’ She replied, winking at him as they made their way down to his car.

The restaurant wasn’t far from hers and after a fair amount of convincing on her part they ended up walking instead, arms linked as they talked about each other's days.

‘Here we are.’ he stated as Ada looked up at the sign and laughed.

‘A Canadian restaurant?’

‘You told me that you were half Canadian.’ He started, smiling sweetly at her ‘A colleague of mine told me about this place the other day at work and I knew I wanted to bring you here. Is this okay?’

‘This is perfect.’ She chuckled as he opened the door for her.

The inside reminded her of Christmas’ with her grandparents in Canada. The walls we clad with wood and decorated with hockey jerseys, pictures, sticks and pucks. It was the cheesiest place she’d seen in years and she loved it.

‘I feel a tad overdressed.’ She stated, looking around at the other people in there.

‘’You look perfect.’ He replied sweetly, grinning when she got all shy.

They ordered their food which, true to Canada, was oversized and terribly unhealthy. The conversation was easy, new subjects easy to find when old ones were exhausted.

‘So you know all about my dating history.’ she said suddenly ‘I bet someone like you has had women throwing themselves at you.’ She finished as she shovelled some waffle into her mouth.

‘Hah!’ He laughed as he took a swig of his beer ‘Well… I’m divorced.’ he started, smirking when Ada’s eyes went wide ‘We were young, foolish. She cheated on me with my first partner at the FBI.’

‘What a bitch.’

‘Yeah…’ he replied, shrugging as he took another sip of his drink ‘And then last year I met an incredible woman, Teresa and fell head over heels for her. We got engaged but later that day she told me that she was in love with someone else.’

‘Oh my god, Marcus I’m so sorry.’ Ada felt a pang of guilt at the man's story ‘I shouldn’t have asked… I’m sorry.’

‘Wow you really are Canadian aren’t you.’ He smirked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

‘Shut up.’ she laughed, swatting his arm before returning to her waffles.

As they walked home, their hands kept grazing each other’s until he trapped her hand with his. They took their time walking back, hands swinging as they enjoyed the sounds of the city together. When they finally came to a stop outside her building she spun on her heels to face him, biting her bottom lip as she gazed up into his eyes.

‘Can I confess something to you?’ She asked, her eyes drifting down to their hands ‘This is the first proper date I’ve ever been on.’

‘What?’ His head shot back in surprise ‘Really?’

‘I never did the dating thing. I kinda met people and we just ended up together.’ She replied, looking away in embarrassment.

‘So how was your first date then?’ He asked, pulling her a little closer.

‘It was pretty good.’ She replied, green eyes sparkling up at him.

‘Only pretty good?’ he asked, giving her a devilish grin ‘What would it take to make it perfect?’

‘Hmmm.’ She pondered for a moment, a cheeky grin crossing her face as she stepped closer again, her chest flush against his ‘Perhaps a goodnight kiss.’

‘Oh really?’ he grinned as he laced his fingers around the back of her head.

‘Mhmm.’ she nodded, licking her lips in anticipation as he pulled her in.

He pressed his soft lips against hers, his left hand cupping her cheek and his thumb stroking her high cheekbone. She opened her mouth to deepen it, their tongues dancing together as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. She moaned against his lips as she felt a heat forming in her core, lacing her fingers through his hair as their kiss became more heated.

‘Did you want to come up?’

‘I’d love to.’ He replied, pulling away so that he could look her in the eye.

‘But...‘

‘But this is only our first date.’ He replied, pinching her chin with his thumb and pointer finger as he kissed her again ‘Let me do this properly. No jumping into things.’

‘Are you sure you’re not Canadian?’ She joked, grinning as he kissed her again.

‘Goodnight Ada.’ He replied, giving her one last peck on the lips before watching her walk away.

They spent most of that weekend texting like teenagers. They text about what they were doing, what they were reading. They even ended up watching Empire Strikes back and talked on the phone to each other during. They then continued to talk to each other as they lay in their beds, talking about their schedules for the week and possible plans for the weekend. When they finally said goodnight they agreed to have breakfast together in their favourite little cafe in the morning. Once again the day started as it always did. They stood in line together, ordered their coffees and muffins and sat at their usual table beside the counter. The conversation, as always, was easy and relaxed. They joked about how lame they were talking on the phone in bed like two smitten teenagers. Secretly though, neither of them had wanted to hang up. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of sirens, screaming and shouting suddenly erupted in the morning air and the door of the cafe crashed open. Two masked guys came screaming in, guns waving above their heads and sending everyone into a frenzy.

‘Everyone get down!’ they shouted, pointing their guns at the customers who were crouching with their hands above their heads.

Marcus instantly switched into FBI agent mode, his right hand wrapping around his gun as looked at Ada beside him.

‘Stay down.’ he whispered as he squeezed her arm and started to stand.

‘Hey, Jackass I told everyone to get down.’ Shouted one of the men, waving his gun at him as he spoke.

‘Let these people go.’ he said, taking a step towards them.

‘Who is this guy?’

‘Dunno but he’s clearly got a death wish.’ One sniggered,

‘I’m Agent Pike.’ He started, hand still wrapped around his gun ‘I work for the FBI. If you let them go I can help you come to a peaceful solution.’

‘FBI huh?’ the leader replied, tilting his head to the side as he studied the agent across from him ‘Well you’ll be useful.’ He stated, pulling the trigger and sending Marcus stumbling backwards

‘NO!’ Ada screamed as she threw herself to his side, catching him as his legs gave out beneath him ‘Marcus…. Marcus look at me.’ she pleaded, shaking him as his eyes darted around the room in shock.

The agent rolled his head to look at her, blood rushing in his ears as he tried to suck in a pained breath. He could feel his shirt soaking quickly with the crimson lifeblood that gushed from the bullet wound to his abdomen. Ada’s shaking hands desperately tried to keep pressure on it as she held him in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. She leaned him against the counter and tore her cardigan from her shoulder, pressing it down hard on Marcus’ stomach which elicited a pained moan from the agent.

‘Well I’m sure this isn’t how you saw breakfast going.’ he joked, placing a shaky hand on hers.

‘Not exactly no.’ She replied, smiling at him grimly as she watched her cream cardigan slowly turn red.

The phone to the cafe rang and the leader answered, screaming his demands to the police on the other end.

‘You will give us what we want or the Federal Agent that’s currently bleeding out on the floor isn’t going to make it.’ he growled, shooting a look at Pike ‘You give us what we want or Agent Pike will die… You have one hour.’ he finished, slamming the handset down on the counter and storming off.

Time seemed to crawl by. Ada watched the minutes ticked by, willing time to go faster as she felt Marcus slipping away from her. Half an hour passed and his skin tone had taken on a sickly grey shade, dark bags forming under his eyes as each breath came in short, laboured pants. She watched as his eyes start to droop, panic rising inside her as his head dipped.

‘Stay with me.’ she pleaded, lifting his head so that she could look him in the eye ‘You need to stay awake.’

‘Talk to me.’ he asked, leaning into her touch.

‘What do you want to talk about?’

‘’Will you go on another date with me?’ he asked suddenly, taking Ada by surprise.

‘What?’

‘I want to take you out on another date.’ he stated, giving her a weak smile.

‘Of course, I’ll go on another date with you Marcus.’ She sobbed, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

‘G-good.’ he stuttered, feeling his strength start to seep away.

‘And then afterwards I want you to stay with me.’ She continued, desperately trying to keep him with her a little longer ‘I’ll make you pancakes in the morning, I have a posh coffee machine that makes amazing coffee. Then we’ll spend all day watching old movies, eating junk food and making out.’

‘Sound’s good.’ He replied, smirking at her weakly.

Ada watched as he started to lose the fight, his lips taking on a startling shade of blue as breathing got harder and harder. A sudden cough painted his lips with blood splatters and her stomach sank. She knew the longer they waited, the less time Marcus had left. Grabbing a napkin from the counter above, she wiped the blood from his lips before placing a soft kiss on them. Marcus felt his heart flutter at the feeling of her soft lips on his, kissing her back before everything went black.

~§~

Chapter 2

#Marcus Pike #Marcus pike x original female character #Pedro Pascal fanfiction #the mentalist #pedro Pascal character fanfiction #Pedro pascal #mentalist fanfiction

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golchaworld · 4 years

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Brown Sugar, Cinnamon Spice | H. HJ

pairing: baker!hyunjin x wedding planner!reader, (implied fem!reader), various celebrity cameos

genre: tooth-rotting fluff, a pinch of angst

word count: 5.4k

warnings: none!

summary: amidst stress and loneliness, you find your own decadence.

A/N: this is probably the longest fic I’ve written in the shortest amount of time! This only took me a few days start to finish. I guess I was super in love with the concept, and I hope y’all are too. As always, comments, critiques, and feedback are welcome and encouraged. My ask box is always open. Enjoy :D

You swear you’re going to die from a sugar overdose. Not from the piece of red velvet cheesecake sitting in front of you, but instead from the gazes that the couple in front of you shares. They fuss and coo, feeding each other different types of cake with disgustingly sweet smiles on their faces. It would be cute...if you didn’t have to deal with this everyday.

Planning weddings was always your dream. There was something so whimsical about the aura of weddings, the aura of love, that was always destroyed by the stress of planning. Ever since you were little, you vowed to take as much stress off of engaged couples as possible, in order to let them bask in the excitement of getting married.

Four years after college, and here you are, the best wedding planner in the city. The best wedding planner in the city, and absolutely, devastatingly single.

It’s not that you expected to be happily married by 25, but it would be nice to at least have a boyfriend, a significant other, someone. But no, instead you’re forced to help happy couples as they live out your dream. All too often you find yourself wishing you were in the place of the bride-to-be, having a fiancé to fawn over.

It’s sad, really, the way you watch the couple across from you as they bask in their pre-marital bliss. Every glance feels intimate. Every spoonful that they feed to each other feels private. You smile sadly before clearing your throat.

“I’ll leave you two to go through more of the cakes. Let me know when you guys make a decision. I’ll be waiting up front.”

The couple dismisses you with a wave, barely taking their eyes off of each other. You just set your shoulders and smooth out the blouse that’s tucked artfully into your skirt. Your heels make a satisfying click as you make your way to the front counter, adorned with cases of pastries and other sinful sweets. It’s the one behind the counter, however, that makes your head fill with sugar.

Hwang Hyunjin was more than just a familiar face. He was a college acquaintance, mutual friends always having the two of you running into each other. After graduation, the two of you were the only ones who decided to stay in the city, some twisted stab of fate bringing you closer.

You can say he’s your glorified best friend. The two of you aren’t exactly the closest, but you see each other often enough that conversation has moved from awkward to easy, distant to friendly. It also helps that the both of you have entered a sort of...business agreement.

You send any couples needing to taste cakes to his bakery first. When anyone comes to him with an order for a large event that needs planning, he sends them your way.

Now, the man just looks relaxed, smiling at you with a streak of white flour on his cheek. He leans one arm against the counter and you struggle not to look down at the way it flexes. Hyunjin always said that baking proves to be a full body workout. You can’t help but agree.

“Which one are they leaning towards?” Hyunjin asks in lieu of greeting.

“No idea.” You scrunch your nose in disgust. “They were too busy feeding each other and flirting to make any actual judgements about the cake.”

Hyunjin giggles in that unique way of his, high pitched and muted. His cheeks scrunch up, causing crow’s feet to form around his eyes. The flour flakes off in some spots.

“You can’t blame them,” Hyunjin teases. “They’re in love. Unlike a certain grumpy pants over here.”

You scoff at his insinuations.

“Don’t be jealous, Y/N.”

“I am not jealous! It would just make my life a lot easier if they just chose the damn cake.”

Hyunjin cocks an eyebrow. “Which one of us is actually baking it again?”

You roll your eyes. “Shut it, Hyunjin.”

The bell above the door chimes, announcing the arrival of a new wave of customers. Hyunjin shoots a wink your way before heading over to the cash register. He has on his salesman smile, and that alone has the group of girls in front of him swooning.

In college, Hwang Hyunjin was the mega-hot culinary business student who never slept around and went to church every Sunday. Now Hyunjin is the mega-hot baker-slash-bakery owner who may or may not sleep around but still goes to church every Sunday. It’s fair to say that the entire city is in love with him.

They have a right to be, of course. Hyunjin is a hot, young, single guy who bakes for crying out loud. He specializes in wedding cakes. What 26 year old man specializes in wedding cakes?

Hyunjin, the anomaly that he is, is the apple of everyone’s eye, a diamond in the rough, a sweet lawn in the concrete jungle. He’s a breath of fresh air, coated in sugary sweetness.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him.

Even now, you watch how he makes small talk with his customers, how he shoots them small smiles and flirty winks. He lays the charm on thick; anything to get them to buy an extra cannoli, he says. And like a moth to a flame, you’re drawn in. You’re drawn into his sweet smile, his long blonde hair, the beauty mark under his left eye. It leaves you with a sugar rush.

Eventually, you’re called back to reality by your clients approaching. They decide on a simple yellow cake with the strawberry and vanilla pudding filling. Internally, you smile, knowing that it’s Hyunjin’s best seller...obviously for a reason.

You leave the couple with a reassurance that you’ll set up an appointment with Hyunjin to go over the design of the cake. They mentioned that they already have pre-determined cake toppers, and you fight not to roll your eyes. It’s always the cheesiest when the couples pick their own toppers.

You plaster on a smile and wave them goodbye, watching as the door closes behind them with a soft thud, the bell above still chiming. You glance down at your wristwatch and sigh. You have 15 minutes to get to Yeji’s dress fitting, all the way across the city. You straighten your shoulders, fix your blouse, and give Hyunjin one last glance on the way out.

He winks in return.

. . .

The catch of Hyunjin being your pseudo-best friend is that he has to take care of you. Not that you need a lot of taking care of. But at the end of a long work day, Hyunjin is always there to pick up the pieces. He always gives you a choice of desserts to make the day better, and today you choose to do so with tiramisu.

You practically groan when the first bit of coffee cream hits your tastebuds, followed by the bittersweet hint of cocoa powder. The cake is rich and moist, melting on your tongue in a way that’s not overly decadent. It’s not until you hear a chuckle from across from you do you realize that your eyes are closed.

When you open them, Hyunjin beams at you from across the counter, laughing at the way you’re indulging in your dessert.

“Stop laughing at me,” you command around a mouthful of cream.

“I’m not! It’s just,” Hyunjin tucks a blonde strand behind his ear. “You eat this tiramisu like twice a week, and every time you act like it’s the first...or like it’s going to be your last.”

“You should take it as a compliment.”

Hyunjin chuckles again. “Maybe I do.”

The bakery has a different aura at night. Instead of the lively buzz of coffee cups and sugar rushes, it’s bathed in a velvety decadence, illuminated by the subtle light of the pastry display. All of the chairs have been put up for the night, all of the leftover pastries have been discarded, all of the employees gone for the night. It just leaves you, Hyunjin, and the bold cream of tiramisu.

The first time Hyunjin had invited you to the bakery after hours, you thought he was joking. The two of you hadn’t been that close yet, and spending secluded, unstructured time together seemed like a recipe for disaster. To your surprise, however, the night was comfortable and casual, spent test-tasting various desserts and laughing over various college memories.

It surprised you how much Hyunjin embraced you when everyone else from school moved onto different things. In a city this big, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to disregard you completely. You stay up at night wondering why he didn’t.

“So, how was the fitting?”

Hyunjin looks genuinely interested as you recount the details of your day. At a certain point he even reaches for a fork, indulging in the tiramisu with you. With his cheeks full to the brim, he nods, smiles and inserts commentary wherever necessary. Hyunjin has always been the best listener.

“Why do you plan weddings if it stresses you out so much?”

You pout at Hyunjin’s questions. “Why do you run a bakery if it stresses you out so much?”

“Because I get to eat delicious treats at the end of the day.”

You smirk. “So do I.”

“Touché,” Hyunjin smiles.

The two of you are quiet for a moment, indulging in the last few bites of tiramisu. It makes you smile, the way Hyunjin is still in love with all of his desserts after having to make them all day, every day. After every bite he groans dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at the cake to say “damn you for being so good.”

When the tiramisu is finished, and all that’s left is the sound of forks scraping empty plates, Hyunjin sighs.

“Are you going to plan your own?”

“My own wedding?” When Hyunjin nods in response, you chuckle sadly. “At this point, it looks like I’ll never even have a wedding, let alone have the chance to plan it.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Don’t lie. I’m sure you have suitors lining up to take your hand in marriage.”

You scoff, picking up the plate that once held your tiramisu. You deposit it in the sink full of soapy water behind the counter, along with the fork. Hyunjin grabs your arm as you get closer, forcing you to face his looming form.

“I’m being serious, you know.”

You shrug in response. “Maybe that’s the problem. My love life is such a joke that you being serious about it seems like an insult.”

“It wasn’t anything.”

“I know.”

“Then why—“

You’re quick to cut the man off. “It’s getting late, Hyunjin. I’ll see you, okay?”

You don’t wait for Hyunjin to respond, leaving the man nodding dumbly behind the counter. At the first whip of the harsh wind against your face, you groan. Hyunjin was supposed to be your ride home.

. . .

The thing about the city is that celebrity weddings are frequent. Celebrity weddings, known for their flashy, expensive decorations, and over-the-top attire single handedly wipe out your energy for the entire season. But they pay well.

The money may or may not be the reason you sit in front of the Minatozaki Sana in your office, her hand being held by her fiancé. He’s a gorgeous man, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. That much is expected as the fiancé of the top model in the country.

“So do you guys have a date in mind?” You ask the couple, a warm smile glossing over your face.

“Well,” Sana glances at her fiancé before returning your gaze. “We were hoping for November 18th.”

“Got it! So a year and a month isn’t too bad. It’s a little tight for planning, but—“

The fiancé chuckles. “Oh no, I think you’ve misunderstood. We meant November 18th, 2020. We want to get married next month.”

You can’t help the way your jaw drops. A month for a normal wedding would be hell on earth. A month for a celebrity wedding is like jumping head first into Dante’s Inferno. Your distress must be palpable, seeing as Sana’s brows furrow almost instantly.

“That’s...doable right?” She asks with wide eyes.

“Umm,” you rack your brain for words. “It’s going to be tight. Like really tight. But yes, it’s doable.”

Sana instantly lights up, clasping her fiancé’s hands in hers. “Oh wonderful! I’m so excited.”

You nod in agreement, plastering on the biggest smile you can manage.

“Oh! And one more thing!” Sana’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “I want a Hwang Cake!”

. . .

Three hours later, you’re seated across from the engaged couple as the two indulge in a plethora of different cakes and icings. Hyunjin had managed to whip them all up in such a short amount of time, not once complaining about the pinch you put him in. At some point, though, you’ll have to tell him about the month until the wedding. You’re sure you’re going to hear some complaints then.

Instead of Hyunjin being the face of the bakery today, it’s one of his employees, a short but bright boy by the name of Felix. He always wears glittery eyeshadow and a smile too big for his face, and it only adds to how endearing he is. You’d never met the human embodiment of cotton candy until Felix waltzed into the bakery on his first day of work.

With Felix manning the register, Hyunjin is nowhere to be found. The only appearance he made was to hand-deliver the test cakes to Sana and her fiancé. He greeted them with a bright smile and many thanks for choosing his bakery. He only gave you a curt nod before disappearing behind the threshold of the kitchen.

“The red velvet is to die for! Don’t you think, hun?”

Sana’s fiancé looks back at the woman as if she hung the stars, confessing his love for her and more with just one glance. Once again, you are reminded of what true love looks like. Once again, you feel jealousy brewing in the pit of your stomach.

“It is. I love it with the cream cheese icing.”

Sana smiles. “I know you do. Cream cheese has always been your favorite. If only you could see that buttercream is superior.”

For a second, the couple just gaze at each other, basking in the vitality of a fresh engagement. You can tell that even though their romance was very spur of the moment, they will clearly last for a long time.

Your chest hurts.

“I think we’ll go with the red velvet and cream cheese icing.”

You’re quick to put on a smile. “Perfect! I’ll go let Hyunjin know, and then later we can make an appointment to figure out the design and aesthetics of the cake.”

“Sounds good.”

As you stand and approach the register, you can hear the couple begin to giggle to themselves, as if choosing a wedding cake flavor is the epitome of cloud nine. You suppose it might be. You wouldn’t know

Felix greets you with a smile when you arrive at the register, the corners of his eyes scrunching cutely. “How did it go?”

You can’t help but return the smile. “Good! They decided pretty quickly. Where’s Hyunjin, so I can let him know?”

“In the kitchen,” Felix points behind his shoulder with a thumb. “You can just head back there.”

“Thanks, Felix.”

You expect the hardcore rap music that’s playing through the speakers in the kitchen. It’s muted enough so that the rest of the bakery can’t hear it, but loud enough that Hyunjin can get lost in it. It’s endearing, the way he mumbles the words under his breath while he pipes bright orange frosting onto a black fondant cake. It’s always around this time that he has to perfect his Halloween treats.

You wait until he’s done piping his row before calling his attention softly. “Hyunjin? They decided.”

Hyunjin doesn’t look up. He just moves on to piping the next row while he says, “and what did they decide?”

“Red velvet with the cream cheese icing.”

“Okay. We’ll make the appointment for later in the week.”

Hyunjin’s tone carries an air of finality to it. It’s formal, cold, and all too detached. Although the two of you have never been that close, this distance is still new from you. Hyunjin has never stood in front of you and felt miles away.

“Okay.” And when he doesn’t respond, “I’ll be back later, okay? After closing.”

Hyunjin stills for a moment before continuing his piping job, the movement almost imperceptible. “Tiramisu or cannoli?”

A sticky sweet smile blooms on your face. “Cannoli.”

. . .

The shell of the cannoli crunches deliciously, breaking the silence between you and Hyunjin. It’s once again after closing, but gone is the aura of awkwardness the two of you had left behind the previous night. Hyunjin glances at you, a small smirk gracing his face.

“Is it good?”

You roll your eyes. “You know it’s good.”

“Maybe I do.” Hyunjin shrugs cutely, his white apron shifting in the process.

He looks more up-kept than usual. His long hair is tied half up by a navy blue ribbon that matches the oversized sweater he wears. He’s wearing his jewelry, all of his piercings filled with earrings, various chunky rings adorning his fingers. But when you look down, you notice he’s still wearing his trademark neon green crocs.

“Nice shoes.”

Hyunjin looks down before realizing what you’re referring to. “Oh shut up. You know they’re the comfiest for baking.”

“Maybe I do.”

You savor the taste of the whipped cream and ricotta as it hits your tongue. Hyunjin looks content to watch you enjoy the dessert, folding his arms over his chest as he eyes you. He’s not the slightest bit insecure about his work, knowing that no matter what he makes, you’ll love.

It reminds you all too much of the first time you met Hyunjin, packed together inside a way-too-crowded frat party. Changbin, a mutual friend had grabbed you by the hand and pulled you through the crowd, insisting that there was someone you had to meet. You spotted Hyunjin long before you could make your way over.

Hyunjin had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze had been disinterested, but confident, knowing that his presence alone was a gift in and of itself. At the time, he didn’t know how right he was.

“You know, I didn’t mean to insult you yesterday.”

The man’s comment has you finally looking up from your cannoli, the last bite standing frozen between your fingers. After swallowing down a mouthful of filling, you clear your throat, slowly lowering the pastry down to the plate.

“It’s okay. I think I just overreacted a bit.”

Hyunjin nods, arms still crossed tightly over his chest. Light glints off of one of his silver rings. “Why is it such a sore topic? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Honestly?” You chuckle bitterly to yourself. “Honestly, I don’t know. I guess I just expected something by now. But here I am, 25 years old, having a stable career, and having not had a relationship over half a decade. I just feel like I’m behind, you know?”

Surprisingly, Hyunjin nods. “I do. I mean, I’ve never had a relationship.”

This is news. Hwang Hyunjin, the star culinary student slash campus heartthrob has never had a relationship. Never? Even the thought seems ridiculous.

The confusion must be evident on your face, because Hyunjin chuckles. “I know, I know. It’s silly, isn’t it?”

“Not silly! Just...surprising…”

“Well, I guess so.”

You’re still attempting to process your thoughts, unable to stop a slew of questions from leaving your mouth. “Why not, though? Have you never considered it? Have you never had your eye on someone?”

At this, Hyunjin’s eyes grow sad. The confident light in them disappears like a wisp of cotton candy in the wind. His eyes swim with a salty-sweetness.

“I’ve actually always had my eye on someone. Since college, actually.”

Instantly, it clicks. “Oh! They must have moved away, right? Everyone moved away after college except us, and I know how sucky that must be for you. Gosh, I didn’t even consider that.”

Hyunjin traps a bubblegum bottom lip between his teeth, seemingly mulling something over in his head. His arm tenses, only once, before releasing. Hyunjin uncrosses his arms, choosing to lean forward onto the countertop.

“I don’t think they left.”

Your eyes light up at the same time your heart falls. It’s so easy to fake not being hurt by the information, just like it’s easy to fake not wanting Hyunjin. Just like it’s easy to say that sticking around after hours is for work and not personal agendas. Just like it’s easy to be his pseudo-best friend.

“Then why don’t you go for it?”

Hyunjin chuckles sadly. “I’m not even on their radar. Not like that.”

For the first time tonight, you laugh. You laugh genuinely and boldly. You laugh loudly, until tears are pooling in the corners of your eyes. Hyunjin just looks at you as if you are crazy, overcome with a laughing fit in the middle of his closed bakery. But you can’t help it; it’s funny.

“You’re literally Hwang Hyunjin. There’s no one who’s radar you aren’t on! And I mean no one.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Then why don’t they ever go for it or flirt with me back? I keep waiting on them to indulge me, but they never do.”

“I think…” You take a deep breath in order to swallow back tears. “I think that maybe they dont know that you’re interested. You have to be bold and make the first move! I promise you no one would ever turn you down.”

Hyunjin sighs. “And you know this for sure?”

The smile that you plaster on is watery and obviously fake. However, it’s the best you can do in the dark chocolate ambience of the bakery. It echoes everything inside you at the moment—bittersweet.

“Maybe I do.”

. . .

You don’t see Hyunjin again until a few days later. Your schedule is packed with last minute rearrangements and irregular breaks as you make room for Sana’s wedding plans. It’s hectic, stressful, and overall just a handful.

Your hands hurt from typing out various versions of wedding invitations. Every venue in the city hates you for repeatedly calling and begging for availability on November 18th. A few of your clients are pissed for having their appointments rescheduled, and an even smaller few are understanding.

The worst part of it all is that when Sana and her fiancé waltz into your office on a random Monday, they have the audacity to look cheerful. Neither of them look the least bit stressed, and all the more in love, which angers you slightly. You have to remind yourself that this is why you do this. You have voluntarily become a stress ball for engaged couples. You’re starting to regret that decision.

Sana blinks her pretty eyes at you sweetly, greeting you with a honey-dipped smile. “How have things been going?”

You plaster on an equally sweet smile, composed of high fructose corn syrup instead of genuine sugar. “It’s been going well. Your cake appointment is scheduled for Thursday. All that’s left is for you to pick an invitation format, your dress, and the venue.”

“That sounds great! That’s nothing.” The fiancé exclaims.

You grit your teeth. “Yep, it should be smooth sailing from here.”

The couple leaves with various printed versions of wedding invitations that you paid extra to express print. The minute the door closes behind the two, you sag into your chair. Running your hands over your face, you let out a loud groan. The best part about having an individual office is that no one is around to hear your mental breakdowns.

You spend a moment indulging in the secret stash of chocolates you keep in the top drawer of your desk, letting the rich bitterness melt on your tongue. The taste is dangerous, and you remind yourself to hit the gym extra hard this week.

After a moment, your phone chimes with a message. It’s a simple text from Hyunjin, asking you if you’re planning to visit the bakery later. When you reply in the affirmative, he responds with a simple question.

Cheesecake or Torrone?

You smile and reply with the former.

. . .

The bakery is eerily silent when you arrive. Although it’s normally quiet at this hour, you can usually hear the soft hum of Hyunjin’s music, or the sounds of dishes and pans being cleaned. But this time, there’s nothing.

“Hyunjin?” You call out, slightly confused at the ambience.

It’s silent for a moment, and then a voice sounds out. “In the kitchen!”

You follow the familiar path back to the kitchen, surprised at the dimness of the lights and the lack of sound. When you enter the kitchen, though, it makes both more and less sense at the same time. Hyunjin has various candles littered around the countertops, illuminating the kitchen in a soft orange glow.

Hyunjin himself stands in the corner of the kitchen, changed out of his work attire. He’s wearing a neat button up shirt, untucked over black jeans. The look is completed with his black dress shoes and various jewelry. At his lack of bright green crocs, you’re taken aback.

At the center of the kitchen, poised atop what is usually used as a workbench for kneading bread, is a perfect cheesecake resting on a cake stand. The cake’s tan surface is tainted with tracks of a red reduction that has been placed gently on the center of the cheesecake. At second glance, you determine it to be raspberry. Your favorite.

“What is all this?”

A small smile graces Hyunjin’s face. “Well you told me to ‘be bold and make the first move.’ I don’t know what could be a bolder move than candles and raspberry cheesecake.”

A thousand thoughts run through your mind at the revelation. First move? Being bold? It’s you? Through your jumble of thoughts and emotions, you manage out a small, “so it is raspberry?”

“I’m standing here confessing, and you’re asking about the cheesecake?” Hyunjin laughs. “Yes, it’s raspberry. I knew that was your favorite so…”

“So it's me? I don’t understand.”

Hyunjin finally moves from his position in the corner, crossing the large kitchen easily. “Well, I hoped we could talk about it over cake.” The man motions towards the stools around the workbench.

You just nod, taking a seat on one of the stools. You struggle to keep up with the situation, still wrapping your head around it. Hyunjin makes his way over, a smile still poised on his face. You bite your lip as he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. You find yourself biting harder as you watch the flex of his forearms when he cuts the cake. The piece he deposits in front of you is picturesque, something straight out of a food and wine magazine.

When Hyunjin sits across from you, you take in the way the candlelight hits him, perfectly illuminating his features. His lips are plush and pink, blonde hair falling down onto his shoulders. There’s something glimmering in his eyes, a conflicted wetness that borders between hopeful and disappointed.

“So?” You start.

Hyunjin just shakes his head. “Take a bite first.”

“Hyunjin, I know what your cheesecake tastes like.”

“I don’t care. I’m not talking until you take a bite.”

Stubbornly, you pick up your fork and shovel a bite into your mouth. You’re about to immediately retaliate and open your mouth again, but the pleasant assault of flavor on your taste buds leaves you immobilized. Your eyes widen in shock, causing Hyunjin to chuckle cutely.

“It’s good, right? I added an extra hint of cinnamon spice in order to give the crust that extra umph.”

You practically moan around your bite of food. “Hwang Hyunjin I could marry you right--”

Hyunjin laughs again, this time appreciating the way you cut yourself off before he had to. He shifts in his seat, taking a bite of his own cheesecake before pushing a strand of hair out of his face. He savors his bite, chewing slowly and swallowing completely before opening his mouth again.

“I know this may be sudden,” he begins. “And I know we’ve never been that close. But I like you, Y/N. I have since college. And I don’t want to be too presumptuous, but I have a feeling that you may like me too.”

You nod slowly, trying to ignore the heat that rises to the apples of your cheeks. “Maybe I do.”

Once again, Hyunjin laughs. “Well I guess a ‘maybe’ is as good as I’m going to get from you.”

“No, I mean,” you clear your throat. “I like you, too. Not maybe. I do.”

Hyunjin’s smile is bright, soft around the edges as the shadows of the candle flames dance around his face. He’s gorgeous, all rounded cheeks and bleach blonde hair, squinty eyes and the faintest of dimples.

“I’m glad.”

You sigh. “This whole time I wondered why we were always on the border of friendship. We were close, but not that close. It felt weird to be your friend but also felt weird to not be. I guess that should have been a sign, huh?”

“I’ve always been bad at reading signals.”

“Me too.”

The smile you two share is warm and sweet, filled with the kind of rich sweetness that only comes with something fresh and purified. It’s not the synthetic sugar that makes candy, nor the citrusy sweetness of fruit. The sugar you share is rich, deep, with a slight tang. It’s reminiscent of the crust of the cheesecake, a mellow combination of brown sugar and cinnamon spice.

. . .

Sana’s wedding is just as grand as she wanted it to be. The venue is decked out in flashes of burgundy silk and red roses, complimenting the warm brown of Sana’s hair. Her dress is adorned with Swarovski crystals and delicate stitching, allowing her to sparkle all throughout the ceremony. Eventually vows are read, and the couple is officiated, and you hold Hyunjin’s hand when he sheds a few tears.

The reception is equally as flashy, various celebrity couples trying to outdo each other with their outfits and lavish gifts for the newlywed couple. They take up all of the space in the room and on the dance floor, their fame-inflated egos making the venue feel much smaller than it actually is.

The couple cuts into the cake with cheers in the background. Hyunjin cringes as they smash pieces of cake in each others’ faces, complaining about the waste of frosting and “immaculately made cake.” It takes two kisses and holding his hand for 5 minutes straight to placate him.

After cheers and various upbeat songs, the DJ finally slows down the pace. Various couples get up and slow dance together, swaying to the melody of the soft ballads. Even though its far from the vibes of Hyunjin’s favorite rap songs, he offers a hand out, and leads you happily to the dance floor.

The two of you find a small, unoccupied space on the dance floor, instantly falling into each other. You wrap your arms tightly around Hyunjin’s shoulders, revelling in the feeling of his warm hands around your waist. The two of you sway together, holding each other too close. You can feel the steady thump of Hyunjin’s heart under your head, each beat lining up with the slow pumps of yours.

The spectacularly sweet scent that always clings to Hyunjin as a result of his time in the bakery is ever-present, and you find yourself inhaling it reverently. You allow your eyes to close, getting lost in the song. And if you think hard enough, you can picture it being your own wedding.

You can picture you and Hyunjin at the altar, a few years in the future. You would hold each other’s hands tightly, fighting hard to hold back tears. Hyunjin would of course let a few fall, and you would laugh. And when the minister asks if you take Hwang Hyunjin to be your lawfully wedded husband, you would smile and respond:

“Maybe I do.”

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Loud House JoJo Stands List

Hello all, recently a found a list of potential Stand Names for members of the Loud Siblings from Nickelodeon’s hit show, the Loud House! In response, I’ve composed a list of Stands for each of the siblings in response to the list, with some tweaks here and there. The name origins and list may not be mine, but the Stands are my original creations, please let me know if they interest you, and I’d be happy to let you use them!

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Lori Loud

Stand: [Telephone]

Stand Type: Distance Irrelevant Artificial Non-Humanoid/Phenomenon Hybrid

Physical Description: [Telephone] has two key forms of manifestation; it's primary manifestation is a pair of cellphone-themed headphones, with its second manifestation being a pure Phenomenon with no physical cue.

Power Description: [Telephone] is a perpetually active eavesdropping Stand, and a rather vicious one at that, as whenever Lori is conscious, [Telephone] is active. [Telephone] allows Lori to hear EVERYTHING within in its range, from physical sounds, to mystical events, to even thoughts, whether she likes it or not. Her hearing is so keen, she can even hear and react to an attack that by all accounts should be undetectable or unavoidable, almost lazily dancing out of the way. Using [Telephone]'s headphone form is really meant to act as a controlled state, allowing her to turn the sheer cacophony into muted background noise whilst music plays in her head, enabling her to selectively choose what sounds she's responding to at any given moment.

Taking off the Headphones causes her to hear the sounds pouring into her head at full blast, but also enables her to utilize her greatest ability; weaponizing her sounds. Currently, she can either transform an enemy into a living receiver for her sounds, forcing them to share the sheer volume of noise she experiences while also using them as a filter to reduce her headache, or release her sounds as a physical force against her foes.

Leni Loud

Stand: [Blondie Girl]

Stand Type: Close-Range Natural Humanoid/Phenomenon Hybrid

Physical Description: [Blondie Girl]'s true form is that of a sentient phenomenon that answers to Leni's will, but due to her accidental misinterpretation of what Stands are initially, [Blondie Girl] now manifests as a sea-foam green mannequin with Six arms, an emoji themed face, and long, cord-like whips extending from her head in imitation of hair.

Power Description: [Blondie Girl]'s power, fitting for a savvy fashionista like Leni, is that of Fabrication. She can literally convert anything around her into fabric, weave it into different shapes, forms, or states, and revert it back, with the material taking on the characteristics of the form she gave it.

Personality: As a fully sentient Stand, [Blondie Girl] has a will and personality independent of Leni; [Blondie Girl] in spite of her valley-girl speaking style, is highly analytical, intelligent, and focused, often serving as Leni's exhausted personal assistant, constantly working to keep Leni both on task and aware of what's going on, in addition to her primary goal of protecting and aiding Leni however she can.

Lucy Loud

Stand: [Creeping Death]

Stand Type: Artificial Non-Humanoid

Physical Description: [Creeping Death] takes the form of a highly morbid and gothic death of cards; each card is blank, and the deck has no limit to the cards it contains, but the cards will invariably shift to accommodate Lucy's needs, with a section of the deck always being composed of analogous cards to a deck of Tarot cards. The most prominent aspect of [Creeping Death]'s card designs is the backing of each card being a bloodshot eye held within the jaw of a fanged skull, presumably a vampire skull.

Power Description: [Creeping Death]'s powers can be summarized as being weaponized occultism; whenever Lucy encounters an enemy Stand, or just a Stand that is not a confirmed ally, she will instantly gaining a card giving her the Stand's name, statistics, and Type, as well as the ability to absorb and store a single instance of that Stand's powers into the card. The absorbed power is less than half the strength of the genuine article, but it grants [Creeping Death] an incredible versatility on its own. [Creeping Death]'s truly unique power is the ability to create supernatural phenomena based on the beliefs, experiences, and fears of her enemies and allies, represented by new cards containing pieces of those qualities inside, which she can then combine, materialize, and attack with however she chooses; the only real drawback is that she only gets a single copy of each card, and to get it back, the construct it has been used in either has to be dispelled or destroyed.

Personality: [Creeping Death] has limited personal will, but whenever it's powers are used to create constructs based on living or intelligent beings, those constructs will possess individual personalities and behaviors, united only in their linked consciousness and absolute loyalty to seeing Lucy live.

Luan Loud

Stand: [Origin Prankster]

Stand Type: Artificial Humanoid

Physical Description: [Origin Prankster] appears as a bright yellow puppet themed off of a court jester, save for it's bird head. [Origin Prankster]'s left arm is extremely large in comparison to the rest of it's body, with a large mirror set into the palm of it's glove-like hand. [Origin Prankster] is approximately two and a half feet tall when standing on the ground, with it's left arm being a full two feet all by itself.

Power Description: [Origin Prankster] possesses the ability to send the powers of other Stands into rebellion, turning the unique powers of a Stand against it, as well as the Stand's user. The cue showing this power has activated is the sight of the mirror suddenly showing the image of the affected Stands. For the power to work, Luan has to know what the Stand actually does, and if she doesn't, [Origin Prankster]'s mirror cannot engage, whether she likes it or not. How the rebelling powers manifest is dependent on how they initially manifest to start with; if she used her power on [The World] for example, it would instead freeze DIO and his Stand in time, rather than freeze everything else.

Personality: While [Origin Prankster] is incapable of speech, it is very much intelligent, albeit twisted. [Origin Prankster] is often referred to by the rest of the Loud Siblings as being the embodiment of Luan's obsession with getting a laugh, no matter who gets hurt as a direct result of it, finding anything that can be viewed as humor funny and bursting into raucous laughter in response, from the cheesiest pun, to the most drawn out and elaborate of jokes, to even the cruelest and most callous of pranks. The one thing [Origin Prankster] does not find humorous is anything that is at Luan's expense; seeing Luan hurt, mocked, or belittled will infuriate the Stand, and can even provoke it into using it's powers independent of Luan's wishes. [Origin Prankster]'s inability to contain its laughter is an effective way of revealing its presence, as it will burst out in laughter at any joke, no matter how bad, breaking any cover it has managed to gain. Despite its twisted humor, [Origin Prankster] is capable of great kindness, often using its nature as a Stand to perform elaborate tricks and illusions to delight and entertain children, and will often wipe away the tears of those experiencing sorrow or hopelessness.

Luna Loud

Stand: [Hard Rock Hallelujah]

Stand Type: Bound Artificial Non-Humanoid

Physical Description: [Hard Rock Hallelujah] manifests itself in whatever guitar Luna has on hand, and will always transform the guitar into its preferred state: a dark purple electric guitar with a skeleton design, and an eye-shaped crystal inserted into the neck.

Power Description: [Hard Rock Hallelujah]’s power is the ability to telekinetically control any non-living thing within audible range of Luna’s playing. What she can control is dependent on the nature of the song she is currently playing, how well she is playing, and for how long. Attaching [Hard Rock Hallelujah] to an amp converts that amp into an extension of the Stand, not only expanding the range of her control, but also allowing her to control esoteric forces and concepts in addition to objects, though direct control of living things is still a no-go.

Lana Loud

Stand: [Eating Everything]

Stand Type: Range Irrelevant Phenomenon

Physical Description: None.

Power Description: [Eating Everything] allows Lana to absorb and store the valuable traits of any genetic or biological material she ingests, which she can freely integrate into her body whenever she wishes. The only sign that Lana is using [Eating Everything] to acquire new samples is that her teeth transform into an exaggerated version of those of a carnivore’s in the eyes of Stand Users. By offering her blood to other beings, Lana can grant them any of the traits she herself has access to, such as granting ‘human traits’ to her family’s pets, turning them into Anthropomorphic Guardians for her and her siblings. The longer Lana is using the traits she has stored, the more severe and prominent the changes in her body from using them become, and her behavior grows progressively more animalistic and wild. However, Lana will revert back to normal when exactly 23 hours and 51 minutes have passed after integrating her traits.

Lola Loud

Stand: [Going Far Witch]

Stand Type: Phenomenon

Physical Description: None.

Power Description: [Going Far Witch] allows Lola to designate a target, and all those who see the target will be unable to look away from their position, even if looking at the target would require their body contorting or shifting in ways that are ordinarily impossible, or potentially harmful, if not fatal. The designated target grows in strength, speed, and physical durability for as long as the ability is active proportional to the number of people looking at them. When Lola makes someone else the target, if something happens to the target that is humorous, dangerous, or embarrassing, the effect is increased. When Lola makes herself the target, usually when she needs to fight, having those same things happen weakens the effect and can even dispel it. The effect can only end for the target if Lola releases them from her Stand, or Lola loses consciousness or falls asleep.

Lynn Loud

Stand(s): [Ms. Badguy]/[Champion]

Stand Type: Range Irrelevant Bound Artificial Non-Humanoid

Physical Description: [Ms. Badguy] and [Champion] share a form, that of a gold medal hanging around Lynn’s neck, but with one key difference; [Ms. Badguy] displays a mocking leer, while [Champion] displays a group shot of Lynn’s family.

Power Description: Lynn’s Stand has two forms, representing Lynn’s unstable mental image and self-identity, each with their own powers. [Ms. Badguy] represents Lynn’s insecurities, her lack of faith in her own abilities and over-reliance on luck, and her obsessive need to put on the mask of a feral jock who no-one will mess with; as a result, [Ms. Badguy]’s power manifests as weaponized misfortune, in which anyone who has crossed Lynn or defeated her in some meaningful way will experience increasingly bad luck and fate working against them, with Lynn growing stronger and faster in proportion to how long [Ms. Badguy]’s power has been active.

[Champion] represents Lynn’s good heart, her care for her friends and family, and her desire to use her skills to support them, and her unshakable determination in whatever goal she sets for herself. [Champion] is essentially a functional inverse of [Ms. Badguy] in that Lynn grows more powerful proportional to the difficulty of her current goal, obstacle, or opponent, with enemy Stand powers growing less and less effective against Lynn the longer [Champion] is engaged.

Both powers grow stronger in response to Lynn being cheered on or given emotional support in some way during her fights. Which Stand is active changes depending on her current motivation; if she is fighting out of her personal pride, ego, desires, and such, [Ms. Badguy] will activate, whereas if she is fighting on behalf of another and supporting someone she cares about, or for a noble cause she believes in, [Champion] will activate.

Lincoln Loud

Stand: [Fortune Sun]

Stand Type: Close Range Natural Humanoid

Physical Description: [Fortune Sun] appears as a white, orange, and gold humanoid with a muscular physique and a Rabbit-like head, the image of a sun emblazoned on its chest, and ten golden orbs rotating in a ring around it.

Power Description: [Fortune Sun] possesses great physical strength, enough to rip through reinforced steel without too much effort, but little fine control of its force. It is also incredibly quick, capable of covering its maximum range in under a second, and able to respond to attacks before Lincoln knows that they’ve happened.

[Fortune Sun]’s greatest power, and its greatest threat to enemies, lies in its golden orbs. When activated, for ten minutes, Stand abilities cannot be used, even if the Stands themselves will remain in place; physical augmentations or alterations to individuals as a result of Stands will remain in place, but they cannot change in any capacity, i.e. someone who is stronger or faster as a result of a Stand will not gain in strength or speed, but they won’t lose it either.

After each minute passes, a golden orb will turn black, and when all the orbs have turned black, all those who had their Stands both active and within twenty meters of Lincoln, including Lincoln himself, will lose consciousness and have their Stands automatically dispelled, and will remain unconsciousness for another ten minutes without fail. Once this power has been engaged, Stands cannot be dispelled, although they can be activated if they weren’t already. After using this power, Lincoln must wait ten days to recharge it.

Lisa Loud

Stand: [Weird Science]

Stand Type: Close Range Artificial Humanoid

Physical Description: [Weird Science] appears as a tall, robotic figure, with a gas-mask shaped face, covered in a long medical coat. Beakers, test tubes, and flasks are screwed directly into its body at several points scattered about.

Power Description: [Weird Science] allows Lisa to break down and change the elemental and molecular components of anything [Weird Science] touches, combine them into new substances and chemicals that she can use at her leisure, and transform them back from whatever state they end up in after being exposed to [Weird Science] whenever she pleases. [Weird Science] also allows Lisa to establish a “laboratory” to conduct her experiments; those that enter cannot leave without her express permission, and she must grant it willingly. Rendering Lisa unconscious or killing Lisa will not dispel the Laboratory.

Lily Loud

Stand: [Lick My Art]

Stand Type: Phenomenon

Physical Description: None.

Power Description: [Lick My Art] allows Lily to create hyper-realistic portraits of anyone or anything. Any alterations or adjustments Lily makes to her pictures will be reflected in real time on the subject. Alterations Lily makes to the picture itself are not harmful in any way, but they are certainly not cosmetic; if she gives a picture of someone extra arms, they will gain those extra arms and they will function exactly as arms should. However, damage done to Lily’s pictures are a different story; tearing a picture will cause the subject’s physical form to rip apart along the tears, burning the picture will reduce the target to ashes, soaking it in water and watching it fall apart will cause the subject to dissolve like acid, and more. If Lily erases the entire picture, all alterations will cease and be reversed.

#the loud house #loud house au #loud house crossover #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo stands #jojo fanmade stands #lincoln loud #lori loud #leni loud #luna loud #luan loud #lynn loud jr #lucy loud #lana loud #lola loud #lisa loud #lily loud

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Hi! I’d like a match up for Kuro please!~ I’m bisexual, non-binary (leaning a little more towards the masculine side most of the time), and my height is 5’9. My zodiac sign is leo and I’m INTP if I remember correctly. I love to write, draw, and read more than anything, though I’m also trying to make my own video game in my spare time, and I absolutely love anything horror related or really dark/gothic. Outside of that, my interests and tastes tend to vary so I’m pretty flexible. (1/2)

My fashion sense is sort of all over the place too, but I usually dress really edgy, mostly just in black or other dark colors. I’m not bilingual (yet~) but I’m trying to learn languages like French, Latin, and German. I have no self control when it comes to desserts or any sort of candy. I also own five dogs! I’d prefer a romantic match, but platonic is okay too if that’s easier. ^^ (2/2)

♡︎ matchup for @blank-envy

hello! i assume you meant Kuroshitsuji? if not, please correct me. thank you for waiting so long, i've finished your match!

and five dOgS?! god i wish that were me

|| kuroshitsuji: i match you with . . .

joker

• Joker is an aries (one of the best matches for leo) and an entp (one of the best e's for intp, imo)

• you two are a quite a pair! you're both easy-going but have a flame of passion in your hearts that strives to make a change. this dynamic immediately makes you click with each other.

• your views on the world are quite similar too, and your conversations can take a lot of interesting turns, seeing as both of you prefer meaningful discussions over small-talk.

• Joker is more extroverted than you though, but no need to worry about that. he cares for you deeply and respects your boundaries. at the same time, he's an effective communicator and knows how to minimise any misunderstandings you two might have.

• you guys met a high-class costume party (let's say for Halloween, it's spooky season). the moment you spotted Joker in the crowd you were amazed by his skeleton arm (oﾟ▽ﾟ)o

• of course, you first assumed it as a part of his outfit, and it was a bit embarrassing when you went to compliment him on it and he just laughed . . .

• after giving you a quick explanation, Joker expected you to be weirded out, but knowing he actually had a prosthetic arm made it all the more facinating in your eyes. it was creepy but in a cool way!

• not only was Joker thrilled and amused but also entranced. he knew right there and then he wanted to learn more about you.

• he was drawn to your creative side from the very beginning. he too is an artist, and an entertainer, so it was thrilling to meet someone who understood him so well.

• soon he came to trust you enough to introduce you to his family. everyone was so happy for you! Beast was kinda jelly at first but even she saw how well you fit together, like two puzzle pieces.

• your fashion senses are on the opposite side of the scale, but that's what makes it exciting! he jokes that you could use some colour in your wardrobe.

• shopping with you two is a real rollercoaster. you search for clothes representing your tastes but have a blast having the other try out the clothes of your choice.

• pssst Joker is slowly converting you into the same style as him so you can wear matching items🤡

• thankfully your interests are flexible because Joker will want to try out new hobbies with you. anything that looks mildly fascinating draws his attention. you'll have a fun learning about so many new things.

• he's especially into anything he can make a show out of in the circus, so next time you're meeting up with friends you'll have a few party tricks up your sleeve. Joker proudly grinning in the background

• but honestly? he loves the feeling of you braiding his hair before a show. he insists you do it for him because it's his good luck charm ♡︎

• after another successful performance he treats everybody to a big dinner. for you there will be a row of desserts. the twinkle in your eye when you see all thise sweets is irreplaceable to him.

• the only condition is that you have to feed him some as well, tehe

• now, when it comes to romance, Joker is a natural, hands down.

• acts of service, physical touch, words of affirmation—he has so many love languages you'll feel loved 24/7

• he's a huge tease though. can and will pull the cheesiest of lines and actions in public and still wear that innocent grin. personally, he sees them as fun more than anything. if you get embarrassed, that's just more in it for him.

• his favourite tricks are making flowers pop out from his hand and gifting them to you, as well as the "coin behind your ear" trick because he loves leaning in close to you and making you flushed.

• "oh, what's this? the coin was here all along!"

• "you know, you've done this same trick a hundred times already."

• "and i'll do a hundred more for you, my sugar cube."

• he's so smooth it should be illegal, but as i said, he lives for your reactions.

• coming up with all those sickly sweet petnames for you is also right up his alley. he takes inspiration from desserts and languages because those are some things that remind him of you.

• a few of his personal favorites to call you by: honeybee, sugar plum, ma fraise (my strawberry), and honigkusse, (honey kiss) + a classic when all else fails: my love

• compliments, compliments, compliments! expect them from Joker every other sentence. he never runs out of them, as he always sees the good in you ♡︎

• you two are seriously such a fun couple! the type to appear chaotic at first but also the one that share the deepest bonds. Joker loves you (and your five dogs) very much.

runner up: Grell Sutcliff

i had fun with this one since he's one of my faves! i hope you enjoyed it too, have a great day (◍>ᴗ<)ﾉｼ

if anyone hasn't noticed i make the matchup a bit longer if you only request one fandom ♡︎

#matchups #anime matchups #len's matches #kuroshitsuji #joker kuroshitsuji

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olicitytropes · 5 years

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Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Other Inspirations

One of the coolest, and most popular, things about fanfic is that you don’t have to stick to canon for inspiration. We can plop our favorite characters into almost any situation using the books, movies, and tv shows we love. Call it an alternate universe, call it a crossover, call it awesome. Our love for Arrow and for Olicity brought us together, but here are some writers who used other sources to give us the best of both worlds!

@allimariexf’s recs:

Gotta Be Compatible - theshipsfirstmate

Magic Mike AU.

Felicity and the girls go to a strip club in Metropolis for Caitlin's bachelorette party.

**Award: Best Lost-Boy Oliver and Playing-It-Safe Felicity (who find themselves in each other!)**

Breaking All The Rules - griever11

Five letters that were never meant to be sent, two ex-friends who soon rediscover their friendship, and one fake relationship that honestly, isn't really fake at all.

Or, you can't really pretend to be dating each other when what you really want is to be really dating each other.

An Olicity AU, loosely based on To All the Boys I've Loved Before.

**Award: The Longest Mutual Pine Award**

Someone Else’s Sky - punchdrunkdoc

Oliver Queen, the Starling City Vigilante, moves out of his family home into a small apartment.

But he has an unexpected roommate.

A 'Just Like Heaven' AU

**Award: Most Brilliant and Beautiful Season 1 “What-If” (also known as: THIS FIC MADE ME CRY REAL TEARS and FEEL ALL THE THINGS)**

Baby Daddy - moreorLessJess

Bartender Oliver Queen was living his twenties to the fullest, he lived with his best friend John Diggle, and his brother in everything but blood, Tommy Merlyn just moved in to their apartment as he started his professional baseball career for the Starling City Rockets. On top of that, his childhood best friend Felicity Smoak, who was no longer goth and instead blonde and beautiful, was back in town and they were hanging out again.

Oliver thought his days were going to be filled with partying, one night stands, and boys weekends while also spending quality time with the girl everyone kept telling him he was in love with.

Until his ex girlfriend dropped a baby on his doorstep who turned out to be his son.

After a lot of thought and Felicity Smoak peptalks, Oliver decides to keep and raise his son with the help of his friends.

Or the Freeform sitcom Baby Daddy AU that no one asked for but I needed to write. Aka Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends and are hopelessly in love with eachother and everyone knows but them, oh and now they're raising a baby.

What could go wrong?

**Award: Fluffiest Childhood Friends Trope**

Absolutely, Probably - theshipsfirstmate

Oliver tells his ten-year-old daughter a story about the loves of his life.

RomCom AU based on the Ryan Reynolds movie "Definitely, Maybe" for the Arrow Summer Movie AU Challenge.

**Award: Most Achingly Beautiful Delayed-Happily-Ever-After**

The time to make up your mind about people (is never) - nashtag

Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak had a whirlwind Vegas romance—and a tornado of a divorce a year later. Two years after that, Oliver is about to marry his old flame, Laurel Lance. But when his father is caught cheating with another executive, he must let two journalists cover his wedding to preserve the family name.

Philadelphia Story/Arrow AU, with a dash of Flash crossover.

**Award: Most Heart-wrenching But Hopeful Second Chance at True Love (with a happy ending, of course)**

@tangled23works’ recs:

The Governess - @laurabelle2930

Felicity Smoak is a 22 year old Governess for the newly orphaned Thea Meryln. Thea's caregiver is the mysterious lord of Thornfield manor Oliver Queen. Based on the amazing novel by Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre" inspired this prompt from @lalawo1

**Award: Best Affectionate Bickering**

Welcome to the Party - @bushlaboo

Die Hard inspired AU – Oliver Queen, an SCPD officer, tries to save his wife, Felicity Smoak, and several others, taken hostage by terrorist Edward Fyers during a Christmas party at Nakatomi Plaza in Los Angeles. [Borrowed some dialogue from the show and the movie; it was too good to pass up.]

**Award: The Olicity/Die Hard AU I Didn’t Know I Needed But Enjoyed Immensely**

Velocity - MachaSWicket

SUMMARY: There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? AKA, the Olicity Speed AU.

**Award: Best ‘If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving’ Moment That Made Me Cry**

Separate Lives - shannyfish

It was luck that Madelyn Smoak and Mackenzie Queen met at summer camp during a fencing match. Neither of them expected to pull off a mask and find a reflection of themselves staring back. But in the days that followed the girls learned that they were sisters– twins, separated by their parents. Madelyn had been raised in London with tech genius and blonde bombshell Felicity Smoak, while Mackenzie grew up with their father, Oliver Queen, the owner of Green Arrow Vineyards. When the girls devise a devious plan to switch parents, neither of them expected that what they’d really be fighting for was putting their family back together again. (Parent Trap AU)

**Award: Most Entertaining Olicity-Have-Kids-Who-Plot-Against-Them Fic**

@msbeccieboo’s recs:

Two Weeks Notice - LucyHatesJosh4Eva

Oliver Queen has a reputation as an insufferable playboy and a habit of hiring very inept, very attractive attorneys to represent his multi-billion dollar family corporation. So when an act of corporate espionage lands Felicity Smoak in his office on the heels of his last hiring debacle, her law degree and tech experience seem like the way to please his shareholders and his unhappy mother. He expects her smart mouth to cause him a huge pain in the ass; however, he doesn’t expect to trust and like her. Over time, Oliver starts to rely on Felicity for everything, and his world comes to a crashing halt when she gives her two weeks notice.

Retelling of the adorable rom com “Two Weeks Notice” starring Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant. I love this movie, and borrow some plot and some dialog with appreciation and joy. Updates on Mondays.

**Award: Most Wonderfully Frustrating ‘Just Tell Each Other How You Feel, Dammit’ Fic**

In Every Star, I See Your Face (Call Me in the Morning) - @jsevick

Felicity's new internship is full of... complications. (Grey’s Anatomy AU)

**Award: Best Olicity Playing Doctor, Literally**

Love Like Battleships - @callistawolf

Six Days Seven Nights AU - Felicity is a driven career woman on a much-needed vacation with her doting boyfriend. Oliver is a charter pilot with a history of running from complications (and his life). They clash from the start, two wrongs rubbing up against each other the wrong way. What happens when a nasty storm causes them to crash on a deserted island, alone, together?

**Award: Most Untraditional Appearance of a Trousersnake in a Fic**

Between Hello and Roses - charmingwords23

Felicity Smoak had no idea what she was getting herself into when she signed on to be the star of the new season of The Bachelorette. With plenty of drama, adventure, heartbreak, and romance, this season promises to be the most shocking and dramatic yet!

**Award: Cheesiest (in the best way) Reality TV Olicity**

Surreal but Nice - angelica

"After all... I'm just a guy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him."

a.k.a.

One Wednesday, Felicity Smoak of Tech Village meets Oliver Queen, the movie star. (Notting Hill AU)

**Award: Most Adorable Bumbling Felicity**

@memcjo’s recs:

Are These Your Glasses? - IIIIRENE

When Queens Consolidated throws a masked ball for New Year's Eve, Oliver and Felicity meet for the first time. They dance all night long until Felicity mysteriously flees from the venue dropping her glasses in the process. Unfortunately Oliver never got the name of the gorgeous blonde in the emerald dress, but he has her glasses and he will stop at nothing to find her so that they can continue where they left off.

Olicity AU inspired by Cinderella

**Award: Best Olicity Fairy Tale**

How to Save a Life - witchy2008

DWTS!AU. Oliver Queen has been pushed into competing to improve his image and subsequently the QC stock prices. His professional partner, Felicity Smoak, is working on coaxing him into putting some of his ghosts to rest.

This week, Team Olicity presents Oliver's most memorable year with a contemporary dance dedicated to Shado.

**Award: Best Sexy Olicity Dancing SO Sexy**

seemingly impossible (but not untrue) - @alexiablackbriar13

Genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries.

Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her heritage and unruly, powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring.

With a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her.

Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness.

(No knowledge of ADOW or background is needed for you to read this fic!)

**Award: Best Felicity and Oliver Being Drawn Together Against the Odds**

Move - @bushlaboo

Push inspired AU. When people with psychic abilities are discovered governments around the world setup agencies to handle and secretly experiment on these enhanced individuals, one such agency is ARGUS. They're testing a powers boosting drug, Mirakuru, which will allow them to build the most powerful psychic army in the world. The only thing standing in their way is the vision of world’s most powerful Watcher who set in place the means to allow her daughter to foil their plan over a decade ago.

**Award: Best BAMF Felicity Smoak**

@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:

How To Train Your Vigilante - @alexiablackbriar13

In a world where dragons exist and roam the earth, Felicity Smoak considers herself to be a normal if not slightly nerdy IT girl, with complicated family issues, a fascination with the winged predators and a slight ‘saving people’ complex. Her entire world changes when she meets Oliver, the infamous deadly Night Fury - and a genetic experiment - who flies around Starling City taking down criminals.

Their partnership will be one that rocks the world.

(How To Train Your Dragon AU)

**Award: The ‘Oliver as Toothless is Brilliant and Spot-on’ Award**

The Big Catch - @nodecaff4me

The lives of Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak could not be more different.

He was an infamous billionaire playboy and heir to a fortune 500 company who did everything he could to reform himself into everything his family wanted him to be. She was a struggling single mother of two girls, doing her best she could do get her family through after her whole life in Boston had fallen apart in the aftermath of her ex-husband’s criminal mischiefs.

Both their worlds collide after his yacht’s Wifi-network collapses somewhere along the Oregon coast and he is forced to harbor in a small sleepy town called Elk Cove and hire an IT specialist to fix it only to refuse to pay her for her work in the end.

All bets are off when she learns that he was laying in the county hospital with amnesia after an accident and she could finally get her revenge...

An #Olicity Overboard AU (WIP)

**Award: The ‘I’ve Never Seen This Movie but This Fic is Everything I Need’ Award**

Stones of Time - arrow_through_my_writers_block

AU. Felicity Smoak is halfway across the world on a mission to recover the rumored mystical waters known as the Lazarus Pit. But when fate tosses her back in time and into the company of rogue League of Assassins members, she's caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse... soon falling for the mysterious Al-Sah-him, otherwise known as Oliver Queen. Will she find a way back to her time, or will love and adventure keep her in the past to possibly change the future? *inspired by Outlander

**Award: The ‘Perfect Fic for Your (my) Arrow and Outlander Obsessions’ Award and a Bonus ‘Fangirl Swoon’ Award for Al-Sah-him**

Fate, Luck, and Tequila - Emilyymay_x

The Olicity AU based on the film 'Just My Luck'

Oliver is a billionaire playboy with all the luck in the world.

Felicity Smoak is an excellent IT assistant at Queen Consolidated, with the most rotten luck ever.

When they meet at a masquerade party, they have no idea how much the tables will turn.

**Award: The ‘Better Than the Movie’ Award**

Werewolves and Vigilantes - Emilyymay_x

When Felicity finds out who her father is, and finds out he lives in Beacon Hills with his son, Felicity has to go and meet them. Little does she expect the crazy in Starling to be ten times worse in Beacon Hills... a whole new level in fact… (Teen Wolf inspired)

**Award: The ‘Best Combination of TV Shows Crossover’ Award**

Let us always find each other (in every world, in every story) - imgoingtocrash

Instead of asking Felicity to work on the ATOM Exosuit, Ray brings Felicity on to help him create a device that allows the user to theoretically travel to parallel universes. When Ray turns the theoretical into reality by stealing one of the prototypes and attempting to find his dead wife at the cost of ruining other universes, Felicity follows him. What begins as an attempt to stop her boss from going places he doesn’t belong turns into a realization that some people will always find a way to be together, no matter what.

A Thousand Pieces of You inspired AU, but no book knowledge is required.

**Award: My New Favorite ‘Exploring Other Universes Fic’ Award**

@blondeeoneexox’s recs:

Kerosene and Desire - @smoaking-greenarrow

An Olicity Notebook AU with a darker twist.

**Award: Most Intense, Sweet, Topsy-Turvy, Beautiful Notebook AU (With the Best Cliffhanger!)**

Home is Where the Heart is - CSM

AU. This fic is loosely based on the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Puppy love is for fairytales and storybooks, they don't exist in the real world and all Oliver wants is for her to sign on the dotted line, a clear cut divorce. But being married to the most stubborn woman in the world and their equally opinionated mothers, Oliver knows this trip back home is going to be anything but easy.

**Award: Most Sass-Filled, Funny, Romantic Olicity AU**

Where You Lead (I Will Follow) - @jsevick

Oliver Queen’s careful routine at the diner he owns is disrupted by Stars Hollow’s newest residents, a single mom and her young daughter searching for a new life--and his own simple life will never be the same. (Gilmore Girls AU)

**Award: The Slowest of Slow Burns That I Wish We Could Have More Of!**

The Sound of an Arrow - thecomebackkids99

Five years ago, Oliver Queen lost his wife in a car accident.

Twenty years ago, Felicity Smoak's father kissed her on the forehead and disappeared from her life.

Now, she is the nanny for the six adorable Queen children, fighting to restore love in the mansion and trying to deal with the difficult-to-get-along-with Oliver, all the while as she continues to stumble upon evidence that could drag the Queen family further into darkness. (The Sound Of Music AU)

**Award: Most Emotional Rollercoaster**

Felicity the Virgin - javajunkie

When Felicity is accidentally artificially inseminated with hotel mogul Oliver Queen's sperm, her life changes in more ways than she could have ever imagined. Jane The Virgin - OLICITY STYLE AU

**Award: Most Beautiful Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers to Family Fic**

#Arrow #Olicity #olicity tropetastic awards #Other Inspirations trope #rec list #olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak

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warlock-enthusiast · 4 years

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What is happening to me?

So, here is a totally self-indulging piece of fiction for the Wayhaven Chronicles.

FemDetective x Adam du Mortain (nsfw)

The Detective is alone in her bed and Adam is just a room away and she can’t stop thinking about him. Luckily, she has some time on her hands and tries to be quiet. Well, she isn’t.

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I sit on the bed and sigh.

What a day.

Or more like a week.

I press my head against my pillows.

A month , if I’m being honest with myself.

Sighing, I turn around and try to ignore my nightmares. They’re creeping too close at the edge of my consciousness. Being introduced to a world of monsters and fairy tales, including your estranged mother, would do that to you. Not to mention that not every monster is an actual monster.

Being close to a bunch of vampires alters your perception of the world.

My worn pjs offer a much needed sense of protection. I love the shorts and my oversized shirt and how they smell like my favourite fabric softener. Just a lingering hint of orange and cinnamon. It’s the small things that keep the crazy at bay.

And the darkness. Thinking about Murphy makes me taste blood and ash and it seems as if my throat is suddenly dry and swollen.

Fantastic.

My phone vibrates and I roll over to pick it up from my nightstand, thankful for the diversion. Tina demands some answers about the agents staying at my flat and how they occupy most of the space. She uses far too many smileys.

Come on, show me the deets! - I can’t. Already in bed.

Barely an inconvenience!

- I have to sleep ;) Will talk to you in the morning.

Spoilsport! You’re off my christmas list.

I put the phone down and chuckle. She and Felix would probably make a great couple, optimistic, cheerful and empathic, but I push the thought away and try to sleep.

It doesn’t work.

I know Adam is in the next room. Flashes of our talks occupy my head. The lingering sensations of him touching me.

The others have left for some urgent Agency business. Mason and Felix are patrolling the streets, while Nate had to drive all the way back to their hidden headquarters. Something to do with a sighting of a kelpie and his superior researching abilities. To be quite honest, I envy Nate’s concentration. These days I can barely manage to read a few pages of a book, before drifting off. Adam stayed behind to protect me from Murphy. Someone had to and he didn’t allow any sort of discussion or arguments. He never does when they talk about me.

I can’t help my wandering thoughts, because I’m caught somewhere between exhaustion and an anxiety attack.

Imagining Adam next to me helps. Does he actually have any hobbies? Is he passionate about something? Why does he appear so closed off and unreachable? Does he ever sit down? I can see him leaning against a wall with his shirt tight across his chest. I blush and put my hand against my mouth.

No, no bad brain. Stop.

His green eyes and pale, creamy skin. The way he always meets my eyes, unflinching, tense. When he touches me, my whole self is lit on fire. With him in the room, I always feel like standing on a cliff, an ocean beneath me. I know that we’ll never have such a relationship. Adam is too caught up in his duty and whatever he sees when he finds a moment to relax. I can sense a certain hopelessness around him. At times, he even seems lost.

Adam is good at hiding it, though. And a girl can dream, yes?

And lately my dreams offer a strange combination of him and doom and gloom.

I prefer the former.

My skin prickles and heat settles in my stomach. It’s too late now. I’m a weak, weak woman. I feel my fingers wandering over my chest, opening the buttons, caressing my skin and raising goosebumps along the way. My nipples harden and I imagine Adam closing his mouth around them, with his weight pushing my down onto the bed. Would he bite? Use his teeth to grace my skin?

I've always liked a bit of pain.

The shorts are old and offer enough space to put my hand beneath the hem. I use my free hand to quench my sounds. No need for Adam to hear my wimpers. But … it is an alluring thought. A mere wall is keeping us apart. I could get up, undress myself, press my naked self against him and feel the hard planes of his body.

I imagine him being rigid at first and surprised, with his face devoid of any emotion, but that would change into hunger. I’m not afraid of him devouring me.

And I’m already wet and I decide to do this quickly and quietly and ignore the part of my brain, which warns me against going any further. Carefully, I rub my sensitive flesh. Pressing my knees together, I try to find a rhythm and bemoan the lack of my vibrator, but it is hidden in my drawers and too far away. It’s noise would have drawn too much attention anyway. I raise my hips for a better angle.

Yes! Oh, yes.

My fingers are fast and thinking of Adam pushes me over the edge.

I whisper his name, as I feel the orgasm rush through my body.

Shit shit shit.

My legs twitch and for a few seconds, I lose my vision. In my defense, it has been a while and everything in my body feels so eager to be touched. With my promotion and everything that happened afterward, I hadn’t had much time thinking about dating and sex.

Sweat dampens my hair now, but I’ll shower in the morning and wash away my shame. No one needs to know of this. Especially not Adam. I fear that my heavy breathing can be heard throughout the neighborhood and I start to breath through my nose.

Better.

I roll on my stomach and smile against my pillow, feeling like some teenage girl enjoying her first crush. I haven’t felt that relaxed and rather at peace with myself for a while. All thanks to Adam and him being like a creation of my cheesiest fantasies.

I’m starting to fall for him, don’t I?

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Adam’s eyes focus on the street. It’s empty this time of the day and only a few people are out and about, some carrying groceries, some collecting their kids from a friend’s house. Wayhaven is small after all and offers nothing but homemade pies and fresh air, adorned with lots of trees. He rubs his nose and stretches his back. Standing still for so long isn’t to his liking and he prefers not spending his watch with reading the detective’s books or sorting through her mess.

Without the rest of his squad, it’s quiet.

He raises his head.

Something is off.

Adam is close to knocking on her door. He can feel her heart beating too fast and her smell seems unfamiliar. Something … primal? Earthy. It raises the short hair on his neck and arms.

What on earth is she doing? She should be asleep by now and nestled beneath her blankets.

He walks to her door, evading the cluster of her belongings.

“Detective?” Adam raises his hand and stops mid motion.

Sudden realization makes him miss a thought.

Oh.

She shouldn’t. Really. The detective needs to be in her best form, alert and ready to fight or escape. Not indulge her baser needs. Adam’s cheeks darken. He doesn’t know, if it’s anger or lust, but his trousers become tight and he curses beneath his breath.

Since walking into their life, she’d been slowly chipping away his defenses. Every interaction with her offers a new sense of himself and it takes a toll on his nerves. Adam presses his forehead against her door. Her blood smells inviting and sweet and with her pulse this high, it wakes a half forgotten urge. He’d been successfully ignoring it for many, many years.

He curses again. His own weakness and Rebecca for bringing her daughter into all of this.

Adam presses his lips together, because he hears her small, stifled moans. The sensation is too much.

But he won’t give into temptation.

Unbidden images start to dance in front of his eyes, skin, warm flesh, lips pressed against each other. Her hair spilled on the bed sheets, her body beneath him, moving, inviting him in.

Adam waits for her finish and for her heart to be calm again. As soon as she becomes silent, he slides down the door, gently putting his head against the wood, and closes his eyes.

Just this once, Adam desires to be someone else, someone, who will open this door and kiss her.

But he isn’t.

#Adam du Mortain #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #femdetective #headcanons #here we goooo

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kpopsinsandwins · 5 years

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Stress Relief

Member: Mark

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2k

Summary: Work and school were making you miserable. Lucky for you, your boyfriend knows just the cure for your stress.

You had been working all day at the cafe down the street and coming home to your boyfriend was all you wanted to do. You left the shop and started making your way to the apartment building on the far corner. You made it to the front of the building and opened the door to enter the lobby. You looked down at the ground, exhausted from your long day at work. You had a double shift and you had to open the next morning, which you were not excited about at all but you needed the money. School wasn’t going to pay for itself after all. As soon as you walked to what you thought was a working elevator, you realized that there wasn’t the familiar buzz of the machine in the lobby. This only meant one thing. You looked up and soon your suspicion was confirmed, the elevator was out of service.

“Are you kidding me?” you whispered to yourself. You were so ready to just crawl into bed and sleep that this sudden obstacle almost brought you to tears. Today was just not your day you guess. You turned slowly to the door on the wall to the right that held the stairwell, not ready to walk up four flights of stairs. Slowly you made your way up all four flights and to your door. You took your keys out of your bag and unlocked the front door. As soon as you opened the door you were greeted with the comforting smell of your home. This made you happy for the moment, almost letting you forget the back breaking work you had to do just an hour before. You set your bag down and walked over to the couch. You quickly laid down and closed your eyes, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You could feel your body relax against the soft cushions of the couch and just as you were about to drift off into sleep, you heard a door close and creaking the floorboards creaking over to you. You opened your eyes not surprised to find your boyfriend, Mark, standing in front of you. You turned your face to his and stared at him for a while, your brain not being able to comprehend anything due to it being completely fried. Your blank stare confused your boyfriend, causing him to squat down in front of you and bring his face close to yours.

“You ok, my love?” he whispered to you. His sweet eyes looked into yours as he asked this. You missed him so much today so him looking out for you in this way made your heart swell.

“Yeah, I guess. I’ve just been so stressed out from work and school. It seems like I can never get a break,” you said while sighing. Mark started rubbing your arm, trying his best to comfort you.

“What are you stressed about, baby?” he asked while resting getting up to sit next to you. You sat up and he let you rest your head on his shoulder. He went back to rubbing your arm soothingly while he stroked your hair with his other hand. He always knew exactly what to do to make you feel better.

“Literally everything,” you huffed out. “Work is horrible for one, they never give me a long enough break and I’m always working my ass off. Secondly, school is making me go crazy. How the hell am I supposed to know what Hemingway is trying to say? Just say what you mean already you pretentious bitch.” Mark laughed a little from your last remark.

“That’d stress me out too,” he said to you, trying his best to sympathize. “How about,” he said getting up from his seat, “I give you a nice massage to help alleviate some of this stress that’s making my baby so upset?”

“That’d be wonderful,” you said while a small smile formed on your lips. You turned your body so that you were facing the armrest of the couch so that way Mark could sit behind you. Mark got up and sat behind you and as soon as you felt his hands on your skin you closed your eyes and let out a sigh, already feeling so much better and so much more relaxed. His hands started to rub out the knots in your neck and shoulders, causing you forget all about your worries. This allowed you to zone out, completely losing all forms of reality. You only snapped back to Earth when you felt Mark’s hands leave you. You turned around to see why he stopped and all you saw was a smirking Mark with raised eyebrows.

“Is what I’m doing really feel that good, Y/n?” he asked while laughing a little.

“What are you talking about?” you said back to him, obviously oblivious to what he was referring to.

“You were moaning,” he said with the cheesiest smile on his face, “like, a lot. And it was loud too,” he said laughing. Just then, your eyes grew about ten times bigger than their normal size from shock.

“Stop laughing at me, meanie,” you said while playfully hitting his arm. Your face was red with embarrassment.

“It was pretty hot, not gonna lie,” he said confidently. The smirk was back on his face and his eyes were staring into yours. Your face was even redder now.

“Leave me alone,” you said while hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey,” he said, almost a whisper. You looked up to give him your full attention. “If you’re stressed out I think I have a couple ways I could relieve you of it,” he said with a wink. You immediately knew what he was getting at and if you were being honest, it wasn’t a bad idea at all. You quite liked it actually. You gained some confidence and it was shown on your face. You were smirking now and the look in your eyes was different. Mark could tell he was gonna get what he wanted.

“Oh, really?” you said making your way over to straddle him.

“Yeah,” he said as you placed your legs on both sides of him. His hands immediately found your ass and gave it a squeeze. His lips found yours and the kiss grew intense as your hands found their way to his hair, tugging on it a little. You knew he liked this so you did it to speed things up a little bit. You needed fun and you needed it now. Mark pushed his hands under your shirt and lifted it up, breaking your kiss as he got it off of your head. You did the same to him and went back to kissing him. Your hands explored each other’s bodies as the kiss got hot and passionate. Your hands lowered past his belt loops and you could feel the outline of his already hard member. Wanting to please him, you began to palming him through his pants. His hand found its way to yours to stop you, and he pulled his face away from yours.

“Tonight is about you, baby. I just want to make you forget about everything and let me take care of you, ok?” he said to you. You shook your head in agreement and he went back to kissing you. When his lips met back with yours, all you could think about is how lucky you were to have Mark in your life. This quickly left though when he dipped his hand into your pants and started rubbing over your swollen bud in a circular motion. With all stress out of mind, you were able to enjoy what was to come. You let out a soft moan, barely audible, but Mark heard it and continued rubbing you in all the right ways. His lips left yours and trailed down to your neck to leave sloppy kisses here and there. You arched your neck back to give him more access to all your sweet spots. He sucked on the exposed skin, causing you to let out a moan. You could feel his laughter against your skin. His hands moved to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze before slipping them down your legs to get your pants off. He laid you down and admired your body that was presented before him. He didn't say anything. He just stared.

"What?" You asked him, feeling a bit self conscious.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said as he made his way over your body. He pushed your legs apart to make room for himself. "You know that, right?" He gave you quick peck on the lips then started trailing down your neck.

"Only because you tell me everyday," you said giggling at the ticklish feeling of his lips cascading down to your breasts. His fingers hook onto your underwear and pull them down your legs as his lips got closer to your lower abdomen. Once he got them off, he separated your legs even further and let his lips follow their usual trail of kisses to your heat. He kissed you gently on your thighs, sucking on the skin to leave soft bruises. He wanted you to be a piece of artwork so everyone can see how beautiful you were. His fingers brushed against your heat, swiping them up and down to tease you. Your breath was caught in your throat and your eyes were closed due to this new feeling he was giving you. He pushed his finger through your folds and into you, causing you to let out a short whine. His finger moved in and out of you slowly, letting you enjoy the feeling that was building up in your stomach. He wanted you to relax and this was definitely relaxing you. He added a second finger not long after, going a little faster now so that way your high can grow. You felt great, all your worries gone. You let out a relaxed sigh that turned into a long drawn out moan. His lips made their way to your bud, sucking on it and licking it, bringing you pleasure like never before. More moans escaped your mouth as the bliss took over your mind. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers and every lick from his tongue on your warm core. You started moving your hips with his movements, needing to build up to your climax. Mark took action once he noticed you were trying to find your high and started moving his fingers faster inside of you. His tongue moved in circles around your bud in between the moments his lips were sucking on it. You were so close now. Yo could see stars but you knew you could see the galaxy when Mark finally let you come undone. You were waiting for that moment, anticipating it. For now, you were a moaning mess under him. Your hands were in his hair, tugging on it when you felt yourself get closer to releasing. He’d let out groans when you did this, causing the vibration of his voice to be another factor of your pleasure.

“Mark, please,” you moaned out. You were so close to your release. You could see it peaking over the horizon, rising like the moon in the night. He took no hesitation in speeding up his movements once more. This time you knew you’d get there. He was moving at speeds unknown to you, building up the knot in your stomach as tight as it would go. You pulled his hair one last time as you felt the peak of bliss hit you. He let out another groan and it sent you to your most euphoric state. You let the knot in your stomach come undone along with choked back moans stuck in your throat. Mark slid his fingers out of you and raised his head from your parted legs. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off any liquid from them. He looked to you, completely in shambles.

“Relaxed yet, baby?” he asked with a playful tone.

“Hmm,” you said getting up from your spot. You brought your face close to his, your lips almost brushing against his. “I don’t know. Maybe we’ll have to go for another round,” you whispered before crashing your lips onto his and pushing him back onto the couch. This was going to be a long night.

A/n: Oof, this took forever to write. Sorry to the anon who requested it like a month ago. I hope you like it and I hope you’re not too upset that I took so long. I like it so please so it some love💕

#mark lee smut #mark smut #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #requested #nct u smut #nct 127 smut

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natsspammityspamspamham · 4 years

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Dino Watches Anime (April 26)

I haven’t made one of these for a while, and after the first draft went and deleted itself, I wondered whether it was worth making another one (I make these primarily for myself then get really surprised whenever people notice these). During harsh times like these, I find myself being drawn to the cheesiest and the most cringe-inducing shows, but maybe I just like them because you can put them on double-speed without missing a thing because you know what’s going on. It’s like instant noodle broth: satisfying, warming, but you know it’s going to kill your insides with self-crisis. Seriously, I didn’t come to terms that I really, really like romance as a genre until a little while ago.

With that being said, I want to take a short break from romance now.

I often ask myself, “Why are you watching these when you can be watching really good anime?” Well, that’s probably because I don’t want to have my analytical brain on right now. I want to watch an anime that takes two brain cells to enjoy. I only have two. Once I garden some more, maybe then will I get into the stuff I know I will enjoy like Hunter x Hunter (2011)

Things that I just started but couldn’t get into

NHK ni Youkoso! (1/24)

For one, I didn’t want to watch this before because it would’ve hit too close to home. The show’s about a NEET aka a freeloader (not in employment, education, or training), and I’m... almost that description (but that’s mostly because of the pandemic). Really, this show is riddled with paranoia, and it wants you to really know that with its changing art styles to its cynical script lines to its main character honestly needing some help (seriously, he needs help). I read further (aka spoilers) and realized that I probably won’t have fun with this anime right now, and I will never touch the manga because that stuff is even more insane than its adaptation. NHK ni Youkoso is about people who fall between the cracks of normal standard society and their desire to seek their own normal by any means necessary, and during stressful times, I think it belongs on the backburner.

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei (2/12)

After seeing how much I enjoyed Kakushigoto (which will be mentioned later, I just thought, “Wow, I want to see that other really famous work!” I didn’t enjoy it at all. I forgot why I put the series on-hold. It’s about a suicidal teacher who will stop at nothing to die then ask people why they almost killed them. Through a bunch of errors, he ends up becoming some sort of a harem king to his students (and he attracts the weirdos). I enjoyed the lengths Studio Shaft went to to make this anime appear the way it does (which helps in a lot of ways), but I just can’t continue with it until a much later date.

Appare-Ranman! (2/?)

I just lost interest after looking at the rest of the cast. I’m all for being vibrant and out there, but some of those character designs imitate more of a “racial stereotype/caricature”. I’m not saying that I dropped the show only because of that (I’m quite dense when it comes to that), but I didn’t like the characters either. I can’t get behind a show that won’t let me enjoy it a single moment over two episodes.

I’ll pick it up again later (probably)

Free! (5/12)

I feel like they’re shoving fanservice a lot. I try to skip every fanservice scene, and I managed to watch up to episode 5 in less than an hour, and I didn’t even get through them all. But I will say that ending is stuck in my head now. (humming)

This show has taken me at least two attempts to watch so far. Let’s see how many more it takes before I finish/give up!

Darker Than Black (18/25)

I’ll probably finish this one for the sake of finishing it. I just find that the episodic nature gets stale after a while, and the overarching story is often disregarded. In exchange, we do get some fun side stories, character development, and world building, but I’d like to settle down too, you know?

Clannad (1/23)

Yeah, I’m doing that now. I’m going to see whether my feels bones are as strong as they were before... after I take a hiatus because I’m not sure if I’m in the appetite for that kind of romance now that I’ve watched two shoujo in a row.

Sousei no Onmyouji (20/50)

I bet you, someone was like, “Let’s throw all these shounen cliches into a pot then see what comes out!” Bruh, this is bordering that story I wrote when I was 14, and I’m not even dissing this anime. I enjoyed it but need a break now. It’s very cliche, predictable, and honestly, I can see why it has such a low rating. Studio Perriot likes cutting corners sometimes with their long-running series (*stares at Naruto*), and this anime is no exception. Sometimes, it feels like a visual novel. “We don’t need to animate anything if she’s so fast that no one can see her.” Dang, but it gets repetitive. It also has a magical girl power that only works when the main couple does it? Cool, but that also gets repetitive. I just didn’t see myself watching the same thing another 30 times (at least right now).

Maison Ikkoku

I’m actually on the fence about continuing this one. It’s really sweet, but I’ve had my fill of romance. I have been wanting to watch some more Rumiko Takahashi works though. There’s no reason for me not to continue this. It gives me strong Princess Jellyfish vibes (which I should also finish).

Recently Finished

Itazura na Kiss

Just... end my suffering. It’s not worth it. The thing about shoujo anime is that I watch it late at night when my brain is at its worst when it comes to analyzing or taking in any emotional circumstances. Then I asked myself, “Would I want any young, impressionable people to watch this?” And my first thought was “F**K NO!” This anime was an absolute trainwreck. As my Discord friend put it “It’s so bad, yet you can’t look away!” But what makes this anime unique? What sets it apart? It shows life after high school. Just like Clannad, it shows that life is more than your secondary education. There is more to life than just being a teenager. I’m not saying these characters ever grew though because that’d be a FAT JOKE.

Episodes 1-13: Girl gives boy a love letter. He laughs and doesn't even want it and goes "no thanks". Girl gets upset. Then they find out they're living under the same roof after the girl's dad made them a house out of popsicle sticks (because the dads are childhood friends). She keeps trying to push herself onto him, and his mom joins in and is plotting so much more than you'd expect. The best part is that this main girl already has a childhood friend who's like "please marry me. I'll cook for you, work for you, take a bullet for you, slice my head off if it means you won't chip a nail--" then the girl replied by chasing after the guy who calls her stupid on a daily basis and genuinely believes she can't do anything.

Episodes 14-25: Guy gets dragged to his own wedding and generally does not care for the girl unless she’s either not looking or is on death’s bed. He practically deserts her every other time, and we’re supposed to think it’s romantic when he finally gives a crap about his wife (even when she’s pregnant). The show constantly reminds you that even other characters have doubts that our main character cares about anyone other than himself and his aloofness. They have a bunch of missed affairs including a hoe that tries to leave her husband on her honeymoon to get with Mr. Aloof and a nursing student that genuinely cares about MC and the fact that her husband doesn’t care about her at all.

The moral of the story of this anime: If you chase after somebody long enough, they will cave in and marry you even if they don’t like you, want you, insult you, bully you, or generally show all the signs of an unwilling partner.

Anyway, this anime is crap. I can’t believe I watched it. I want those few hours back (I fast-forwarded a lot, okay?) I can’t believe I finished it. Looking back makes me want to press undo. Having this under my history is a shame to my family. Even if I was sleepy and generally out of it, that’s no excuse for choosing this. Sayonara

I will say that Daisuke Hirakawa and Nana Mizuki did give good character voices despite the circumstances. That, and I haven’t heard from Hirakawa besides those couple of scenes from School Days (which... is a different type of romance), Free! (which I dropped when his character joined), that gumball scene from Jojo, and that introduction to him being the new Demon Slayer villain. I didn’t realize he was that old though.

Special A

This is one of the anime that my sister watched, and I thought, “I need to be reminded of what a somewhat healthy relationship can be” I wasn’t disappointed because the last anime left such a bad taste in my mouth that literally anything could’ve soothed the aching wound which was bad decision making. Even under regular circumstances, I probably still would’ve enjoyed it, but since it came at the right time, I give it an extra nod of approval. I also never realized that the second opening was inadvertently drilled into my brain because I kept overhearing my sister watching it. Now that I’ve grown up, I realize I was listening to the voices of some of my favourite seiyuu. Go figure.

The story was really sweet with characters that I genuinely liked by the end (not my favourite cast by a very long shot, but it was slightly above average). It was slightly above average for me in a lot of ways (ironically), and it was enjoyable. The art is very fitting for its time, the music was very... ordinary, and the story was simple enough that you knew exactly what was going to happen at any given moment. This show should be titled: Special A(ppreciation for those brave people who have fallen in the friendzone; we’ll get ‘em next time).

Akatsuki no Yona OVAs

Unlike the actual TV series, this stuff actually ends conclusively without ending on the CLIMAX OF THE BIG ARC. SERIOUSLY, I WAS ROBBED. You can say, “There’s a perfectly good manga right there.” Shut up. I want my fight scenes animated with a big helping of a strong female lead. It gave me a sudden appreciation for Hiro Shimono and his character Zeno who literally just inserted himself in last minute in the anime (but these OVAs perfectly explain everything). You probably shouldn’t watch the anime without watching these OVAs because they’re canon, funny, and touching at times. It enhances the series.

According to the animation, we know it can do fight scenes. Give us another season, cowards! Actually, it’s Studio Perriot, so if we ever get it, it might be two stickmen duking it out.

Haikara-san ga Tooru Movie 2

You know, I really enjoyed the movie. The first one. This one? Not so much. Actually, I felt so done. I was looking forward to this so much. It’s like going to a restaurant, expecting really good pasta, and then being served some leaves from the weeds out back. Eventually, it tastes better when you add some dressing and cheese, but it still isn’t a bowl of pasta. This show casts aside everything I like about it (present-tense because they didn’t kill everything of it) and leaves one little inkling of its valued ideas. Instead, we get a romance-chasing movie that feels a bit more like an amnesia fiction that’s slightly higher quality than usual. I can’t say I regret watching the movie. There were some redeeming qualities, but they jumped from a 9/10 to a high 6/10 that managed to squeak itself into an overall 7/10.

(This gif is from the first movie, but I can’t find any from the second movie anyway)

Currently Watching (Not Seasonal)

Samurai Champloo

This anime is a staple of Shinichiro Watanabe, and after this, I will probably watch Cowboy Bebop, Carole & Tuesday, and Space Dandy. I did enjoy Sakamichi no Apollon and Zankyou no Terror.

Plus, after all that romance, I need some samurai slaughter. The fight scenes and the music get me every time. I don’t even need to say anything else about the anime. The fight scenes are enough to watch alone.

#dino watches anime

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jeanjoreau · 5 years

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Jean Moreau may not have been born in darkness, or maybe he was, he couldn’t really remember and at this point he didn’t think it mattered. It had seeped so deep into his skin that it was a part of him. It was in his blood, in his bones, in his movement and in his thoughts. It was waiting for him around every metaphorical and physical corner. There was no light in the Nest and the only possibility of an end to the darkness was the date he had marked on the calendar in his head. The day before graduation, one darkness was going to give way to another. Anything had to be better.

Renee Walker was the moon. She was surrounded by darkness, had been raised in it just as he had and she belonged there, but it could not touch her. She commanded the darkness around her with an ease that was practiced and patient. Her light was gentle and soft, but it was still blinding in comparison to all he had ever known. But he was made in the darkness, and like all things of the darkness he was drawn to her with a force he couldn’t stop.

When everything fell apart, a year and a half ahead of schedule, he found himself surrounded by moonlight with nowhere else to go.

Jeremy Knox was the sun. They had met before, and Jean had realized it then. Jeremy was too much burning heat and all encompassing light that was painful to get too close to, and Jean had no intentions of looking any more closely than he was forced to. It was too much to handle, living his life in darkness, to stand so close to the sun.

When they meet again, Jean has spent some time in the moonlight, and while the sun might still be a frightening concept, too bright and loud with nowhere to run from, he finds it’s not as terrifying as he thought it would be. Jeremy is bright and warm and for all the darkness that Jean knows is never going to leave him, Jeremy isn’t afraid. He’s hardly even daunted, his brightness never once dimming for being in Jean’s presence, and Jean can’t understand where his never ending light is coming from. They clash sometimes, over and over and over again until Jean feels like he’s going to burn up in all that sunlight, too bright for all his shadows. He can’t fight back against it in any way that matters. You can’t win against the sun, and Jean finds himself dragging himself back after every argument, ready to try it over again.

It takes so long before he realizes the shadows around him are growing thinner.

It takes so long before all that sunlight isn’t just an obtrusive brightness, until he doesn’t have to squint to make it through a day. It’s even longer past that before he realizes he’s seeking out the light.

California is so much brighter than West Virginia, the sun hotter and the days longer, and he’s no longer trapped underground. He’s got a room with a window that’s always thrown open and spends his free time outside more often than not. His skin is getting tan and as he adjusts to the California sunshine, he adjusts to Jeremy’s rays just the same.

He likes the feel of that burning sunshine against his skin. He likes the feeling of it when Jeremy laughs, when he talks, when he looks at Jean for a beat longer than he should and he likes it when they kiss and that warmth spreads all the way through his bones and makes him feel like he’s going to burn alive from the inside out.

“You’re like the sun,” Jean tells him one night, whispers it against his skin. He shivers as Jeremy traces the line of one of his scars. There’s so many, and Jean can feel his skin burning with a kindness his skin and his scars were never built to handle.

“You’re like the stars,” Jeremy whispers back, so quickly and certainly that Jean realizes he hadn’t just thought of it in the moment. He had considered this before.

“How?”

Jeremy’s smiles were so beautiful he can’t understand how he had ever found them painful. His fingers play across Jean’s bare chest and Jean feels like he can’t breathe. “You’re hard to see sometimes, like the real you,” Jeremy finally says, his eyes are on Jean’s chest and his voice is so soft he can barely hear him. “Especially when you first got here, but it still happens sometimes. Like you’re trying to disappear in the dark, you know? But you never fully do. There’s always something bright and just incredible about you, no matter how hard you try to hide it.” When Jeremy looks up at him, Jean doesn’t understand how he got to this point in his life. How he got so lucky. “And when you let people in, like when the sky is clear and there’s not too much light, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Jean must be silent for too long, frozen in place by a million things he can’t name because Jeremy laughs and looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Ah, yeah, okay that was the worst and cheesiest metaphor of all time but look-”

Jean doesn’t have to look because he can’t stop himself from kissing Jeremy into the mattress, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to burn like he knows he’s going to.

Because if Jeremy thinks he’s the stars then maybe that means he isn’t Icarus in this story. Maybe he can fly as close to the sun as he wants to because if Jeremy is right then they’re made of the same stuff.

And maybe Jean is exactly where he needs to be.

#jerejean #jeremy knox #jean moreau #all for the game #my writing #this is CHEESY

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swanqueeneverafter · 5 years

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.25

Henry's Dreamscape. Kingdom Of Valencia. Night. (Gareth crosses the room to his bed and peels back the covers to reveal Richard's severed head.) Gareth: "Aah!" Richard: “You did this to me!” Gareth: (Waking from his nightmare:) “Aah!” (The chamber door opens and Sid runs in.) Sid: “Shh! Are you trying to get me killed?!” Gareth: “I saw his head! It was right there! And it was giving me that look.” Sid: “My King, I think I know what's going on. Richard was your friend. And, yes, you took his throne and his queen and his kingdom and his favorite shirts and his weekly bridge game...” Gareth: “Oh, get on with it!” Sid: (Sitting on the bed:) “But the fact you feel bad about it is a good thing. It means you're actually, surprisingly, human.” Gareth: “Maybe I do feel guilty. I do miss the old bastard.” Sid: “Look, there was one other thing my mother used to do for my dreams. (Sid brings his hands up close to Gareth’s head and begins to make motions as if removing the bad dreams from the King’s mind:) ♪ Good dreams only ♪ ♪ Good dreams only ♪ ♪ Bad dreams out of his head ♪ ♪ It's time tonight ♪ ♪ For dreams of fright ♪ ♪ To leave this little boy's bed ♪ Gareth: “There's one more in there.” Sid: “Oh.” (Sid ‘removes’ the last dream then turns and leaves the room as Gareth settles back down to sleep.)

The Land Without Magic. New York. Central Park. (Huddled under a blanket with a bouquet of flowers in her lap, Regina smiles as the horses pull their carriage along the park.) Emma: "So, what do you think?" Regina: (Turning her attention back to her wife:) "Oh, Emma. This has got to be without doubt, the cheesiest thing we've ever done." Emma: "What? I thought you'd love this." Regina: (Shaking her head, laughing:) "No." Emma: "But what about your carriage?" Regina: (Scoffs:) "My carriage was a lot more refined than this. It had a roof and walls and leather seats. What we are currently riding in, is a cart." Emma: (Pouts:) "Well, I'm enjoying it." Regina: "Oh come on. A peddler on his way to market would think this was a downgrade. (Turning to study Emma's face:) You're not serious, are you?" Emma: "Actually... no. (To the driver:) Hey, you can drop us off anywhere here. (To Regina:) I made a bet with Henry that I could get you to ride in one of these. He knew you'd hate it." Regina: (Relieved:) "That's because I raised him to have a sense of class." Emma: "Yeah, yeah. (Wrapping her arms around Regina:) Now smile for the picture, Henry won't believe me without proof." (Placing her hands on Emma's arm and giving her brightest smile, Regina laughs as the driver takes their photograph.) Henry’s Dreamscape. Kingdom Of Valencia. Market Day. (Sid and King Gareth walk through the various vendors, talking.) Sid: “There's something different about you lately. I mean, you've only punched a couple of people today, and I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like you took a bath. What's going on?” Gareth: “All right, I'll tell you. I think I'm in love.” Sid: “Oh, Gareth, that's wonderful. Is it the executioner's daughter? You know, the one who hangs on their legs if the noose doesn't quite do the trick.” Gareth: “Loretta?” Sid: “Yeah.” Gareth: “She is something. Heavy as an iron pot. But she don't compare to my girl. There she is.” (Gareth points up to where Madelena stands, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands.) Queen Madelena: (Waving:) “Hey, Gare! Thanks again for the flowers.” Sid: “Queen Madelena? But we agreed she's the worst!” Gareth: “Yeah.”

The Bottle Yard. A Short Time Later. (Sitting at a table together, Sid tries to make Gareth see sense.) Sid: “So, hey, have you, um... By any chance told Queen Madelena how you feel about her?” Gareth: “Gonna do it tonight.” Sid: “Great. Or... and just thinking out loud here... What if... What if you don't?” Gareth: “What are you trying to say?” Sid: “There's something I need to say, but before I do, have you ever heard of the Bro Code?” Gareth: “Is that a black thing?” Sid: “It means, ‘what's said between guys stays between guys.’ Look, don't fall in love with the queen. She's bad news. Think about her last three relationships. They ended in betrayal, exile, and murder. She will rip your heart out, and I don't mean symbolically.” Gareth: (Sighs:) “Yeah, you're right. But she's so skinny and mean. It just blinded me. Thanks for having my back.” Sid: “Hey, it's what friends are for.” Gareth: “Friends? You think we're friends?” Sid: “Well, I'm a little worried that if I give you the wrong answer, you'll kill me right where I sit, but... Yeah, I've come to consider you a friend.” Gareth: (Raising his tankard:) “Well, to friends, then.” The Charmings' Dreamscape. The Dark Palace. (Snow and Prince Charming enter the palace looking for the Evil Queen.) Snow White: "In here.” Prince Charming: (Sword drawn:) “Where is she?” Evil Queen: (Appearing behind them:) “Looking for me? Snow White. I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on that little bundle brewing inside.” Prince Charming: “That's far enough. You should make it easy on yourself and come with us now.” Evil Queen: “Oh, you mean like this?” (The Evil Queen conjures a fireball into her hand and the Charmings begin to sing.) Charmings: ♪There's a powerful magic when two hearts are one ♪ ♪ A powerful magic bright as the sun ♪ (The Evil Queen stands holding the fireball already bored of the situation:) ♪ Goodness will triumph, and evil's undone ♪ ♪ When you dare to heed love's call ♪ ♪ 'Cause love is the most powerful magic of all ♪ (The Queen throws the fireball at them, but misses:) Evil Queen: ♪ Down with love, down with hope ♪ ♪ Don't need blind faith to cope ♪ ♪ Or inspiring songs in my heart ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Love at times can entrance ♪ ♪ But love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ No, no, love doesn't stand a ch- ♪ (The Queen attempts to conjure another fireball but finds she can’t:) Charmings: ♪ It's a powerful magic when two voices soar ♪ ♪ We're evermore hopeful for what lies in store ♪ Evil Queen: ♪ Once I loved, and once I've learned ♪ ♪ Love is weakness that will leave you burned ♪ Charmings: (Closing in on the Queen:) ♪ Nothing will stop us ♪ ♪ No, not anymore ♪ ♪ With our daughter's fate at stake ♪ Evil Queen: ♪ Happy endings you will see ♪ Charmings: ♪ Seems we found our lucky break ♪ Evil Queen: ♪ But the happy end will end with me ♪ Charmings: ♪ Now let our song show the powerful magic ♪ Evil Queen: ♪ Love doesn't stand a chance ♪ (Prince Charming holds his sword to the Queen’s throat:) Charmings: ♪ We can make ♪

Evil Queen: ♪ Got you where I want you now ♪ ♪ Your spell will soon be broken ♪ ♪ Let us see how strong you are ♪ (Reaches behind her and pulls out a box:) ♪ When everything is spoken ♪ (Opens the box and a shaft of light envelops the Charmings, taking away their song, but they attempt to sing anyway:) Charmings: “There's a powerful magic-” Prince Charming: “Snow, the song is gone.” Snow White: “I don't understand.” Evil Queen: “What's there to understand? I won.” Prince Charming: “You took our song from us.” Evil Queen: “Oh, not just yours. Everyone's.” Snow White: “How?” Evil Queen: “With a little something I happened to find in my vault. Green isn't my color, but it seems to have done the trick.” Prince Charming: “No!” (He attempts to attack from behind, but the Queen disarms him with a wave of her hand.) Evil Queen: “I guess this proves love isn't the strongest magic of all. Enjoy what little time you have left as a family.” (The Queen waves her hand again, sending the Charmings back to their castle.) Royal Castle. Bed Chamber. Prince Charming: “Snow, are you okay?” Snow White: (Storming out to the balcony:) “What do you think? (Speaks to the heavens:) What happened? The wish should've worked. You felt how powerful that song was.” Prince Charming: (Notices movement in the sky:) “Snow, look.” (The Blue Fairy appears on their balcony beside them.) Snow White: “Blue. You granted the wish.” Prince Charming: “But it didn't work. The Evil Queen took the song from us.” Blue Fairy: (Chuckles:) “No one can do that. It's still inside you. It's still inside everyone. But I'm afraid its magic was never meant for you to use against the Evil Queen.” Prince Charming: “Then, who was it for?” Blue Fairy: (Waves her wand towards Snow:) “Emma. You wished that she could have a chance for a happy ending. And now, with everyone's song in her heart, she will.” Snow White: “I don't understand. Why? I mean, how does that help her?” Blue Fairy: “One day, she will face a battle like no one has ever faced before. And I'm afraid she will have to face it alone.” Snow White: “But she won't be alone. She'll have the voices of the people who love her inside of her heart.” Blue Fairy: “In the morning, we'll have forgotten that we ever sang in the first place. Not even the Evil Queen will remember. That way, the songs will remain safe.” Prince Charming: “Then, how will Emma know she has them inside her?” Blue Fairy: “We will just have to hope that they find their way to the surface when she needs them the most.”

Henry’s Dreamscape. Aboard The Jolly Roger. (The storm rages. With the crew doing their best to stay afloat, Hook and Henry man the wheel.) Hook: “That whirlpool! Every time I think I've steered us clear-” Smee: “It's following us!” Blackbeard: “The old girl can't hold out much longer! Do something!” Hook: “I think this is the end, lad. I can't tell you enough how sorry I am to have brought you to this.” Henry: “You were just trying to get me what I thought I wanted. I've been so stupid. (He gets an idea:) Give me that ring! (Hook nods and hands him the ring:) A whirlpool that follows you isn't normal. It's magic! And I've got a feeling that a certain pirate king wants his ring back. Hook, take us toward that whirlpool.” Blackbeard: “Wait, wait, wait. Toward the whirlpool? You'll kill us all!” Hook: “If you are taking a risk for the sake of impressing Ella-” Henry: “I'm not, because it's suddenly become very clear to me that the only thing that she would want is for me to get home alive. Take us toward the whirlpool! I trust any Hook to safely pilot any vessel in any realm.” Blackbeard: “No!” (Hook and Blackbeard fight over control of the wheel.) Hook: “No!” (Hook elbows Blackbeard in the face, knocking him out.) Henry: (Climbs the main mast of the ship:) “Keep us steady! As close as you can!” Hook: “Aah!” Smee: “You've got it, sir!” Hook: “Throw it, lad!” (Henry throws the ring into the heart of the whirlpool. A few tense moments pass before there is a pulse of energy and a flash of white light. And then, all is darkness.)

Ella, Richard & Roberta's Campsite. (Ella returns to camp to find Richard and Roberta loading up the horses.) Ella: “What's this?” Richard: “I just packed up all your gear like a good sidekick. By the way, I know what you were up to last night.” Ella: “Oh, yeah. I guess it was pretty obvious. Because I sang it out loud.” Richard: “Hey, Bobby, I was right! Ella was trying to set us up.” Roberta: (Chuckles:) “Hilarious!” Richard: “Creepy, right?” Roberta: “Disgusting!” Richard: “The worst!” Roberta: (Through clenched teeth:) “Yeah, all right.” Richard: “But, hey, at least we got that all figured out. We know that we are just good friends.” Roberta: (Hesitates:) “Right.” Richard: “Mm. So, what's next?” Ella: “We head to the forest. I hear there are Giants in the Southern Reach. Perhaps we can convince them to join us in attacking Valencia.” Richard: “So, we're right back where we started.” Ella: “Yep! Nothing has changed.” Richard: “Nothing.” Roberta: (Following behind them, the rose in her hand:) “Nothing at all.” Kingdom of Valencia. Throne Room. (Gareth is attempting to read when Sid enters.) Sid: “Hey, there, friend. Got a pair of tickets to tonight's joust. Third row. Want to go? Last time I sat there, I caught a tooth... And I still have it.” Gareth: “No, thanks.” Sid: “But you love violence.” Gareth: “Yeah, I know, but I think it'd be better if you went without me. You should go right now.” Queen Madelena: “Is it him?” Gareth: “Aw, crap.” (Madelena enters.) Sid: (Bowing:) “My Queen.” Queen Madelena: “Oh, don't you ‘My Queen’ me. I'm bad news, am I?” Sid: (To Gareth:) “You told her what I said.” Gareth: “Only that little bit.” Queen Madelena: (Continues:) “I'll rip his heart out, and you don't mean symbolically?” Gareth: “Okay, I told her the whole thing.” Queen Madelena: “I'm more ‘shrew’ than woman?” Gareth: “And I made some stuff up.” Sid: “What about the Bro Code?!” Gareth: “I know! But I'm starting to really like her, and she's super-pretty. We just started talking and... I think you better run.” Queen Madelena: “Guards! Kill him. (Sid runs from the throne room with two guards chasing while Madelena takes her place beside Gareth:) Turns out I like you, too.”

The Land Without Magic. New York. (Emma stands smiling before she swings and connects with an oncoming baseball. Thoroughly unimpressed, Regina watches her wife from outside the batting cages.) Regina: "Oh look, you hit that one too, congratulations. Can we go now?" Emma: "Come on, I haven't done this in ages. I have a whole roll of quarters itching to be used." Regina: (Glancing at the quarters:) "That's no reason to spend your entire life savings." Emma: (Laughs:) "Hey, don't break my concentration. (Swings and connects:) Henry and I used to love coming here." Regina: "Mother and son bonding over hitting a ball with a stick." Emma: "It's called a bat, and I think you know that. (Swings and connects:) Besides, it's tougher than it looks." Regina: (Mutters:) "It'd have to be. (Louder:) Remind me when we get home to throw a couple of fireballs at you. We'll see how your little bat does against those." Emma: (Smiles:) "Big words, Mama Bear. Why don't you come inside the cage and say them to my face." (Swings again, connecting with a solid hit. Emma turns to face Regina, dropping the bat loudly to the floor as she sees someone she recognises.) Facilier: (Approaching:) "Very impressive." Regina: (Turning, shocked:) "This isn't possible." Facilier: "Not probable, perhaps. But clearly-" Regina: "No, you are dead. You've been dead as long as we've known you. We're in a world without magic, how the hell can you be here?!" Facilier: "I would just love to explain. Perhaps we could all talk over drinks. Non alcoholic for you of course." Emma: (Running over to them:) "Get the hell away from her!" Facilier: (Smiling:) "Emma, my dear, how are you?" Emma: "I don't know how or why you're here, but I swear if you come any closer I will-" Facilier: "Submit to my every whim? (Enjoying the look on her face:) Oh, Emma, there’s such a glorious, explicit history between us." Regina: (Walks over, standing directly in front of him:) "Don't you dare speak to her. I may not have my magic, but I can still rip your head off." Facilier: (Staring at Emma:) "Oh, I think Emma's going to want to hear what I have to say. (Looks down at Regina:) You both will."

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